Two months...

MOOBEAR'S ANNIVERSARY FLOWERS Well don't seem that long ago, but time does fly when you are having fun. So today is my second month anniversary of blogging. I have yet to regret starting my blog as I have gained so much more out of it than I have ever put into it. I have made new friends who, otherwise, our paths would never have crossed. I may have lost one along the way but that was their choice, not mine. It is rare that I make decisions and even more rare to make a good one!
Thanks for all of you that have stopped by and for those that returned I send a special thank you.

Also, I have had many nice and kind comments and I have not taken them lightly. I appreciate anyone that takes the time to comment and most of all the thought behind the comment whether it big or small.

I topped my day off with a well deserved and much need haircut. As usual my Thursday trip to my hairdresser won't no different- in respect- as to having fun. They are all a wonderful bunch of folks, even some are witty and dang right funny, which fits me and my life to a "t". Before I left , my beach house friend dropped by and gave me a good mess of butterbeans and okra right fresh outta her garden. She knows how I love crowder peas, but she was fresh out of them, but reassured me that I would get a mess out of the next picking. I do dearly love crowder peas. I thank the Lord I was raised poor cause poor folks actually ate much better than the rich folks did, in my opinion. They can have their a la carts and them horderves and such. I will just be hunky dory with my fried chicken, fried taters and such.

Also ain't nothing better than cooking those things in the old cast iron frying pans handed down from generation to generation, you can't just wear them out. I have assembled a mass of them from my aunt and my mother in law. I like to keep mine treated so they be slick as a baby's butt and makes frying lots easier. I don't wanna fryer that my food is going to stick too. Now I won't say I ain't used a teflon pan once in a while; they good for grilling pimento cheese sandwiches or frying an egg in good hot bacon grease, but they ain't made for real cooks. I don't really like cooking actually, but getting a little nicer with it since I have more time. It was always hard to work and come in and jump right into cooking a meal. Now I can pace myself and cook ahead of time if necessary. I can also get the hubby to string the beans the night before, because I do not like to string no beans. He can sit still long enough to get the job done and I just can't. Guess that is why Roxy is his lap dog, not mine, cause I am up and down too much. I always did want a lap dog. Wasn't always that way, but now I just cannot sit still for long at a time, dunno why. Same way in them little rooms at the doctor's offices, pace and pace and always grab one of their kleenex and blow my nose, just a habit I reckon. Mine has windows now, that helps too. Docs just don't get in no hurry when I am in those little rooms.

Welp since I have congratulated myself and patted myself on the back for the anniversary and not to forget my flowers, I will just shut up. I just wanted to make sure you good folks know that I have been here that long. Many may be hoping I just go away and that too can happen. I do live day to day and with that way of life, bout anything can happen. Time will tell...until....
something does....outta here for the day...

God Bless!