Snowy Garden

Down the icy path to check on my friends.

She doesn’t look too phased by the icy temps.

St. Francis seems to holding up ok, hiding behind the frozen brown firecracker fern, and still green for now fox tail fern.

The sleepy bunny slumbers away, unfazed by the whole quarfuffle.

Twice in as many months we’ve had a little winter white on the ground.

It will soon warm up, and it will all be gone.

2018

It’s just a few days away, but I feel like it’s already here.

2017 went by in a blur, these last few days don’t seem to make much difference.

In 2017 I drove through hail into a rainbow, and visited Greta Garbo’s House in La Quinta, CA.  That was an epic way to start the year.

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I reconnected with old friends.

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Started a yoga routine, and TRX.  I learned to do a head stand.

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My city went through a lot!

 

I got to travel a bit Florida to California:

 

We took care of the bees.

 

 

I changed my hair, and got another year older.

It was quite a 2017 for me.  I’m really looking forward to 2018.

How did 2017 treat you?  What do you look forward to in 2018?

Christmas–y

Nothing says Christmas like snow.  Just ask Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye!

Being on the Gulf Coast, we don’t get the whole 4 season thing the rest of the country gets.  We have two, Hot and a little warm and rainy.  Houston is green 10 months out of the year.  Shoot, we were still mowing last Monday. How can you get into the Christmas season with the smell of fresh mown grass?

Every now and again we get some winter precipitation.  On Friday  I woke up at 3 am, and was shocked to see snow!  It was a little chilly earlier in the day, mid 40’s and a little cloudy, but no one thought it would really snow!


It was quiet, and still.  It was fluffy and white.  It made me so happy. 


It didn’t last, but we had some fun.


After the snow, I was ready to buckle down and get into some Christmas decorating and baking.  I even went to a cookie exchange. 
We’ve had an interesting year here in Houston.

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?

 

Springtime on the Guadelupe River

They don’t say “Gwa-deh-loo-pay” where I’m from.

They say “Gwa-deh-loop”, I can’t tell you why they actually lost a syllable on that word.  Texans are notorious for adding syllables to words with their drawls. 

However you say it, it’s a beautiful little river in S. Texas. 


It’s starting to hit the 90 degree mark, and we need some rain.

But such a beautiful day to be out, and enjoying the peaceful water.

One of those days


Cause on a Thursday, I’m wearing my tiara, drinking wine, And I’m really craving a cooking and some love.  The evening is still young. Got a cookie?
How is your Thursday wrapping up?

Gotta cook

I don’t like this Springing Forward silliness. 

So how shall I console myself?  I will cook. 

After a rainy Sunday of tax return preparation, rain, laundry, and Springing Forward…..I’m cooking. 

Steak, a really nice ribeye. 


Mushrooms in red wine reduction with lots of Garlic. 


I have a salad ready to chop and serve. 

But. I might need a little sweet. So I made cupcakes with Salted Carmel butter cream frosting. 


Wendy officially has too much time on her hands to get this much done on a Sunday when we lose an hour. 

Passionate Kisses–The Question in the Kiss

Maybe I am being nostalgic.  My 23rd wedding anniversary is on the horizon.  But my husband and I have been together for little over 25 years now.

I want to make it to our 50th anniversary, and I want to have one of those happy marriages.  Not a story book marriage, or a fairy tale.  But one of those real, talk to each other, fight, make up, laugh, knowing looks, make it better marriages.

So I thought I would start at the beginning. And get nostalgic over a kiss.  Maybe rekindle the fire a little bit and celebrate our togetherness.

What is better than the first kiss?  The culmination of curious attraction is the question of the kiss.

The kiss asks, “are you for me?  Are you compatible?  Are you what you say you are?  Are you who I think you are?”

In growing older together, he and I have been through quite a bit.

Recently, I got new glasses.  I was surprised when I looked in the mirror at how much I’ve aged in the last year.  I kept looking at my face and asking myself, “where the hell did that come from?”

Regardless of the age marching across my face, I’m looking forward to some passionate kisses, and growing older with my man.  We will just have to take our glasses off, and enjoy our cloudy view and precious memories.


Enjoy some Mary Chapin Carpenter Passionate Kisses.

Bitter sweet–Watching the Karma train roll by

It is a humbling, bitter sweet moment when you see the person who caused so much trauma, stress, and ultimately my 18 month unemployment get the boot, in an extraordinary fashion.

In a “reverse take over” my former employer took over a competitor, and kept all the competitor’s employees.  They let go of everyone that got them started, including my former boss, and the boss before her who had just joined the group.  I got to see two very selfish, difficult, and self serving people get used and cast aside in an atrocious fashion.

I thought I would be happy to witness their set down.  I’m not.  I’m not happy to see anyone get treated badly, regardless of their behavior.  Bad things happen to good and bad people.  I can honestly say, it is difficult to watch.

Knowing that I got set down, but didn’t deserve it, it is just a very humbling moment. 

A cautionary tail.  Be careful of wanting to see another’s failure.  It isn’t what you think it will be.
Today, I’m grateful for my new job, for open eyes, and a better understanding that Justice is the Lords, but I don’t need to see it.

A strange Thursday, appreciating who I am

I am all people. 

I am rich,

I am poor,

I am strong,

I am creative,

I am funny, well I crack myself up.

I am indifferent,

I care,

But I don’t care, if you are a stupid taker….you are on your own.

Show me who you are, 

I will let you see part of me.

Try to control me,

You will reap my wrath.

Work with me,

You will see how generous, and hard working I am.

I am a paradox.  

I am open, like a book that most won’t read.

I am selective, and if I like you, you have a loyal friend, even if you don’t want me.

INTJ: You are the coldest shard of ice, but also the hottest flash of lightning. You are the softest velvet in a rose petal, and also the sharpest thorns underneath. You’re the terrifying depth to the ocean, and yet you are also the sun twinkling on the waves. You may be the sultriest summer day, but often you choose to be the quiet coldness of a winter morning. You are the calmest logic and also the roil of blood boiling under your skin. Of all these things, INTJ, you are a Paradox.