Sunday, August 13, 2017

moment by moment...

From Jesus Lives, by Sarah Young:


CONSIDER IT ALL JOY WHEN YOU ENCOUNTER VARIOUS TRIALS. You can consider something a joyful opportunity even when you are feeling quite joyless. Some definitions of “consider” are: “to think about seriously; to regard as; to believe after deliberation.” You may need to ponder your circumstances at length before you can view them in a positive light. You need to give yourself time for your feelings to settle down. It’s hard to think clearly with high levels of emotions surging through your brain. Once you have calmed down, you will be able to think seriously about your situation. Invite Me into this process of deliberation, and My Presence will improve your perspective: helping you see your trials in the Light of eternity.

As you look at your circumstances from My perspective, you come to understand that these multiple problems are testing your faith. This is both an opportunity (to strengthen your faith) and a temptation (to let your feelings “trump” your faith).

One of the hardest things about trials is the uncertainty about how long they will last. Usually, you can’t predict or control the unpleasant circumstances. You just have to live with them indefinitely. At times you may feel as if you can endure no more, but you can always reach to Me for help. As you cling to Me moment by moment, I enable you to persevere. This produces in you not only endurance but also a harvest of righteousness and peace.

Consider it all joy…when you encounter various trials, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.

JAMES 1:2-3

As we entertain and visit with two of our five Houston grandkids this weekend, TLC and Her Hubby continue to unpack boxes. Settle into their new home. Yesterday afternoon, their downstairs air conditioner went out. Lack of cool air in Texas? In August? TOUGH STUFF. Truly CHALLENGING.

She texted me to let me know she and The Little Girls might have to make the trip to our casa and spend a couple of nights. I said: “Come on!” The cousins were missing The Little Girls anyway! They finally found a company to come over and fix it. AND the cost wasn’t as bad as they expected.

Trust me when I confess TLC has come by her negative impatience honestly. Her Mama has too much of it. We both have an excess amount of moments we feel we can “endure no more…” At 63? I’m still working on this terrible trait/habit/albatross. My prayer for my Sweet Daughter today is that she learn to look to Jesus for comfort and strength. That she take deeper breaths. That she lean on her faith and God and Jesus’ past grace.

God bless each of you, Friends, with perspective. Calm in the midst of your personal storms. And, ultimately? JOY. The JOY that only Jesus Christ can give us.

Happy Sunday!

p.s.: My Sweet Hubby and I pray constantly for the anger, hate, and useless violence in America to end. Enough. It must stop. Yesterday.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

in recovery...

We're all in recovery.

Me. My Sweet Hubby (MSH). TLC. Her Hubby. The Little Girls? Buddy Boo Bear and Hunter the Cat? Nope. Henry (aka Bubba)? A tiny bit.

TLC’s BIG MOVE from her (now) former home to her new home (45 miles/minutes closer to me and MSH—YIPPEE!!!) began Friday afternoon. MSH and I had picked up Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) at 9:30 that morning in Euless. We got here to our country casa by 11:15.

TLC and Her Hubby closed on their home at 10:30 and went back to meet The Movers at their (now) former home. They all worked—in the Texas heat—for hours and hours. Took several loads of “stuff” to the new home. There were blips. Setbacks. Frustrations. Overall? It went well for the first day.

Meanwhile, we played and played and played at Grammy and Pa-Pa’s house! Belle, who has had good and VERY bad nights, in the past sixteen months, in the half-crib we have for her, had a bit of a struggle deciding she was going to sleep Friday evening. She cried. And cried. And SCREAMED. Then, towards the end of the drama, pitifully called out: “Ga-Ga. Ga-Ga. GA-GA!” This all lasted about twenty minutes. Twenty. LONG. Minutes. (FYI: This Mama/Grammy/Ga-Ga does not do well with crying. I didn’t with any baby. Ever. Especially TLC. And Biscuit.) I was about to THINK ABOUT going in to reassure Belle she’d be okay and we were still around when she suddenly stopped. Which was a very good thing. Since TLC had threatened me practically with my life if I gave in to Belle’s tears and antics. Oh. My. Broken. Heart. It was a rough twenty minutes for moi.

Saturday morn we went out early to feed our (pregnant) Mama cows and played on our back patio (bubbles, pulling the wagon, picking up sticks and rocks)—until 10:30. It was surprisingly cool! We’d told LL we’d all load up and go have some “Moyo” (the term MSH uses when he’s referring to frozen yogurt) after Baby Elle woke from her nap.

Northeast of Us: The Moving Saga continued for TLC and Her Hubby.

Us/We? (I swear I have no grammar skills any Country Folks had a fun time “goin’ to town” after Belle’s nap. We hit up Staples—(y’all will recall this is one of Biscuit’s favourite stores and, yes, that still blows our minds…)—before heading to the frozen yogurt store. They’re within a short walking distance. We all enjoyed the deliciousness of the gluten-free flavors we picked. This is truly one of Biscuit’s treasured things to do when she’s staying with us. God love her. Simple pleasures!

Saturday—for all of us—went by fairly fast. At our house, Belle did much better taking her nap and going to bed that night in the crib she doesn’t appreciate.

Minutes after getting Biscuit to sleep, I showered and hurried to get in my bed—the place where MSH was already snoring. I reached to turn off my light—monitors on The Little Girls and my body in total pain—when I received a text from TLC saying one of the movers had stolen her iPhone 6! I felt awful for her. She’d just bought a 7Plus two weeks ago. She was saving the 6 for LL and Belle—so they could look at pictures and watch the videos. She’d left it in her nightstand drawer Saturday morning and had discovered it gone moments before her text.

She was sick. ANGRY. (Mostly at herself for not taking it with her in her car.) STRESSED. Fortunately, we all put passcodes on our phones. She wasn’t too worried about anything getting stolen. She was deeply hurt that one of the movers—and they tipped, generously, all these guys that helped for two days at the end of both days—would steal from her. After talking to a lovely Apple Customer Service Rep, she did her best to sleep and move on.

Sunday came and went a bit slowly for The Grandparents! As Belle napped that afternoon, this Mama listened to The iPhone Theft Story from TLC—as she drove away from her former home forever. It's about an hour drive. Trust me: She could convince Scotland Yard she didn’t lose or misplace it. The woman she talked to at the moving company on Monday morning assured her she’d find it—that her "guys” would never take anything. Here's what this Mama Bear says: The cellphone won’t show up. I’m certain of it. I'm even more positive Scotland Yard would also be certain.)

By Sunday evening after dinner, MSH and I were slowly going downhill. Our bodies were beginning to rebel. Major rebellion. Caring for LL? A piece of cake. Easy. Peasy. Baby Elle? Lordy. That 16-month-old Baby Princess is actually a TORNADO. FAST. Unpredictable. Destructive. TIRING. Sheesh. (And we adore her.)

Monday morning TLC worked on getting Her Girls’ bedrooms ready for them to come see their new digs! They’d seen the downstairs last Thursday—but couldn’t go up to their rooms due to wet carpet. TLC was anxious to get them settled in. MSH and I and The Little Girls spent the first half of the day eating, getting in some last-minute playing, and packing their belongings. (It was alof of stuff for three nights/four days.)

We arrived at The New Casa (new to TLC and Gang) at 2:00 Monday afternoon. I was very impressed and loved it! Yes, it needs some work and tender loving care. Paint in most all of the house/rooms. Carpet in many rooms. But it’s a charming, comfy, wonderful home and I’m sincerely excited for our daughter, granddaughters, son-in-law and Henry the Dog as they adjust to new neighbors, schools, challenges—their new life.

MSH and I got home at 5:00 yesterday evening. I got my jammies on and went straight to our Great Room davenport. I kept falling asleep as I watched the THREE-HOUR conclusion of The Bachelorette. I loved Rachel, by the way. In a big way. I feel like she didn’t get the man her heart truly wanted. I hope and pray she’s happy with the one she got. (She sure did snag a STUNNING 3-carat diamond ring. WOWZER.)

Today has been spent on laundry and cleaning. Putting LL’s room (which was TLC’s and is now our guest room but Biscuit would sweetly inform you it’s HER room!) back together. I must confess: I didn’t finish in there. I did finish our laundry.

I had a haircut in town at 2:00. Left early for some errands. When I got home at 3:30? I might have opted to get back on the davenport. Yep. I’m awful. What can I say? This Old Grammy ain’t what she used to be. I'm old. Saggy. Sluggish. Sigh.

Here’s to Y’all having a Wonderful Wednesday—wherever in the World you are!

Note: If you must move, try to do it in the Spring. Or Fall. Not August. At least not July or August if you live in Texas. And get ready for lots o’ unexpected and unwelcome issues to come up. They happen. Always. ALWAYS.



p.s.: I’m missing My Three Gals tonight. Sniffy. Sniff.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Celine. And Dion.

Y’all might remember how much I love America’s Got Talent. It’s one of my shows that make me cry. EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. (Since The Biggest Loser hasn’t been on in about…oh, I don’t know exactly…two years?...I have all of those tears just waiting to be released from my old, sad eyes.)

If y’all are not watching this season's AGT, my question is this: WHY? I mean, SERIOUSLY…WHY? It has lots of ridiculous acts—at the beginning. But, after the first four shows, it’s ALL TALENT. Some of the acts? I cannot watch. I must fast forward. ICKY ICK ICK. Like contortionists? Uh, no. NO, thank you very much. But the singers? Dancers? Magicians? Comedians/Comediennes? LOVE THEM ALL.

I’m missing Nick Cannon—yet liking (and I’m semi-surprised I’m saying this) Tyra Banks as the Host. Howie? Mel B.? Heidi? Simon? ADORE THEM. Each and every one of them.

This year there is a 9-year-old girl who is INCREDIBLE. Her name is…wait for it...drumroll...Celine. Yep. Named after you-know-who. Her parents LOVE, LOVE, are OBSESSED with Celine Dion. (I can’t blame them.) Her little sister’s name? Yep. Dion. I cannot make this stuff up, Peeps.

I also cannot put into enough words—that are accurately descriptive—how good/talented/cute this little girl is. Last night? She got The Golden Buzzer (if you don't know what this is you're just going to have to watch the show...). From Guest Judge Laverne (spelling?). (I think she’s on Orange is the New Black. I think. I don’t watch that show because we don’t get that channel—but I’m fairly certain that’s her claim to fame. And she was precious. Truth.)

My Suggestion: WATCH America's Got Talent. If you never have—GIVE IT A TRY. On Demand it. Netflix it. Go to their website. You can watch every show from there. I believe. Do whatever you have to do. The contestants (and MANY are from other countries around the world) are full of The American Dream. How can an American not treasure that? At the very least, YouTube Celine’s performances, okay? You’ll fall in complete love with her. Trust me.


p.s.: My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I meet TLC at our rendezvous spot in Euless manana at 9:30 a.m. This is THE WEEKEND! The Big Move will happen beginning tomorrow afternoon. TLC has literally been packing for over a month. She says she's (mostly) ready. Little Leighton and Baby Elle will be staying with us—at our country casa—for 3 nights/4 days. MSH and I could use a prayer or two for our physical stamina, energy and general well-being—if you have some prayers to spare. Baby Elle? WEARS. US. ALL. OUT. Sheesh. She also sleeps in my Boffice. That’s my combo word for our second guest room and my office. Any hope that I can post—or even get on my computer for more than five minutes—is completely dashed by her need to sleep in here. If there’s anything left of me on Monday night? Come back and look for my follow-up post possibly entitled: We Are Officially Pooped. If it's not there? Check back Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Winky. Wink.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

In the midst...

of TLC’s move to a new home—second move in a little over two years—and all of the chaos, confusion, and exhaustion—it became August. AUGUST. Oh. My. Lord. The last two weeks of July? Vanished. Completely disappeared in the hot, steamy Texas wind.

This week is cRaZy. Naturally. Could I expect anything else? Sigh. My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I will pick up Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) on Friday morning. We’ll attempt to keep them entertained until Monday morning (Which won’t be easy since it’s virtually impossible to step outside our home after 10:00 a.m. every morning and stay healthy…However, the DFW Weather Peeps are promising cooler temps for the next 5-6 days—which only means low 90s instead of the 100s). Late Monday morn, we’ll take them to their new home! (An hour-and-fifteen-minutes will be our driving opposed to the over-two hour previous drive to their current house. YES!)

Grammy Nanny ELC is missing My Little Angels! I said goodbye to My Three Gals last Thursday after being with them for nine out of twelve days (TLC's Hubby was in Connecticut for almost two weeks). TLC had thought I might need to help her today and/or tomorrow. She is under the impression she has the remaining packing etc. all worked out—or so she believes. I’m here at our country casa. Cleaning. Doing laundry. Getting our groceries and gluten-free menus planned for Our Little Girls’ Visit.

I’m going to be, once again, taking over lolwiththeleightons for a few weeks. Maybe even months. I’ll valiantly attempt to figure out how to post pictures! I’m a bit worried. I rarely save them on this old, outdated desktop computer I use. I try—and then I can’t seem to locate them. I’ll make an extraordinary effort and maybe even get MSH to help me! He can be quite handy. Sometimes. With computers. (He’s HUGELY handy with meals—vacuuming—yardwork—errands. He’s the BEST with all of those things. Not laundry. Not potties. Most everything else. Hey, I’m lucky he does as much as he does. Don’t you worry one itty-bitty bit: I so cherish his help and I mean CHERISH!)

So bear with me, Friends…as always, I have things to say! Y’all have no doubts about that fact, right?

Wishing us all an AWESOME August! Before we can blink, Autumn will be here. It’ll still be hotter-than-you-know-what in Texas. We’ll be pretending it’s cool and crisp while we fix or purchase our pumpkin lattes! (Oh, dear. TLC will drive us all NUTS with her Fall Obsession soon. Sheesh.)

Smooches and BIG Hugs and TA-TA FOR NOW!


Wednesday, July 26, 2017

splashes of pleasure...

From Jesus Lives. By Sarah Young.


KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON ME--AND ON THE CROWN OF LIFE I HAVE PROMISED TO THOSE WHO LOVE ME. There is a sense in which life on this earth is an endurance contest. It can be helpful to view your life this way, because then you're not shocked or disappointed by the many trials you encounter. Nonetheless, I do provide splashes of pleasure even in the midst of your hardest times. Among the many blessings I have for you, the Joy of My Presence is always available to you.

The crown of Life is similar to the wreath that was rewarded for athletic victory in biblical times. However, those athletes competed to get a perishable crown--a wreath of greenery--and you are receiving a crown that will last forever! Whenever you are feeling battered by life's trials, remember the crown of righteousness that is stored up for you. Because it is My righteousness that saves you, this eternal reward is absolutely guaranteed. I have promised to give it to all those who love Me--who long for My return. When I, the Chief Shepherd, come back for you, you will receive the crown of Glory that will never fade away!

The Leightons and Baby Elle do so love crowns! But life's trials are tough right now. Moving is HARD. (Even when it's not actually you moving! Sigh.) I pray for energy, strength, and patience! I pray to Our Dear Lord God Almighty and His Son, Jesus Christ, for their love, hope, peace and forgiveness.


Hope each of you has a WONDERFUL Wednesday!

Saturday, July 22, 2017

rainbow bootsy...

Rainy Rainbow Bootsy, that is. The name of Little Leighton’s (aka LL aka Biscuit) new birthday gift!

Backing up:

I’ve spent the past five out of six days with TLC and The Little Girls.

I went to their casa last Sunday. Spent two nights. We parked my car in TLC’s garage and came to our country casa on Tuesday. We stayed here two nights. Thursday, after an early lunch, we went back East to TLC’s home where I spent one night.

I had lunch yesterday with My Sweet Mackie (she is the CUTEST) in Plano—our favourite restaurant—Newk’s—and then stopped for two errands on my way home. One in Ft. Worth and one in Weatherford. I was happy yet POOPED as I drove into my garage.

I slept like a baby last night. (That doesn’t happen too terribly often any more.) Pretty much worn out from chasing Baby Elle (aka Belle) around for five days. (LL is a BREEZE. Seriously. She’s easy to entertain and keep happy.) Belle is fast. Tough. Sneaky. Untrustworthy (You can watch her scheming/thinking/planning—trying to figure out how she’s going to get her hands on something she shouldn’t. She currently drags her little chair around the playroom to stand on in order to reach the toys that are Biscuit’s and, therefore, put out of Belle’s reach.). And, of course, Baby Elle is The Cutest Little Sister EVER. Winky. Wink.

I go East, again, tomorrow afternoon. Stay four more nights and head West. Again. Sheesh and Lawdy and aren’t I just The BEST MOM/GRAMMY Ever??? (Have I mentioned TLC’s is out of state? For two weeks? Hence my willingness to help watch The Little Angel Girls while TLC packs, makes a thousand phone calls, etc. Etc. Etc.)

We’ll be celebrating LL’s (actual) birthday next week. My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH aka Pa-Pa) will be joining LL, TLC, Belle and me at LL’s favourite Mall for lunch, a ride on The Carousel, and visits to The Disney Store and Build-A-Bear Workshop Monday.

LL has received one of her gifts early from Grammy and Pa-Pa. A meowing, purring, head-moving cat named “Bootsy.” LL saw her at our Walmart store a few weeks ago. I told her she couldn’t have it that day—that maybe she’d get it for her birthday. She saw it one more time on a quick trip back into Walmart a couple of weeks ago. Meantime, TLC had ordered it for us from Amazon.

When I retrieved it from the store in town where we have everything shipped, I had to cut a thousand things off of the dadgum cat in order to make it STOP MEOWING. It was simply non-stop. Me, The Deaf-In-My-Right-Ear could hear it constantly. That wasn’t going to work for me. I decided the time to give it to LL was this past Thursday—a couple of hours before the four of us gals were going to go back to TLC’s.

While she took it out of the Super Girl (we do truly love us some Super Girl!) gift sack, this is how our conversation went:

ELC: That’s from Buddy Boo Bear and Hunter the Cat!

LL: Grammy, they went to the store and bought it for me?

ELC: Yep. We drove them to town. Let them out at the front door of Walmart. Hunter found it and took it to the Cashier. Buddy took out his little doggie credit card and paid for it.

LL (looking at me with MAJOR suspicion): Grammy, I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think dogs can have credit cards!

ELC: I know, Biscuit. I was kidding. But if they could buy you a gift—because they both love you SOOO much—this is what they’d get you.

At this point, TLC asked her what she was going to name the kitty. She told Biscuit she was called a “Bootsy” cat.

I think I’ve shared with y’all that LL has ALWAYS named her dolls and stuffed animals quite unique (Oh, poo. Who am I kidding? They’ve been semi-weird, Friends.) names. Most of the time, the doll or animal will actually have three names. Or, at the very least, two. It’s challenging to remember whose names are what. Biscuit always remembers, though.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, LL decided she’d really rather call the cat Rainy. Rainy Rainbow Bootsy. SIGH.

She’s going to be stuffing a bear Monday. It’ll be innerstin’ to see what that one gets named. If only it could be one name that her Grammy could remember.

Hope Y’all are having a Wonderful Weekend! If you’re traveling as much as I am, BE SAFE. Please!

Smooches and Ta-Ta for Now!


Monday, July 17, 2017

surprise! part two...

As ELC mentioned, my precious Aunt and Cousins had a little surprise (early) birthday soiree for Little Leighton last weekend. We had so. much. FUN. LL was shocked!

My Aunt's house had been decorated from top to bottom! It was beautiful.

They played "Pin the Carrot on Olaf!" (At one point, several weeks ago, LL mentioned she would like a My Little Pony/Frozen birthday party. My adorable family took her seriously! It made my heart just SMILE.)

There was even face painting! LL opted for the loveliest little rainbow. We love rainbows!

Time for cupcakes! Grammy ELC made extra yummy gluten-free Funfetti cupcakes. We frosted them with strawberry icing. They were DELISH.

This was a picture of The Leighton Ladies and Baby Elle at my Cousin's play the next morning. We all thought it was AWESOME.

The memories we made are priceless to all of us. We can't wait to see them all again soon!

Okay--back to packing for me, y'all. YUCK. I wish I had one of those cupcakes right about now.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

4th fun...

Howdy, friends!

So, I think I've packed a total of 10 boxes. I move in three-ish weeks. Please send me lots of wine, chocolate and bubble wrap.

I wanted to share a few pictures from our FUN 4th of July! We had the best time at the lake (we actually went down on the 2nd and ended up seeing the most amazing fireworks' display--compliments of our neighbors!) with just Little Leighton. Sweet Grammy ELC kept Baby Elle and Henry for us so we could spend one-on-one time with our oldest girl.

Note: I am NOT a lake lady. I generally am only a fan of clear water where I can see the bottom. I've done my best to not influence LL. Apparently I've done an amazing job because she LOVES the lake. Granted, lake-ing was a HUGE part of my childhood. We spent many a'weekend on our various boats--fishing, tubing, sunbathing. I have wonderful memories. But, as I've aged, I've decided I'd rather stick to pools or the ocean. So be it. However, if anyone can get me in a lake? It's LL. Dadgummit.

Who doesn't love a good dock-selfie?

LL's great-aunt (My Hubby's Mom's Sister) came for a visit. We were extremely happy to spend time with her. We had a blast riding in the boat!

On our way to the lake, we stopped at a fireworks stand and procured sparklers. LL was a bit skeptical but really liked them!

Meanwhile, on the actual 4th, we headed to our Downtown to watch the local parade. It was hot, y'all. And insanely crowded. At least Baby Elle was well-accessorized.

I hope you all had a fabulous 4th, too. Go America!

I'll be back in a few days to share pictures from LL's "surprise early birthday party!"


Tuesday, July 11, 2017


So Baby Elle’s first “vacation” was a GREAT success! And—it was actually an early birthday “SURPRISE” party for Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit)! With her great-aunt, my two nieces, and four cousins! Plus TLC, Baby Elle and moi. Of course.

Once we unloaded our cRaZy number of bags at our hotel, ice chests and paraphernalia, Friday afternoon, we went over to my sister’s townhome. As we parked in front, LL saw a poster on her front door that said:






Biscuit read it out loud. With confusion.

LL: “They know another Biscuit? This is a party?”

ELC: No. That Biscuit is YOU, LL!

LL: But this is not my birthday.

(God love her. She was exactly right. Her birthday is not for two more weeks.)

ELC: Well, that’s why this is such a MARVELOUS SURPRISE, Biscuit! This is your very first “SURPRISE!” party!

Once we got inside and the older cousins started her on two scavenger hunts and pin the tail on My Little Pony, she was in HEAVEN. Pure, SWEET Birthday Heaven! I doubt she’ll ever forget this weekend and that’s what TLC and I prayed would happen!

There were two small blips in our little mini vacay. Sigh. ALWAYS, right?

First, we weren’t able to get into our  hotel room early. Which almost never, ever happens to moi. The (young) clerk at the front desk made a couple of unfortunate mistakes—as I tried to check-in. I won’t go into the entire, sad, STUPID experience. Suffice it to say: I had a little chat with an Assistant Manager and ended up with a reduced bill for the 2-bedroom suite. By the way: The original charges were going to be HUGELY ridiculous. I'm talking borderline highway robbery. But, once the young lady (who, I must believe, learned some valuable “public relations’ lessons” that afternoon) snottily and condescendingly tried to explain to me, a 63-year-old woman who has stayed in literally hundreds of hotels in my life, some of their “policies” and issues, including that "Check-in is 3:00." (She then promptly proceeded to check-in two other families BEFORE 3:00...AARRRGGGGHHHHH...while we quietly sat in the dining room watching the time on our iPhones.) the price for the suite became more than reasonable. The Assistant Manager lowered it to what it should have been all along. Not sure I’ll stay there again. Some time will have to pass for me to mull that one over.

The other blip happened at a play performance one of my great-nieces was in. She’s 9—about to be 10. She’d attended a “drama” camp for three weeks and the play was the kids' performance for their families and friends.

It took place at the CUTEST little theater. Baby Elle, who had slept well Friday night in her hotel crib, would have been a good little angel—had we not had to get to the theater 40 minutes early for our seats. And had two nice, but long-winded, young women not spent almost 20 minutes talking about the camp, their other summer programs and their programs during the school year. An hour in our seats prior to the actual beginning of the play proved to be too much to ask of 15-month-old Baby Elle. Her paci, a snack and water did nothing to keep her quiet. I took her down to the ticket booth/snack bar area and we watched the play on a monitor. (I later got to go back with my sister to see the afternoon performance. It worked out perfectly! My oldest great-niece stayed at the hotel with Biscuit and TLC while Baby Elle napped.)

At the end of the second performance, we all met up at my nephew's and niece-by-marriage's (JDub has three of the six gal cousins and is very VERY outnumbered!) home for more play time and a pizza dinner!

Sunday morn we went back to my sister's for an early lunch. Said our goodbyes with major smooches. Then, so TLC would not have to drive me all the way home (two hours) and then drive to her casa (two more hours), My Sweet Hubby (MSH) met us at a place that was mostly on TLC’s way home. He tried to time it where he wouldn’t have to wait too long on us—but it didn’t work. He was at our rendezvous point almost an hour early. TLC and I hated that. He was patient and kind. As always.

MSH and I arrived home, and I was on my davenport, by 4:30.

Chalk one up to a Fabulous Family Weekend of travel, fun, entertainment,  swimming, laughs, endless pictures and many, many stories!

Hope Y’all have a Wonderful Week—wherever in this World you are! (Use all of your Public Relations' Skills when dealing with family, friends and strangers. Seriously. Be kind. And gentle. And PATIENT.)

Love and BIG Hugs,


Thursday, July 6, 2017

biscuit's surprise...

We’ve failing to re-post “July” blogs from the past. (It is only July 6th, however.) Maybe next week. At this point, TLC and I are just treading water. Life is happening a thousand miles a second—while we try to keep our heads above the roaring rapids. I’m confident it’s that way for each of y’all! Recycling past posts IS happening. Trust me.

But TLC and I have something truly fun planned for Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) this weekend! She and LL and Baby Elle will be here, at our country casa, any moment. In the morning, we’re headed North to Wichita Falls to see my sister, niece, nephew and four great-nieces.

Tomorrow afternoon, Biscuit is in for a SURPRISE!

Look for my follow-up by next Tuesday…ish…

Until then, PLEASE be SAFE. Be HAPPY. Be KIND.





Tuesday, July 4, 2017

America the Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties,

Above the fruited plain!

America! America!

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

I cherish this song. I’ve known it since I was a tiny tot. I can sing it much better than I can The Star-Spangled Banner. But, sadly, I don’t think children are learning this song today. Actually, I don’t think a lot of them are being taught The Star-Spangled Banner. Which breaks my heart. In half.

Confession: This song has four verses. I’d be hard-pressed to sing the other three for you—without help. Without cheating and looking at the words. In fact, it might prove to be impossible. I do believe, if I could force you to hear me sing it right this very minute, you’d say I did a surprisingly good job! Winky. Wink.

I looked up the song’s history. It was originally written as a poem by Katharine Lee Bates. In 1893. It was put to music, which was composed by Samuel A. Ward, in 1910. I hope they know how much I love them for giving me proud chills every single time I hear it. Sing it. Feel its "majesty."

On this Fourth of July, 2017, I pray to our Dear Lord God Almighty to bless and protect our United States of America. There is way too much to worry about lately. So much hatred. Violence. Conflict. Enough. I fear for our children’s and grandchildren’s futures.

This IS a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL country with wonderful, kind, good, hard-working citizens. I pray to God we can restore our country’s Christianity—with God’s Amazing Grace.

Sending BIG RED, WHITE and BLUE smooches and hugs to each of you this afternoon. Wherever in the World you are!

A Texas Yankee Doodle ELC

Saturday, July 1, 2017

jump and jive!

The first day of July. 2017. Sheesh.

Well, this month is going to be beyond cRaZy.

Soooooooo........recognizing this fact........we're going to go ahead and surrender to the craziness and use this month as a time to reflect back on Julys (Julies? I have no clue how to make this grammatically correct.) in the past seven years.

Now, re-posting past posts will require ELC to depend on TLC. (I have not one clue how to either link from past posts or copy and paste the actual post.) Reliance on TLC is IFFY--at best.

Be patient with us. PLEASE. Our minds will be on vacation. Our bodies, souls, hearts and spirits? In flux. And, as always in Texas, all five of those things will be HOT. Very, very, VERY hot.

Here's hoping each of Y'all will have a Jumpin'/Jivin' July! Wherever in this World Y'all are...


Friday, June 30, 2017

Friday in Texas...

Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and I made the trip East to her casa Wednesday. After an early lunch. I knew she’d have to make a “potty” stop and I was going to need gas. We did this in Weatherford. At a new, big gas station. Everything was great. Then we got back on the Interstate only to be caught in a parking lot. I swear. They get these highways down to one lane—on the pretense of doing roadwork—only to cause major hang-ups and headaches. (I often dream, as I'm sitting completely still and wondering if I should have brought a sleeping bag, of the opportunity to talk to the people in charge of this "roadwork." I'd love to know how THEY feel when they're caught up in what appears to be ridiculous delays. Sigh. The two-hour trip took almost three. Biscuit was pretty patient, though. God love her.

We found TLC and Baby Elle waiting for us in the driveway! They’d been alone for about 36 hours. They were ready for some relief and entertainment. God love them.

I came back home yesterday evening. Today My Sweet Hubby and I are going to Ft. Worth. We feel the need to escape chores and work for a few hours. It’s hot. SO. VERY. HOT. Duh. It’s Texas.

Have a Fabulously FANTASTIC Friday and Wonderful Weekend, Dearest Friends…AND God love each of YOU!

Love and BIG Hugs,


Monday, June 26, 2017

twinkle. with a "g"

So Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) has come to the country for two nights/three days. Yippee and Woo Hoo! My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH aka Pa-Pa) and Grammy ELC are hugely thrilled! Duh. Double DUH.

LL has missed and loves, loves, LOVES our three Mama cows! Y’all may remember she named them. Dixie. Elsie. And Twinkle. “With a ‘g’.” Okay, we have no clue where she got the “with a ‘g’.” Not an iota of an idea where that could possibly have come from. But that’s what MSH and I now call this cow: Twinkle. With a “g.”

When we met TLC and Baby Elle at our rendevous spot this morn—a Target store in Grapevine—LL asked Pa-Pa if he had fed the cows. She was delighted when he told her he’d saved that job for her. It was the FIRST thing she wanted to do when we got to our casa.

We fed The Cow Gals. Went into town for MoYo (aka frozen yogurt. Pa-Pa calls all frozen yogurt places “MoYo.”). Got back home around 3:00 p.m. Watched the newest Sofia the First (even though LL confessed she’s already seen it six or seven times) Grammy had recorded. Ate a truly healthy, and delicious, gluten-free dinner. Played for a very long time in her bath—which she gets to do at Grammy and Pa-Pa’s—but not typically at her house. Read four books—instead of the usual two she gets at her house—at bedtime. (Are y’all seeing a pattern here? LL runs this place. No point in trying to deny it.) She passed out in seconds once Grammy told her to shut her eyes, quit wiggling, and go to sleep. Please. Grammy is pooped. 

Tomorrow will be a “Girls’ Only Day” in town. Shopping (Hellmart and one of Biscuit's all-time most favourite stores, Staples. I can’t make that up.), followed by a quick stop at the beauty shop for a trim of LL’s too-long bangs. Pa-Pa has yardwork. It was his idea that we go in without him. Winky. Wink.

Grammy and LL will head to TLC’s on Wednesday. I’ll stay the night. Baby Elle is confused about where her Big Sis is and I need a few of Elle's sweet wittle hugs and smooches.

Have a Wonderful Week, Everyone!

ta-ta for now…


Friday, June 23, 2017

no pink ray...

Long-ish week. Good times. Tough Times. FUN times. TLC was lucky enough to have lunch with her special, dear, treasured friend, Taylor. This Marvelous Mom of two PRECIOUS boys, Baker Extraordinaire (She makes the most beautiful, exquisite, amazing iced cookies—they are literally Art!), SMART, gorgeous, FUNNY, KIND and THOUGHTFUL friend brought TLC a decorated sack (She also does incredible calligraphy—this girl is tooooooooo talented for her own good.) full of her (Taylor's) favourite things. Surprised and totally touched TLC’s heart.

Grammy ELC Nanny-ied Little Leighton and Baby Elle while TLC and Taylor ventured to a favourite café in downtown McKinney. TLC DESERVED a  few moments away from her hourly stress, frustration, home-selling-buying challenges! Just seeing Taylor made me cry. (I'm old-ish. Many old-ish women cry about everything. Sigh.) If Y'all don't remember who Taylor is: She and TLC have known each other most of their lives. Although Taylor was a couple of grades ahead of TLC in school, they grew up together.  She was TLC’s Big Sister in their sorority and a Maid of Honor in TLC’s wedding. She is AWESOME. Period. End of story. She left as traffic was about to get horrid. Pretty sure I cried. Again.

I got my 25-lb weight loss “charm” at my local Weight Watchers’ meeting yesterday! I’m collecting key-chain charms (they are adorable) and currently working on the cutest little “sunglasses” charm for Summer. The challenge is to make 11 out of 13 weekly meetings. I’m determined to get it! (I’ve actually lost almost 27 pounds. Eleven-ish to go. I CAN DO THIS.)

Today is a semi-lazy Friday for moi. Home chores. Etc. TLC and Her Little Princesses are looking for their future home! They’re trying to see three this morning. Time’s a tickin’! Their home has a contract. We PRAY it sticks. Pray with us—if you have a few extra seconds and feel inclined. This Precious Family is excited about change and moving upward and onward! They need many details to work out. Too many have floundered/failed. SHEESH.

TLC called me on her way to meet their realtor in their upcoming hometown a couple of hours ago. Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) found out she’s coming to Grammy and Pa-Pa’s casa Sunday. (She doesn’t know she’s going to a play with us that afternoon in Ft. Worth. We save info like this for the day it is happening. Complications can be BRUTAL if something doesn’t actually happen. This will be only her second play in almost five years! We think she’ll love it. A report on that to follow next week!) While she was on Bluetooth/Speaker, I reminded her to bring her Moana DVD.

LL: Trolls, too, Grammy?

ELC: Yes! Trolls, too! (I’ve seen neither movie.)

LL: Well, there are two Rays in that one. One is a Blu Ray, Grammy. No Pink Ray! You can’t play it on a Pink Ray. Do you have a Blu Ray?

At this point, TLC and I were so tickled we simply could not suppress our laughter.

ELC: Yes, Biscuit. Grammy has a Blu Ray!

Little Leighton. We cherish her funny, quirky, silly little brain…it comes up with the darnedest thoughts!

She’ll be staying with us for three to four nights. My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I cannot wait. We adore every second we get to be with her. Y’all are too very aware of this fact. We believe she feels our love and devotion. We want her to ALWAYS feel it. We’ll miss Baby Elle. We will! But she deserves some one-on-one time with Mama TLC! The kind of time LL got before Princess Baby Elle arrived to ROCK Our Family’s World. (Plus, Baby Elle is lovingly called Our Wild Child. She’s hard for these two Seniors to keep up with for two nights. Cannot do three to four nights without the possibility of a trip to the ER. And I’m meaning MSH or moi going to the ER. Not Baby Elle.)

Hope each of you out there has a Wonderful Weekend—wherever in the World you are! (Stay away from Pink Rays, ‘k? Winky. Wink.)



Saturday, June 17, 2017

please leave my girl be...

It was hard to read TLC’s previous post. Truly hard. I was there. In the midst of some of the chaos and confusion. Frustration and stress.

As a mother—and grandmother—you never, EVER stop wishing you could take away the pain your children and/or grandchildren are suffering. You want their fears, illnesses, exhaustion, worries, concerns, hurts, disappointments to vanish. Immediately. To leave them alone. You’d gladly take all of their challenges on yourself. If you could. You feel like you cannot pray enough—long enough—loud enough—often enough—to help them.

My heart hurts for her. My head? My soul? My spirit? They all know everything is going to be okay. They all (MOSTLY!?!) feel the Peace of Our Lord God waiting to comfort her. Reward her. Release her from her difficult challenges.

I’ve been sending her memes/sayings/quotes I see (and believe) from Facebook and Pinterest. Instagram. (Of course I have no doubt she adores getting them from me. I’m certain of that. Winky. Wink.)

Here are a few she’s had to suffer through as text messages from her Mama this week:


Pray when you feel like worrying. Give thanks when you feel like complaining. Keep going when you feel like quitting.


Everything you want is coming. Relax and let the universe pick the timing and the way. You just need to trust that what you want is coming, and to watch how fast it comes.

          Abraham Hicks


SMILE, things are going to work out. You may not see it now, but you’re being directed to a much greater HAPPINESS.

And the most important one of all?


TRUST in the Lord with all your HEART and lean NOT on your own understanding.

          Proverbs 3.5

Deep breaths. Take them.

Patience. Faith. Trust. Hope. GRATITUDE. Feel them.

May each of you have a Sweet Saturday—wherever in this World you are!

ta-ta for now…


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

the altar...

Here's the truth:

I. Am. So. Tired. Tired of cleaning my house. Tired of being grouchy. Tired of inconsiderate people. Tired of being sick. Tired of being tired.

I'm so sorry I've been absent, well, for basically over a year. I still cannot figure out how to parent two children at the same time most days. I'm out numbered. And the little one is FAST. Now we are trying to sell our home and buy another in a new, basically unfamiliar town. It's just a lot. I'm OCD to begin with, and knowing strangers are coming into my house to judge it, makes me extra twitchy.

I'm also fully aware how truly "first world" my problems are. I sincerely try to wake up and start each day with a grateful heart. My "problems" pale in comparison to most. And while I know, in the end, everything will all work out as it's supposed to, I'm still struggling with patience and (lack of) control.

ELC called me last week and told me about a sermon she had just re-listened to on her satellite radio. It was about a woman who struggled for years with infertility. She prayed every second of every day, until she finally, truly, surrendered to God. She told Him she wasn't going to ask Him anymore for a baby. She knew He knew the desires of her heart. She knew He knew those desires would never change. She only asked that He help bring her peace and happiness. She was going to leave it all at His altar. It wasn't long until she and her husband were presented with the opportunity to adopt twins. LOVE.

I know God uses our struggles to draw us nearer to Him. We have been on quite the rollercoaster in just this last week alone. Contract on our house. Contract not on our house. New people want our house. We get excited, only to see the said new people looking at the other house on our street that's for sale. New people no longer want our house. It's hard to NOT take it personally. So, I've done (okay...okay--I'm REALLY TRYING TO DO but still falling short) what that sweet woman did: I've left it all at God's altar. He knows I want nice, fair people to buy our house (and soon). We have been blessed with such sweet neighbors in this current town. I want to leave them with good people. He knows those desires won't change. I know He's working on my behalf and in His time. I have to find peace and comfort in that knowledge. When I feel myself getting overwhelmed, I try and take a deep breath and pray the prayer that never fails: Thy Will Be Done.

I fully contend I need to REALLY "let it all go." And not just "say it," thinking God will believe my words. I know I have to feel it. Live it. And I'm trying. I'll get there!

So, thereyougo. I'm a hot mess. Yet, through my messiness, there have been lots of sweet memories made over the last few weeks, too, and I hope to be back sooner, rather than later, to share lots of pictures!

Until then...and if you're still reading my ramblings--THANK YOU for your patience!

Saturday, June 10, 2017

confession #68...

I said I was going to confess my speeding “violation” last Sunday (Yes. I’m a Violator.)—so here goes:

First: I haven’t been stopped by a policeman, deputy or highway patrol in years. (During these 48 years I’ve had a driver’s license? I’ve had two tickets I had to pay…four warnings…a few minor accidents caused by me—I can think of seven—not all with another vehicle…some I simply tore up my own car—or MSH’s…oops—and I’m naïve enough to think that ain’t bad!). In fact, the last time I was pulled over was eight years ago and only seconds after I pulled out onto the highway. I was less than two miles from our home. I’m referring to the highway to Interstate 20. The highway that begins My Journey to TLC’s Casa or anywhere else I go south, north or east. West? That’s a different road. On that day, I’d known for NINE YEARS what the speed limit was at the exact place I was being pulled over. The woman highway patrol person that stopped me (Why do women highway patrolpeeps dislike little ol’ moi?) said I was going 10 miles over the speed limit.

TRUTH: I will never, EVER, EVER argue with a highway patrolperson, police officer of Sheriff’s Deputy. Ever. Not about something I’ve allegedly done. (I can’t promise I wouldn’t defend one of our children or grandchildren or a relative or dear friend if they were being bullied or mistreated. I pray I’m never in that kind of situation.) I’m not going to be rude. First of all, I don’t believe there’d be much of a reason to argue. There's a process for which we can contest tickets. And I’m a Rule Follower. Have been since the day I was born. So if I am accused of breaking a rule? I’m confident enough in myself to tell you it’d be a very minor break and I'll accept responsibility for my actions. That incident? I apologized and told her if she showed I was going 10 miles over the limit I had not meant to and I wouldn’t do it again. She gave me a warning. (I think she clocked someone near me. I didn’t tell her that. Nope. Not wise. Just sayin' I'm pretty sure that's what occurred. More truth according to ELC.)

Further background: They are doing major construction on this dadgum problem highway. From I-20 south for sixty miles. This highway has become hugely dangerous in the past ten-ish years. Many people have been killed. It’s being widened. As it should be. But the work going on is, of course, VERY ANNOYING. Especially to those of us who must travel the highway daily. The speed limits all along the way are confusing. There are orange signs that are put up by the construction companies and that are, apparently, only “suggestions.” (This was confirmed by the highway patrol woman who stopped me Sunday.) The white Highway Department speed limit signs change every few miles. It’s hard to remember what the speed is supposed to be—especially when 80% of the people in front of or behind you are going anywhere from 10-20 miles over said limit.

Fast forward to last Sunday: I was driving my car to meet TLC at a Target where we exchange her chilluns. My Sweet Hubby (MSH) was in the front passenger seat. (I have a small-ish car.) Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) was in her carseat in the back. Behind MSH. As I got close to the interstate, I passed a highway patrolperson who had been pulled over on the opposite side of the road, heading south. I was going north. I cringed when said vehicle pulled away from the shoulder, turned their lights on and turned into my lane—right behind me. I was shocked. Truly shocked. And it’s the worst feeling. Ever.

ELC to MSH: I could NOT have been speeding. I saw a sign that said 65. I was maybe going 68. (Most of us have always heard a highway patrolperson will give you a few miles over—approximately 10% of the speed limit. So I felt very safe at 68.)

MSH in a quiet voice—as if the lady could hear him: “I knew you were going to get stopped. I’ve been telling you you’re not paying attention to all of those signs.”


She was a beautiful young woman. (I couldn’t help but think about her Mom and/or family wishing she was in any kind of profession other than this one.) And kind. She asked for my license and proof of insurance. She asked me where we were going. I told her. She then said I was going 68 in a 60. That she’d give me a Warning—because she knows all of that construction makes the speed limit confusing. But FIRMLY stated I was to make sure not to go over the speed limit in the future. She walked back to her car and I looked back at Biscuit.

ELC: Biscuit, I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have been driving so fast. I’m sorry. I’ll do better now and always. Are you okay?

LL: Yes, Grammy, I’m okay! Remember when Little Critter’s Daddy got stopped for speeding? This is like that!

Sheesh. Wasn’t wanting a “teaching opportunity” to end our great visit—but you take them when you get them. With an attitude of humility, patience and honesty.

As I shared in my last post, MSH used this as a chance to lecture me NON-STOP for a couple of days. I deserved it. So I did my best to be understanding about his worries.

Now it’s a beautiful, clear, sunny (will be a tidbit hottish) Saturday in North Central Texas. I’ve gotten a lot of rat-killin’ done and a healthy lunch eaten. I have a few more chores to get accomplished before MSH and I go pick Our Precious Frien Emily up for an early dinner in Granbury.

I’m sending each of Y’all a BIG HUG—wherever in this World you are! Be safe. Go the speed limit (but not too far under—that’s annoying, don’tchaknow…). Look for ways to be a GOOD example for any and all children in your midst. BE HAPPY! Be safe. BE KIND.



Monday, June 5, 2017

when a trip to walmart becomes...

entertainment. Yes. Seriously.

Let me back up:

Last Tuesday, TLC and Little Girls were to come stay with me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH) for four nights. TLC was going home, alone, on Friday morn. Then we were going to take Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) home after lunch on Saturday.

CHANGE OF PLANS. No shock here. What's new?

Belle had been feeling icky for a few days. Not sleeping well. LL had already visited their pediatrician week before last and had one ear infection and pink eye (NOT from Grammy—my pink eye was back in January. Whew.). TLC knew she’d better not drive two hours away from home—to the country—with a sickly baby. She took Belle to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon. Low and behold, she had TWO ear infections and pink eye. Poor Baby.

Loaded up with antibiotics and despite the fact that Belle hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep (therefore TLC had had none, either) in days, TLC and The Little Girls got here Wednesday afternoon. TLC was still going to go home Friday afternoon and we were prepared to keep Our Little Angels until Saturday afternoon.

Wednesday night? ROUGH. Not much sleep happening in Belle’s crib. Thursday night? ROUGHER. Belle was awake from 11:45 until 4:15. TLC had had virtually no sleep in almost two weeks. I insisted she go into her old bedroom and crawl into bed with LL. (LL had no clue TLC was even there. She was surprised when she woke up the next morning.)

Grammy ELC? I got a little less than three hours of sleep Thursday night. I ended up putting Belle in our bed at 4:15. MSH went ahead and got up—sitting quietly in the den, reading his iPad. I was grateful to him. He’d not had a lot of sleep himself, but he gave me his side of the bed so Belle could have mine. Baby Elle was having nothing to do with her crib. I mean NADA. We fear this is going to be a new pattern and we’re not sure what we’re going to do about it during future visits. Sigh. She screamed every time I attempted to put her down in it. Which was a minimum of THIRTY times in those four hours.

TLC woke to learn how bad the night had been and realized Belle would have to go back to the doctor. MSH and I asked if we could keep Biscuit until Sunday or Monday. (Sadly, TLC and Her Hubby were going to have to drag Belle around looking at homes in the town they are going to move to soon…and stay out of their house with her while prospective buyers looked at their home.) TLC and Belle left about 12:30—after lunch. I cried. The weather was scary. It had all become quite stressful and worrisome. I did my best to hide my tears and fears from LL. TLC made it home and to the doctor's office with Baby Elle sleeping the entire time. Two and a half hours. God love and bless her pooped little heart.

The Trip to Walmart (aka Hellmart/aka WallyWorld) happened Saturday morning. In the midst of all of our trials and tribulations, we were having rain. A very acceptable amount! Some quite heavy and with some high winds. (We refuse to allow ourselves to complain about rain. We simply cannot.)

(Friday afternoon, after TLC and Belle had headed to the Metroplex, MSH and I took LL into town for some MoYo--MSH’s name for frozen yogurt—no matter what the yogurt store/business is called—he calls it MoYo. We’d hoped to run into Walmart for some food items. Just a few. I’d also told LL she could get three things. A game. Two little “cars” that she wanted for herself and Baby Elle. Some jellies (plastic shoes). While we were in the MoYo store, a storm came up. Ominous looking. We made the decision to get home as quickly and safely as possible and try to do Walmart Saturday morn.)

Saturday morn it was still rainy, but we were thinking we could get tres bored in the house all day. We went to town soon after breakfast. Our 60-Minute-At-The-Most-Including-The-Trips-Back-And-Forth-Adventure turned into 2 1/2 hours! MSH roamed the Hellmart aisles alone while Biscuit and Grammy slowly perused the toy aisles, clothes 'and shoes' areas, crayons' and stickers' aisle. We had FUN. We didn’t buy too many things not on our list (Truth, TLC. Teeheehee!). We departed for home to enjoy a lovely, gluten-free lunch of beef hot dogs (Oscar Mayer “Natural”—YUMMO), tater chips and a Disney game!

Meanwhile, Baby Elle got a horrid shot late Friday afternoon. She’d had three of them a few months ago—one per day for three days in a row. TLC knew how much it was going to hurt her. Had to be done. She’s gotten better and better with each passing day, thank You, Lord! Belle's doctor told TLC Belle could only have one shot this time. It needed to work.

Saturday evening, Biscuit and Grammy spent the night over at our Barn apartment! She loves it there. Her first time to stay there (It’s never necessary. She’s had her own room at our home since she was born!) was last Summer. She’s bugged us and bugged us to do it again. We’d be sixty yards away from our home, in a quiet/cool apartment, and MSH could work on hunting down an armadillo that was demolishing our yard and gardens. I said: OKAY!

Biscuit and I had a wonderful night of sweet sleep! (The Armadillo Hunt was, sadly, futile.) We packed up her bags after breakfast Sunday morn, made her a car picnic lunch, and took her to meet her Mama and Belle Sunday around noon. (We meet at a Target in Euless or Grapevine. We’re not sure which town it’s actually in. I am sure of this: Until they get the store remodeled, I am NOT going back in. It is a hot mess. Been that way for months.) MSH and I missed Biscuit the moment we drove away. Sniff Sniff.

Note: We (When I see “we” I mostly mean ME.) did have an unfortunate incident on the way to meet TLC. I was driving my car and was stopped by a Highway Patrol Officer. (A beautiful young woman!) For speeding. First stop in about eight years. I’ll cover that debacle in my next post. Suffice it to say I was not proud Little Leighton saw it all go down from the backseat. Sheesh.

MSH and I have a HUGELY big/cRaZy/frantic week coming up. Hope Y’all’s will be smoother and easier than what we’re expecting. Yikes.

It’s JUNE, Y'all! Have a Marvelous Monday and Wonderful Week...wherever in the World you are...