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When PMS Obstructs Christmas Spirit...
People have always complimented me on my calm demeanor. I do react but I keep it all inside. For the most part, I walk away fuming. Sometimes when I'm under the influence of PMS I write letters to customer service. I gotta hand it to myself because even I don't know how I do it...
Hess to be rebranded as Speedway
On November 30th, I strolled into "Hess", not noticing that the sign had changed I asked, "Where are the Hess trucks?" The lady behind the counter said, "Speedway has acquired Hess retail, so you can only buy them online." She offered, "We have Speedway trucks." I thanked and no thanked her and high-tailed it to another Hess because I didn't believe her...
The Old Man and the Airborne...
There isn't a daddy visit that goes by without a story to tell...
The Elephant in the Blog Room...
I like to come here and just let whatever roll off the keyboard, staying clear of controversial topics and current events. Lots of times I come here to write and I can't because there's an elephant in my blog room. Today I put on my big girl panties and hoisted myself on the elephant to stream from my conscience.
What's in your photo stream?
How you doin? It's show and tell from my Photo Stream on my blog today and I'm talking about coloring for mindfulness, food, drowning gnats, killing plants, headless football uniforms and so on... It's all relative. Relevant? Not really. But stop by and take a walk through Kenya's world...
Grasping At Straws...
With a futile attempt at blogging and being relevant, I gave myself a few minutes to "stream" from "my conscience". It's been a week since so much has happened...
Food Wars: The Battle of the Bears
Let me preface this story with explaining that when I met Papa Bear I had been a vegetarian for a good chunk of my life, but had recently started eating chicken and shrimp. Papa Bear on the other hand was Straight Outta Louisiana and ate the complete opposite. I mean like no vegetables steak and potatoes opposite. Just like with any other ups and downs in a relationship, we occasionally go through food wars. I am currently on strike.
The Point of it All...
I love writing in my room and as much as my thoughts scrounge for something relevant to write about, coming up with nothing, I can't stay away too long...
A Chair To Remember...
Excerpt: I cleaned out our spare bedroom, which was to be the baby's room. It was becoming a storage room and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to sit in my grandmother's rocking chair and imagine the room fully furnished.
Cooking Under Pressure...
It's football practice season, which means meal planning or eating out. I prefer to eat in. #1 there's leftovers, #2 it's healthier, #3 it's cheaper, #4 my son can be in bed at a reasonable time (provided I've planned and cooked ahead of time). But who plans and cooks ahead of time?
The Lollypop Throw Down
He willingly gave me each piece of chewed gum but didn't not want to relinquish the stick as if more candy would appear. In an attempt to redirect traffic to the water hose, Christopher had a dirty diaper and war broke out.
This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you...
No I'm not quitting blogging. I'm talking about dealing with back to school and all that comes with dealing with BACK TO SCHOOL. #icantEVEN
It's Mother's Day in July...
I’ve virtually written and crumpled several posts over the past couple weeks. But today everything was just right in Mama Bear’s world (headlines excluded) and that is when I like to write. Today’s weather and writing in it was like biting a piece of chocolate when I've been on a diet - except chocolate is never excluded on a diet.
Hot Flashes and a Rambling Brain
I didn't know what to title this one. I am up in the middle of the night taking advantage of a hot flash and a rambling brain. I'm talking about wine, allergies, asparagus pee, uninvited guests, To Kill a Mockingbird, the N-word, the Confederate flag and the KKK.
How do I love thee...
I'm talking about ice cream. I could count it 31 ways and go on and on to the tune of Bubba talking about shrimp... but this isn't that kind of story.
Let's get together and feel all right...
I didn't realize how badly we needed a vacation until Papa Bear and I were in the middle of the ocean giving one another salt water kisses. One Love is the theme song for the vacation we just had...
Hate in America
Hate in America is not just about crime. If you read any of the comments to news articles online, you'll see how insensitive people are. It spells H-A-T-E to me. There's been a lot going on this week and I just had to vent somewhere...
My Daddy: Roasted & Toasted
We aren't mushy, chatty, huggy, or kissy. It just hasn't ever been our thing. I mostly remember him saying, "Gimme five" and me slapping his hand in return. And yes there was that once upon a little girl who talked him to death...
"Love you to pieces."
It was bedtime and we'd had a one on one evening because it's Papa Bear's bowling night.
Since there's only two days of school left I let Christopher play outside until 7:45 then we went to run an errand and go to Sonic (our new favorite place).
As I kissed him on the cheek he said,
Healthy Blog Fodder: Matcha better than last week
Green people are following me on Twitter
I assume it's from me sharing my Yummly recipe collection 50 Shades of Green Smoothies (504 so far) or the ones I've actually made and shared on Instagram. Either way, they think I'm healthy. So I needed to post something on top of last weeks Belgian Waffles and South Carolina Moonshine.