Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.

In life we should all be this lucky: To love and be loved for seventy some odd years, to bring up three children, and to have those children spread the love to seven grandchildren. This is what my Grandmother did with her life. If I were to ever wondered what love looked like, I never had to look too far....I could watch her face light up when one of her sweet great-grand babies came in the room. I could close my eyes and remember the countless hours she'd spend scratching my back with her perfectly manicured nails while I lay in her lap, or remember all the time my Grandfather would pull the picture of her out of his wallet. He'd only been holding on to it since she was 19 or so. ;)

I've always said that since God only gave me one Grandmother He knew she had to be awesome. And she was. There is nothing about her that doesn't make me smile and be eternally grateful for how blessed I was to have her. That sweet heart, that smart mouth, and those outfits that always matched head to toe. But the very best thing she gave me was my family. Hands down. My Daddy is definitely his Mother's son, and I love it...My cup runneth over.


The talk of the town last week was a picture of my Grandparents being baptized together in 1939ish. As a family, to have this picture is so special and so rare. For those of you unaware back in the day a lot of baptisms took place in a lake or river. The picture of them standing together in the lake has left this song on my heart. It has always haunted my soul, in a good way...now it just touches me even more.




PS I had to BEG them to let me take that picture. True Mama Nell fashion. :)

For now that's good enough for me.

Summer starts tomorrow, but if you live where I live you'd call BS. It's been so hot, and we've been getting these amazing summer storms. Ba-da-ba-ba-baaaaa, I'm lovin it! Loving the pool, the sun, the sweat, and the thunder at night. I'm also loving mixing in some peach bacardi wth sweet tea!!

I'm also loving that it's the half year mark...a good time to look back at what you've went through/accomplished/struggled with/loved/hated during the first half of the year and scrap it and move on. Screw the idea that January 1 is the only time to resolve to live. Today is a better time than ever because after all life doesn't have a tivo: it does not pause nor slowdown for any man. I'm wise enough to realize when someone has said best what I'm feeling so I steal the following from a much wittier person than I:

"For a few sunny and sweaty months, why not just shut the fuck up & suck on whatever makes you happy. For some that might be a breath of fresh air, for others it might be a tall glass of mental medication. Put a smile on your face. Or at least keep a gleam in your eye & wink it at someone once & awhile, just to let ‘em know that you’re in on it."

Thanks Tim :)

I think everyday can be our best day, if we just allow it to be. And if you can just decide that waking up each day and living a life you enjoy is good enough, how can you be disappointed? You can't. Period. The end. And that kind of pressure-free joy really opens up life to be so full and robust and ultra-luscious-sexy-satisfying. Afterall, eulogies rarely mention someone living a "perfect life" because on one really gives two shits about perfection in the end. What lingers is joy, love, friendship, and experience. So if you feel like it, start over tomorrow and let me know how it goes.

This song helps me breathe out when I get too caught up in myself. Maybe it'll work for you too.

Who knew I had this in me???

Today I had a nice Valentine's Day. I unleashed my inner artist, and forgot that I'd been a nasty sick person for a week. I'm not the kind of single person that hates Valentine's Day. I just think it can come in many forms. An afternoon with a friend trying something new is just as heart-warming and satisfying as a lovey dovey date. (well almost :p)

But anywho, little ol' me painted this picture. And I'm pretty proud of myself. It was a little nerve-wracking at first, but then it was really fun. You can bring your own alcohol to drink, but since I'm still all drugged up, no booze for me. The whole class takes about three hours. The cost varies, but this one was $35. Not too bad for a good time and a nice souvenir.

Here's the website in case you're interested: https://www.sipsnstrokes.com/home.aspx

If you live in the area, I highly recommend giving it a try. Oh, and let me know cause I might tag along. After 13 classes you get a freebie. :)

All my love to you all <3