The Frio River-Texas Hill Country
~ An Epic Journey ~ Will you come along?
The next 5 days will be pretty exciting around here…..
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I’m Working My Fingers – To The Bone
I’ve got a plan for next week’s posts. It’s a series…
Next week the Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister will share daily posts, which contain not only a story, but also offers a window to who Audrey Dawn really is. This take on a life changing event from last summer defines what I can handle. Just about every personality of mine shines through, please come by and laugh along with me.
This time, we’ll float together…
A Friend’s Reminder
This Unknown person is a wealth of information, wouldn’t you say? This time I think he got it wrong, or at the very least forgot how standing at the door can offer an opportunity to fix or mend a relationship, if the parties have mutually agreed it’s worth saving. Continue reading
Throwback Thursday: Lil Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister
Throwin’ it way back!! I mean WAY BACK!
Hoping to get something on here tonight, although the outlook seems dim, as I try to catch up on everything else I didn’t do while sick. (Although, I’m please you all enjoyed the song and diary entries.)
I Miss Food: The Diary of a Sick Woman
Day 1:
I think I’m going to die. Oh yeah, I have to take my children to school. Fine go ahead, wave, I don’t have the strength.
It’s too far to my bed, so I think I’ll die here on the couch. Oh man, I’m going to be late picking up the children. The sun is so bright. Ouch.
I made dinner on those other nights so find something to eat. Husband and Children, please spin that Leftover Wheel of Fun, so I can die in peace. Shoot, I have to sign and review homework.
I’m going to bed, maybe that’s my final resting place. Get this pug out of my bed…I’m hot enough as it is. Oh fever, I hate you.
Day 2:
Okay, I didn’t die, but I don’t like my bathroom much anymore. Early morning choir practice…hurry children, hurry! An hour and a half later, “Son, put your tuba away. You’ll be late for school.” Where’d I put my glasses? Stop looking at me like I just woke up…
I don’t drive well sick. Don’t ask me why I’m driving so slow. Stop honking at me!! Why does life continue when one’s sick. How dare it?! Oh what’s wrong with me… I miss the fetal position.
A note from a friend…”Did you eat chicken from here?”….oh crud. On Saturday I played with raw chicken as I put it in the crock-pot after cleaning the drawer of the refrigerator which had ooie gooie chicky juicy in it… Salmonella?
Is that why there’s cramping. Ugh. I feel sour. I’m usually overly careful of chicken. I fear this sickness will turn me into an overnight OCD hand-washer, as if it wasn’t borderline before this moment. Oh, I feel asleep on the couch again? Did that count as family time?
Day 3:
I miss real food. I found this picture today. There was a time where a rib eye with gorgonzola cheese, potatoes and carrots where part of my life. I long for the days of a cold Shiner and beautiful scenery… Ahh, date night…I remember you.
Oh whether it’s the flu or salmonella poisoning, I’m over it! I have had all I can take. Let me lift the blinds a bit…
I wonder what the rest of today will bring?
Ladies Night
I was invited to see The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert this past weekend with some friends. On the outside looking in this just looks like a musical about a few Drag Queens driving across Australia in order to put on a show at a casino.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (musical) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
And it is…
I didn’t realize what this musical was about when I agreed to go along, so a few weeks ago I sat down and did some research. I went in expecting to laugh a lot, sing along a lot and to be entertained alongside friends.
Currently, I”m still absorbing what the night had actually gifted me. My mind is numb from the music, costumes, acting, singing and colors that were used to entertain us.
More than anything, the lessons and reminders that I walked away with are immeasurable and I’m glad I was asked to go. I didn’t realize I needed a reminder on understanding someone’s position or possibly how detached I am towards many human behaviors. I was shaken back to the reality of how hateful people can be, how surprisingly supportive the out-of-the-ordinary acquaintance is when given the opportunity and that above all else the notion that we all just want to be loved and accepted.
This production opened up a fountain of emotions.
Do you know what it feels like to be surrounded by mind-boggling talent? It’s so unbelievably humbling. The actors in Priscilla Queen of the Desert have a gift, an entertaining gift, that I had forgotten can exist and how much I desire to fill my need to be surrounded by it. I was reminded of how uniquely talented you have to be to write music that stirs the soul, and how creative you need to be to dream up costumes that transport you to center stage. To top it off, I left reminded that when you see God-given ability, you should stand in awe.
None the less, it was STILL extremely entertaining, edgy and highly inappropriate for my eyes ears, but I am thankful for the experience and astonished at what a writer’s talented mind is capable of without much effort.
Tubas & Sisters
This morning, bright and early and before school, I hear my son playing his tuba. I giggle because it’s a tuba and it’s loud. I stop to wonder if anyone can hear it oom-pa pa, oom-pa paing along.
Just last night my daughter was caught saying, “Why does it have to be the biggest instrument? He has to play that thing…”
She said this to herself as she walked by the tuba which was sitting in one of the living room chairs. I think she probably rolled her eyes as she prepared her bag for early morning choir.
Now I sit here contentedly preparing for my day and I giggle. I have a daughter rolling her eyes in exasperation and a son, who enjoys an early morning tuba session. Both caught up in being very authentic, I’m thrilled to have been a spectator for both events.
Oom-pa Oom-pa Oom-pa…I have a post to do. Happy Thursday! I’m off today!! Watch out WordPress. I have something brewing…and it isn’t just coffee.
My New Blog Button
Big news today! I’m “blogging crafty” over here on Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister, I have a new shiny Blog Button:
Domestic Life
I recently went through a museum with my husband and son. They have been on a six year tour of Texas, going from place to place soaking in as much history as they possibly can. I’ve enjoyed about 75% of it.
On this day it was more like 4%, so when I saw this particular quote, I nearly lost it. The same could be said for modern Texas, although I think the oxen have been taken out of the equation. Still pondering how the oxen pulled that off, oh well.
I’m enjoying Texas through the eyes of men.
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