Monday, August 31, 2009
Even though I LOVE summer, I also enjoy the changing of the seasons. And by this time every year, I'm always ready for some cooler weather with humidity less than a hundred percent. Summer and fall are my favorite seasons. Spring makes me anxious for summer and winter, well, it's just plain dull. Everything is dormant, including me. Yep, give me the summer and fall and I'm a happy girl.
When September rolls around, I'm always sick of my summer clothes. But it's way too early to bring out sweaters or long sleeves. I'm over all the hot pink and I'm ready for the warm colors of autumn. So if you see me in a plum-color sweater and I'm glistening, just know that I'm excited about fall.
Here's a little list of the things I LOVE about Fall: (in no particular order)
1. The gorgeous colors.
2. Shopping for Halloween costumes.
3. Georgia football. GO DAWGS!!!!
4. The smell of cinnamon and apples.
5. Having wienie roasts.
6. Not sweating so much.
7. Not having to feel guilty when my summer annuals look like crud.
8. Sleeping with the windows open and letting the cool, crisp air inside.
9. Being able to ride with the top down without sticking to the seats.
12. Buying candy corn. And eating candy corn.
13. Looking forward to the banana bread my mama makes my sisters and me for Halloween.
14. Sweaters. Nothing like a snuggly sweater.
15. Taking my annual birthday trip. Should we go to Tybee or the mountains?
16. Georgia football. GO DAWGS!!!
17. No smelly trash can outside.
18. Muscadines and scuppernongs! Yummy!
19. The Howell Family Reunion.
20. Letting my tan fade gracefully. (But my cellulite looks so much better tan.)
21. Wearing pants instead of shorts. (See parenthesis above.)
22. Sitting on my back deck.
23. And did I mention Georgia football? I really love that one!
24. Wearing dark nail polish.
25. The idea of just sitting by a fire and reading a good book.
26. Trick-or-treating and Halloween in general.
28. My mama's sweet potato pie.
How about y'all? What do you love about fall?
The only bad thing about fall is that when it's done, it's wintertime. Ugh.
Till tomorrow, put on a sweater and think fall!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
This is what's left of Jeff's beautiful garden. How ugly is that? He's still picking tomatoes, but they're not much bigger than a golf ball. The garden did pretty good this year. We had lots of cucumbers and quite a few tomatoes, but they weren't very big. I must've eaten a thousand cucumbers.
I enjoyed walking around my yard barefoot late yesterday afternoon. It had rained earlier in the day and so the grass was wet. It felt so good to walk around in that wet grass. Reminded me of being a kid and getting my feet dirty.
These are some of the flowers I bought at the nursery. The tags said they could take full sun. Well. . . I don't know what the growers consider full sun, but believe me, they can't take the full sun that my deck gets every day. I've had to water them and move them everywhere trying to keep them alive. They'll get all sad and weepy, give them a drink and they perk back up.
The containers they were in were white and they didn't really go with the furniture I have out there, so I spray painted them black. They turned out pretty good. Next year I'm going to go with different plants. I'm not crazy about the combinations in them. They're so leafy and not many blooms.
This little sweetie is something that I bought when my dad nearly died in 2003. He was in the hospital for almost two weeks with a one in a hundred chance of surviving for the first few days. Someone stayed there 24/7, so we had lots of time to go to the hospital gift shop. It was the best gift shop ever. And it was there, while spending lots and lots of times with my aunties, that I took Proverbs 17:22 as my favorite verse. This angel reminds me of that verse and that time.There are windchimes hanging off her dress. She's very sentimental to me. I dress her up for the holidays. I dress her with ribbon that goes with whatever holiday we're celebrating. I don't know if you can tell it much in this picture, but it was so humid yesterday that my windows were sweating. That's why some of the pictures look cloudy. My camera lens kept fogging up.
You may remember this rosebush. It's one I got from South Georgia from MaMa Kimball. I don't know how in the world it continues to live. It gets tons and tons of sun and NO attention. I thought it had a poke salad vine growing up through it. After looking closer, it's actually some sort of tree. Cutting that tree out of the rosebush is on Jeff's "Honey Do" List.
My hostas didn't fare very well this summer. Something (most likely deer) have eaten them up. I never got around to separating them either, so the ones that are still living look awful.
This is probably the ugliest place in my yard. It's where I have my day lillies. They were so pretty, but they don't last long at all. When they're done, you're left with an ugly stem.
I'm still loving my swing we painted. The yellow impatiens have done well there. I just have to diligently keep them watered. They also weep and cry when they're thirsty. This is my oak leaf hydrangea. It bloomed a little this year. Not as much as I would've liked. The prettiest thing about this hydrangea to me, though, is the color of the leaves. They're kind of a burnt orange. I think they're just gorgeous. Only God can make color like this. There is no crayon in the box to match these colors.
My other hydrangeas did awful. They probably had less than 20 blooms on them. The plant itself grew huge, but hardly any blooms. And now they're getting baked in the sun. I don't know why, but this year they're not taking the heat and sun well at all. And now it looks like they've got a disease or something and they are dying. Help!!! If any of you out there have any idea what those black dots on the leaves are, I'd sure love to know. I'm sad because they look so bad.
This one is huge. But look at the leaves. Sick. I'm going to move both of them this fall, if they survive, because they're getting way too much sun every day.
These are some of the flowers I got at the nursery and planted out by the pool. Again, too much sun, even though they supposedly liked "full sun." They haven't died, but they just don't bloom.
I painted this strawberry pot to match my swing. Then I planted the hens and bitties that Auntie Theresa gave me in it. It's out by the pool and they've grown a lot this summer. Auntie T, how do you separate the babies from the mamas?
I threw them in the woods the other day.
My camelia cutting from MaMa and PaPa Howell's house has grown a lot this summer. It's so healthy. I may actually be able to plant it in the ground next year.
Georgia Bulldog football, baby! One week from today is kickoff. I can't wait. We always have so much fun watching the games. This year we've got a big TV to watch them on, so we're having a small get-together to watch the game next week.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Every closet, every drawer and every cabinet in my house and in my garage and basement is overflowing with stuff! Some of it's junk and just needs to be thrown out. Some of it is in the wrong place and needs to be put back in its rightful home.
Last night I was bit by the clean out bug. I started with my pots and pans, which I seem to reorganize nearly every week. Jeff and I have a bit of a communication problem when it comes to the pots and pans. When he unloads the dishwasher, as he often does, he just sticks the pots and pans in the cabinet. Along with the glass mixing bowls and colanders. Now, does that sound like something you should do? Uh, no.
So I cleaned out the pots and pans and glassware and baking pans. When he got home from football practice, I gave him a guided tour of where everything goes. Well, rather than taking notes as I thought he should've, he simply said he'd let me unload the dishwasher all the time. Ugh.
Then it was time to move on to the junk drawer. Ah, the ominous junk drawer. Every house has one. Or two. Or three. I found in Junk Drawer Number 1 about 50 pens, most of which didn't write. Several lead pencils. With no lead. Pencils with no erasers. Super Glue that was squeezed empty. Single staples. You know you're desperate to staple something if you're going fishing around in a junk drawer for a single staple. Three rolls of tape. Which I can never find when I need a piece of tape. And buried back deep in the bowels of the drawer, I found several of these.
I don't know how it is at your house, but when I need scissors, they're nowhere to be found. In fact, I've bought two pair this week. One pair to cut paper and things and another pair to cut fabric. And I hid both pair.
Then when I moved to Junk Drawer Number 2, I discovered that we have way too many of these.
The fun card game of Uno. I had three or four boxes of Uno cards. Even though the only time we ever play them is when we go to Jason's hunting land in February. Obviously, when I'm packing for the trip I can't find my Uno cards so I buy another box. That's organization for ya.
Ross and Cam are 21 and 17. They haven't used these at home in, oh, about eight years. But have no fear, when the grandkids come I'll have two brand-new boxes for them.
When they get tired of coloring, why I'll just pull this out of the junk drawer.
Only the modeling clay that was in my junk drawer wasn't neat and new like the picture. Oh, no, mine was all squished up and thrown in a Zip-loc bag.
Here's a good one. Remember me telling you about having a hard time finding notebook paper. Two stores were sold out right before school started. And for Cam, I like to buy the kind with the reinforced holes because with him being a lefty, he always tears the holes out. I couldn't find a single sheet of that kind anywhere.
Should've looked in the junk drawer. There were two unopened packs.
And four of these.
But whenever anyone needs one, they go in my office and take mine! Go figure. Ha!
I found address books from when Jeff and I first got married. Why? Why do I keep that? No one except my mom and dad probably even still live at the same place with the same phone number as they did in 1987. And it's not like I'm going to forget where they live or their phone number. At least I hope not.
I had several bags of trash. Several bags of stuff for the Goodwill. Why would anyone need a gazillion coffee mugs? Especially since Jeff only uses one certain mug and I only like a few different ones.
I hope someone who shops Goodwill likes coffee mugs.
Enough about that. Let's move on. Today's my Auntie Barbara's -- I call her Barbo -- birthday! She's the oldest in her family. She and I have a special connection. Maybe because we both know what it's like being the oldest. We have certain birthrights for sure. I think she and my dad are about two years or less apart in age. She always looked out for him. I love to hear her stories about my dad when he was a little boy. And we have a lot in common too. For example: we both love pocketbooks. Big pocketbooks. With lots and lots of junk. We both have a fiery hot temper. We both have husbands who understand our fiery hot temper and love us anyway. We both love our family with every beat of our heart and would do anything for any one of them. She was always there for me when I was a little girl. I could call her and she'd be there. And I know if I called her today, she'd be here again. God broke the mold when he made my Aunt Barbo.
I love ya and I wish you many, many more birthdays! I hope your day is filled with lots of calls from your grandkids and greats, a yummy birthday cake, lots of family, a Craig's List with lots of goodies, beautiful sights out your breakfast room window, but most of all LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE. You deserve it!
Till tomorrow. TGoodnessIF!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
As I mentioned, Cam bought a camper from my dad to take to his hunting land. Daddy had done quite a few things to it before Cam brought it home. I think it's like a 1974 model. Maybe not something you'd take to Yellowstone Park, but for hunting it'll be perfect.
I never knew that Cam had a neat bone in his body. I mean, he is one of the biggest slobs I've ever seen. I say one of the biggest because only Ross might be a bigger one. I remember when they were little practically walking in behind them picking up their toys and messes. That was when my OCD began. When they were little.
Long ago I chose not to take on the battle of the rooms. I don't go in Cam's room unless I'm looking for something that I need RIGHT then and can't wait for him to get home and do it himself. And I NEVER, EVER, EVER go in Ross's room. His room is upstairs and I haven't been up there in over a year. Crazy I know. I just go nuts when I go in either of their rooms. I start screaming and throwing things and my head starts spinning around and green stuff starts oozing out of my mouth. Okay. I'm exaggerating, but you get the point, right?
Here is Cam's room this afternoon.
He's got a few more things to do to it before he takes it to the hunting land. I'm thinking some nice lace curtains would go perfectly. What do y'all think?
Monday, August 24, 2009
And then it happened. The mask leaked. The snorkel didn't work. The flippers kept sliding up his legs. He was ILL. He threw the mask. He threw the snorkel. He threw the flippers. He said they worked terrible and that I should take them back to the store to get another pair.
Why, oh, why, do they make that swim stuff out of crap? Don't these manufacturers know that little kids expect their things to work and to work right and they get very, very angry when they don't? Kids don't understand that perhaps they aren't going to be able to snorkel around like the cute little kid swimming on the package. Junk. All junk.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I nearly titled this post Happy Birthday to the Fun Girl! As I was looking through my pictures trying to decide on which ones to use, I have so many of us having fun. But then, every single time we're together we have fun. I don't just mean a little bit of fun. I mean a good, good time. We make each other laugh harder than anyone else can and we do it every day.
Like the day we went shoe shopping!
We had the most fun trying on all the ugly shoes and laughed hysterically when my foot fit in these little girl shoes.
Then there was the day my tooth fell out. We were both anxious and scared, but couldn't help giggling a little.
This is one of my favorite pictures of us. We were at Panama City Beach together with her family and my boys for a baseball tournament Reid was in.
Even though it's mostly fun and games with us, we can get in fusses now and then. You've never seen two girls with shorter fuses than us. And, honey, believe me, we can ignite quicker than any stick of dynamite ever seen! Thankfully, though, neither of us can stay mad very long. I think the longest ever might be a few hours.
She knows me better than anyone and I think I know her better than anyone. It only takes a millisecond when I answer the phone to know what kinda mood she's in. Among the zillion other things we share, we share our frustrations with our job and our frustrations with traffic. Every time we're on the phone with each other driving, you can hear us shouting, what the heck. Or, oh, no, he didn't. Or go on, you old fart. We can even turn traffic into a good laugh.
I've been there for the birth of all three of her kids and y'all know how much I love them. She can brag about them all she wants to me. I don't care. I love it. They give her plenty to brag about. And fuss about.
She juggles a crazy career, three kids, a husband and a house. And she does it without missing a beat. I tease her because she flies by the seat of her pants a lot of times. That's the only thing different about us. I'm a planner and she's not. All in all, I'd say her way works best.
This is Suz and Jason dressed for a fancy dinner.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Still with a devilish grin. He's very thoughtful, likes to give cards and can be quite polite -- when I'm not looking. I can't wait to see what great things he's going to accomplish. When he sets his mind on something, look out. He has a stubborn diligence that will take him wherever he chooses to go.