Archive for March, 2012


March 29th, 2012 2 comments

When I was in 3rd grade (I think), we read a short story in our reader called “Hannah is a Palindrome.” I did a Google search for that story, and all I really found were blog or message board posts by others commenting that they too had read the story in elementary school.

I am not entirely sure why that story has stuck with me the way it has through the years. I just remember really liking it when we read it. I also remember a couple days after we read it, we had a substitute teacher. I’m pretty sure she went home in tears that day, and when our teacher returned she made us write a paper about what happened when the substitute was there. For some reason, I clearly remember describing the chaos in the classroom as being like we were living in the world of Hannah in “Hannah is a Palindrome.”

Funny the things that stick with a person. I can’t tell you what I ate two days ago, but I remember that paper vividly.

Ever since then, though, I’ve known what a palindrome is, and I’ve taken great pride in that knowledge.

From Merriam-Webster:

noun \ˈpa-lən-ˌdrōm\
a word, verse, or sentence (as “Able was I ere I saw Elba”) or a number (as 1881) that reads the same backward or forward

As a result, I found this Pin on Pinterest to be a lot funnier than I probably should have. I seem to recall laughing a good five minutes when I saw it, and then another five when I repinned it.

I’m such a nerd. And I know it. And here I have shared it… my love for Palindromes.

I did, did I?

Wordless Wednesday: The Bluebonnet Edition

March 28th, 2012 4 comments

I took all of these on Sunday, March 25th. I will have a hard time narrowing down photos for Weekly Winners on Sunday, so I’m getting a head start today.


Indian Paintbrush





But not forgotten…

March 26th, 2012 2 comments

At the end of Forrest Gump, Forrest leaves a letter for Jenny from their son at her grave. A message from son to his mother who he could no longer hug and run to when he scraped his knee or got into a fight with a classmate.

Yesterday, my parents and I visited the cemetery where all of my grandparents are buried. We put fresh flowers on their graves, and we paid our respects, taking a moment to think of them. To remember them.

I noticed on the grave beside one set of my grandparents’ was a card. My curiosity got the best of me, and I had to open it and see what it said. (I asked the woman it was left for to forgive me for reading her mail, much to everyone’s amusement, I am sure.) It was a birthday card, and it was at that moment I noticed the date on the headstone said March 23rd as date of birthday.

The note at the bottom of the card, below the Happy Birthday and “We miss you, Mom” made me both smile and tear up…

 All God Promised

“Hope it’s all God promised.”

Even if you don’t believe in God, you wish peace for those who have passed away, and, within that, I feel like that line summed up everyone’s feelings about their loved ones who have passed away. I put the card back just as I found it. I loved that the family left that for her, and I hoped they would know that I read it out of respect and compassion.

It was a highlight of my day.

It might sound weird, but I hope it was a highlight of the mother’s day as well… wherever she may be after death… that she feels the love of her family, and that they, too, feel her love and peace as well.

Weekly Winners (March 18 – 24)

March 25th, 2012 5 comments

Started by the lovely Lotus, Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week.

Visit Lotus’ site and check out her various entries, and find other participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!


Photos taken using my Droid Razr or a Sony DSLR A230.
View all of my photos on my Flickr stream.


I’m not sure how it happened, but I had a LOT of photos this week. Made it hard to narrow down which ones to feature! I love it when that happens.

This week’s featured “other” post:

Look into my eyes

Look into my eyes

130: France keyring

France keyring



131: One thirty one

One thirty one

133: Sunset


Little River over flood stage

Over flood stage



Shiner Spring Ale

Shiner Spring Ale

Shiner Spring Ale

Shiner Spring Ale

135: Fresh fruit

Fresh fruit

136: Model A's

Model A's

Model A's

Model A's


Like old times

March 24th, 2012 1 comment

106: Rolling into Nashville

What a lot of people don’t know is that a big part of how my husband and I moved past just being friends to “something more” was thanks to hours on end talking on the phone as he drove a tour bus from one venue to another.

He was, at that time, the only bus driver for the artist he was also playing keys for… which made for long days! So as he drove through the night, to help the time pass and to help him stay awake, he’d put on a headset and call friends from the road. Being the fellow night owl, I was the last person on that list and we’d end up talking for hours through the night. It wasn’t unusual for us to talk three to four hours, only hanging up because he had pulled up to his destination.

The thing that blew us both away was how in those hours, we never got tired of talking to each other. Some nights it wasn’t much more than what he was seeing from his driver seat, but we had no interest in hanging up  the phone. Some nights, we’d share stories about our pasts, and others we’d have a lively debate about a topic. It didn’t matter what we talked about, and we never sweated what we’d say. We just fell in line with each other every time, night after night.

Married now, we thankfully still never tire of talking to each other. However, over the last several years, the opportunity to talk all night like we did back then hasn’t presented itself as much. (Oh don’t get me wrong, we could talk all night in person, but the old way of “on the phone while he drives” is the way I mean.)

Lately, though, my husband has been doing more driving than playing, which has provided us that old way of visiting again. Take the other night, for example. We talked for about four hours on the phone. At times, we sat in silence — him watching the road come at him, me playing solitaire on my laptop — but it never took long for something to hit one of us that we just had to share.

I loved it.

I couldn’t hold my eyes open any more when we called it a night. He was stopping to fuel the bus, and it was time for me to fuel my body with sleep. We said good night, his with a “rest well,” mine with a “be safe.” I fell asleep with a smile on my face… knowing we’d do it all over again the next night.

Just like old times

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March 23rd, 2012 1 comment

175: Red Shoe AlertThe other day, I finally saw the video for Carrie Underwood’s “Good Girl.”  Have you seen it?  Check it out.

Did you watch? Are those shoes not all fabulous!?

I have been in denial for far too long. I am a shoe girl. Help us all. But I am. Oh I don’t have a ton of shoes. And ironically, I can pretty much wear the same pair of shoes for a week and not feel the least bit bad about that. But I love shoes.

Boots are a serious weakness. Everything from cowboy boots to knee-high high heeled boots, I love ‘em.

And I am SO glad I finally got over my fear of high heels. The fear had nothing to do with not being able to walk in them. It had to do with being almost 6′ tall! But thank heavens my husband digs my height and gets a kick out of when I throw on a serious pair of heels, putting me well over 6′ tall.

Who says just because I am tall that I can’t wear high heels? Heck no! I throw them on and walk proud of my height.

And my fabulous, fabulous shoes.

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