Grace, always radiant.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
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May I introduce the newest member of our little family, Blue.
With a personality similar to Ferdinand the Bull, he is an absolute sweetheart who likes so smell the flowers... and when mama's not looking maybe even take a nibble. Blue is a wonderful gentleman who insists on giving everyone nice wet puppy kiss. At eleven weeks and nearly twenty pounds he could easily be a bully to our cat but, instead he sits and watches the fluffy creature trying to figure out why he doesn't want to play with the squeaky chew toys that are dropped at his feet. It has only been a week since he came into our lives and I am already head over heels in love.
Have you ever seen anything more adorable than these sweet little pineberries? These lovely images were taken by Mowie Kay, the owner of the delightful food blog Mowielicious. You can get a better peek here, and if you like what you see you can vote for Mowie in the 2011 Best Food Blog Awards by Saveur Magazine.
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Friday, April 8, 2011
If you thought that you were the first in your family to have a rebellious streak, think again. One of these ladies could have very well have been your Grandmother...
and you thought you were the first in your family, ha!
Over the years our elders have created some pretty clever stories to keep us unaware of their wild days, and so they should. When you were little did you really want to know about that motorcycle scar on your Mema's leg, or how she got to second base in the back of a souped up Seville? At a certain age the answer is most likely no. She made some mighty fine milk and cookies, gave loving hugs and came with that warm Grandma smell- that was enough.
Face it, ignorance is bliss, but all those starched doilies on the furniture did not come standard with enrollment to the Badass '28. Before you "eek" in terror, just think about what wild hootenanny you have had in your day. You will most likely not be sharing those tales with your children, nieces or nephews until they are older, much much older.
My point is that their stories, may it be in a different era, are filled with a same excitement that you have in your life. Some of them may even be better than fiction. Your mother and grandmother just don't tell you about them until they know you are ready to hear the tale. So, if you haven't already done so, suck it up and get them to tell you the excitement of their youth. You may find that you have more in common than you ever guessed.*
*Unless either of you is a exponential prude.**
**In which case one of you may grossly embarrass the other.
*** This is countered by the chance that you both are prudes. Which may open up a greater bond over garter sock stability, proper table settings and the joy of turtlenecks. In this case, rock on with your properly folded napkins and please don't hate me if I put my elbows on the table.