saturday

We’ve had unbelievably beautiful weather this week here in North Florida. Today was just about perfect. I soaked up a little sun while Paul took care of his beloved 1970 Camaro:

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Then we took it on the road to Thomasville for a late lunch outside at George & Louie’s.  Wonder of wonders, he let me take a turn at the wheel.  Yeah, that was fun. 🙂

Hope you had a happy Saturday, y’all!

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weekend of chill

I cannot tell you how very much I needed and am enjoying this three-day weekend, but I’m going to try…

Remember the insomnia I recently lamented? Well, Friday and Saturday nights I slept all the way through, and then some. And last night, although I did have some awake time in the wee hours, I went back to sleep until 8:30 this morning! I’m beyond grateful for good sleep. If you sleep well on a regular basis, stop right now and thank God for that gift!

I’ve been productive in a few things (laundry, grocery shopping, finishing a scarf), but mostly I’ve rested and relaxed and knitted and read and watched tv and celebrated Paul’s birthday (Saturday) and Valentine’s Day.

I kicked off the weekend of chill by knitting:

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On Saturday we celebrated Paul’s birthday with dinner at Ted’s:

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And on Valentine’s Day, we went to church, looked at houses (we’re trying to find one to buy), then went to a nice dinner at The Edison:

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And now on this Monday morning, it’s nearly noon and I’m still in my pajamas. I slept in, spent time reading, drinking coffee, and visiting with my stepson. I’m about to pull out the knitting again.

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So the weekend of chill continues. It’s wonderful.

Happy Presidents’ Day, y’all!

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why i love my husband wednesday

As we all know, December is crazy busy. Paul and I have thrown a potential house purchase into the chaos, and today we had a set back there. It was also another super busy work day, and I was easily annoyed by interruptions. When I heard my phone ding, I grumbled and expected bad news. Instead, I saw this:

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Awwww. As I recently told him, if we’re good, it’s all good. It’s all good.

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Well, here I am…behind again. C’est la vie.

It’s been a crazy, hard, busy month, and I can’t say I’m sorry to see it drawing to a close. But it’s been good, too, and God has been working on me. I’ve put knitting ahead of blogging, so here’s an overdue post — a quick miscellany/random thoughts mashup:

~ My daughter-in-law recommended Call the Midwife, a BBC series on Netflix. I began binge-watching on Sunday afternoon, and I’m hooked.

~ I’m also more hooked on knitting than ever. Right now I’m working on a challenging (to me, at least) project that I’m determined to conquer. The brioche stitch in two colors has proven difficult, but this is where my stubborn streak pays off. I will not give up until I’ve got it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started over on this cowlI’ve finally made some progress:

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~ This afternoon, while I was knee-deep in piles of paper at work and just beginning to wonder what in the world I’d make for dinner, Paul texted those sweet, sweet words: “How about if I take you out to eat tonight?” YES, PLEASE!! We tried Grub, one of the many new burger joints in Tallahassee. We agreed that it’s a do-over. I had a salmon burger. Two thumbs up!

~ Ok, now on to less pleasant matters — politics. This is really, really discouraging. It’s maddening that Lerner et al got away with it.

~ If McDonald’s goes under it will be because they followed liberals to disaster. Maybe. But I do think their very poor service plays a part. When I want fast food on my lunch hour, I go to Chick-fil-A because, even though the line stretches around the building, it moves quickly, I always get the correct order, the food is fresh, and the employees are friendly and respectful. McDonald’s? Not so much.

~ How our culture of narcissism creates trans obsessions:

When we say that gender, ability, or race are social constructs rather than inherent qualities, we are not saying anything about ourselves. The trans person is not saying, “This is what I am.” The trans person is saying, “This is how society should treat me.” This causes all kinds of issues to arise in public policy. Should a person who blinds himself because he feels blindness is his identity get the same benefits as those born without sight? Should a person who identifies as black get preferential treatment in college admissions? Should a transwoman-owned business be eligible for government set-asides?…

…These transitions are never about how one feels in regard to themselves, but always expressed as a demand to be treated a certain way by society at large. This reflects a wider cultural change in the West over the past half-century. A culture of narcissism has emerged, in which society exists primarily to make us happy. In the world of participation trophies, gender fluidity, and sensitivity training, society is no longer molding us; we are molding it. We no longer ask what we can contribute to society, we demand that society contribute to our well-being.

~ Soul mates? Read the whole thing, but here’s a peek:

The “soul mate” concept is unworkable and completely unfair to the real other person in your life. It puts enormous pressure on him or her to perform, to meet our impossible expectations. As Jerry Root and Stan Guthrie point out in “The Sacrament of Evangelism,” putting others in God’s place—expecting them to give us what only He can—is a naked form of idolatry and will only lead to deep disappointment.

Here’s another thing. The “soul mate” idea suggests that marriage is all about me, that I need to find someone who understands me perfectly, who makes me happy. Marriage should be about finding someone you can make happy. In the great teaching on marriage in Ephesians, for example, husbands are told to lay down their lives for their wives, as Christ did for the church.

Well, my knitting project and Netlix are calling, and I’ve only got about an hour or so before my eyelids get too heavy.

Thanks for hanging around,
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saturday

I can’t believe I’m saying this after that terrible loss to LSU, but yesterday was a really good day. My son was down for a visit, and we spent the day together. He had a podcast interview with The Sturdy Brothers in Thomasville, so we headed north on a beautiful fall day. We enjoyed coffee at our favorite spot, and then he did his interview while I camped out at The Fuzzy Goat to knit. It’s the coziest spot in town.

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On the way out of town, we stopped by my sister’s house for a visit with their family, and then we grabbed a late lunch in Tallahassee before getting home to watch LSU crush Auburn. I worked on my Auburn scarf (more on that project later) while wailing and gnashing my teeth.

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Paul took Will for a ride in his beloved 1970 Camaro, and he gave Will a turn at the wheel. I missed all of that fun, but I did snap a pic in the driveway.

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After the game Paul, Will, and I went out for sushi, and we just happened to find out during our conversation that Paul had never seen Face/Off.  We rectified that after dinner, and Paul may never forgive us. Around 10:30, Will remembered that he was going to interview me for a future podcast, so we did a late night (waaaayyy past my bedtime!) thing that will probably be as exciting as an NPR episode. (More on this later, too.)

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I ended the day by watching Ole Miss beat Bama – the cherry on top of my day. 😉

Family, football, knitting, hanging out, a beautiful day… these are a few of my favorite things.

Tired but happy,

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all good things must come to an end

Well, we’re back to reality. Or almost. We got back home earlier today, and I’ve been busy unpacking, restocking the fridge, and doing laundry. I’m back on the Whole30 wagon tomorrow, so I boiled eggs, made a big salad, cut up some veggies, and have some chicken marinating.

We return rested and relaxed and grateful for our time away. Paul and I agree that we have fun traveling together and even going to Costco together. We’re grateful.

Here are a few more photos from our time away:

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coffee with a nice view

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not a cloud in the sky…

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umbrella, multiple layers of SPF, hat, sunglasses — it’s hard to be a white girl in the sun.

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nice view! 😉

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bliss!

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chips & salsa for lunch

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last evening on vacation

We stayed on 30A, and enjoyed the scenery and several good meals. Our favorites: The Great Southern Cafe (we liked it better than Bud & Alley’s), The Perfect Pig, and La Cocina Mexican Bar and Grill.

Ciao,

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the beach

Paul and I are enjoying a little getaway to celebrate our first anniversary. Yesterday and most of today was dreary with rain and clouds, but the weather began clearing up late this afternoon:

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We haven’t minded the non-beachy weather; we’ve done some outlet shopping, watched football (if Auburn doesn’t kill me one day, it’ll be a miracle), gone to a movie, taken naps, and enjoyed some really good meals. Tomorrow the forecast calls for sunshine, so I suppose I’ll spend the day trying to keep from frying my white skin.

Relaxed,
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why-i-love-my-husband wednesday

cleaningPaul appreciates a tidy house just as much as I do, but he understands that because I work full-time, it’s hard for me to get everything done. So he pitches in, and we clean together.  In just an hour or so, we can knock out a lot of it. He likes to make sure the ceiling fans are clean, and he even thinks about dusting picture frames and baseboards. He does a great job cleaning the bathrooms. I dust, vacuum, replenish towels and other bathroom supplies, and take care of the laundry.

We make a good team.

It may seem like a small thing to some, but it’s huge to me.

Grateful!

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one year

DSC_0082The older I get, it seems that time moves by so much more rapidly. It’s a cliché, I know, but I really can’t believe that Paul and I have already been married for a year. It’s been a year of many adjustments, but I can truly say that it has been a good year. I’m married to a good man, and I’m overwhelmed with gratitude to God for providing for me so abundantly. May this be the first of many anniversaries with this man I love.

(Oh, and today is an Anne Day! 🙂 )

Grateful,

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why-i-love-my-husband wednesday

(After posting about some of the reasons I love Paul two Wednesdays in a row, I’ve decided to make it a regular–or as regular as things get in these parts–thing.)

He often says, “Why don’t you let me take you out to dinner?” In fact, he said it tonight. I appreciate that for several reasons. One, it’s a relief to get out of cooking after a long day at work. Two, it makes me feel special, like we’re on a date. Three, I just plain enjoy spending time with him, chatting over dinner. Four, no dishes.

My answer is always “yes!” 🙂