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How Has my New Years Resolution Fared the Year?


State of my Weight

So, at the start of the year, I made a New Years Resolution. Like many Americans, my resolution included losing weight. My goal was 20 lbs by Christmas.

At the start of the year, I was 200 lbs. As of last Friday morning, I was 182 lbs.

I’m so close I’m starting to wonder whether I set my goals too low. Maybe I should shoot for 175 instead.

I can’t tell you how excited I am. I haven’t had this easy a time losing weight since I was 19. Then I lost 17 lbs in five months. This year, I’ve lost almost 20 in almost six. (I was last 200 lbs in March.) Three of those pounds I dropped in the last week. I wasn’t going to count those pounds, but they stayed off, so I guess I can!

I’m going to attribute my success to well, number one, God. Without His support, I wouldn’t have had the hope to persist. The next person I’m going to thank is my husband, for being such a good, competitive sport. Thirdly, to the wonderful trainers at Gold’s Gym. They’ve helped and encouraged me, listened and given advice, and help me find exercises that are easy on my sore knees.

And I have no idea why I have sore knees. But they’ve been hurting all summer, and the people at Gold’s Gym have been great about working around it.

Our Finances and Garden

Money wise, we’re good. God’s blessed us so much it still boggles my mind. We’re in the middle of trying to buy some land, and we’re waiting on the loan to go through. I tell you, never has waiting been so hard!

My garden is still alive. I pulled up my tomato plants a long time ago (they didn’t fare very well through the summer), but my okra plants are thriving and giving me more okra then I can use. I’ve frozen almost a gallon Ziploc back full, and the plants show no signs of slowing down any time soon!

I did plant green bean plants at the end of August. They’re about a foot tall now, still growing and green. Not as leafy or bushy as I like, but I also planted a different breed then I’m used to. I have no idea how these guys will turn out or how they will be different than Blue Lake, but I’m eager to see. Hopefully they’ll continue to grow, and here in a month I’ll have some fresh green beans to enjoy.

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Where was I on September 11, 2001?

september-11-911When 9/11 happened, one of the most popular questions to get asked was, “where were you?” Everyone wanted to know where you were when you found out about the attacks.

So here’s my story.

Me on 9/11

Like most everyone else my age, I was in school. I was in 10th grade, and about to go into history class. I heard about some kids talking about it in the hall and had no idea what they were talking about. Some kind of plane crash? Then, of course, I got to class and found out exactly what was going on.

Sort of.

You see, unlike a lot of other school, my high school was just a poor, small country school. We didn’t have TVs in every classroom. To tell the truth, we didn’t have TVs in any classroom. A lot of our classrooms didn’t even have radios. It didn’t occur to me until later that other schools would.

So, I didn’t see any footage of plane crashes or buildings collapsing until that night, when I got home and watched the news. Until then, I had to make do with listening to the chaos on the radio and try to figure out what was going on. It was kind of hard, actually. I had no idea what the Twin Towers or the Trade Center was.

Pentagon, yes. I distinctly remember hearing about the Pentagon and thinking, “They got the Pentagon?” I thought the place had gotten bombed. I had no idea about planes or terrorists until later that night.

Honestly, I don’t believe anyone knew what was going on for several days at least. But we all expected to go to war any second. We all were wondering when the president would dig the nuclear bombs out of storage and who we would drop them on. And don’t you know if it had been a country instead of a terrorist organization, we probably would have done exactly that.

When we found out it wasn’t a country, I know some people were disappointed. Many wanted to drop nukes anyway. We were that angry. Me, I was confused. Terrorists attacked us, not a country? Why? I was so naive, I’m not sure I knew what a terrorist was before then.

Of course, I know better now. I know a lot more things now than before.

How that event changed me

I don’t know if I can say how exactly that event changed me. I was fairly young when that happened. The best I can say is I was educated in a lot of things I wasn’t before. I became less naive. The world and far off places suddenly took on new, vivid meanings. I suddenly started to care about politics. And hate for a group of people I didn’t know existed came into being.

Not in me. I don’t hate the terrorists, or Islam or anyone else Americans like to associate with those atrocities. I know I’m one of the few people who can say that.

But I see that hate in so many other people. Get most any American to talk about September 11 and who was responsible for it, and they’ll speak just as nastily about them as others would about Nazis and the concentration camps.

That was one of the worse ways America was changed. And I find that sad. We don’t love or trust as we used to. We can’t go back, but wouldn’t it be nice?

Where to go from here?

It’s been fifteen years. For many of us, this event is still fresh. For others, this event is already just another page in our history books. One day, that’s all it will be. Maybe it’ll become a memorial day, like Pearl Harbor day. By then, we who remember will be old and gray and out of touch.

Then one day, we’ll all be dead and that event will be forgotten completely. Other tragedies will take its place.

I have to keep this in mind. Tragedies will always be out there. Bad things will always happen. Something worse may be in store for me, personally, and I won’t have any idea that it’ll happen until it does.

But I can’t get hung up on those far off events, or on the things that have already happened. I have to keep my focus on God. He’s my guide and my God. He lights my way.

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We are in the buying land

Land Ho!

Christmas 2014For the past year or so, my husband and I have been wanting to get out of the apartment. At first, we thought, “let’s get a house.” This was, of course, back when we lived in San Antonio, and the prospect of buying any amount of land was laughable.

Then we moved, and possibilities opened up.

My mother-in-law lives on about 10 acres with her new husband. I love the place. It’s quiet, surrounded by farmland, has trees and even a seasonal creek. If I had the money and the opportunity, it’s exactly the kind of place I’d want to live.

Then God gave us both the money and the opportunity. We first saved up enough for a down payment, and then one of my MIL’s neighbors decided to sell his land in 13 acre lots.

We decided to pounce on the land while it was still there.

Long story short? The seller said yes, we’ve signed some contracts, and now we’re mostly waiting to land us a loan for the land. (My husband demanded I put in the pun. Here it is. You’re welcome, honey.)

Granted, it doesn’t have a house, a creek, or even trees on it, but it’s land. Those things can be added. For now, it’s flat, it’s not swampy, and it’s already being farmed. Also, right off the interstate and just a mile or two from my in-laws. All good points in my book.

So, come our anniversary, we’ll be the proud owners of a nice plot of land! Yahoo!

And in about 18-24 months after that, hopefully homeowners. Happy face! God’s been so good to us!


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How to keep the peace when you’re husband is a know-it-all

Mornings with my husband

This past week, my husband and I took the opportunity to talk about what we planned to do this week. “So what?” you’re thinking. “What’s so special about this?”

Well, anyone who knows my husband knows he is physically incapable of saying or doing anything normally. So naturally, such an every day, normal conversation wouldn’t go as planned.

  • Him: So, what do you have planned today?
  • Me: Well, I gotta sign the contract and call the bank. We got that guy coming to clean the computer later today. I got dishes to do, blogs to write–oh, and I got to do something with my hair. It’s one giant knot.

(cue uncontrollable laughter)

  • Me: What’s so funny?

Apparently, my husband finds my train of thought hilarious. And sure, I can see the humor of it. But he’s not the one who wakes up with a giant rat’s nest attached to his head every morning. It don’t matter if I sleep with it up, down, or in a braid. It don’t matter if I go to bed with it dry or wet–I’m gonna wake up with knots in my hair. It’s the curse of having long, curly hair.

So, after he finishes making fun of me, the conversation continues.

  • Him: So, what are you going to write about?
  • Me: I don’t know. Haven’t really thought about it.
  • Him: Why don’t you write about wifely duties? The Bible has more to say about wives than it does husbands.
  • Me: (Tries to hit him. Doesn’t work. Tries to tickle him. Doesn’t work.)

Yes, that was an insulting comment, but in all fairness, he was only saying it to make fun of feminism and overbearing husbands . . . because his mind just works that way at 7:58 in the morning. It doesn’t help that he, of course, is right about the Bible verses (though I plan to double check, just to make sure). Or about most everything else.

So my husband can be a know it all–I’m okay with that. Mostly.

It can be kind of frustrating–never winning an argument or discussion because my husband usually knows the answer. Oh, not the important things. We try to come to an agreement on that. It’s the little things, the little competitions, I can never win.

His mind is so much quicker and more agile than mine. If I let my competitive self out too much, I’ll get disappointed when I inevitably lose. And when I lose too much, I get disappointed. And when I get disappointed, I get jealous. And jealousy is such a nasty thing.

My solution? Learn to become a gracious loser. So much easier and takes a whole lot less energy.

Besides, my husband likes to debate with me. And I like sparing with him back. Who am I to mess that up?


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Our Weekend at the Frio River

Our Vacation at the Frio River

viewSo, last weekend, my husband and I spent the weekend at the Frio River with a few families from church. I have to say, I’ve never been to the Frio, so I was pleasantly surprised. For one thing, the vacation home we rented was nice. Like, seriously nice. This first picture is the view from the back porch. That alone was worth the price of renting it for the weekend. To top it off, it had lots of bedrooms, a game room, and a pool. Oh, and places to grill outside. Trails for hiking. Deer blinds if you decided to come back during deer season. Oh, and it was out in the middle of nowhere–which meant that at night, you could actually see the milky way. I’ve never seen the milky way. Unfortunately, such isolation comes with a price: bad phone connection, and no internet. That’s great for getting away, bad for anyone addicted to Facebook.

ready to swimThis second picture is of all of us getting ready to float down the Frio. We’re all decked out in our swim suits, slathering up with sunscreen, and trying to round up the kids. I wish I had more pictures. By the time we finished slathering zinc sunscreen on our faces (which looked exactly like bad lipstick) we looked like extras from Braveheart. The river was beautiful, not too high, and we enjoyed it before everyone else did. I floated down it twice, once on Friday and again on Saturday, with my husband.

poolAnd did I mention there were kids? Yeah, my husband and I were the only couple not to bring their kids, but only because we don’t have any yet. And boy, did they have energy. Like, endless. The oldest was 12, youngest 16 months. And they never quit running. I’m pretty sure they even ran in their sleep. Once we got done with the river, we enjoyed the pool. Two hours on the river, and three in the pool. Games of chase. Another hour at the pool that night. Next day, hiking and three hours playing in the river. If I had half their energy, I’d loose 30 more pounds. Easily.

flying bats2Also, another detail. It was 10 degrees cooler there than San Antonio or Dallas area. I don’t know how that happened. Did we just get lucky and just catch a three day cool front? Or does the Frio River affect the local weather? I’m betting on the last, actually. Whatever the reason, I loved the cooler temperatures. I can’t wait for fall. High of 90 and low of 68 sound heavenly right now.

bat on shoe 2However, my favorite thing we did was go to the bat cave. No, not Batman’s bat cave. This cave houses more than 12 million bats, and every night at 8 they come out to eat mosquitoes. Which explains why there were no bugs on the river. According the the game and fish guy who were there and answered our questions, it takes three hours for all of them to fly out. Also, apparently bats are migratory. Didn’t know that. They fly to Mexico for the winter and come back over spring break to raise their babies.

bat in hand 2These were the little bats, not big ones, and so were not creepy. In my opinion, I think they’re cute. A couple of bats fell out of the sky while we were there. One of them landed pretty much right in front of me and then decided I was a stalactite. This little guy just hurt his wing. The game and fish guy couldn’t tell if he broke the bones or if he just broke the skin. He release him not long after we took the picture. Hopefully, our little bat friend made it and is now flying with his friends again.


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What’s Happening This Week

icecream-coneIt wasn’t easy trying to figure out what to talk about today.

Why? Because there’s nothing going on.

Okay, that’s not precisely true. There’s stuff going on in the world. Wars being fought. Natural disasters striking unexpectedly. People living, people dying.

But really, other than that? I only have random, small thing to talk about.

And this picture of an ice cream cone? I put it up to torture me. And you, too.

Random News From the World of Me

Presidential candidates are slinging mud at each other.

Still. Wish I could say I cared about which one wins–and I do, to a certain extent. Don’t worry, I’m planning to vote, even though I don’t like either candidate. But you know what? This world, this country, is in God’s hands, so I’m not worried. He’ll take care of me, not the government.

Still weigh 190.

Haven’t regained the weight, haven’t lost more. Due to the heat (thank you very much, Texas), I’ve been exercising just enough to maintain the routine. Hopefully, I’ll crank my exercise routine up when the lows drop below 80. And no, 78 does not count. Maybe below 72. Yeah, let’s stick with 72.

Oh, my husband joined a gym and got a trainer. He’s been hobbling around going “ow, ow, ow,” ever since. So he’s doing good. They’re hoping to lose 10 this month. I wish him luck. If I can get him to work on cardio between trainer days–and get him to stop eating ice cream–he might just loose some. But the ice cream is so good, and it’s so hot outside….

I know, I know. But you know what they say–the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

I’m still getting okra from my garden.

I’m both pleased and surprised. They aren’t dead yet. They’re wilting a bit in the heat of the day, but they bounce back once it starts cooling off. I wonder how long they’re going to last? If they last through till fall, I might be able to put aside quite a bit of okra in my freezer.

Going to go tubing this weekend at the Frio with some families from church. Will hopefully have pictures to share next week.

We have finally saved up enough money to start looking for land to buy.

I’m sure we could have bought a house instead for cheaper, but I want land. If we can get it, then I want it. Now, we just started the process. We’re in the middle of getting pre-financed, so we know how much we can spend.

And, um, that’s it. Yep. Nothing much going on this week. Except for reading. Yeah, been reading books instead of writing. I don’t regret it. Much. But other than that, nothing going on.


Gee, I’ve been bored.


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How I lost 10 pounds

It’s Official: I’ve Lost 10 Pounds!

help-not-loosingLike most Americans, I’ve been trying to lose weight for years, with not much success. I’ve made numerous New Years Resolutions, started and quit exercising more times than I can count, and stopped dieting more times than I’ve started. All without seeing a single pound drop.

The closest I got was 5lbs about two years ago, when I worked as a housekeeper for a hotel for a month. I gained that weight back the week I quit. I’m pretty sure the only reason I lost weight then is because I basically exercised non-stop 5 days a week for 6 hours a day. Anyone who’s done housekeeping knows what I’m talking about.

Anyway–where was I? Sorry, I got sidetracked . . .

I’ve lost weight! Ten pounds, and I’ll tell you how I did it, too. Hopefully this will help some of you.

Set time aside to be healthy

Chances are, you aren’t me. God has blessed me with the chance to be a housewife and let my husband support me. I have plenty of time to exercise and watch what I eat. (Or the opposite–eat because I get bored)

You probably don’t have time to sleep, much less cook or exercise. But believe me, if you want to lose weight, you will probably have to. And if you are so busy you physically can’t schedule twenty minutes to cook something healthy, you might have to get creative.

For example: Take the stairs instead of the elevator. What floor do you work on? 7th? Oh, lucky you. You just got your exercise in for the day.

Keep in mind, making time doesn’t just cover cooking and exercising. It also covers shopping. If you make room in your brain to shop better, eat out less, stop going to Starbucks, etc., then your also making room in your life to be healthier.

No more soda, snacks, or fast food

You’ve heard it once, and I’ll say it again. You want to lose weight? Eat healthier. 

What does that mean? That means no more candy. No more desserts. No more soda. At all. Not diet coke, not coke with fake/substitute sugar. Maybe carbonated water, but even then I’d draw the line. Just do yourself a favor and stop drinking it. Sugar aside, it’s full of chemicals that aren’t good for your body.

I know you’re addicted to Dr. Pepper (my husband is), but instead of spending the $20 a week on sugary drinks you’ll down in a single setting (if your like my husband, he can drink an entire liter of Dr. Pepper. By himself. In one setting. Now you know why it got banished from the house), spend it on fresh fruits and vegetables or lean meats instead.

Meat isn’t cheep. How much can you buy if you aren’t spending it on food that would go straight to your thighs?

For me, eating healthier also meant no more fast food. Now, I didn’t eat fast food necessarily because I liked the taste. We ate out a lot because we were lazy, it was convenient, and our fast food joint of choice was literally two blocks away.

Getting off my lazy butt and cooking not only gave me something to do, but it allowed me to control what went into my body. And it saved me about $80 a week I could spend on healthy foods that I wasn’t spending on fast food. And just so you know, it’s just the two of us. I don’t have kids yet. I can’t imagine how hard this would be if I did.

Can’t go cold turkey? You might need to do what I did and give yourself a treat once in a while. For us, this meant we allowed ourselves to go out to eat on the weekends. Note: this did not mean fast food. So, yes, go eat in that expensive Mexican restaurant. Just not Taco Bell.

I don’t count calories on the weekend. Yes, this means I don’t lose weight on those days. In fact, I usually gained 2 or 3–or even 5–pounds on the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget to stop snacking and eat less. Eating healthier doesn’t mean squat if you can’t control how much you eat. Or eating between meals all the time.

The idea is to retrain your metabolism and your taste buds. If you aren’t constantly craving ice cream (me), it’s a whole lot easier to eat less. This isn’t a quick fix. It will take a while. So make sure to develop your patience, too, while your at it.

Get to know your body

Everyone’s body is different. You don’t have my body (be glad). I don’t have yours. And you definitely don’t have that magazine model cover’s body. She don’t even have it. Ever heard of a thing called photo shopping?

Your body will respond to different exercises and diets better than others. Find out what it responds to best. For me, this meant I needed to eat more protein and less anything my body thinks is a sugar. Which included starchy foods like pasta and vegetables.

I didn’t eliminate it from my diet–if I did, my husband would protest and then buy it behind my back just so he can sweet talk me into making my homemade meatballs. But you can bet I reduced it. If I eat too much of it, I get just as tired as I would have on a bad night of sleep. Instead of eating macaroni every day of the week, I had it only two nights a week.

This also meant I got out of the house and into the sun. Sorry, honey, but I need my daylight to wake up. Right now, it’s cloudy and noon: I’m yawning and fighting to not eat something sugary.

If you have any kind of health issue, you will already be on some kind of restricted diet. Like if you had diabetes, for example. Work with your health issues. Stick to the diet that will help you get better best. Atkins? Paleo? Vegitarian? Whatever your problem is, what you eat will either make you healthier or not. Don’t make yourself sicker by doing an exercise or a diet that will exasperate your problems.

Find an exercise you like

It’s a basic truth of the human condition: if we don’t like something, we don’t do it.

Why do you think we stop exercising? Because we hate it. Because its a hassle to put on exercise clothes and go to someplace and get sweaty for an hour and feel exhausted for the rest of the day. Because no one really likes how sore muscles feel (not unless your already in shape). Because people like having energy, and exercising can take what little you have away.

But if your overweight, you need to exercise. So find an exercise you like and do it. You aren’t going to exercise if you don’t like it.

For me, I like biking. I live in an apartment at the edge of your typical, suburban neighborhood. I’ve got a one-mile route that goes through that neighborhood and yet never takes me more than a half mile away from home. This way if I crash and fall off my bike, I can walk home. Or limp to someone’s house to use their phone.

Do you like to run? Good for you. I hate it. Need something less harmful on your joints? Try swimming. Can’t leave home? Exercise videos are your new best friend.

Whatever it is, find something you like to do. Don’t do what so-and-so is doing because he swears by it. Don’t do the newest exercise craze. You’ll get burned out and bored of those things in a week. Do something you like to do. As long as it gets you off the couch.

Get off the birth control

Now, so far, I’ve given you a lot of advice. Every one of these things I have done, and I honest believe they have helped me lose 10 lbs (since March, if your curious). They have certainly helped me be healthier. I feel better now than I did this time last year.

But you want to know why I really was finally able to lose weight? I got off birth control.

That’s right ladies. That little pill that allows you to have as much sex as you want and yet not get pregnant? That’s the thing I’m talking about.

Everything I looked up on the internet said that weight gain is not a side effect of birth control. Personally, I think they lied. Because the instant I started taking that little pill, I gained 5 pounds. And it didn’t stop there. In the 2.5 years I was on birth control, I gained 25 pounds. That’s right. 25. My previous average was about 5 lbs a year, not 10. I shudder to think how much more I would have gained if I’d stayed on it.

Here’s the thing about birth control, ladies: it is designed to mess with your bodies. 

Medical science likes to believe they know everything about our bodies. That they know exactly what’s going on in there, and that they have all the answers for why such and such happens. They don’t. And they don’t know near as much about the female reproductive system as we would like for them.

The female body is full of all kinds of hormones. Maybe they were in balance to begin with, maybe they weren’t. Maybe your ideal balance isn’t the same as someone else’s. Maybe it doesn’t look anything like the textbooks. Maybe it shouldn’t. Who knows what good or bad that little pill is actually doing you?

I’m not saying birth control is bad, ladies. Don’t think that. If you actually need your birth control for very good reasons that have nothing to do with controlling the population of little people in your home, then by all means take it.

But for me, birth control was not that great. Sure, it gave me regular, pain-free periods. And it made sure I didn’t get pregnant. But that was it.

For me, birth control increased my appetite and decreased my metabolism. I was always hungry–especially for the wrong things–and I had no energy to burn off the extra calories. Not to mention, I was depressed more times than not.

You know how hard it is to lose weight when you’re depressed, hungry, and have no energy? Of course you do. You probably feel like that right now.

Now that I’m off the pill, I have energy, I’m not nearly as depressed as I was, and I can more easily control how much and what I eat. Coincidence? I think not.

I hope some of this helps you. Feel free to leave a comment. But please, consult your doctor if you have questions. I have an English degree, not medical.

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My Sister’s Wedding

My sister is married. Finally!

David and JoyceLast week I told you my sister was getting married, and I promised you pictures. Well, here you go. Two of my favorites. I just wish they were better quality–both were done with cell phones.

The lucky man’s name is David Bentley. He’s a mechanic, and they’ve known each other for a long time. All I got to say is–you two better take care of each other.

My sister wanted an ultra simple wedding. And I mean simple. And cheap–neither one of them had any money to spend. I think my sister spent a total of $110 on that dress and shoes. And that was it. Well, she might have spent some on her two-week honeymoon to a remote cabin in the woods, but she didn’t tell me.

So, in keeping with the simple theme, my sister elected to get married at David’s church. No decorations (not even flowers). No maids of honor. No groomsmen. No fancy speech. Just Dad walking her down the aisle, and David’s dad presiding over them. Afterwards was a pot luck dinner.

dad and joyceThey did feed each other the angel food cake my grandma made for them (and get it all over David’s beard). And David’s friends and family did trick out the get-away truck. They tied boots and cans to the tailgate, wrapped the truck in caution tape and plastic wrap, smeared the door handles with peanut butter, and then handcuffed the steering wheel to the door handle. So at least they went traditional with that!

I think they’re going to be okay. My sister, as you can tell, has a smile big enough to fit a banana in sideways. She’s tickled pink to finally be hitched. I wish their marriage well, and pray that God blesses them.

I love you sis!

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My Garden Harvest and July 4th Wedding

My Summer Garden Haulgarden haul

Okay, first, let me say that only the tomatoes came from my garden. They’re finally ripening. Yeah! Oh, and some okra we ate before I could get a picture of it. The rest came from my mother-in-law’s. However, they are all in my freezer, so it’s mine. All mine.

What you see here is a bunch of green beans, some corn, cucumbers, and lots of squash. Lots and lots of squash. I think I got only about a quarter of what my mother-in-law actually grew. And there’s more out there, too. Which is more than I can say for my squash plants. They’re happy and healthy and green and loving the heat and putting out blossoms galore–but I don’t have a single squash yet. I’m mystified. I don’t know what’s wrong with them, why they aren’t producing fruit, but I think I’m going to have to get rid of them. It’s not like I need more squash anyway.

She says she had to pick the corn a little early because critters got into the rest. I haven’t had a chance to try it, yet, so I don’t know how it tastes, but it looks good.

tomato haulI think this will probably be it, though, for our gardens. My mother-in-law will probably get more squash, and might get some tomatoes if they survive the heat long enough for them to ripen, but I know that after my tomatoes finish ripening, I’m pulling the plants. They’re done. Oh, and my green beans. They survived June, but they aren’t going to survive July and they definitely aren’t going to survive long enough to flower. Planting them at the end of May was a good idea, but I really should have known better. Green beans don’t do great in 95+ degree heat. I might try planting more green beans at the end of August, though. Try for a fall garden.

My Sister’s Getting Married


Okay, let’s just say I’m excited for my sister. It’s been a long time coming. After ten years of futile searching for the right man, she finally found one this spring. It’s pretty much been a whirlwind roller coaster ride every since. Unexpected, to say the least. How many people get to marry their best friend’s family? She does. It was a welcome surprise, that’s for sure.

So no matter what I think or what concerns I have (and let’s face it–she’s my sister. I’m always going to worry about her, even when she’s old and grey. I’m pretty sure she’ll worry about me, too), I’m going to celebrate. And it’s the fourth of July weekend. Double reason to be happy.

So stay tuned. Hopefully next week I’ll come back with pictures!

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Bicycle Crash and Chicken Soup

scrapeWhat happened to me this week? You wouldn’t believe me if I said not much, so I’ll tell you anyway.

That scrape on my cheek happened Wednesday, when I fell off my bike during my morning exercise and had a tumble on the concrete. Yes, I’m fine. No, it doesn’t hurt. Yes, the paramedics looked at it. So did the firemen. (And thank you to the nice couple I almost ran over for calling them. Whoever you are.) I’m fine. My glasses are not. No, I didn’t need to go to the hospital. My head didn’t hurt, so I doubt I had a concussion. My neck and back don’t hurt, so I don’t think I’ll be going to get it looked at. It’s just a scrape.

I have a bruise on my belly from my handle bar poking it as I was tumbling off the bike, and a mysterious bruise on my leg that I don’t remember getting. They hurt, but that’s it.

I’m okay. It just looks worse than it is. By the time you read this, the scrape will mostly be gone. I’ll have bought myself a helmet and will have devised a way to carry my cell phone on me while I exercise, so I don’t have to borrow strangers’ phones in order to give my hubby a heart attack. (Any and all rumors you hear about him hitting me over burned dinner are all absolutely false, and were started by said hubby in retaliation for me not warning him about the firemen keeping me company when he came to pick me up.)

Really, there’s no cause for panic. Not that that seems to stop everyone I meet, but hopefully you who don’t know me will belive me.

Speaking of my hubby

While I recovered from my little accident and discovered new and interesting bruises, Michael came down with a cold. I don’t know where he found it, considering he doesn’t go anywhere besides church. But for the past few days, he’s been horse, has had a sore throat, post nasal drip, and sneezing. He’s been eating a lot of chicken soup and wearing his warm robe. God willing, he’ll get over it soon and will be able to go back to work. Not to mention stop the extra-loud-than-normal snoring because his nose is stopped up and he can’t breathe.

In other news

In the meantime, it’s summer here in Texas and my garden is still alive. Two weeks ago I decided to experiment and planted a summer crop of beans. They’ve sprouted and other than being nibbled on by some naughty bugs, they’re doing all right. My squash are blooming, but not producing fruit. Maybe they aren’t big enough? Or maybe I only have one sex of squash? I know squash need both sex of flowers in order to make squash. I’ve seen lots of flowers, but so far no fruit. Hmm. I’ll give it some more time.

At least my okra plants are finally making fruit. I’ve got two little baby okra that will ready to pick some time this coming week. Hopefully that won’t be all they produce. If so, I will be very disappointed in my plants. Also, I’ve got tomatoes that are finally ripening, but they’re taking so long! Ug, I can’t wait to pick them.

Also, according to the evil bathroom scale, I’ve officially lost 6lbs. Yippee! Keep your fingers crossed, because I intend to loose more. Maybe by the time Christmas comes around I can officially make it 15 or 20 lbs? Would 25 be too much to pray for? I hope not!