29 September 2016

on a trippy with my sissy.

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and so, my sister shirley and i ..
are headed to sunny florida today.
our father lives there ..
has for eons and a day.
he turns 87 on saturday
so we'll be on hand to 
help him celebrate 
which means 
we may need to bring
dinner in
and he'll go to bed
by 8:30. 
not too many late nights
when you're 87. 
not too many late nights
when you've turned
34 .. again .. 24 times.

shirley lives in southern california
and i live in northern.
we're meeting up at an airport 
in a nearby state then
traveling on to florida together. 

shirley and i love shopping together 
but it's such a rare opportunity.
the most shopping we'll get done
this trip is the airport touristy trap.
unless we hit cracker barrel and
zoom the aisles. might happen!

my bag is packed .. carry on,
cuz nothing says hello like wearing
the same outfit 6 days in a row.
for reals. not.
i think you know me a little
better than that. the
bag is packed to the brim,
finishing off with 
snackies for the trip. 
gotta have snackies.
and lippystick.
and lotion.
and a cute new h20 bottle.
and a new purse bigger than
rhode island.
and a kindle loaded
with among others,
 beverly lewis' new book
The Wish
yes indeedy.

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going to miss that sweet man of mine..
i prepared meals and froze them
so he just has to choose, thaw, nuke, partake.
he promised to take good care of
evelyn, the precious pooch.
my dear friend kim 
is on duty while 
the hubs
is at

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be good to one another.

with love,

p.s. my daughter is heavy on my heart..
please - breathe prayer heavenward.
thank you kindly

28 September 2016

clothe yourselves.

there are some things that need no introduction ...

i call this homemaker grunge.
and i like it. a lot.

but most of all .... this.

{thanks to pinterest-land for all the pics}

27 September 2016

strange pasta.

i enjoy cooking ..
and plating cooked/assembled groceries
in a manner worthy of a happy sigh
then dig in and be grateful for yUmminess.

a couple weeks back i found on the shelf
a package of pretty pasta in happy colors
i was sure would be lovely on our dishes
and bring a satisfied agreement to our bellies.

so i bought the package.
isn't the pasta beautiful?!

i boiled the pasta and added chicken and that delish sun-dried pesto number i told you about the other day. after plating we sat down to eat .. the hubs prayed but i think he prayed wrong or sumpin' cuz that pasta looked seriously strange. the color had all but drained from the original package of pasta and left us with a nebulous appearance to what can only be likened to as :: larva. dear me it was unappetizing. blech! i ate the chicken (and our salad). the pasta? i'm not eating that junk. so i packaged and froze it for a time fairly soon when i'll be visiting my dad in florida and the hubs will somewhat fend for himself. 
he can eat the larva, he'll eat anything! 
i ain't touchin' it. 

:here's what it looked like:
imagine my disgust.
{actual larva .. not the pasta .. but close!}

and this concludes the 
gastronomy portion of my post.

good day,