Sam turned 20 on November 4th. She asked me to get her a cookie cake (which we do every now and then). So I got her a Mrs. Field’s cake with balloons on it (made of frosting, of course) and with the text comprised of LSU colors spelling out “Happy 20th Birthday, Sam”. She loved it. It was a nice day. The next day I had work. When I came home I saw the red cookie cake box sitting on the counter and I peeked inside to see how much was left and I saw one piece. But what I saw about that one piece took my breath away! Continue reading Superstition With Reason
…is a wondrous place. Jen and I used to go to the lakefront with Dad when we were little. Always on a Sunday. Sometimes Kim would come and we’d take our paper kite and fly it while we ate lunch. Kim was a close friend of Dad’s. They grew up together and he was at our house a lot before he got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer later on. I think Kim’s funeral was the 2nd funeral I’d ever been to (after Rie). We never cooked out down by the lakefront. I don’t even think they had BBQ pits down there back then. We just picked up Kentucky Fried Chicken. Dad brought the fishing poles sometimes and we would fish on the seawall. Every now and then he’d bring the crab nets and we’d try and get some blue crabs (that didn’t happen too often that I remember–and if it did, usually the crabs were too small to take home).
Sitting on the seawall with Dad, Kim, and Jen was magical. Continue reading The Lakefront
Sitting on my front porch was one of my favorite things to do after a day of playing in the dirt, or walking down the street to school to run up and down the football field. The porch was like the day’s final resting spot. Not like a death, but more like a place for contemplation and reflection. Sitting on the brick-laid steps I’d watch the lizards jump from bush to bush and try to guess what color car would drive by next. The mosquitoes hadn’t quite come out for their time in the sun yet, so sitting on the steps, catching a breeze here and there, watching the cars pass, while I try to guess what’s for dinner by sniffing the air for any sign of red beans or baked macaroni seemed to be the best idea at the time.
Mrs. Reynolds would come out and put her sprinkler over by the azaleas, Continue reading My Front Porch…
What a nice award! I know whenever I go on and search for those blogs I’ve become so familiar with and even search for some new ones, I am continually feeling as if I’m standing in a ray of sunshine when I read another blogger’s words that I just get… I love when I read that blog and I just know if that person were here in front of me, we would be fast friends. I’ve encountered quite a few of those and it’s been lovely, like sunshine.. So thank you, Miss Cathy, for this honor and recognition.
The rules for this one are simple. I’ve got some questions to answer, and 11 bloggers to nominate. Continue reading The Sunshine Blogger Award!
Wow! With a name like that for the award how could I not be thrilled to be acknowledged by my fellow blog-mate, Miss Sarah?!
I had to do some looking to find out what this is all about and I did find this lovely quote:
“Encouragement is said to be the oxygen for the human spirit. Do not forget you are carrying someone’s air with you. Encourage them. Help them breathe” – anonymous.
One of the rules states that I have to share with y’all why I do this. Continue reading The Encouraging Thunder Award!
I stayed home from work yesterday because I had such a headache that it was hard for me to turn my head. I never get headaches, so that was different. It did get better and I ended up on Netflix and watched “Life Itself…” which was the movie about Roger Ebert’s life. I really had no idea that Roger Ebert was as impressive as he was! He was an excellent writer Continue reading Roger Ebert?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Creepy.”
I saw this sky one day at work as the clouds gathered in preparation for a storm. It was bad. That was the night our tree fell down on the front lawn. The clouds looked so ominous!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless.”
So I’m coming home from work on Thursday night. It’s been a hard week as I’ve been covering for my friend, Mona, who took some time to go help her son set up his new house. (How exciting!) But I’m wiped out! Yeah, the extra money helps. I love helping my friends when something comes up. I know they’d do the same for me, and they did when I had to go take care of my sister and when my dad passed. So I am thankful that they ask me to help because I want them to know that they can count on me and because I can use the money, definitely. But after work on Thursday, something just let go in my brain.
So I go online on Monday (while cleaning my son’s room because I heard my iPad from the WordPress App sound an alert) and I see that I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award by Miss Ellie ( a self-proclaimed “confused teenager”). My first thing to do was to look up “what is the Liebster Award” in the Support Forums.