It’s that time of year again. I’ll be taking a bit of a break this August. Checking in here and there as I travel around. See you soon…
Category: Life (page 34 of 84)
It is very hot here today. Even for a girl from the South. As I was walking to the tube station after work, I passed this wooden popsicle stick sitting in a pool of melted orange popsicle juice. It just struck me in a funny kinda way. It feels like a melted popsicle kinda day. That wooden stick in a puddle of orange, just summed it all up for me.
“Hello, Gladys, it’s me!”
“Thank goodness Mondays only come once a week, I don’t think I could take it if it came around twice!”
Over the last few years there has been a serious wave of superhero movies. Maybe it is because we are living in a time where we desire the need for a superhero to make us feel safe. Maybe there has always been this need to know that we have a guardian looking out for us and he/she takes their manifestation in the guise of a superhero figure. I think that superheroes do exist and walk amongst us. I think that for the most part they are the every man; but to someone or some people in particular there is nothing every day about them.
That is the case with my dad. He is my superhero. He is one of the hardest working men that I know. Yet, he still appreciates the little things. He stops to watch a sunset, a deer cross through a cornfield, the birds eating seeds from one of the feeders. He always compliments my mom and my sister and I (even though we are married ladies). He’s a wonderful chef. He makes the best cheeseburgers known to man and his lasagna and meatballs are to die for! He is a non-complainer; a gentlemen through and through. He has a tender heart, but a strong will.
Not everyone is blessed with a dad like mine, not everyone is blessed with a superhero. I’m lucky; I am.
Happy Father’s Day Dad! I love you.
Fresh berries, with lemon zest and a sprinkle of sugar. Ready to be stirred and ladled over fresh shortcakes and whipped cream. Shortcakes just say Summer to a girl from the South.
Here’s to sunshine, to grass underneath your toes and to a cold beer on a hot day.
Here’s to being forever young, for finding the beauty in things and for letting go what doesn’t matter.
Here’s to the Alabama Shakes ( I know I’ve posted this song before, but I just love it!), to dancing on a Friday night and getting sweet kisses from Mr. Michie.
Here’s to the weekend, long may it last!
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It feels as if we have turned a corner today and that summer might just have arrived to our neck of the woods.
The sunshine is out, it is warm, the air is balmy. I’m ready to put my toes in the sand and watch the waves roll in and just listen to Stevie Nicks. This Queen of Rock ‘N Roll is always a good summertime pick!
Here’s to Wednesday! We’re half-way to the weekend!
The number 11; two little stalks standing side-by-side. One stalk needs the other, or they wouldn’t be 11. After 11 years, I still need my other half.
I don’t follow numerology, but I know in terms of it that 11 is considered a master number, because it is a double digit of one number. In our 11 years of marriage, I think we have mastered a few things ourselves. I am blessed to have married my best friend. A person who knows me inside and out. I have married someone who takes care of me and who makes me happy.
After 11 years, he still makes my heart flutter, he still makes me laugh and he still makes me feel like I’m the only one in the world. I love you Mr. Michie, Happy Anniversary.
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