Yep, I’m
officially hooked/addicted/obsessed with Pinterest. Thanks sooo much, TLC! (For
those of you who would like to see my Boards—please feel free to visit me at
ELC.)
Yep. I love
camo. When I had my first broken bone ever—I was 55 and broke my right wrist
falling in our shower…sigh—I got a camo cast. Why? No rhyme or reason. Except I
thought it would be funny. I broke it on Labor Day—the opening of Dove Season
in Texas Capri .
I’m not a hunter. Never have been. Never
will be. One of my favourite boards on my Pinterest? Camo and Pearls. Ha.
I am FABULOUS
at coloring. In coloring books. (Allow me to brag on myself, okay?) Yes, yes I am. It’s very therapeutic for moi. Will love coloring until I can't do it any longer. Period.
I do love My
Sun Tea. Not only is it economical, it’s delish.
Of course I
print a lot of pictures off my phone. Duh. What’s the point in taking them (and
some really are quite awesome, again, if I do say so myself...) if you’re not going to
print and share them? It’s sooo simple—using the Walgreen’s app. Or any
other app, I’m sure. That’s the one I have and know. (Plus, I wait for on-line coupons to get the best price!)
I probably
would argue with TLC (who is actually the quintessential gift giver—seriously...)
about her contention that I'm very thoughtful about gifts. While I do NEED to give gifts to those I
love, I’m not so sure I find such “wonderful treasures.” I do try, however. I
do try.
Yep. I am
always up for a Road Trip! Love to travel by car. Always have. Always will. We
call it “adventuring.” Little Leighton’s (LL) eyes have lit up with excitement
since she was a tiny babe when we ask her: "Would you like to go on an adventure?”
Not sure when she’ll realize that an excursion to get some frozen yogurt or to the
Post Office might not exactly be as thrilling as we promise.
Nothing could
have made me happier—on my actual 60th birthday day—than to treat LL
to an official tu-tu! Nothing. (See "our mini Chiquita banana..." post on April 7th.)
I pretty much
have to harmonize—at this point in my life. I haven't been able to sing “high/soprano” in at least twenty years.
Everything has to be quite “low/bass.” Music has and always will be a major
part of my life. I think that’s why I cried every single day, at the age of 54, for a solid year
when I went deaf in my left ear. (The second year it went to every other day...now it's about every other week.) I cannot imagine a day that doesn't include music. And not just the music on the radio. My cell. My computer. The television. I also mean the music of my loved ones' voices. Especially their laughter.
I stopped
sending the three roses to TLC two birthdays ago. Once LL was born, I knew anyone trying to deliver said Birthday
Flowers to her could be at risk of losing a finger or hand—ringing the doorbell or knocking, don’tchaknow.
(J/K.) I’ll be going back to this cherished tradition. For now, TLC understands
and is thankful that a delivery from moi hasn’t woken LL up!
Oh. My. Yes. I
love stars! I have from about three years old until this moment. When we moved to the country, I
learned there is no place else on Earth that showcases the night skies quite
like you see miles from a city or town and undisturbed by other lights around you. Looking up at night literally takes my breath
away. Each and every time I gaze upon the billions and zillions of stars I can see in the North Central Texas sky, I'm
in total awe. Stars are a big reason I believe in Our Lord God Almighty. I get chills at their magnificence. At His Amazing Creations.
Tulle is
magical! It’s fancy! It’s special! It’s Princess fabric! Yes. I love tulle.
(Since I’m 60 and not certain I’m of an age that should be even thinking about
wearing it, I’m happy to see it on my granddaughters, my daughter, my young
friends, pillows, greeting cards, etc. etc. etc.) Tulle ROCKS.
Yep. I do so
wish I’d been born to become a Cowgirl. Cowgirls are brave. Cowgirls have their own
special "style." Cowgirls also ROCK . (Cowgirls that wear tulle? Extra FABULOUS.)
I say it over
and over and over—I don’t think of myself as a “survivor.” I’d been through
some hard, bad times before my breast cancer. I’ve been through some rough
stuff since. We’re all survivors. If you’re breathing, you’re surviving. What I
am is LUCKY. To be alive. That’s it. That’s all.
I do so strive
to be kind, brave and honest. Not sure I succeed that often at any of those
important qualities. If feeling every little joy, heartache, happiness, and
sadness that not only I experience, but also those around me experience,
makes me soulful, then I suppose I am soulful. Although, "sensitive" may be a better word
for what I am. But I do love soulful—so I’ll take it, TLC. Thank you. Thank you very much.
There is no
gift TLC could ever give me, buy me, find me that I could love more than this list she made for me. Thank you, Precious Daughter, from the bottom of my
not-getting-any-younger heart. I’ll treasure these posts for as along as I can
read, think about, and remember them. I love you, Dearest Child O’ Mine. I adore, cherish
and love you. With all of my soulful being.
This concludes two months of learning more about ELC than you ever wanted to know! Thanks for your patience!
We'll be announcing our "theme" for May this week! We're quite excited...
smooches for now, Silly Friends Everywhere...
