Sunday, March 18, 2018

18--vol 3...

Late this morn, My Sweet Hubby and I are heading East to CELEBRATE Baby Elle’s second birthday! With several other family members. She won’t actually be two for a few more days. But this day made the most sense for TLC and her Gang and our families. So CELEBRATE we SHALL!

I’m positive TLC wishes she could be writing this post. In fact, that’s how we planned it. She’d do eighteen things she TREASURES about her second child. Y’all know our yadayadayada story/excuse: Life gets in the way of our good intentions. We both realized she was super strapped for time.

ENTER…MOI! Grammy can’t post pictures like TLC would have done. (TLC can do a few for me soon.) I can, however, give you…

Eighteen (18) Things I ADORE about Baby Elle (aka Belle):


  1. Her sweet, funny, precious spirit! From the moment she was born, we all knew she was going to be very different from her older sister (Little Leighton—aka LL). Feistier. Yes—Wilder.
  2. Her energy! Y’all may recall LL wasn’t a very…what’s the word…physical infant/baby/toddler. In fact, she didn’t sit up on her own until she was nearly a year old. We, lovingly, called her The Happy Sitter—because you could move her around the house all day long and sit her anywhere on any floor and she’d be happy for quite some time. She was getting restless? No problem. Pick her up and move her again! She was sixteen months old before she started walking. Even after that milestone, we never worried about her climbing up on things. Jumping down off things. Running much of anywhere. Belle, ontheotherhand, was a ball of fire and movement from the time she was in her Mommy’s tummy! She did everything physical much earlier than LL ever did. To this day? You can watch her little eyes/brain constantly looking around and trying to figure out where she’s going next. What she’s going to try to get up on/in to. We (tenderly) call her The Tornado. She is EXHAUSTING. In the very best way possible.
  3. Her love for Her Big Sis! She looks at LL with complete and sincere amazement/admiration. She watches LL. She listens to her. She has from the time she was born. Don’t get me wrong. She fights with LL over toys. Space. Food. If she wants it? She’s going to get it. And hold onto it until the bitter end. Through all of that drama? Her Big Sister reigns SUPREME.
  4. Her laughter. Her giggles. Her silliness. And, trust me: She completely knows she’s being ridiculous!
  5. Her manners. From the time she could start saying “Tank ou, Mama…” “Tank ou, Daddy…” “Tank ou, Gwammy…” “Tank ou, Pa-Pa…”, she became the most polite toddler I’ve ever known. And that includes her Mama—who was pretty dadgum polite but sometimes had to be reminded to give thanks to someone. And Her Big Sister. Heck, possibly, me! She thanks everyone around her for something only one person has really done for her. It’s beyond cute.
  6. “God bless you, Gwammy.” When someone sneezes or coughs? She is the first to say: “God bless you!” Again, the most polite child ever.
  7. The fantastic way she naps and sleeps at night! LL? She was like her Mama. Not a good napper. Not a good night-time sleeper. In fact, she really didn’t sleep in her crib for more than a couple of hours at a time. We’d all finally just give in and put her in bed with us. It was the only way we could get any sleep. (TLC? The same. Exactly the same.) Now, in LL’s defense? Two things: (1) We have no way of knowing when Celiac disease starting affecting Little Leighton. Could have been very early on. She was two when she was diagnosed. At 2? TLC and Her Hubby bought a pretty Pottery Barn bed for LL—called it a “Princess” bed—and LL started sleeping in it right away. Has been a decent/GOOD SLEEPER since then! (2) Belle actually didn’t start off as a great sleeper. In fact, TLC hired an expert (a well-known New Orleans’ pediatrician) to Facetime with her one night to give her advice on how to help Baby Elle overcome her infant sleeping issues. Whether it was this doctor’s expertise or Belle simply being ready to start sleeping better, it happened. In the past few weeks? We’ve all noticed how Belle scooches into a corner of her crib with her Bunny Lovie (she calls “DeeDee”) and three pacifiers (she calls BaaBaas). She stays in the corner for most of her naps and her nights. It makes us smile.
  8. Her hair! Especially when she wakes up from a nap or in the mornings! It. Is. WILD. Which she thinks is FUNNY. Also, those little pink glasses. I mean, seriously, Friends. Are they the MOST PRECIOUS?
  9. Her love of fruit chews! You know—those little packages of sweet things that are made by companies that try to convince us they’re healthy because they have a teeny percentage of fruit juice in them? Right. Anyway, from the time TLC could give them to Baby Elle without cutting each of them up into several pieces, she has craved them. She is OBSESSED. She’d eat them for breakfast, lunch, dinner and her morning and afternoon snacks. She literally will look at you—every hour on the hour—and, with the sweetest little voice and expression—say: “Fruit chews, Gwammy? Fruit Chews?” It breaks my heart when I have to either pretend I didn’t hear her or think of something to distract her/change the subject. Or, God forbid, say “No, Belle. No fruit chews. You’ve already had two packages today.” She basically likes about six foods at this point in her little life. Which completely frustrates Her Mama. Fruit Chews are absolutely #1 on Baby Belle’s List of Preferred Foods.
  10. Her curiosity! Yes, most every toddler is curious about everything. I get it. She is hyper-curious! Trust me. This Little Princess picks up everything. Looks at everything. Wants to take everything apart. Holds on to the weirdest things until she finally puts them down and you retrieve them and hide them. We call her a little wackadoodle about this idiosyncrasy.
  11. Her running! Everywhere. All. Day. Long. Yes. This goes along with her physicalness. Yet, it’s also separate. Because even when she should be exhausted? She runs. One of my sisters can do the BEST impression of Belle running. It’s fast, sort of sideways and full of utter abandon. I LOVE watching Belle—even as we all try to protect her from injuring herself.
  12. The fact that she calls LL’s teachers by their last name. There is not the required “Mrs.” in front of either one of them. Just their last names. Like Belle thinks their last names are actually their first names. They think she is a hoot. I agree!
  13. The fact she’s never afraid to tell someone: “NO.” Whether it’s me trying to get her to eat something she doesn’t intend to eat—“No, Gwammy. No.”—or whether it’s her Mama telling her not to continue to do something she’s doing. She is not afraid to say: “NO.” Yes, her Mama occasionally puts her in Time-Out for this choice. Still…this grandmother must hide her laughter.
  14. Her dancing! And singing! She is cRaZy about the movies Frozen and Sing! Mostly Sing! “Mom Pig, Gwammy? Watch Mom Pig?” She would watch Sing all day. Every day. Every night. 24/7. Yes. Mama TLC and Big Sister LL get weary of starting this movie over. And over. And over. Grammy thinks it’s priceless and they should simply CHILL. Winky. Wink.
  15. “Okay, Gwammy!” When she says “Okay?” Her little shoulders rise and her adorable little voice gets higher and she smiles. It melts my heart.
  16. Her love of people! She is quite interested in knowing all her family members and friends. If you’re lucky? She’ll go to you pretty quick. She’ll let you hold her hand. Yes. This could possibly be a challenge for us all in the future—teaching her to be extremely careful about whom she trusts. We’ll be working on that every day for a long time, I fear. But, for now, as we watch her every second like hawks—it’s nice! Little Leighton was always very skeptical of everyone. She still is shy/reserved/slow to warm up to people. Belle? Completely opposite.
  17. Her love of: Daniel Tiger and Baby Margaret. Peppa Pig. Olaf from Frozen. Full House! If TLC—or Nanny Grammy—needs a few minutes to get a meal together or to get some fast chores done? Put on one of Baby Elle’s favourite TV shows and she’s good for 15-25 minutes!
  18. My MOST FAVOURITE thing about Baby Elle? She’s here! Making our lives full of spunk. Sass. Giggles. JOY! She’s a force to be reckoned with. Already. At two. Watch Out World!

God bless each of Y’all on this Wonderful Sunday—wherever in this World Y’all are!

(Thanks for your patience!)



Tuesday, March 13, 2018

tuesdays with TLC...

So, we're Spring Breakin' this week. Baby Elle and I are actually flying solo (duo?) while Little Leighton is visiting Grammy ELC and Pa-Pa at their Country Casa for a few days. We miss her so much but know she is having a BALL.

While LL has been gone, we've run a few errands, played at the park and been to Target. Twice.

I plan to be back to my regularly scheduled programming next week! We've started discussing our summer vacation this year, and I thought I might give y'all some insight into the challenges we face as a Celiac Family when traveling.

Happy day, everyone!

Friday, March 9, 2018

it's a small world...

TLC WILL BE BACK! Someday. Hopefully next Tuesday. Right, TLC? (Repeat after me, TLC: Yes, Mom. I will post on Tuesday. Cross my heart.)

Meantime? Y’all have moi. Again.

So y’all know we have our place for sale. (It doesn’t matter how many times I type this or talk about it: IT. IS. DEVASTATING. If ONLY I could win the Powerball. I’d hire someone to live in our very cute—just the truth—many people confirm this—Barn Apartment/Guest Cottage to be here every day to keep an eye on it and feed and take care of Hunter the Cat and I’d buy an exquisite lakehouse somewhere near TLC and Her Little Princesses. I’d buy My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) and Buddy Boo Bear (aka BBB) a $300,000 motor home. PLUS, I’d hire someone to drive them anywhere they wanted to go! Then we’d come back to Our Country Casa every 2-3 weeks and take in all of the beauty.

Until I win that Powerball? Our Country Casa is for sale. DAMMITALL.

Speaking of Buddy Boo Bear: As y’all may remember, we adopted him. Eight years ago. His owner’s Mom said he was 4 years old. We think he was actually 5. We hoped he’d be mostly an outdoor dog—coming in when it was super cold or super hot. No such luck. He had his own recliner at his previous owner’s home. After his (HORRID) heartworm treatment (Yes. He had heartworm. It cost us a small fortune to have him treated, but our Vet said he knew he’d be okay because he was a strong dog. He’s been healthy ever since. Well, he has to take thyroid meds. And he’s a bit overweight. And he has acid reflux. Still—he’s 90% healthy! Especially for a dog his age.), we had to put books on our couch and beds so he wouldn’t jump up on them. He stopped. He has been a fixture in our master bedroom ever since. (I listen to MSH and BBB BOTH snore. It’s great! Winky. Wink.)

When we’re about to show our casa and place? We must leave BBB OUTSIDE or in our garage.  While we clean and vacuum. To be honest? He is the reason we must vacuum our home every other day. Truthfully? We could do it morning and night. (We is old. We simply don’t have that kind of energy.) God love and bless him.

When he’s outside? This is what he does. He goes from window. To door. To window. Looking pathetic. Semi-frantic. It is quite sad. Hunter the Cat? Couldn’t be happier when BBB has to stay outside for a couple of hours. Follows him everywhere. Hunter loves BBB. BBB tolerates Hunter.

Yesterday morning, while we were waiting for a local realtor to get to our casa with her prospective buyers, I was checking each room. It hit me. I’ve taken THOUSANDS of pictures in 18 years in and around our casa. But I’d never taken close ups of things I truly love and will desperately miss. My vanity:

It’s not fancy marble. The sink probably should be replaced. I TREASURE my vanity chair and the fact I can sit at my makeup mirror to put on my “face-for-the-world” every day. (TLC has a vanity chair now and can sit to do her makeup! That was a BIG thing for her in her third house since she got married.)

This is what I look at as I do my makeup. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every year. (I’ve changed out the flowers a couple of times. When they’re on sale at Hobby Lobby or Michael’s and when they’re “sticky” from my oodles and gobs of hairspray.) I will desperately miss my bathroom.

This is our fireplace. I do have hundreds of pictures of our fireplace. 99% of said pictures have people in them. (I wouldn’t take $300,000 for those pictures, either. They are full of people I adore.) The mantle? Made from a tree that was on our place when we bought it. Crud. Now I have to stop for a tidbit to wipe away my tears. Sigh.

This pot o’ pansies? They’re right out our front door. MSH potted them for me five months ago. We truly forget to water them. They make me smile. (And remind me of My Nana. She loved pansies!)

The couple that came? Let me just say this: It is a SMALL world. Turned out we know her sister! VERY. WELL. I met her over 40 years ago. IN FACT, I met this woman at a baby shower for her sister! They loved our place. (Y’all would to. It might not be what you needed or wanted. Still…you would love it. Our view would ROCK your WORLD. Trust me on this.)

Who knows if they’ll submit a contract? I don’t. God knows. I don't. MSH and I stay in peace throughout this process. Thy Will Be Done. (Also, our casa stays mostly clean. Which is lovely.)

Y’all have a WONDERFUL Weekend—Wherever in this World Y’all are! (Look around Your World and focus on all of the things that make your heart happy!)



Sunday, March 4, 2018

a very broken world...

From Jesus Today, by Sarah Young:

BE OF GOOD COURAGE, AND I WILL STRENGTHEN your heart. I want you to face adversity with confidence and firm determination. Because I am with you and the Holy Spirit lives in you, you have everything you need to be bold. Cowardliness is not of My Kingdom. When you are feeling overwhelmed by your circumstances, remember who you are—a child of the eternal King! Invite Me into the very circumstances that are intimidating you, and let the Light of My powerful Presence strengthen you. When you choose to live courageously, I am pleased. And I respond by strengthening your heart, thus increasing your valor.

Expect to encounter hardships as you journey toward heaven, because you live in a very broken world. This is why bravery is desperately needed among My followers. You also need hope. My promise to strengthen your heart is for those who hope in Me. Courage and hope are closely connected in My kingdom. So I urge you to hold on to your courage and your hope. They are more precious than gold!

Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart, all you who hope in the LORD.  --Psalm 31:24 NKJV

Christ is faithful as a son over God’s house. And we are his house, if we hold on to our courage and the hope of which we boast.
 --Hebrews 3:6

Sadly, this is such a broken world, isn't it? It is often exceedingly overwhelming. Throw in our own, individual daily problems and challenges? Sometimes—it is simply too much. Too depressing. Discouraging. I needed this today as My Sweet Hubby and I try to focus, this quiet Sunday in North Central Texas, on Our Lord God Almighty and His Son, Jesus Christ. As we focus on our blessings. Our strengths. Our hopes.

God bless and be with each of you today…and always…

Love and Hugs,

Wednesday, February 28, 2018


A week ago yesterday, I drove east to TLC’s casa. I was going to stay two nights.

On Wednesday afternoon, as TLC went to pick up Little Leighton at school, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) called and said he’d just lost electricity. It was cold. Very, VERY COLD. For North Central Texas. At this time of year. The ice storm that had arrived there was not hitting TLC’s area—77.7 miles away. Weird.

When we talked at bedtime, it still wasn’t back on. He was layering many blankets on our bed. I felt tres sorry for him.

The next morning? Nothing. After lunch (this is now Thursday), MSH suggested I stay at TLC’s one more night. (Her Hubby was out of state for job training…so one more night with her and The Sweet Princesses was working out great for both TLC and me! I do NOT like to be cold. Ever. I love being with My Gals. Always.)

Friday morning? Nope. Not back on. I talked MSH into coming to TLC’s for a shower. Lunch. Warmth! He brought Buddy Boo Bear. BBB is quite afraid of thunder and heavy rain. The forecast for the day was calling for the possibility of both.

MSH (and BBB) had a lovely time with Us Four Gals! He headed home at 12:30. I decided to go on, home, too. At 3:00 p.m. Surely, I thought, SURELY it’d be back on by the time I got there. Or at least by Saturday morning. Right? Right?!?!?!?

When I arrived around 5:00? Yikes. No power. Our casa was still HUGELY cold. We went to bed at 7:00. It was dark. Extremely chilly. We had lots of blankets. Many, many lanterns and flashlights. We were fine. I slept almost nine (9!) hours. Unheard of for moi.

Saturday morn: Still. No. Power. Sigh. TLC needed her Dad to make a quick trip to her casa to figure out why Little Leighton’s smoke alarm was chirping. (She had spent over an hour the night before trying to figure out how to make it stop. To no avail.) I stayed with BBB. MSH left about 9:00. Was home by 3:00. TLC was all good to go. (It was only a battery—the ONLY kind of battery TLC did NOT have in their Battery Box on Friday night.)

We were forced to throw away a lot of freezer food. We have a large freezer over at our Barn. Two freezers in two fridges in our home. I sincerely had no idea how much frozen food we had. I’m going to say we lost anywhere between $600 and $800 worth of food. Sickening.

Saturday night? Same routine. In bed at 7:00. Read a fantastic book I neglect because I get drawn into The Insanity of FB/IG/PINTEREST/TWITTER every night. Slept another 8-9 hours!

Sunday morning, I headed back to TLC’s. I needed a shower and to wash my quite yucky hair. I planned to stay two more nights.

MSH called me about 3:00 p.m. to stay he could see linemen and several trucks down the road at one of the neighboring ranches. We all said a prayer. It came back on at 4:00 o’clock p.m.!

We were out 98 hours. Many people in our county were out much longer than we were.

I am not a camper. Never have been. Doubt I ever will be. My Sweet Hubby? The Quintessential Camper Man. Fisherman. Hunter. Outdoorsy Let's-Stay-In-A-Tent Kinda Guy. 98 hours of no electricity? TOUGH STUFF. Major TOUGH on even him.

We learned a lot of things during this experience:


  1. We’re not going to keep as much freezer food from here on out. In fact, we’re not even plugging the Barn freezer back in. I still can’t even allow myself to think about all we pitched. Makes me nauseated.
  2. Social Media? Helpful. Not helpful. Encouraging. DISCOURAGING. (Of course, the only way to charge our cellphones was running our vehicles for 30 minutes or more. A couple of times a day. So we were quite careful as to how long we stayed on them. I mostly checked three different FB pages—one being the electric company’s page.) People are mean. Downright mean. So many were extremely angry at the electric company. MSH and I were, too. To be honest. Seemed like they were completely unprepared for what happened and their hourly Pollyanna spin got old. Fast. BUT the linemen?  Our Heroes. Many came from miles and miles away. From other States! I will give you my unsolicited feelings: You can be angry, exhausted, scared, cold, discouraged, worried, fearful, and…angry. And STILL be completely grateful for every single person trying to get your electricity back on. All of those emotions can be simultaneous. They can. There is simply no need to get vicious. With anyone. About anything. Those that had electricity a few hours after it went off? Even two or three days later? They should have kept their opinions of those of us who were suffering much longer to themselves. Scroll on by. Just do it. And one other thing in terms of cellphones, televisions, iPads, computers: You can and SHOULD go without them occasionally. It'll be good for your heart, soul, mind, body and spirit. This is TRUTH.
  3. I can have a meltdown. Or two. Or three. Periodically. Because I am human. But I am certain I can always, ALWAYS get through even the most challenging situations with prayer. Grace. Patience. Humor. Hope. Faith. And others willing to help me. (In times of trial...give yourself a break and lean on God, Jesus, family and friends for strength.)
It’s certainly not fun to be powerless. As with everything else in our lives—going through new ordeals (illnesses like cancer and heart attacks, illnesses in your children or grandchildren, lost jobs, dreams, etc.) should help us appreciate everyone we love and are blessed to have in our lives. We should never take for granted every convenience we're lucky to possess. In our homes... and elsewhere. Conveniences that provide us with comfort. Safety. Warmth. Peace.

Please take a moment to Thank Our God Almighty for ELECTRICITY. You’ll be glad you did. BELIEVE me.

Tuesdays with TLC? Soon, Friends. Soon. Winky. Wink.



p.s.: I got back home last night. Today I’ve been working on six loads of laundry. I admit it is UTTERLY CrAzY that two old people have this much laundry. Although, most of it is because it’s winter and we wear more clothes. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

beyond our control...

Between illnesses (I've never been so sick of snot in my entire life.), traveling, and wacky weather, we are going to have to temporarily postpone posting. We should be back to our regularly scheduled programming soonish. Next week!

In the meantime, here are some cute pictures to tide y'all over:

Be kind. Say your prayers. Stay safe (and warm and dry if you live in Texas!).


Sunday, February 18, 2018

18--vol 2...

So here, now, is my second post celebrating the number eighteen (18!)—in honor of 2018!

When beginning to decide what I might post—I almost immediately thought of February as being TLC’s birth month. Then my mind wandered to my unconditional love for my one and only, truly TREMENDOUS child/daughter.

For 34 years, I’ve loved these 18 things about TLC (There are actually 1800—but I won’t force y’all to read that many!):


  1. Her heart.
  2. Her soul.
  3. Her mind. (This gal? She is some kind of brainy woman. Seriously SMART.)
  4. Her beauty. Of course I think she’s beautiful. She’s my daughter. A tee-nine-y smidge under My Sweet Husband (aka MSH) as the BEST gift I’ve ever received from My Dear Lord God Almighty. HOWEVER, she IS also beautiful. Pretty. Striking. Lovely. Period. End of Story.)
  5. Her humor! She and MSH make me laugh harder, longer, and louder than anyone else on this Earth.
  6. Speaking of laughter: The way she laughs! It is adorable. Infectious. CrAzY CUTE. (Well, when it’s sincere. When it’s a fake laugh? Yeah…not so much. She fake laughs in response to me way too often for my liking. Toot.)
  7. Her brown eyes. They’re almost as dark as her Dad’s.
  8. Her pretty hands.
  9. Her cooking skills! She is a FABULOUS At-Home Chef. No kidding.
  10. Her memory! This Girl can remember A LOT. (She would tell you she’s not good at remembering anything. At all. Ever. Because she has Two Littles that have filled her head with confusion and exhaustion and nonsense.) Here’s where I always know she’s still got it: When she sings! Yes. It’s mostly Little Leighton’s and Baby Elle’s songs on her phone. For at least about 80% of the time? This singing takes place in her car. While traveling from home to school, errands, church, etc. She knows every word to every song—Disney or Pixar ETC.—that I hear her sing. She can rap with the best of them. She craves all kinds of music. Including My Country and Old-Timey Christian.
  11. TLC’s singing voice! She sings marvelously! I’m sure she’ll laugh at this. She shouldn’t. It’s. The. Gospel.
  12. Her ability to get around the Internet, specifically: Her iPhone. Apps. Google. Blogs. Shopping cites. This Daughter O’ Mine is FAST. Tres SPEEDY. She amazes me and her Dad every day with this talent. I realize most of Y’all that are Millennials—or younger—have this handy talent, too. Trust me: TLC is Lightning McLeighton! I'd sponsor her in a contest.
  13. Her good taste! In home decorating. In fashion. (She literally CRAVES clothes, shoes and purses. Much more than I ever have or did or will do. Not sure where she got that gift/problem! Not from moi.) She does her best to keep these obsessions in check. Her Wish List on Pinterest? I’m bettin’ it’s quite lengthy.
  14. Her kindness. This should NOT be so far down on this list. (If I didn’t have to figure out how to re-number, it would be higher. No. 4.) She is kind. To everyone. (Mostly. Now, don’t get me wrong. If you upset her--particularly about her children? Yikes. Watch out. I’m going to have to feel sorry for you. You could get some of the looks I've gotten over the years. Sheesh.)
  15. Her devotion. To those she loves. It might take her time to trust you. Once she does? You’ll have to go too far in the wrong direction for her to give up on you. This devotion leads me to…
  16. Her ability to move on. Up. FORWARD.
  17. She’s strong. She doesn’t always believe this. She is. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. She is her Mom and Dad’s ROCK. Like every human being? She has moments. Hours. A day or two every now and then when she’s simply worn down trying to do what she must do for her children. Her family. She gets it in perspective much faster than I ever have/do.
  18. Last, yet this should have been FIRST: TLC LOVES her God. And Jesus Christ, her SAVIOR. Her faith is steady. Devout. She treasures her new Church and can never say enough wonderful things about her Bible Study Friends/Sisters!

TLC? A Christian. My daughter. A wife. Mother. Sister. Niece. Cousin. Aunt. Granddaughter. Friend. An Earth Angel. Yes. I am biased. PROUD, but biased. (Won’t apologize, either. Can’t…)

I have loved you from the second I knew you were in me, TLC. To the MOON and back. A bushel and peck. With all of my heart.


Tuesday, February 13, 2018

my band of gypsies--part two...

If y’all have been with us for a while, you might remember my post entitled: My Band of Gypsies. March 15, 2017. (Still can't link. Just go down to March of 2017 and click on this post to read!) There were six of us Friends from College who’d gone to see The One, THE ONLY, Willie! in Belton, Texas, the weekend before. TLC had helped me post a picture of us. Courtesy of the cute young(er) couple sitting in front of us that became My Best Friends.

I can’t remember if I mentioned, in that post, the original “ College Reunion” that had initiated the idea for this trip. Let me quickly rehash:

In July of 2016, My Precious Friend, Lizzie, held said Reunion for eight of us (nine, counting herself) at her casa in Georgetown, Texas. It was beyond memorable. Many of us had not seen each other in years. And YEARS. Yet, there we were, picking up like it’d been only a few months. We’d met over 40 years ago (really about 44!) at Tarleton State University in Stephenville, Texas. Those days and times? Priceless. Hysterical. Heartbreaking. Incredible. VALUABLE. Life-changing.

We promised each other, at Lizzie’s, we were positively, absolutely making this Reunion an annual tradition.

Then Willie happened. Which was really only a few months later and an extra gift of time for the six of us who could work it out and go.

After Willie, we were to meet at Mitchie’s lake house last July. Due to circumstances beyond her control—and, actually, many of us were going to have to decline the get-together—it didn’t take place. So it was rescheduled to this past weekend!

And…drumroll…IT HAPPENED!

Of course, I have no pictures to prove that. (Not one. Not one stinkin’ picture. Pathetic. Simply TERRIBLE.) What is the matter with us? Yes. We is a bit old. Ish. But we ALL have smart phones/iPhones/Androids with fantastic cameras. We’re all checking those phones hourly. We couldn’t remember to take pictures? Sheesh.

As my life would dictate, I couldn’t go for the first night of shenanigans—which was Friday. Dearest Friend, Lottie, had let us all know, earlier in the week, she wasn’t going to be able to join us at all. She’s our Austin Sister and she had unavoidable commitments. (We missed her. Greatly.) M.C. was a Big-Time Go—until her Boss threw some work at her Friday morning that HAD to get done. By Monday. She was QUITE The Angry Woman. We were TREMENDOUSLY sad and disappointed. Jobs and civic duties are important so we had to buck up and promise Lottie and M.C. we’d get together again ASAP. (Someone has made a voodoo doll that looks like M.C.'s Boss. In case we need it in the future.)

I wasn’t really certain I could spend Saturday night. Thought I really needed to head home early that evening. Long-ish story. It’s about 2 ½ hours from our country casa. But because I’m such a smart cookie, I packed my jammies and a toothbrush in my car before I headed East early that morning. Prepared to stay. If possible. OR necessary. Since the Dallas/Ft. Worth Weather Peeps were vague about how bad the weather was going to be—I decided it’d be prudent to be prepared. They talked ice. COLD. Sleet. SUPER COLD. Possibly Saturday night? Sunday morning? (Why don’t we all want to be weather peeps on TV? You never have to be right. And you make pretty dadgum good money. I’m wondering if that job is too late for moi.) No matter what or when—the bad stuff SHOULD be gone by noon on Sunday. They practically promised.

When I got about an hour away from our home, I stopped for petrol (I’m feeling the need to channel my British Nana). Icy sleet started happening. Right there on my windshield. I filled my tank—got into my SUV—and called My Sweet Husband (MSH) as I continued to sit by the gas pump. Here’s exactly what I said:

“Why? WHY IS IT SLEETING NOW? I thought those useless weather experts said it’d be tonight? Early tomorrow morning? WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?”

MSH tried to talk. Tried to answer my questions. I wouldn't/couldn't be interrupted.

“I get to do nothing. NOTHING FOR MYSELF. JUST ME. I’ve looked forward to this weekend for at least nine months. MAYBE TEN. Why is this happening? I’m so afraid to drive in this. What should I do? WHAT SHOULD I DO?”

Then the sleet—miraculously—stopped and MSH replied—in his most patient husband voice:

“Go. Go have fun. You have a bag with you. Stay. Stay until any ice leaves tomorrow. Come back Monday! Just go.”

All I needed. Off I drove. Confident I'd make it and all would be well.

And was it ever FUN. I mean major. MAJOR. If I could type something that would be bigger than MAJOR I would. I don’t know what that would be. General, I guess? It was FIVE-STAR GENERAL FUN.

First, Mitchie’s lake house is on Cedar Creek Lake. Near Dallas. It’s quite the large, impressive lake. As I drove up to her charming home, I felt immediate peace. I’m not kidding. P.E.A.C.E. The drive had been super easy—once the evil sleet stopped. It was interstate a lot of the way for me. Decent highways the rest.

The home she and her husband own is in a great neighborhood. I sent a text that I was there and could I park across the street in a driveway of a home that had a sign that said “For Rent?” Mitchie said yes and then came right outside to greet me. Helped me bring in my contributions of Fiji water, Coke Zeroes and some Valentine “treats” for everyone. Mitchie cooked. Food-Network-worthy meals. Others contributed YUMMO food. Sparky baked for us. Drew brought healthy veggies and fruit. Wine was aplenty. As were various diet drinks. Perfect for a bunch of Oldies-But-Goodies like us.

When I walked in to the house behind Mitchie, the first thing I saw were My Sweet Buddies sitting in her great room. Smiling. Looking happy. Relaxed! Behind them was a wall of glass with the most amazing, serene, exquisite picture of Mitchie’s dock overlooking the expansive, splendid lake! I felt like we were in a movie. Maybe one that no one else was going to ever watch…nevertheless WE were going to watch it. Over and over. And over. In our Senior Citizens' minds.

I had a lot to catch up on. I got all comfy on the couch next to Lizzie. She’d spent the night before but was going to be leaving mid-afternoon. We all laughed. A LOT. We shared. We bitched. We sympathized. We LAUGHED some more. As if we’d been together the weekend before. At this very lovely place. Picking up right where we’d left off.

My Sweet College Sisters—Mitchie, Drew, Sparky, Rosie, P.J., Lizzie (PLUS M.C. and Lottie, too)—can be described, individually, and as a group, like this:

They are smart, wise, FUNNY, silly, cRaZy, clever, worldly, loyal, kind, generous and SWEET. Good people. Each is brimming with physical beauty—and not a one would probably ever let themselves believe that. Or, actually, at this point in their lives, not a one would actually care what anyone thought of them. (Yep. That’s where we happen to be. Not terribly concerned with what you think of us. No offense, though. Truly. Just the way it is.) They’re educators, business women, wives, moms, grandmoms, daughters, sisters, and friends. My Friends. I love them all. More and more every minute we’re lucky enough to be together. And every second we’re apart.

Although I only got about 4 1/2 hours of sleep Saturday night/Sunday morn, it was GOOD sleep. Deep. Nice. I don't get a lot of that kind of sleep every night any more.

 The weather got iffy for all of us Sunday morn. We had lots of coffee,  Sparky’s FANTASTIC banana bread and her delicious sausage balls. Took a few more walks down Memory Lane. Then Mitchie went to church. (To pray for us all. Surely.Winky. Wink.) Sparky and Rosie headed South. P.J. and Drew followed me out of the subdivision and we headed North and West. I’d lose them. Catch up. Lose them, again. (We got stuck three different times on Interstate 20—due to wrecks caused by an ice event that happened a couple of hours before we’d left Mitchie’s house. Twice we ended up side-by-side. That could never, ever happen again. Not in a million years.)

When I got home, I was exhausted. It was THE BEST exhaustion. I slept off and on for hours on our couch. Got in bed at 10:30 and never moved until 6:00 o'clock Monday morn.

Here’s My Wish:

That TLC, Little Leighton and Baby Elle (and each of My College Sisters’ daughters, granddaughters, sisters, nieces, friends) all have Sister Friends that mean as much to them as these girls mean to me. That they get to see their friends much more than we’ve been able to. That their times together fill them with sheer and utter JOY. Family is, of course, so important. But friends? They’re the families we choose for ourselves. Somehow, with God's Grace and great luck, I chose some MAGNIFICENT Sister Friends. I consider myself blessed by God each and every day I live having these dear, incredible women in my life.

(And Thank You, Lord God, for Facebook and Messenger. Texting. Emails. As much as I sometimes despise every one of these, they allow me to keep in contact with these wonderful women. THANK YOU. Again and again.)

Cheers! To Sisters! To Friends! To Sister Friends!

Ciao for Now, Y’all…

p.s.: Tuesdays with TLC will return next week! She's battling illness. Her Princesses are batting illness. It's not a lot of fun at her casa.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

temporary relief and duck joy...

So the offer/deal/negotiations for the purchase of our home didn’t materialize. My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) and I are completely at peace with this. In fact, I’d say we’re actually relieved. For many, MANY reasons. Thy Will Be Done. This is where we are in our faith: It will happen when it’s supposed to happen.

This past weekend was heavenly for us! We picked up Little Leighton (aka LL) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) from TLC at our halfway point—Willow Park—on Friday afternoon. Except for the fact that it stayed SOOO COLD and windy and yucky outside, we had a lovely visit. Both Angels slept great both nights! Both played and played and…PLAYED.

We made our traditional Trip to Town for some frozen (gluten-free!) yogurt on Saturday afternoon. PLUS—we took them to a truly cute boutique to let them pick out birthday gifts for TLC! MSH was a wreck the entire time we were in the shop—as there were lots of breakable “pretties” and Belle was determined to roam free! She didn’t destroy even one itty-bitty thing. I found and showed Little Leighton some sweet necklaces I thought her Mom would adore. One said “brave” on it. (All little letters. We love all little letters.) LL looked at me and said: “Grammy, could I have that?” WTHeck was a Grammy to do? Of course she could have it. I asked a salesgal if there was another one somewhere—after I'd searched through about 20 others. I thought it would be fun if Mom and LL both had the same necklace. Alas, no such luck. LL picked out a pretty pair of earrings instead. (TLC got a good laugh out of the story. Needless to say, she wasn't surprised. Little Leighton craves jewelry. Clothes. Shoes. She is her Mama's daughter.)

When we got back to our country casa, LL spent quite a long time decorating her Mom’s two gift sacks. (Belle had been steered to a yummy candle for her Mama. Mama truly treasures candles.) Sunday afternoon, after Belle woke up from her nap, we made the 45-minute trip to our rendezvous spot. Mom and Dad were together to pick up Our Precious Princesses. We missed them the very second they all headed East. Sigh.

This coming Saturday morn, I head East to see my college friends/sisters! Will spend Saturday night staying up way too late for Senior Citizens and then will come back home Sunday afternoon. In the Summer of 2016, we intended to make this an annual event/Reunion. Unfortunately, we missed 2017. Woo Hoo! 2018 is happening!

I hope each of Y’all have a Wonderful Weekend…Wherever in this World You Are!

Hugs and Smooches!

p.s.: Once again I’d like to reference a post I did years and years ago about ducks on our front tank! See Duck…Duck…on December 17, 2011. (I still don’t know how to link. Sorry. Maybe I’ll learn before I’m 70. It's actually TLC's fault for not taking time to teach me.) For several years since that time, we’ve seen very few ducks. Those few we have seen have not hung around for more than a day or two. And we’ve never had as many show up as we did at that time. BUT we’ve had about ten ducks swimming around several times during the day for at least a week now! LL got to see a few of them. (Belle couldn’t see them from her side of my car. We’d have turned around and tried to fix that for her—but they flew off…Sigh.) The ducks have filled my heart with JOY!

p.p.s.: I’ve been thinking about the birth of TLC for many days. It is tied with my wedding day to MSH as the BEST day of my life. Gotta scoot…now I’m crying…

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Tuesdays with TLC

Hi, again!

Little Leighton was diagnosed with Celiac Disease right as she turned two-years-old. Not only did we receive her diagnosis early, we also received it very quickly. That is typically not the case. Many Celiacs suffer for years. One of the first books we read after her diagnosis was by actress and fellow Celiac, Jennifer Esposito (Mom and I have adored her for years. In case you don't recognize her name, we believe you'll recognize her beautiful face.):

Jennifer's Way: My Journey with Celiac Disease--
What Doctors Don't Tell You and How You Can Learn to Live Again

I've linked to it above, via Amazon. Her book is packed with amazingly relevant information for those struggling with Celiac Disease and those longing for answers to so many unexplained issues and questions. While we couldn't necessarily relate to the YEARS (Truly years and years.) of pain Jennifer experienced, this book offered me HOPE. Hope for LL. Hope for others. Hope for more research. For answers.

LL's early diagnosis? A BLESSING. While I certainly wouldn't have chosen this life for her or our family, I am genuinely grateful for the empathy it's afforded me. If you, or a loved one, has experienced any type of chronic health condition, one that has left you confused and/or frustrated and/or exhausted, you might consider ordering a copy of this book. It could give you some of the answers you've been searching for!

Happy Tuesday, Friends!

Thursday, February 1, 2018

good gifts...

From Prayers with Purpose For Women by Jackie M. Johnson

God Has Good Plans for Me

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

JEREMIAH 29:11-13


Lord, I am glad to know that You have plans for me—because the future is so unclear in my mind. You desire to prosper not to harm me. As the giver of all good gifts, You wrap up hope and a future as my present. I call upon You, Lord, knowing that You always listen. I seek You with all my heart, Lord, and look forward with expectant hope to good things to come.

In Jesus Christ’s name, I pray.



I’ve shared we have our home and place for sale, right? I think I have. Sheesh. If not: Our country casa and place are for sale.

Most of the time I can stay in peace about this reality—believing that My God has a plan for My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) and me. About once a week? I have a small meltdown. Fears. Exhaustion. Confusion. All overwhelm me as we try to figure out what to do with over forty years of accumulated “stuff.” Where are we going to live—in the event our home sells? Because it surely will. Eventually. (At this point, we have a couple who is very much wanting to buy it. If all of their plans work out, we could be moving in May. I type these words with tears stinging my eyes.)

When we bought this exquisite piece of property in early 2000, we never dreamed we’d need to leave/downsize/get old. MSH and I assumed we’d be here literally forever. We didn’t consider so many things. Like the fact that none of our five children intend to come back here. Like the fact that MSH would have two heart attacks in two years and all of the work necessary to keep up almost 34 acres of land, a home and a barn with a 2-bedroom apartment would become truly difficult. Physically. Emotionally.

I’ve been in this area since the Fall of l973—minus eight months. MSH? Since he was 19—minus a year. Y’all—that’s a combination of almost one hundred years. ONE HUNDRED YEARS. (54 for him and 44 for me. That’s 98. Almost ONE HUNDRED YEARS.)

TLC was born in the hospital that’s about 15 miles from our home now. Went all through public school and college in what MSH and I have considered OUR Hometown for a long, long time. She cherishes her life she lived in this sweet, happy country Texas town. Little Leighton and Baby Elle love to come here. Our other five grandchildren have never been as physically (distance-wise in miles) close as our two youngest and, therefore, have never been here with us as much as we’d have loved for them to be. But they’ve also enjoyed our country casa for holidays, celebrations and family visits.

Thankfully, I've taken and printed hundreds and thousands of pictures of our time here in the country. I’ll be looking forward to the days when I can organize them and put them in albums for our children and grandchildren. I’m certain that means many more tears. The only thing we can ever truly count on—besides of the love of God and Christ—is change.

Change is coming to our lives. I don’t know when. I only know it’s inevitable. I’ll try not to be too whiny over the next few weeks and months. Promise.

Hope y’all have a Wonderful Week! Wherever in this World you are…


P.S.: To My TLC—I love Tuesdays with TLC! And if you do a post even 2 out of 4 Tuesdays each month? It’ll be a small miracle. Teeheehee. I love you, Daughter O’ Mine!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Tuesdays with TLC

It's time for the second installment of (drumroll, please):


Rather than share a few Celiac facts with y'all, this week I wanted to share a favourite recipe. I have been making these biscuits for about two years now. They couldn't be easier (Well, "popping" open a can of biscuits is easier, but they don't currently make a gluten-free variety.) and are always met with rave reviews from my family. This recipe was originally from a (coincidentally!) mother-daughter blog called Hello Gluten Free. Unfortunately, they've retired from blogging but luckily have left their site up. I've made a few very minor adjustments from their recipe to simply suit my baking style a bit more.

Yummy (and flakey!) GF Biscuits

Yields: About a dozen, give or take!


2 cups GF flour (I prefer Cup4Cup)
1 T. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1 T. sugar
1/3 cup butter
1 cup milk (I typically use Lactaid 2%)


1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

2. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. Cut in the butter (Make sure it's cold!) until the mixture resembles coarse meal. (My arms generally get tired at this point.) Gradually stir in the milk. The dough will be fairly wet and sticky. Don't be alarmed!

3. Turn the dough onto a (GF!) floured surface. Sprinkle additional (GF!) flour on top, to make it easier to handle. Knead the dough. I probably do it about 15ish times. (This creates those flakey layers!) You may need to add more flour throughout the kneading process.

4. Roll out dough to about 1/2 inch thick. (I'm not super precise.) Cut biscuits out with a larger cutter and place on baking sheet (I always use parchment paper on my baking sheets).

5. Bake for 10-13 minutes. (My oven runs hot. Make sure you're keeping a close eye on them.) until the tops and bottoms are a light golden brown.

6. Brush the tops with melted butter. Bon appetite!

I hope y'all will try this recipe. Gluten-free food is DELICIOUS. Pinky promise. And saves my sweet Little Leighton's life. Truly.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Tuesdays with TLC

Hi, Friends!

Happy Tuesday!

So, our weekend didn't quite go as planned. Sweet Little Leighton was sick, sick, sick on Saturday night. I still today cannot decide what exactly happened. I honestly believe it has something to do with her Celiac Disease. My "Mom Gut" is telling me it wasn't just a tummy bug. We are so diligent about everything she consumes or even comes in contact with, so, as you can imagine, this has caused me quite a bit of anxiety. Celiac Disease is such a misunderstood and misdiagnosed disease. I have prayed and prayed about what I can do to help advocate and educate. I'm still trying to figure out specifically what that means, but I believe that I can find something to do to help promote awareness, specifically within the schools. It's hard enough as it is to just be a kid, but to be a kid with any kind of difference is extra tough. I want LL to know I will always be her biggest cheerleader!

Y'all. I could go on and on about this. And I might. In fact, I might start a new series here today! Tuesdays with TLC! Within this series, I will share something about Celiac Disease. Today, I'll start by sharing a few "fast facts" from Beyond Celiac (an amazing organization promoting awareness, advocacy and ACTION).

But, first, what exactly is Celiac Disease? Celiac Disease is a serious, genetic autoimmune disease. It is the only autoimmune disease with a known trigger: gluten. Gluten is the protein found in wheat, rye and barley. When a person with Celiac eats gluten, the protein interferes with the absorption of nutrients from food by damaging a part of the small intestine called villi. Damaged villi make it virtually impossible for the body to absorb nutrients into the bloodstream, leading to malnourishment and a host of other problems including some cancers, thyroid disease, osteoporosis, infertility and the onset of other autoimmune diseases.

Did you know...?

1 in 133 people in the United States have Celiac Disease. That's approximately 3 million people.

83% of the people with Celiac Disease are undiagnosed.

A 100% gluten-free diet is the ONLY existing treatment for Celiac Disease today. There are no pharmaceutical treatments or cures.

I know before LL's diagnosis, I knew very, very little about Celiac Disease. It is now my mission to help people understand. We are never looking for pity. This is simply our life. LL's diagnosis, especially at the very young age of two, has been a blessing. I genuinely believe that, and I try every day to help LL feel that way, too.

Stay tuned for the next installment, y'all! And, in the meantime, here is a picture of My Sweet Girls.

Who doesn't love a "tea and pancake party?"

Have a delightful day!

Thursday, January 18, 2018


So I had a FUN idea for TLC and me to do this 2018 year! (Well, I think it’ll be fun. She was mostly enthusiastic when I approached her about it…)

On the 18th of each month, beginning today, we’ll do a LIST! Y’all know how much TLC loves her Lists. I’m not as “listy” as she is—but I don’t mind them. I explained to her that we must, MUST, MUST make sure we do this post on the 18th. Not the 19th. Not the 20th. Not the 28th. THE EIGHTEENTH. PERIOD. I’m doing the first one. She’ll do February. (The Best Laid Plans of ELC…SIGH…)

Preface: It is COLD IN TEXAS. Yes, we Texans understand it is COLD all over America. But we mostly do not do well with frigid, scary weather that also contains wind, sleet, snow and, of course, the HUGELY FRIGHTENING ICE.
Also, let me explain to Y’all my preferences—in terms of vacations. Mostly My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) and I prefer the mountains. Colorado. New Mexico. Wyoming. South Dakota. Montana. Even the beautiful mountains of Arkansas! I’m not exactly a beachy-type person. Something about sand getting literally everywhere.
HOWEVER, I have been to many SPECTACULAR Beach Places in my almost 64 years on this Earth. Therefore, on this January 18, 2018, I want to share with Y’all where I wish I was right this second—as opposed to where I am right this second (which is in my casa hiding from the UNBELIEVABLY cold air outside our door…SHIVER/SHIVER and YUCK):

Beaches I’ve visited and would travel to tonight—or tomorrow—at the latest:
1. Maui. My number place to Beach It. MSH and I have been lucky enough to have visited Maui four times in our almost 40 years of marriage. Each time we’ve been? We don’t want to come home. If we won a lottery? And I could fly? (Which, I can’t, because of the 100% deafness in my left ear but this is a “Let’s Pretend” thing…) I’d buy a beautiful home right on some exquisite beach in Maui. I’d go there in November and stay until April. Then I’d go back in July and stay until the end of September. Basically I guess I’m saying I’d live there about nine out of twelve months. Yes. Yes, I do think I would.
2. Destin/Seaside, Florida. We’ve only visited Destin/ Seaside once. For our 25th wedding anniversary. With TLC and a friend. We ALL fell in love with the entire area and honestly cannot believe we’ve not been able to go back. It’s truly one of my goals before I don’t know who I am (Due to aging…preferably not to anything else…).
3. St. John’s. TLC twisted my arm into going with her to St. Thomas about 11-ish years ago. It really was a great trip! (I was quite worried about traveling through the Bermuda Triangle. I decided, however, that if our plane disappeared forever? I’d be with my most favourite person on this Earth. And we’d miss MSH.) We took a boat to St. John’s for a few hours and knew, immediately, it the island we should have booked. STILL…St. Thomas was also lovely and we’ll always cherish this trip.
4. Carmel, California. The one time we’ve been (TLC was with us and was about 5 years old.) it was in October and, actually, quite nippy. In fact, we left Texas wearing and packing lots of shorts and went straight from the San Francisco airport to a department store to buy coats. Lordy. Anyway—we loved Carmel. Everything about it. I’d love to be there now. If it’s warm.
5. Anywhere around these charming Texas Beach Towns: Corpus Christi, Port Aransas and, most especially, Rockport. (BTW—I’m actually counting these are three separate places in my 18 because each is worthy of it’s very own visit!) Rockport had considerable damage done to it when the horrific hurricane hit that part of Texas—Houston, etc.—in August. But we’ve heard it’s coming back STRONG. The beaches are not as pretty as some in other states—but they are nice and these towns are full of charm. It’s actually probably too cold down there right now. I still want them to be a part of this 18!
6. Puerto Vallarta. I went there with one of my sisters and two of my best friends from college when TLC was five months old. MSH encouraged us to go. Even helped plan our trip and then cared for TLC. I was the size of a small whale and I missed TLC (and MSH…of course…) terribly. PV (as anyone who is ANYONE calls it) was extremely charming. We had laughs that went on forever. I think we believed we’d make it back someday. Never have.
7. Cozumel. We visited Cozumel with TLC and a friend to celebrate her graduation from high school. It rained the majority of the time we were there. But the resort was beautiful and I always thought I’d get back to see it in the sun!
8. Myrtle Beach. MSH and I went there with three other couples several years ago—before I went deaf in my left ear—and had a wonderful long weekend! The guys played golf for a couple of days and the gals shopped and shopped. Until we dropped. I’m determined to go back. (It may be cold there now. So my next visit would have to wait until Spring or Early Summer, I suppose. Darn.)
9. Amelia Island. Another town in Florida that I’ve visited three times and have loved. Fernandina Beach—in particular—is fabulous! (I do believe I remember it had hurricane damage and it may also be a bit cold at this time.) In my mind? I’m there. Feeling the warmth of the sun and the kindness of the people who live and work there!

Beaches I want to visit—now. Tonight:
I’ve never been to any of these and, honestly, I have a realistic fear I’ll not be able to go to most of them—as I’d more than likely have to fly. (I’m not too keen on a cruise ship or any other kind of boat  to reach some of these destinations. Sniffy. Sniff. I can dream…):
1. Cabo San Lucas. MSH has been twice. He really enjoyed it both times. I’ve had many friends that have been. I may have missed any opportunity I had. I’ll bet it’s warm there right now.
2. Any beach in Australia.
3. Any beach in New Zealand. (And I’m thinkin’ any boat trip from the California Coast to either Australia or New Zealand could take me weeks. Maybe months. Darn.)
4. The South of France. Specifically Monte Carlo. (That is in the South of France, right? TLC and MSH can testify that I am the worst person you’ll ever meet when it comes to geography.)
5. The newest island that has become a tourist’s dream in Hawaii. But I can’t remember the name.

(Now for three places I actually can get to by car/truck/train and do want to visit—tomorrow):
6. Gulf Shores, Mississippi. I’ve got a beaucoup of friends who have been there and absolutely love it. It’d take MSH and me less than an easy day of driving to get there. He’s still recovering from the flu. Tomorrow might be out of the question. And I’d have to check to see if it’s cold there, too, right now.
7. Okracoke, North Carolina. My brother and his family, when they lived near Atlanta, used to go there every summer. Adored it. I’ve always been fascinated by the name. Is it not seriously marvelous?
8. Nantucket. I have no doubt it is truly the fairytale land their Chamber of Commerce alleges it is. I believe them. Totally.
9. And while I’m up there? Martha’s Vineyard. MSH and I were very, very close to Martha’s Vineyard a few years back when we drove to Rhode Island. From Texas. Yes. Interesting trip. Sadly, we couldn’t find a day to visit the Vineyard. I’m ready now. Or maybe I should say I'll be ready in April. Or May?

Because I’m once again thinking 8 and 9 are too cold for me tomorrow. I WANT WARMTH. I NEED WARMTH. Trust me, when it’s 120 degrees in the shade in Texas in August? I will NOT be wishing it was cold like it’s been these past horrid weeks. Nope. That won’t be happening. Will I be complaining? Of course. It’s what we Texans do in August. (Actually, we start in July and sometimes June.) None of us will want to go back to this hideous time of unrelenting winter horror.

The First 18! In the books! Woo Hoo!
Have a FANTASTIC Friday, Friends…wherever in this World Y’all are! (If you’re at one of the above beaches and it’s warm and amazing? Well, count yourself blessed.)
Hugs and No Smooches (It’s too cold for smooches…)