This year I will turn 40. This is the year I should get in shape. But unfortunately, this is the year that they
finally started selling
Blue Bell ice cream in my state. My love affair with Blue Bell began in college. If you live in Texas for any length of time you will invariably buy a pair of cowboy boots, learn to two-step, and without a doubt fall in love with the native dessert of the land...Blue Bell ice cream.I was a skeptic at first. I thought all the talk I had heard about this famed frozen creation was just another thing on a
long list that Texans enjoyed bragging about, one more pillar to the whole "Don't Mess with Texas" dogma...but I was so wrong.
My first taste of Blue Bell came at the end of my sophomore year. It was the week of spring finals and my Sweetie and I were taking a much needed study break. We wound up at an odd little burger joint a couple of blocks from campus. They were closing up for the night and had already shut down the grill. We were out of luck, we would have no deep fried carbohydrates to fuel our midnight study session. They
would sell us a couple of scoops of ice cream though if we wanted, so we went that route. My Sweetie had Rocky Road and I opted for White Chocolate. We both took a bite at about the same time from our respective cups, looked up to catch each other's eye, and exchanged the same "OMG, this is the best stuff I've ever eaten!" look. We were hooked. The rest of that week we glided through finals easily, riding the high from our nightly ice cream fixes. Sadly, the conclusion of finals brought the end of term. We both had to return to our home state and leave Texas, each other, and Blue Blue for three long months. But we survived. Our love affair with each other and Blue Bell would last for the rest of our college career and carry over into our married life. We have had each other, but been without a ready supply of Blue Bell now for seventeen years. But that all changed this week. As you can see, we are making up for lost time. It's so much more economical by the half gallon instead of the scoop. Don't ya think?
If you are a friend of Alice you won't want to miss her annual summer adventure over at
Spring is in full bloom in my neck of the woods.
The fragrance of roses fills the air
The pear tree is showing promise
The pecan trees are hinting at a bumper crop.
And best of all, the apricots survived more than one fluke snow flurry. Looks like there just might be another Jam Session ahead. 
Recently I had the honor of donating some of my charm bracelets to the fabulous Jenn Hayslip for her equally fabulous art event, Petticoats and Parasols, which is taking place this weekend in gorgeous Savannah, Georgia. I hope the gals that win these enjoy them and have a wonderful weekend of creating! While I was in the creative zone, I restocked my shop as well. Hope you'll pop over and take a peek. Happy Day!
Okay, so I've mentioned that I'm addicted to television. I know, I know, one minute I'm telling you about the inordinate amount of ice cream in my freezer and now I'm basically proclaiming my couch potato status.(You're a smart group so you probably already figured as much, right?) Anyhoo, I'm so excited that the new season of Glee has started. Project Runway is winding down so I can replace it with Glee. See, that isn't so bad. It's not like I'm adding to the backlog of shows I've already recorded, I'm merely switching one for the other. Perfectly acceptable, no need for an intervention.
This show is appealing to me because I can see myself and a part of my high school experience in each episode.
For example, I totally had an outfit like this in high school. The only difference was that mine was yellow. Does that make it worse? Maybe not because my matching Candie's flats were awesome. (Read the word "awesome" one octave higher than the rest of the text for intended effect)
I even wore things like Emma the guidance counselor. Students are not supposed to dress like the guidance counselor. That's one of the Ten Commandments I think.
But the best part of the show besides singing along to the music and reminiscing about my whole choral experience is watching how Rachel finds her Finn. Mine didn't come along until college, but he was worth the wait.
1. Flip flops by the pool , 2. Super Hearts Party, 3. Sweet Surprise, 4. Hot pink piano in Darien, Georgia, 5. shack vignette, 6. 88/365..., 7. Regardez, regardez... Les cupcakes!, 8. KEEP CALM AND HAVE A CUPCAKE by Everyday is a Holiday, 9. Pink Tutus
On our fifth wedding anniversary my Sweetie gave me this picture as a gift. At the time it tied in perfectly with the decor in our master bedroom. When we moved to our current home it found a new spot in the dining room. I love it just as much here, maybe even more.
But then again, beautiful roses are a delight anywhere.
For a glimpse at other pink treasures follow the garden path over to Beverly's blog for a list of today's participants. Thank you so much for visiting me today!
This year I will turn 40. This is the year I should get in shape. But unfortunately, this is the year that they finally started selling Blue Bell ice cream in my state. My love affair with Blue Bell began in college. If you live in Texas for any length of time you will invariably buy a pair of cowboy boots, learn to two-step, and without a doubt fall in love with the native dessert of the land...Blue Bell ice cream.I was a skeptic at first. I thought all the talk I had heard about this famed frozen creation was just another thing on a long list that Texans enjoyed bragging about, one more pillar to the whole "Don't Mess with Texas" dogma...but I was so wrong.
I have spent the better part of a week working on these little baskets. They are going to serve as the place cards at my Easter luncheon on Sunday.
I have loved making them, but in doing so I have neglected many very important tasks...like cleaning the house and buying the groceries for said luncheon. Do you think there will be any hams left at the store? Do you think my guests will mind eating at a table strewn with crepe paper remnants, trails of glitter, and straggling bits of Easter grass?
Do you think the restaurant we end up having lunch at will care if we bring our own place cards?
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