A sweet surprise

My dear husband, God love him, sees a cardiologist on a regular basis.  I love his Doctor.  He is a chop-buster, and will yell at my husband if things don’t look good.  But that’s what my husband wanted in a Cardiologist, someone who would hold him accountable. 

So this week, my husband is in for his check up.  In check up chat, Dr. J asks my husband how long my husband and I have been married.  Somehow in the comments following the question, Dr. J sent a prescription home with me in mind. That must have been some chop-busting chat!


He’s not just a Heart Doctor, he’s a Love Doctor😍😘❤️❤️❤️.

He can hold my man’s feet to the fire any time he wants. 

The fun part was, my man was all for it.  We had a good laugh, and made some plans to go on a date. 

Fitness goals, minor victories

It’s been 5 months since I started a regular exercise routine. 

Nothing big to report.  No miracle transformation, but there have been small milestones that I’m so happy to have reached. 

1.  There was the headstand. 

2. The 1 minute plank.

3.  The strength moves in the headstand.

4.  Coming to really enjoy my work outs.  My change in attitude astounds me.

5.  Touching my toes!


This might seem like the smallest of markers, but in all actuality….it’s huge for me.

Growing up taking dance lessons, being on the dance team (drill team) in high school, doing aerobics, maintaining my flexibility and splits now into my 50’s….why would touching my toes be such a big deal?

With all that flexibility, there was a tightness in my back that limited my range of motion in the forward fold.  With Yoga, I’ve now stretched and strengthened to the point where I can fold, and touch my toes.  It was a happy day.  A little milestone that had always eluded me, but now, it is mine.  Hello toes.

A happy Monday reaching a long overdue milestone.

When yoga makes you cry

This is the beginning of a journey, and I bit off more than I could chew.  Are you still beginning 4 months in?  How long did it take Louis and Clark to get to the Pacific?  Dang it, I’m going to cry again. 

As strong as I’ve gotten since March, I wasn’t prepared for today’s class, a hot class 96 degrees and far more advanced than I.  I’ve always been strong, until I wasn’t. This is a very long journey back. 

Needless to say, I was shaken, exhausted, and ready to barf at the end of the hour.  

Crow?  No….not yet.  No Chataranga yet.  No Ashtaranga yet.  No, I’m not into my wheel yet.  You want me to grab my big toe, and do a one arm one leg side plank?……Ok.  I actually did that move, now I will just get into my child pose, and catch my breath.  After 20 Vinyasa ( the rest portion of the class –which is plank, to up dog, to down dog in a fluid movement), planks held , 3 legged dogs to plank, runner’s pose, wild things, side planks, chair twists, tree on blocks, dancer’s pose on blocks, and whatever else turned me into a pile of weeping mush.

Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.  If I can move tomorrow, I will try again.

Yoga made me cry……yoga is not for sissies.  Expletive here#%\\€£¥!!!

A Journey begins

Letting go of weight, focusing on strength, and being just who I am.

Transforming myself from the inside out.  Getting stronger by the minute. 


Daily practice, includes inversions.  The headstand is the beginning.  Adding the strength moves.  Then, letting go of the wheel.  Next the Forearm Stand.

This will be my 2nd month of regular 3x a week practice.  Strength and Flexibility are the goals. 

Pie, And a frosted mug of Milk

Royers Cafe, Round Top, TX

One of those places that have been around forever, and has never changed.

Pie, first and foremost.

Atmosphere. 15 tables, and all the pie memorabilia you can handle.

Menu.  Un-freaking-believable

Music.  Roy Orbison, 50-60’s Swing, Rock, and beach music.

Friendly service. 


Apple, Blueberries with lemon cream cheese filling, cherry, Wild Berry Smash, peach, pecan, chocolate caramel crunch, the list was endless!


Your own personal Sin-a-mon bun on the side.


The Menu, humor, and indication of the fun ready to be had.

Shrimp stuffed quail, rack of lamb, this is quite a Tony menu for a town of 133 population.

You don’t “get no sides, you get pasta” sort of place.  And there is “no buckshot” in the quail….which would be disturbing if they used buckshot to bag the quail.  Birdshot anyone?  

So if you want something that Oinks and Chirps, or Some Stuff that Swims, OR Pie, this was an outstanding lunch stop.  I had to have a glass of milk with my cherry pie.  They served it in a frosty mug along side of my warm cherry pie.  I was pretty much worthless for the next hour….pie hangover. 

We weren’t even out to have a fun lunch, we were out on exploratory, canvassing sales calls!  We stopped in on a happy chance, and it was better than I remembered.  The best news was, the only bank in town received us well, and we were able to get an appointment to have a formal meeting in August, and have a chance for more yummy goodness.

I’m ready for my next road trip. 😊

Great quote


If you aren’t taking care of yourself, who is?

Being busy isn’t a badge of honor.  Being too busy to develop your own gifts, talents, skill, or even your own peace doesn’t help anyone, and harms you.

What have you done to take care of yourself this week?

A thought

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I sat and thought about this question.

It was a little difficult for me to wrap my mind around.  I like to think that practicing the elimination of the word ‘fear’ or ‘afraid’ from my vocabulary, or thoughts would just make it go away.  I’m definitely better at not using the words, but the feelings sometimes remain.

If I wasn’t ‘afraid’ or afraid of being foolish, I would spend more money, and travel more.

I would build the house on on the property we bought, instead of just planning and piddling on it.

What would you do?

 

Stories behind the black eye!

I woke up extra tired today.

It didn’t seem like I could get going.

So I took my shower, and what did I see in the mirror when I got out?

A black eye!  Well a nasty black spot under my right eye.  The make up just can’t cover it up.

What the heck?  What an odd little patch?  I think the make-up makes it look worse.

The only thing I can think of that might have caused the odd discoloration would be practicing my headstands.

I got a new Yoga Wheel, and yesterday I showed off some of my headstand skill to my husband.  Let me tell you, he was impressed.

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Truly, he thought it was cool.

I must have busted a blood vessel, and ta-da, a little black eye.

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I need an awesome story to go along with it……it’s such a little patch.  Maybe I got hit in the eye with a sparkler?  Fight with a Fairy Princess with a tiny little fist?  Poked myself in the face with a pencil?

I almost hope it gets a little bigger, so I can come up with a better story.