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.

Strength against Gravity

Heading home Sunday night, I saw a beautiful, brilliant red sunset……then I turned and saw the Super Moon coming up.

I was so thankful we were coming home on the back roads.  Through Schulenberg, (Home of the Painted Churches.  The few Frescos in Texas),  La Grange…yes, that La Grange where China Grove fans love, Fayetteville (home of the tiny painted houses), Bellville (Some of the best German Meat Markets and bakeries), and finally through Waller County and onward home.  I could never find the nerve to buy any property in Waller county.  Something about the name, I guess.

So here’s the first glimpse I had of the Super Moon.

I find myself in deep quandary again.

Something about my recent job that has thrown my balance off, and now I’m readjusting, or just maybe reacting to the Super Moon.  It’s supposed to be in Taurus, so whatever that might mean.

I’m not a moon worshiper by any stretch of the imagination.  My Logical brain says to me that any created object that can influence millions of gallons of water on our planet has to have an affect on the body.

This moon, has me grumpy, tired, ready to howl or just gore someone with my May baby horns.  Or super Menopausal PMS, or something.  This is not a good moon for me.  In light of that I will turn to the One who is good for me, pray, and breathe, and hope all will be well.  Maybe the fact that the last time the Moon was almost this close I lost a baby has me nostalgic.  That was February of 1993.  My OB told me he had a record number of miscarriages that month.  This moon is closer.  So my prayer is for strength against gravity.

Wherever you are, this moon is an event.  Something that hasn’t happened in 68 years.  But it is just a moon, whatever that might mean to you.

So if you find yourself grumpy, or ready to howl, breathe in some peace.  This moon will pass.  It’s part of nature that ebbs and flows like the tide.  So if you will have some patience, everything will return to normal.  Don’t get drawn out of your peace by something temporary.

Cheers to a great week

It’s Friday again.  I blink and my week has gone.

So I thought I would take a few minutes and be grateful.

I’m grateful the election is over.

I’m grateful that the common ‘talking point’ on Wednesday from Clinton and Obama was a “Peaceful transition of Power”.  I don’t think I could take more of the contention, lies, and outright BS of the political process.

I’m grateful that after all the miles driven in the last 10 days, I could indulge in a massage. I hadn’t seen my massage therapist in a year.  We hugged and laughed and caught up.  She’s such a lovely person.

I’m grateful that I got an opportunity to actually cook dinner for my family last night, and we could sit down and chat.

I’m so grateful for our Veterans.  Thank you all for your service, and the sacrifice that your families make to keep our nation safe.

Thank you Hillsdale College for putting this together.  Thanks for all your great free classes on the US Constitution too!  I bet your students don’t need therapy dogs, grief counselors, or play dough this week to help them get through the election results.


80’s flash back

Going to college

Waiting tables

Hating the Sorority

Bad Perms

Big Hair

Breaking out

Dancing till dawn

The Bangles

Glenn Frye

Huey Lewis


Flock of Seagulls

The Police

Men at Work

Back to the Future

Top Gun

Crocodile Dundee

Flash Dance

No cell phones

No internet

No Pagers

Writing long letters

Taking long road trips

Grainy out of focus photos

Shoulder pads

Neon everything

The Glory Days

Just a wink and a smile.

More change

It isn’t like I thought would be all roses.  But I didn’t think I’d lose them all.

I lost them all.

The last one met me yesterday to let me know they were going on without me…for the best for them.  They would be perpetually going on without me.

So, after they all bailed on me for our trip to the Dallas Arboretum.  Our original trip was for 10/15.  One by one. They all had a really lame excuse.  I continued to reach out.  To stay connected the last couple weeks.  I finally got a response.

The messenger was nervous.  Her hands shook.  They were moving on without me to the place I introduced them.  They are going next week, mid week, without me…to my place the Dallas Arboretum.  She felt a bit guilty for that, as it was my idea…but “so what”?

They would be continually moving on.  They had other priorities.  

I don’t know when I’ve lost so many people in such a short period of time….all women, all who were supposed to be my friends.  The ultimate result of “so what?”

There are days when I sincerely dislike women.  Groups of women who cling together instead of having individual thought. But how did This happen?   I thought I had a better insight, a better creep-o-meter?  

The unintended consequences of “so what”.

Today, I am grasping for gratitude.  So I go back to the basics.

I’m grateful for life and breath, a husband who loves me beyond measure, beautiful sons, bees, a new job.

So I send my former friends off with appreciation for supporting me over the last year.

I wish I still fit in, but I send you off with all my best. 

Onward we go.