This is our menu, for the week. I always plan out our suppers, and buy whatever I need to make them. I buy things for Adam’s lunches. He really likes these spicy chicken wraps I’ve been making for him. I also get various breakfast things. Eggs, toast, cinnamon rolls, cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, waffles, Mj loves to put Nutella on just about everything. I also buy stuff for snacks. The kids come home “starving” after school, everyday. I make them cookies, frosted graham crackers, pudding, and I’ll buy granola bars, cheese crackers, and lots of fruit. We love grapes, bananas, apples, peaches, oranges, pears, pineapple…pretty much any fruit!

My kids are home, today. It was a teacher in service day, so there was no school. It’s cloudy, drizzling, and only about 58 degrees. There’s storms blowing in, late tonight. The temps actually go way up, as the night progresses, which suggests the possibility of some nasty weather.

It’s been a year, since Adam and I finally closed on our new house. It’s crazy how many amazing memories we already have made here!

It’s been a lot of fun looking at pictures popping up in my phone’s memories. ❤️

Last night, I rolled my eyes at Adam. When we went to bed, he smacked my ass. I giggled, which he suggested meant I wasn’t “taking him seriously”. This brought on another smack. I assured him, I know he’s serious. It’s just very hard not to show that particular expression, on my face. I am trying, though!

Besides all that, it’s a pretty quiet day here. Just hanging out with my babies and staying warm and dry, inside.

“I’m a child of backseat freedom. Baptized in rock and roll. Marilyn Monroe and the garden of Eden. Never grow up. Never grow old. Just another rebel in the great wide open, on the boulevard of broken dreams. And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16…”

~Keith Urban

Keith Urban is one of those people who is truly genuine. He’s lived a rock and roll lifestyle, but he’s actually one heck of a nice guy! He has done a whole lot of quiet good deeds. He doesn’t publicize them. He isn’t pretending for cameras. He’s just who he is. I really like him. There are plenty of folks who “make it”, and project this fake image to the public, while being terrible human beings, in real life. I know a handful of people who aren’t like that, though. Keith Urban is one of them.

I appreciate a little bit of humble, in people who find success. I’m no famous musician, actress, author, mathematician…but I absolutely recognize the role the people around me have played in my own successes. I don’t believe it’s possible to experience greatness, without having loyal people who love you. People who celebrate your success, share in your sorrows, and who also aren’t afraid to call you out, when you’re being an idiot. We all need people like that around us.

Our son got a little attitude, last night. I’d confronted him about needing to be more responsible with his things. He’d lost something that we ended up having to pay for. He wasn’t understanding why that was an issue. I explained. I didn’t raise my voice or anything. I simply explained why he needs to be more responsible. He threw his hands up, and started to walk away, heading for his bedroom. Adam stopped him. He was angry. He told our son to apologize to his mama. He mumbled an I’m sorry. Adam repeated, apologize so she can hear you! He repeated his I’m sorry. Then, Adam gave him an order. Something along the lines of “You’re going to help out your mama around the house. If I hear that you refused something, there will be consequences. Do you hear me?” Our son said yes. Oof. That’s not the correct response. Adam’s voice deepened significantly. “Excuse me??” I heard the proper, yes sir. It’s funny, because I was so frustrated with my son’s attitude, but hearing him in trouble still had me feeling sorry for him. Adam is such a kind, generous, loving, gentle husband and father, but he has an incredible ability to set people straight, quickly.

It is just gorgeous out, today! Temps are showing 68 degrees. There’s no wind. The sun is shining. I’ve got my deck doors and some windows open. I love the smell of fresh air.

I’m making meatballs for supper, tonight. I’ve got green bean casserole, and cheesy mashed potatoes, to go with. I’ve made beds, straightened up the house, and folded a couple loads of laundry. There isn’t much else that needs doing, today. After the kids get home, I think we’re going to take the dogs for a walk.

Adam worked late, last night. He didn’t get home until 7:30pm. I’m hoping he gets home earlier, tonight. We had a nice evening, even though it was cut short, since he was home so late. When we were getting ready for bed, he said something, I can’t remember what? But, I rolled my eyes, as I pulled my shirt over my head. I don’t know how he knew, but he said, “You just rolled your eyes.” I laughed, a little stunned that he could’ve known. He lifted my shirt, exposing my behind, (well his, because I sleep in his t shirts), and gave me a hard smack. He is really going hard on this no eye rolls rule…

Later, we were having sex, and I asked if I could be on top. He told me no. I pouted, and then he rolled us both over, so I was on top. I think half of the enjoyment he gets from sex, is in giving me pleasure. Even so, he rarely relinquishes “control”. I got a few minutes to “control” things, though. 😉

I was just asking Adam if he was having a good day!

I can’t decide whether I should be offended or not?!

“…They keep screamin’ to wake up, but they’re all woke, not awake. We know the system has failed us, and all the media’s fake. I swear the government hates us, having opinions is dangerous. The system built to enslave us only works if we’re afraid…”

~Tom MacDonald (Renegade)

I didn’t get the kids laundry all done, Sunday, so I washed their bedding, this morning. It’s beautiful out! I’m hanging their blankets out to dry. I did some other random things, this morning. I cleaned the inside of my washing machine, my dishwasher, and my oven. I went through the kids clothes, and sorted things they’ve outgrown into bags to donate. I dusted all my pictures and decorations hanging on walls. I cleaned off the top of the fridge. I’m going to mop my kitchen, bathrooms, and entryway. I have a steam mop. I like to add a few drops of lemongrass oil into the water. It makes the house smell so clean and good! I just looked over, and my air fryer needs cleaned out, too… There’s never a shortage of things to do, here.

I’m making a ham tonight, for supper. I’m going to make my own honey and brown sugar glaze for it. I’m thinking I’ll make some baked potatoes and a lettuce salad, to go with.

I’ve got my little Bose speaker playing my “kitchen cleaning” playlist. The warm sunshine pouring into the house has me in a great mood. I swear, I get so much energy from the sun! Gimmie some sunshine and good music, and I can accomplish just about anything. I suppose I’ll go get some more done, now. Have a blessed day!

I’ve been arrested. Also, I got out of the handcuffs. I can make my hands smaller than my wrist, making escape easy.

I once snuck away from the Homecoming dance, and went driving around with some friends. Our driver was 14 years old, with a school permit. We thought we were so cool. The very next day, that friend died. He was with his dad. They got into a car accident. He was thrown from the vehicle, and didn’t survive. I went to his funeral. Seeing him lay in that casket, I made the decision that I would never look again. The image of my friend laying there stuck with me, forever. I’ve never chosen to walk past the casket of someone I loved, after that. I prefer to hang onto the memories of their life, not death.

When I was a toddler, I disappeared from my parents sight. They found me sitting with our elderly neighbor. Her name was Zula. After that, I went to visit her, every single day. I’d bring her mail in for her. I helped her find her cane often. She would make me peanut butter crackers, and leave little candies for me. She called them “fairy treats”. When I was 12 years old, I went to her house. I found her sitting on her floor, waiting. She knew I’d be coming. She’d fallen. I went and got help. She left in an ambulance, never to return to that home. She had broken her hip. She went to a nursing home, after that. I walked to that nursing home every Friday, to visit her. She passed away when I was 17 years old. I keep a card from her, in my hope chest. In her perfect cursive writing, are the words, “To my best friend”. She never had any children of her own. She left her home to my family.

These are actually all true…

We had so much fun, last night! I should’ve taken a picture of Poppy’s gravy. Justin said it’s the best biscuits and gravy he’s ever tasted, too! I’m telling y’all, it’s amazing.

I took a picture of the sky, when we were leaving for Poppy’s house, last night. It was gorgeous.

This morning, the sun is shining. It’s supposed to be around 60 degrees. We’re just going to have a nice, quiet day, at home.

My sister called, yesterday, and asked if we might be able to watch Pj, for a couple hours, today. I told her of course!

I made my rotel dip and chips, for the birthday party, this afternoon. We got Jackie’s niece a little ride on car, and some cute shirts. It was a fun afternoon.

We’re fixing to head over to Poppy’s house, now. Time for some biscuits and gravy, and guitar!