BAD. ASS. ♥️

I got a tattoo! My first.

On my hip, and it hurt like a mother forker!!

But it means a lot to me, for a variety of reasons that are close to my heart. The pain was momentary, and worth it!

I chose my hip because this tattoo is for me, and me alone. I want it as a daily reminder of who I am; I don’t want to forget what I can do, how strong I am, or how worthy I am.

Also, in regard to the divisional matchups this weekend: GO EAGLES! #flyeaglesfly



Mostly Wordless Wednesday in IG

I didn’t think a lot had happened since I posted last time but then I went back and reviewed my Instagram pics and was like holy shitsnacks, Batman!

Kids and soccer and baseball.
Babies being born.
Grandpa dying.
Yard blooming.
Brotherly stuff.
School ending.
Car sales.
Mama ducks.

So here’s just some of what’s been going on and I’ll keep my blathering to a minimum.


Soccer wrapped up (thankyouverymuch!) and we survived, somehow. 

That’s my baby, second from the right.

Big baby. (And as soon as I saw this pic we drove straight to the salon for 2 boy haircuts. Wowza.)

My yard started blooming. I love my house this time of year more than any other.

Peony. I only got 3 this year. Sadness.

Yellow Rose of Tex . . . , er, Idaho.

I love taking pics of sunsets. Or sunrises (but I’m not usually awake that early now). Or Sunbursts. Or the sky in general.

It’s like a blank canvas every day and the sun and the clouds are the artists.

I think I have a problem. I should get a bumper sticker that says, “I brake for sunsets.”

Baseball started for my oldest .

We’re Dodgers this year. Also? Sunburst.

And here’s a few other random pics because I just can’t get into the bigger stuff right now. Yet. But I will.

My little dude got to help his Papa steer the golf cart after the battery died. Shhh – don’t tell the other grandkids. It’s Papa’s rule that the kids can’t drive it until they are 13.

Even 10 year olds need Daddy cuddles sometimes.

Mama got a new pair of shades. Oh yeah, baby.

I hope your Spring and Early Summer are  fun, beautiful and full of happiness.




I’m traveling today, over the river and through the woods, to spend the holidays with family.


Very, very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours! I love and appreciate you.



Almost Wordless Wednesday

What happened to October? It’s Nov 9 and I feel like October just swooshed past me like a semi on the freeway and left me rocking in it’s wake. And, because I’m still reeling from that blow, here are some pictures in lieu of a REAL post:

Mid-October we went to Tahoe. Beautiful, gorgeous, OMG-I-want-to-live-here-forever, Lake Tahoe.

We all contemplated the crystal blue waters in speculative silence.

We also went to a creek and saw a Kokanee salmon run. This is a spawning bed. After they spawn, they die. So it was both happy and sad. My oldest counted 56 dead fish. We made sure to illustrate the life cycle and how the dead fish are needed to feed other animals and provide more nutrients into the stream bed.

I also saw a Beyonce look alike. No, not THAT Beyonce, the Beyonce of the giant metal chicken variety. Naturally I had to take a picture with it.

And we took the kids horseback riding:

Then we left Lake Tahoe. I spent half the drive home in denial and curled into a fetal position whimpering. Very difficult position to drive in, I must say.

And then there was Halloween. Poof! Just like that. And we had fun decorating:

And we even had a pumpkin carving party with the neighborhood girls:

And I made ghosts on a stick for work and the girls helped me with the faces:

And my hubby taught them how to make pumpkin origami. At the end of the party they were stuffed with sweets and everybody went home with a carved pumpkin and a bunch of origami pumpkins:

And now it’s Nov 9. How in the world did that happen? Well, at least we’ve been having fun.

Side note – I do have blog post on my mind. Something I’ve been thinking about, mulling over, and I just need to marshal my thoughts and let them flow. Stay tuned.



Not quite Wordless Wednesday: Peonies, and some unfortunate euphemisms

Do you say Pee – uh – nee or Pe – OH – nee? We’ve been discussing this at my house and the hubby says one thing and I say the other. Well, I looked it up today and this is what I read:
Pronunciation of “Peony” Plants and Word Origin:
The standard pronunciation is pee’-uh-nee (accent on the first syllable). However, many people place the accent on the second syllable: pee-oh’-nee. As is often the case with anglicized versions of Latin words, rulings on what should be the standard pronunciation seem rather arbitrary. The word derives from the Latin genus name, Paeonia, which, in turn, derives from a figure in Greek mythology, Paeon (see below). If you want to be safe, stick with the standard pronunciation: pee’-uh-nee.
So, I would say that both are acceptable, right? I don’t think I can teach myself to change the way I say it so it shall be acceptable (so sayeth me).

Here’s the original:

I had to hold the stem up because the Peonies are so heavy they droop. (Like a couple other things I know and have to hold up sometimes as well. You know, sometimes you have to be big to be glorious. The heavier they are the more impact they make. The bigger the better. Size is impressive. I could go on. What? Sheesh).

Peonies. Peonies. Peonies. It’s fun to say either way.

Not quite wordless Wednesday

So, I mentioned in my previous post that I was having all kinds of fun with my new iPhone and the Instagram app. I’ve taken a few good pictures, a few scary pictures, and a few awww moment pictures. Now I’m going to share them with you.

Lucky, lucky you.

First, a mommy and bubba moment. Me, in my orange Life is Good slippers and my little guy,”Mom, take a picture of our feet!” Okay, buddy:
There are those little feet again, at the river this time. The water level was raised over the weekend and we went to check it out:
Climbing on fallen trees is important business, yo.
So is skipping rocks.
I went to a Tastefully Simple party in a small town called Star. Rest assured, it’s not as shiny as it sounds. The Merc in town (short for mercantile, you see) sells food, automative and hunting supplies. What more could you need?
That’s an awww husband & wife moment, isn’t it?
After the party I enjoyed the scenery on the way back to my town, the “big city” in these here parts:
Back at home I set about re-purposing a room to accommodate some growing-up boys and their computer gaming homework needs:
Half way through. Tortoise Bob is happy to be in the sun.
I went on a date with my husband to a winery where we had good food and listened to a great singer. I had a hard time seeing the singer through this glass though:
(I love this picture so much I want to marry it. Or something.)
I watched my husband put together his new fancy-dancy turntable (thanks in-laws!):
I made cookies. Yum:
Dark chocolate and butterscotch. Swoon.
I lamented about my 80’s style bathroom. I love my house, but I don’t think hate is too heavy of a word for this rose pink & teal dysfunctional cold pit of hell that has missed any refurbishing the rest of the house has received:
Bathtub. Fits 24 1/2 people and takes 5,000 gallons to fill.
(Someone please tell me how to win a bathroom makeover. I’m begging you. There are roses on the tiles for pete’s sake.)
Then, to recover from my bathroom mourning, I got my hair did:
So did my husband but he won’t let me post the picture of his foil-wrapped, ahem, naturally blond (not gray, oh no) roots. In fact, this isn’t a picture of him under the dryer. Nope, not at all:
I hope you enjoyed this journey through Instagram with me. I’ll try not to make it too much of a habit but I make no promises. I’m in luuuuurrrvveee with my iPhone. You’ll just have to bear with me in this heady, swoony beginning of a relationship infatuation stage.
Yours in iPhone bliss,