Good morning, or afternoon for those want to stop in a little later. Just know that if it is later, I'll share a Diet Coke with you instead of my coffee. That's just saved for the morning. It's been the oddest of weeks, weather and otherwise. How about for you? You want to hear more? I'd love to share, but you have to tell me your story too, ok?
Hurricanes; No, Not This Kind
Our neighborhood had its Mardi Gras Party last night. Since I chair the social committee, I'd have been obligated to go anyhow, but as it was, the party was hosted by a wonderful, talented, warm couple and so I happily grabbed my appetizer and headed to her house. There, I was introduced to a beastie called the Hurricane. You should beware this sly monster should it ever make its appearance in your life. It looks and tastes like a simple, fruity tropical paradise. In this case, it also touted five, yes five different kinds of rum. If the host keeps refilling your glass (ahem), you could be in serious trouble. Luckily, I have this whole lips get numb warning system so I was able to switch over to water before damage was done. Others there; not so lucky.
Winter In North Carolina
It snowed this week, the only kind of snow that I can even hint at enjoying. The flakes started falling late in the evening on Sunday. Monday was a school holiday so when Dudette woke up and saw the blanket and we all knew she wouldn't be going to school, she was ready to play. Which we had to do quickly. This beautiful blanket was totally melted in less than 24 hours.
Please, Please, Please
These captcha things are killing me. I got this one wrong and had to enter it again. You figure that's an rr instead of the m?
If you have a blog and you have a captcha; why? A lot of people have this filter
and add the requirement of approving a comment before it goes live. Really? Is my comment that scary? In all seriousness, I love reading what people have to write, but the harder they make it, the less I'm going to do it.
And Then There Were Four
I try to keep Sundays lighthearted, but sadness is a part of life too. We've lost one of our chickens. Because we live in a rural area with lakes, we have a plethora of wildlife, including predators. Nemo fell prey to a hawk this week. She wasn't in the coop one evening when Hubby went to lock it up, so we fully expected to see her standing embarrassed at its door the next morning. When that wasn't the case, we searched the property and found her remains. The hawk's a constant visitor, especially in the morning. It's the circle of life, so I can't begrudge her the search for food, but I've lost an animal in my care; one whose personality I'd gotten to know and who gave sustenance to our family.
On the Other Hand
Chickens having their first experience with snow is very fun to watch. (That's Speckle on the right and Duey on the left.)
Strike A Pose
When you ask your child to stand still so you can take a picture of her in the beautiful poncho that her grandmother crocheted and sent to her, do you get this? She could be a super hero or from Saturday Night Fever, but whatever she is, she's a piece of work.
Dish of the Week
Without a doubt, the
Classic Beef Stroganoff takes the prize this week. As part one of their Classic/Classic Update, we were very happy with the results of the Classic part. Look at that gravy covering those mushrooms and beef chunks. Way big yum.
That's it for my week. Well, not really. I didn't tell you about Dudette's first memorable dentist appointment, the lunch we had with Adam and Cheryl from
Perfect-Picture Meals (if you ever get the chance to spend time with these folks, jump at it without hesitation), and so much more, but it's Sunday and we all have things to do so I can't keep you here all day, right?
So, leave me a note, or your own novella, and let me know what's going on. That's why we get together every Sunday. Be good to each other!
