Missing and Probably Never to be Found Again

One blender container 

One ceramic hand cream dispenser
Two or three Smirnoff wine coolers.

Considering the wack-a-doodle way our belongings were packed and moved by Abbott and Costello, it's a wonder that I am not missing more than I am.

Maybe I am, and I just don't know it yet.

Girls Day Out!

Mid-June, before Randy and I started the whirlwind that was our move to Arkansas,  Sammy and I had a Girls Day Out. Will was spending the week with his church group doing mission work in Dallas, so that left Sammy and I to be wild and crazy at Stonebriar Mall all on our own.

Rule Number One...

...If one is going to take pictures, one must keep one's camera with her.

Yesterday morning, about 6 am, when Roxy and I were taking our first walk of the day, I turned my back on Roxy to give her some privacy.  I was facing the house, a bit of a ways down the driveway and it was just getting light out.  The moon right above the house, shining big and bright through the few clouds in the sky.

It would have been a beautiful picture. Had I had my camera with me.  And in this case, the tripod, too.

Good News vs Bad News

The good news:

It's getting cooler out.  Hoorr-aaay.  Down to the mid 60's over night and not even to 90 in the next few days.  I even had to put a sweater on when Roxy and I took our morning walk.

To Texas and Back Again

A week ago, Wednesday, Randy and I headed back to North Dallas. I think it was a week ago. It was such a quick, ungodly hot trip, it is just a blur to me now.

I have no plans to make any disparaging remarks about Oklahoma on this trip. Mainly because I forgot to make a note on the one that I thought of and now I can't remember it.

Yet Another Nice Young Man

The bad news:

The counter tops will take two weeks.

The good news:

The heat pump is fixed, by another nice young man, after 24 miserable hours without air conditioning.

Who knew that Mountain Home had so many of 'em?

And I was hot yesterday.  Not in a Angelina Jolie or a Megan Fox kind of hot.  It was more of a Bea Arthur kind of hot.

The Kitchen Project

This afternoon, Chris, the nice young man from SNC Enterprises is coming to our house to make a template of our kitchen counter. I am hoping, hoping and praying that he has mercy on us and is able to get the counter top done quicker than the 2 -3 weeks he told me yesterday.

Who'd of thought that there is so much demand in Mountain Home, Arkansas for counter tops?

What I Am Not Going To Do Again, Part Two

Have I mentioned that Randy and I have moved?

Have I mentioned that I am never going to move again?

Our movers, Brian and Jeremy, seemed to be on the ball when we left them on Saturday morning to drive to our new home in Mountain Home, Arkansas.  Remember “Arkansas”.  I had packed my car with the dog and as much else as I could hold.  Randy was towing the boat.  It was one of the longest days of my life.  I thought it would never end.

And then Sunday, the other longest day of my life arrived.

Goodbye, Old Friend

Randy and I have moved for the very last time.

I mean it.  Really mean it.  I am serious this time.  I am going to die in this house.  I am not packing up another thing I own and moving it to another house.  I don’t care if it is across the road or across the country.

I am not doing it.

After moving ourselves the first fifty times, we have hired movers for the last twenty moves.

I kid.  We haven’t moved that many times.  It just seems like it.

Beets are Beet-i-ful

Beets have never been a go-to vegetable for anybody.  Corn, peas, broccoli, yes.  Maybe cauliflower and on occasion brussels sprouts.  But not beets.

Beets are delicious and beets are pretty.

Opps, We're Doing It Again

Randy and I have been married 23 years this past May.  I think it’s been 23 years.  Since together, we don’t quite make one fully functioning adult, I remember the month and the day and he remembers the year.

Marriage is a partnership, after all.

In that 23 years, we have moved no less than six times, averaging slightly less than four years at each house.  And we are about to do it again.

For any one of my faithful readers, all five of you, ya’ll should know by now how much Randy and I enjoy the Mountain Home area of Arkansas.  We have decided to make what we hope and I pray is our last move.  We have bought a beautiful log home on Lake Norfork with six acres.

My main reason for moving is that Will and Sammy are getting older and I want to leave town before they find out that I’m not as cool as they think I am. 

Kidding.