Fun Friends

Many, MANY years ago, I went to art school and one of the greatest things that happened there was that I met my friend Pauline.

Pauline is an amazing photographer and a great mom. She has FOUR boys. And not just four boys, but they are quadruples. ALL the same age, all the same time – four 14 year old boys. Could they be any cuter? I think not.

Anyway, Pauline and her cute husband live in Texas, but were traveling through town today so JD, Moon and I met them at the OK Cafe for lunch. Unfortunately, the boys were at soccer camp so I didn’t get to steal them. I mean meet them.

Even though it’s been 20 years since I’ve seen her, it was like no time had passed at all. She’s really one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. JD said, “They were super!” Moon said, “She was really, really , really nice.” Which is why I am so excited to announce that Pauline and I are going to be in-laws.

She’s got FOUR. Surely we can fix Moon up with one of them!

Ain’t It Funny How Time Slips Away

I had such high hopes. I remembered today that last week as I lay down to go to bed I thought, “Next week, I’m going to get SERIOUS about my life. I’m going to organize my house, figure out my next book, get things STRAIGHT.” Spoiler alert – I didn’t. As hard as I try, still somehow I find myself laying on the couch with Season One of Alias on TV.  Maybe I need a life coach.

Anyway, my penchant for doing random nothingness led me to this Willie Nelson video of him and his sons. His CUTE sons. Then I started thinking about how long Willie’s been around and how quickly time flies which led me to this video:

And you know who’s beside Willie? Kris Kristofferson, my old crush! The first time I saw Kris, he was singing Why Me, Lord? on Hee Haw and I was smitten. What’s not to love? Check him out, singing sexy close with Rita Coolidge, who he married when he failed to meet me.

At some point I heard he had EIGHT kids, so I decided to forgo my crush and find another musician a little closer to my age and temperament.

I miss Jimmy. We just never could make it work. Mostly because he has no idea who I am, but other than that, we were destined for true love.

Which is not at all what I meant to blog about tonight, but such is the way of my wandering mind.

NEXT week, I’m going to get serious about my life. It doesn’t appear that I can get any more un-serious.

Dieting Results

Today is Tuesday, or as we folks over in the Lose It group on Facebook call it, TooSUCKday.  Yes, we weigh ourselves and post our results online in an attempt to encourage each other, hold each other accountable, and publicly humiliate ourselves into starting fresh on Wednesday. I don’t know why I bother. Oh, yeah. I want to look like this:

But then I remember that I’m old, and that IF I get anywhere near skinny, I’ll actually look like this:

OMG. It just hit me – I look GOOD. I guess they’re right, there’s no such thing as too rich or too skinny! Forget what I said before, this girl is going to weigh-in and then get to work. There’s only so much bathing-suit season left.

Looking Forward to Monday

Wow. I’ve been on the road and out of town for about a week and a half and I never thought I’d say this but, I’m ready for a work day. After Bridge Camp on the Island, I came home, spent a quick day enjoying the 4th, then hit the road again with AmmoGuy. Here’s a tip on traveling with AmmoGuy: don’t. JUST because I had to stop and use the bathroom once or twice on the way there, and JUST because the girls had to stop and use the bathroom once or twice on the way back, he’s suddenly decided to ban all liquids from upcoming trips until further notice.  I miss the old days when men drank beer while they drove, guaranteeing at least one stop every hour.

AmmoGuy and I took our clan to Zolicoffer for the Lewis family reunion. It’s always fun, but this year made me want to move back home. My mother couldn’t go to the reunion because she had plans with her sister, so I mentioned that she didn’t need to make anything, that I would fix a watermelon salad. When I got to town, my aunt Fay called and told me that she’d made one FOR ME, so not to worry about it. Obviously, she’s eaten my cooking. Even so, how AWESOME is that?? It’s like I have my own support staff designed to make me look good!

My hero!

My family is nothing if not supportive. Moon had a wardrobe malfunction when her flip-flop broke and Aunt Ann saved the day with a pair from her car.

Moon's hero

Well, MOST of my family. My Uncle Danny was a little late to the event, and when he came to sit beside me, I greeted him with a big HELLO. And he said,

Wow. You look older.

Uncle Danny is not pictured because I threw him off the Standing Stone State Park bridge.

I hope Danny can swim.

Somehow in all of the hoopla, the group volunteered my cousin Karen as the coordinator for next year’s event. She immediately designated ME as her assistant and I came home and got right to work by creating a Facebook group so everyone can communicate. And by “everyone”, I mean except Danny or AmmoGuy, and if you tell them you’re OUT of the group.

Independence Day

One of the many things I love about my daughter is that she really likes history. I don’t know why, maybe all those nights reading Blood on the River, but history is one of her favorite subjects. Yesterday I called her on the way home and mentioned that I’d just watched a documentary on Henry Ford. “Oh, cool. He used the assembly line so they could make more cars and the price would come down.” Uh, yeah.

So instead of just doing our usual 4th of July shenanigans of eating hotdogs and watching fireworks without much thought to the WHY of the day, we’re starting our morning off with some history regarding the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Those guys, those SIGNERS, they were signing their death warrants.

From The Americans Who Risked Everything:

Of those 56 who signed the Declaration of Independence, nine died of wounds or hardships during the war. Five were captured and imprisoned, in each case with brutal treatment. Several lost wives, sons or entire families. One lost his 13 children. Two wives were brutally treated. All were at one time or another the victims of manhunts and driven from their homes. Twelve signers had their homes completely burned. Seventeen lost everything they owned. Yet not one defected or went back on his pledged word. Their honor, and the nation they sacrificed so much to create is still intact.

Wow. I’m too paranoid to sign on-line petitions! This country is a miracle, founded by brave men who weren’t afraid to fight tyranny. We’re going to remember them by reading The Americans Who Risked Everything, spending a few minutes with the Declaration of Independence, and thanking God for His blessing on this great country.

Happy 4th of July!

St. Simon’s Island by the Numbers

Number of nights spent: 5

Number of bridge games played: 3

Number of hours playing bridge: 10

Number of points won: 0

Number of walks on the beach: 1

Number of books read: 2.5

Number of games of Cribbage: 2

Number of Bloody Mary’s drunk: Not nearly enough to compensate for the ZERO of points won so pffft.