The boys, including the Man Child, fished and fished  and fished.  Fishing, as we all know, requires lots and lots of patience.  I think Man Child raised his game, in the patience department that weekend, whether he knows it or not.  I think he only got hooked twice, by the boys, but probably had to duck a thousand, unhooked several trees, including the one's I caught, and replaced lures and bait all day long.  I know what he was thinking, "At least, I am still fishing..."  I know what I was thinking- gratitude for a great Dad whether he knows it or not.  I think he does. 

F.F.F.

This time last week we were driving to the mountains.  It was our fall break and I didn't know if it would be a long weekend of F.F.F.( Forced Family Fun) or F.F.F.(Fall Family Fun).  As hoped, it was the later.  It was actually the best weekend I have ever had with my darling family.  As an individual,  it was the most spiritual weekend I have ever experienced. Period.  One with Nature. One with God.  It just doesn't get any better than that.  Walking in the glorious woods, I paused for a moment and made this heart.  I can't wait to get back...

I just turned Fifty...

     I just celebrated FIFTY!  Fifty postings that is... Who knew I could ramble on and on and on! Thanks guys for reading my dribble and speaking of dribble droop.  I am posting a picture that my son took last night.  I was resting my laurels with a glass of red wine.  Imagine that.  The picture is OK.  The picture of my boobs, or lack there of, is not!  Before children,  I had nice perky little anthills.  Now I have ant bites.  If I  have a third child,  he will have to nurse on my backside.  Seriously!  Dribble Droop!

    While I am rambling on randomness, this book, CAKEWRECKS and blog makes me laugh.  I don't pretend to bake and honestly, have no desire.  So here is a picture of some more dribble droop.  I hope the bride got a good chuckle, I certainly would have.  

     If you read my blog then you know I like to use the word, SNAP!  Basically,  I use it as often as I do, because I really want to say S _ _ _ , and at the end of the day, my momma,(she prefers mother) ,raised me as a southern lady.  Yes, that makes me crazy, as I roll my eyes at her annoying effectiveness.  Last night on FB, I saw a picture my friend posted, it is a flow-chart on the word SNAP.  If you think I am amusing, then you would adore Doug.  I do. 

 

Any hooo, enough dribble droop, and again thank you for reading...Here is to the next Fifty!                                                                      Cheers! Nan

Musee de las Chasse et de la Nature

This is a great museum in Paris that appealed to me on so many strange and wonderful levels.  This picture depicts the ceiling of a tiny room, think cozy bedroom closet, that was covered in four different owl heads and all their feathers and glory.   So bizarre and fantastic all at the same time.  The other pictures were taken at a cemetery, in Crail, Scotland.  I wasn't looking for skull and crossbones, but the more I looked, the more they seemed to jump out at me.  Yes, I'm getting excited about Halloween...Enjoy!

Economics 101

Somewhere in my middle school career my economics's teacher emblazoned in my brain the difference between  a "want" and a "need". I'm still resentful about it.  I kind of  "need" a pair of black shoes.  I  "want" these black shoes.  Aren't they chic and fabulous looking.  The review was that they were "insanely beautiful" and "insanely uncomfortable".  If I were insanely young and insanely rich, I wouldn't have cared, but since I am on the cusp of officially old and poor, I do.  The complaint/review went on to say that it had zero arch support and that her lower back was killing her by the end of the day. They are so pretty though... Also, I didn't "want" to pay the insanely  high price tag. What is an almost old woman  to do?  Well, you guessed it.  She(me) buys shoe # TWO.  Boo, Hooo, Hooo, and POO on Mr. Grooms, my economics's teacher!

Creative Room

I need to make our spare room a.k.a JUNK room a bedroom for my eldest son, Reid.  Needless to say, I have been "researching", which means procrastination on cleaning the room and just doing it.  I came across this picture of a room and thought it was fun.  It is not me, but I do appreciate it, and envy the fact that it is DONE.  I particularly like the floor and it would be a great application for Reid's room.  Do I dare?  Do I dare paint a square?  Do I dare?  I am thinking a dark green black?!  I am so practical, I even impress myself!?  Do I dare even throw it out there to my husband?  Do I dare?  He could  very well go for my jugular!  Unfortunately, you can't hide a green square and unfortunately I would need his mathematical skills....SNAP!  I'll keep you posted on that one.  Perhaps, a little more procrastination is in order.

HE does answer prayers even petty ones...

HE does answer prayers, even petty ones that don't really matter in the big scheme of things... I was visibly sick when DOMINO magazine folded and then somewhat tortured every month when other magazines put out their dribble of visual mediocrity.  In fact, that is when the recession hit me.  If DOMINO can't make it then who the hell can.  I also think that with the economy, I have realized how important "Home" is and that it doesn't necessarily take money, although it helps, it takes time, creativity, and love.  I want my HOME to be my HAVEN, my children's NEST that inspires them and me.  DOMINO was my inspiration and an incredible resource especially when you live in South Georgia.  Now I am tickled pink over the new online publication LONNY Magazine,  www.lonnymag.com .  I sat at my computer yesterday and poured over it all day long.  It made me start picking up. It made me hang a mirror. It made me make eggplant parmigiana and home made bread!  It was the wind in my sails.  It is inspiring. It is brilliant! It is LONNY.  Thank you,Thank you, Thank you!

S.S.S.S.

If you know me, then you know I am not a fan of snakes, at ALL.  I don't like the good, the bad, and they are UGLY in my book.  In fact, I don't really even like DEAD snakes.  I don't like them here or there, I don't like them anywhere.  I have done my share of running over them growing up down my parent's long lane.  They seem to have a plethora of poisonous snakes; I still wear a rattlesnake belt that my brother(age 13 at the time) killed in our front yard.   Again I know that might be shallow of me and if I lived in Maine, or somewhere else North then I would probably brake for them and let them cross in peace.  I have even gardened a couple of years with a little garden snake and I knew approximately where he lived in my lush shade garden, but it never changed my reaction.  He always scared the livin' ---- out of me, as I immediately screamed  __ __  __ T !*@!  That seems to be my word of choice, when I'm scared ----less, or mad as hell.  We all have our "word" and that is mine.  It could worse. It could be better.  It is what it is.  Right, Carol!  Anyway,  I think gardening in peace and harmony went out with the bath water as I grabbed a hoe that day and took care of business.  No Mas.  Sorry dude, I tried. Then you have to remove the snake.  If you ever get to see me remove a snake, you might want to put on  some Depends.  My movement is somewhere between Elaine's dance from Seinfeld, a convulsion, a spasm, and a giant shiver.  My facial expression is just downright ugly, think Don Knotts.  My mouth is absolutely dreadful, think Tourette's  Syndrome.  I know when I meet my Maker he will probably want to have a conversation about this.  HE won't win. HE could probably change my mind, but not the heart.   Thankfully, HE is a loving and forgiving GOD... Besides, if HE had put me in the Garden of Eden then we might still be there, living in peace and harmony.   I would have had nothing to do with that SNAKE and certainly WOULDN'T be shooting the ---- with him, PERIOD.  Secondly, I love being Naked- very natural as GOD intended!  Anyway,  the point of all this explanation is to show y'all some pictures of what my friend Sally got to witness when she was in Alabama at a hunting lodge.  These "lovely" creatures were  living underground ,at the front steps, going into this lodge.  Apparently someone saw one come out and shot it.  Then another one came out.  BOOM.  Then some gasoline was involve.  I 'm sure some more shooting, and so on and so forth.  Needless to say, THANK GOD I wasn't there because I would have been SHOOTING, ----ING, SHIVERING and SOUNDING like a sailor.

P.S.  While we are on the subject of "lovely" creatures...this bad boy(13ft.+) was recently killed in a beautiful river less than an hour from my house.  I won't be going there anytime soon either.