This week has been less speedy, but not less full.  Maybe it was the rain.  The rain sloooooows me down.

I’m sure the boys’ tomato plants are grateful for the rain, but it’s not my favorite thing.

In the end, though, we made it to Friday . . . .

 

 

funny

 

This week we made iced tea for our weekly community dinner.

Everyone had served almost all of the contents of the pitcher into their glasses when I poured the final glass of tea for Otto.  Setting down the empty pitcher, I took a sip of my son’s beverage before I handed it to him.

It.  Was.  Terrible.

I completely forgot to put in the sugar.

I totally failed as a Southerner.

 

fashionable

 

This week I’m thinking western fashion, because the west is on my mind.

Look at these beauties …..

 

 

Can I just be the spokesperson for Frye boots?

 

flavorful

 

The tea was a non-success.  (That’s the polite way of saying it stunk.)

But I served up another beverage this week that was not a non-success at all.

Do you remember the mall in high school?  Well, it was probably awful then, just as it is now.  But there was this one shop in our mall in Virginia that only sold a drink called an Orange Julius.

I loved those drinks.

This week I recreated the Orange Julius.

 

 

I’m not an exact recipe following type of person, so — you know — good luck.

In my blender I poured orange juice, milk, ice, vanilla and sugar.  (Yes, sugar.  I like sugar.  Whatever.)

In the end, my Orange Julius was delicious and quite the crowd pleaser with the crowd I hang out around.

 

faithful

 

I like this video.  It’s imperfect in its full logic, so don’t think too deeply about it, if you’re a more analytical type of human.  But I think it helps to paint a picture of why marriage matters so much.

 

 

 

feels

 

Some books are like friends to me.

To Kill A Mockingbird is that way.

 

 

One of London’s other names – Scout – is taken directly from the pages of Harper Lee’s novel because I love that spunky and wise heroine.

For years London has asked to read the book for which she was named after.

I waited. (I had my reasons.)

Recently, I handed her the book and gave her the go-ahead to see her name in print.  To read about the Scout who inspired her own name Scout.

I held my breath while she read it.  Tried not to ask questions or direct her reading experience in any fashion.  I just waited.

Thank goodness, she loved the story too.

How wonderful to introduce my children to my novel friends.

 

 

 

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