temporarily out of order...

We’re sick. Me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH). Mostly MSH. He’s much worse than I am. At this point. 102-degree fever last night. I always worry about pneumonia—with his heart condition. (We’ve both had our flu and pneumonia vaccines. But we may have done the flu shots too early. There’s always a danger in the timing.)

I’m taking him to our family doctor after lunch today. (Soonest we could get in.) In the meantime, I have to hope that I don’t get as ill as he currently is. I don’t think Buddy Boo Bear (our dog) or Hunter (our cat) are capable of being our nurses. Sigh.

Y’all stay well! Have a WONDERFUL week. Will be back in touch ASAP…

Smooches.

p.s.: Hope Y'all are reading our "Labels" at the bottom of our posts. No. TLC still doesn't do them. And hers are always, ALWAYS the best. Makes me sad. Hint. Hint, TLC. You can't see them on your iPhones/cells, I don't think. Have to look at our blog web version. Winky. Wink.

lots o'...

...excuses as to why I can't seem to type any coherent sentences lately.

Number One:

Obviously. But aren't they just so darn smoochable?

Then:

Two weekends ago, ELC and My Sweet Dad graciously offered to board Buddy Boo Bear and come "babysit" Little Leighton (LL), Baby Elle and Henry. God bless them! My Hubby and I wanted to see a concert at WinStar Casino in Oklahoma on a Friday night. We were going to spend the night and have all day Saturday to do as we pleased! It was going to be my first night away in MONTHS--long before Baby Elle's arrival. Of course:  Murphy's Law. I get SICK. It started with a scratchy throat the Sunday before. Mid-week, I thought I had turned the corner and was on the mend. Then I woke up Friday feeling just miserable. At this point, I didn't want to cancel. I stuffed my purse full of cough drops, Tylenol and Ibuprofen and powered through. Despite my general malaise, the concert was AWESOME. (Gary Clark, Jr. Blues-y. Rock-y. Country-y. From Austin!) I even won $100 at the slots that night, too! (My Hubby won $1 playing blackjack. LOL!) I hoped to wake up the next morning feeling magically healed, but I think the hours of second-hand smoke made it so. much. worse. We cut our day super short and came home Saturday afternoon. I ended up at the local CareNow clinic first thing Sunday morn and quickly had a prescription. UGH. I clearly should have gone to the doctor before the trip. C'est la vie. Lesson learned.

Finally:

It's been too dadgum hot in Texas! Maybe that's not an excuse. At least a good one. However, it's making me very bitter. It's October. I want scarves around my neck, boots on my feet and soup in my Crock-Pot. Last weekend, we took LL to a little pumpkin patch, and I was sweating. That is simply WRONG. A cold-front blew through yesterday and things have cooled down significantly! In fact, we should be in the 40s tomorrow morning. Hallelujah.

I hope all of you sweet, sweet readers have a wonderful weekend! I will try much harder to come back SOON.

TTFN.

Hope...Wavering Faith...A Minor Miracle!

I refer Y’all to two previous posts:

The Hope Tree—February 9, 2106

Update…to an Update—April 20, 2016

Today's post is about My Sweet Husband’s (MSH) and my “experiment.” (It’s easier to explain if you’ll read these two posts for background.)

But here is A Quick Summary: We planted a “pod” we found at a grocery store in McKinney last Christmas. Had it in a cup. Moved it a couple of times around our house. It came up when we’d almost given up.

A couple of months later, after transplanting it into a bigger pot, MSH planted it outside. It was looking bad/sicky—we had no idea what else to do.

About six weeks ago, I asked him about Our Hope Tree. (He'd placed it a bit down our “hill”. Not too convenient for me to observe and monitor. All summer long I rarely had shoes and socks on outside—just sandals. I’d refuse to venture through the grass to check on it—as I was afraid of getting chigger bites. They love me and Little Leighton. Sigh.)

He gently broke the news to me: I'm sorry. It’s gone. It didn’t make it.

I'm not going to lie. I was extremely sad. I have to admit—I got a few tears in my eyes. I truly wanted it to make it. I believed it would make a statement to me and MSH: Everything is good. The challenges and changes you face? You’ll make it through all of them. This little tree will be your sign.

He comforted me with a hug and said: Hey, we tried. We had no experience with growing a tree. We’ll try again—sometime.

We moved on.

THEN…drumroll...SUNDAY HAPPENED! I got home that afternoon from an overnight trip East to TLC’s and was chatting/catching up with MSH. It hit him he’d forgotten to tell me the news. The tree is hanging in! He went to take a picture to show me. Here it is!

My heart is SOOOOOOOO HAPPY! I cannot even tell Y’all how excited I was. Am! We shouldn’t ever give up hope for things we really, really, REALLY want to happen! Never. Right?

Have a Wonderful Week, Sweet Friends! Be hopeful. Be faithful. Be patient.

BELIEVE.

two thumbs (and eyes) up...

My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I are actually going out on a dinner date in a bit. Yippee, Fri-Yay! We haven’t had an evening out in many, many weeks. I realize there are some peeps who think every day is a vacation for us—since we’re retired. That’s simply not accurate. We are busy BUSY 17/7. At least six days a week. Doing what? Well, I'm not sure I can account for every second of every day. By 5:00 o'lock p.m.? We're pooped. We still get excited about simple things like lunch out. A new dinner spot. A night or two away. Even if it's close by.

I’m not going to fib: We do love our Friday nights (And Saturday. Sunday. Monday through Thursday.) at our country casa. On the couch. Watching TV we’ve recorded (Blacklist. Designated Survivor.) Neither of us does great with commercials. No patience. If we can’t locate a show that we both want to watch together? MSH heads to our bedroom and we watch our preferred picks alone. (Don’t feel sorry for us. Truly. Don’t!)

Occasionally we do watch live TV. If we must. There are actually some quite good ads (Witty. Thoughtful. Touching.). Also some quite horrid ones. YUCK.

Tonight, we’re going rogue. Getting adventurous. We’re sampling a new restaurant in Granbury. On The Square. Yes. True: It’s going to be an early din-din. We’ll be home by 9:00. At the latest. No apologies coming from moi. We are who/what we are: Oldish. Proud Senior Citizens! (Winky. Wink.)

Thinking about changing out of my camo pants and 15-year-old t-shirt into something semi-nice-ish, and freshening my makeup (I’ve been up since 5:30.), reminds me of the new mascara I purchased a few weeks ago for myself and TLC. Y’all KNOW I had to try it. Look at the case? Animal print. Duh. No way I could pass this up. (You must admit I’ve done pretty dadgum good this year—so far—with my determination to cut back on mascara purchases.)

I haven’t used this yet—(I’d just opened my favourite mascara a few days before I purchased this.)—but TLC has experimented with it and she LIKES IT! A lot. A LOT. TWO THUMBS UP.

There’s her recommendation. For what it’s worth!

Here’s hoping each of you has a WONDERFUL Weekend—wherever in the World you are! Go somewhere new! Try something new! Do something different! BE SAFE. Be healthy. BE HAPPY!

Smooches and Hugs, Silly Friends…