Bits and Pieces

I realized that I had forgotten to give an update on the camera lens situation from last week’s post. Remember I mentioned the camera was dropped and the lens broken? Well later that same week I was doing some serious cleaning and purging in my closet when I found a box with a brand new never been used unopened 50mm lens!

Crazy, right? The only thing we can figure is that it must have come in a package deal when I upgraded my camera and because I had one I tucked that one away and forgot about it. Which made for a really great surprise and some dry chicken for last night’s dinner because a new lens has such sharp clear focus that I got carried away taking pictures of some flowers. Actually, it was taking pictures of the radishes inside when I started cooking that caused me to forget about the chicken on the stove.  But just wait until you see the pictures…so pretty! Some of them will make there way to Just a Glimpse next week

In other news (and I just realized I am not going to come off well in this story either but that’s just me keeping it real) I made my bed at 5:40 in the afternoon the other day. But I had to do it. I try to make my bed every day but Sunday only Monday got away from me like a greased pig being chased by a bunch of kids at a county fair and on Tuesday I decided to wash my sheets. There is just something next level wonderful about sliding in between freshly laundered sheets, isn’t there? I was determined to have the full experience so I made my bed that late. Totally worth it.

71824FEE-A6EC-465D-B62C-192761826678Yesterday Sam and I made a trip to the library near our house. I told y’all there would probably be pictures. We actually only took a selfie when we reached the library. Wait, did I mention that we actually walked there because he needs a new tire for his bike? Yeah, and it is three miles not two. And that is important to know because with the heat index it was 106 degrees, people. To say I was a hot mess is an understatement. And I mean it like it really sounds and not like the skinny chick in yoga pants who took twenty minutes to make her messy bun look perfect means it. I didn’t ask Sam to leave most of me out of the picture but you can thank him because, seriously.

Things I heard on the walk there:

“I can’t believe I am saying this but I am dying” and “I need a bike. And for it to be autumn”.

I gave him the option to head back home after mile two but he wanted to push ahead so we did. He did go through a list of people we could call to have come pick us up, from his sister on through to one of the deacons in our church.

We passed by a large cotton field and I snapped a couple of pictures of the plants that are already flowering. Did you know that the flower blooms as a yellow/white color but after it self pollinates it turns pink and after a few days will turn a bright fuchsia. Fascinating, isn’t it? I was also surprised to learn that the cotton plant is actually a member of the hibiscus family. Who knew?

Anyway, we did end up calling Rob to come get us from the library but I promise it was only because I needed to get home and get to cooking for some sweet friends that have a newborn.

Which brings me to my last bit and piece…I made homemade buttermilk biscuits (leaving myself plenty of time to go buy a can of Pillsbury to pop open if need be). The last time I tried that I over worked the dough and they tasted dry as dirt and crumbled like a handful of dirt too. This batch won’t win any awards for presentation but they tasted light and yummy. I’m counting on the “made from the heart” vibe to trump the “how they look” vibe. I’m thinking I didn’t handle them enough this go round because the problem was they didn’t rise.


Plans for the weekend? Why, yes we do. Lots of them actually. Rob and I are doing a nine and dine thing with friends tonight. What’s that you ask? You golf nine holes and then eat dinner. I think it will be fun. Or at least amusing to watch since my golf experience is limited to the putt putt goofy golf kind.

Saturday morning is a baby shower for a soon to be mama at church and in the evening it is nursing home singing and then fellowship time.  That’s always a tough one for me. I’m not super comfortable around old people but they love hearing us sing and they’re so delighted to see us each month, especially the children. I never regret going. I just have to talk myself into each time. (I am leaving this in although when proofing it I could see how dumb it sounds. It is a good thing to do, end of story. No talking myself into it and no complaining about doing it. It brings  some happy to some people who could surely use a little and I have the blessing of singing the Psalms of my God with some of my people.)

So what about you? Busy or relaxing weekend ahead? Whatever it is I hope you find reason to rejoice over the good within it.

Have a great one!


MRI’s Are Scary, I Watch Too Much Television, And Other Bits and Pieces

I had to have an MRI done on my knee this week.

Not fun, y’all. Not fun at all.

First of all they take you into a room with a huge door that looks like it belongs on some kind of fall out shelter. Then they hand you a “panic ball” and tell you that you should squeeze it if you need anything since they won’t be able to hear you over the noise the machine makes.

The noise you ask? Loud horrible sounds. And I watch television…nothing good ever happens when things start making those kinds of sounds. Remember the sounds in an episode of season six of Lost when they try to blow up the island and end up with some crazy electromagnetic black hole that sucked everything and Juliet into it? Didn’t work out so well for her and I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to end well for me.

Their solution? Hand you some big retro style headphones and ask you what kind of music you like. Which turns out to not be helpful at all when you realize that all this time when you thought you might be slightly disturbed by small confined spaces you are actually indeed super full blown bet your sweet bippy bothered by small confined spaces. Like panic-and-try-to-rip-the-ear-phones-off-your-own-ears-because-you-are-having-trouble-breathing claustrophobic. Only you’re worried about just exactly how loud the noise must be if they couldn’t hear panicked cries for help so you feel your heart rate speeding up even faster as you wonder whether or not you are going to go completely into the itty bitty tunnel space.

I squeezed the heck out of that panic ball and I am not ashamed. A little sheepish maybe, but not ashamed. I just needed to hear that I would not be going completely into the tunnel of doom. Even then I had to work really hard to stay calm. Forget waterboarding, people. Put me in a tiny space and I will spill any secrets I possibly know. I’ll probably even make stuff up just to get out.

The good news is that I do not have a torn meniscus and do not need surgery. I have some wear and tear behind my knee cap and a cortisone shot and physical therapy should fix me right up.

In other news, we are smack in the middle of buying the house we live in. We’ve been here three years and the opportunity came up for us to buy it. Which really just means a bunch of paperwork and details for Rob to deal with while I have been busy pinning all kinds of things that I want to do once it’s ours. None of which thrills my beloved’s soul but he’s just putting his head down and pushing through it. The other day he was finishing up some work he was doing on the pool and I mentioned one little thing I thought would be fun to do outside and I got the look. The one he gives me that says I haven’t picked my time wisely. I just laughed and told him he should just imagine all the things I wasn’t saying! Yet.

In the midst of all that we’re also winding our summer down. The kids and I are getting school supplies organized and pulling together school uniforms. There is always a certain amount of excitement and sadness at this time of year. Looking forward to the new school year and all it’s possibilities and knowing I’ll miss the kiddos and what Sam calls the infernal racket that they make.

Speaking of Sam, here’s his take on teenage angst, monster style:

I just love his Igor. But, man do I need to clean the white board!

Have a happy weekend y’all.