I fell in love with my husband
in Mythology 1o1, my sophomore year of college.
“The Cute Mythology Boy” is still the love of my life.
Here is just one example of why I fell in love with him. . .
He travels from time to time.
On this last trip, he took along a couple of teen guys.
(He is a youth pastor, which probably helps that to make sense.)
It just so happens that there was a Pottery Barn outlet in the city he was traveling to.
He knows that I love Pottery Barn;
He loves me;
So, he took the time to stop and buy me this beautiful vase.
I wish I lived in Mayberry.
I’d own a little store right beside Floyd’s Barber Shop.
I’d live down the street,
so that I could walk to work.
(My house would be the one
with the wrap around front porch,
and the picket fence.)
I’d be careful not to jay-walk.
Barney might be watching.
Just a little dream of mine. . .
In the mean time,
Murfreesboro is probably as close as I am going to get to Mayberry. . .
I have shared before about my lack of
It is an unfortunate condition.
Because, a house looks so much more alive,
if it has a bit of green.
I have met a plant that I have a difficult time killing.
It doesn’t like to be watered much.
Which is good,
because I tend to forget!
Here is a great collection of how to use my favorite plant. . .
I think it was my 8th birthday when I got the game
Tic Tac Toss.
I remember the giant wrapped box.
I knew that the gift inside had to be good
just by the size of that box.
I set up the plastic game grid in the garage.
My bean bags were neon green and hot pink.
I loved that game.
I tried to create something similar for my girls.
Sometimes you don’t recognize blessing when you’re in the middle of it.
Sometimes it’s years later before you recognize the gift.
You look at this playhouse and see a cute little building.
I look at this playhouse
and am reminded of
the blessing of creativity I was given so many years ago.
You should meet my dog, Zuzu.
She would love to meet you.
She loves people.
Whew. . .
I am tired.
My sweet Anna Belle made the middle school basketball team.
(Yeah, Anna Belle!)
So, today we have been at ball tournaments, ALL day.
Tomorrow we will again be at tournaments, ALL day.
Tomorrow we leave for camp.
Tonight I pack for 5 people to go to camp for 5 days.
And, I am tired. . .
(Blessed beyond measure, but tired.)
I could use a lovely walk through a beautiful garden.
A cool breeze.
A meandering path.
My head free of all thoughts.
Let me start this by saying,
I have a very sweet 13 year old daughter.
Let me follow this by saying,
thirteen year old daughters keep their mama’s humble.
Questions such as:
“Do you plan on wearing that?!”
“Mom, have your ever thought about wearing this instead?”
“Do you plan on being there?!”
If you have a 13 year old,
you know the questions.
I am so thankful for Mythology 101.
I am so thankful that my advisor at the University of Memphis
advised me to take that class in the Fall of 1991.
I remember nothing of the gods.
I was a bit bored by all of the stories.
But, I admired the “Cute Mythology Boy”
(as I referred to him to all of my friends)
every Tuesday and Thursday that entire semester.
I never actually talked to him.
He was so smart.
Early to class.
Always prepared with paper and pencil.
He even asked questions about the reading assignments.
I was only there to try to get the courage to talk to him. . .
(I rarely even had paper.)
The semester ended,
and I never talked to him. . .
When I first started gathering furniture to paint and sell. . .
I gave myself some rules.
I can’t keep any of the furniture unless it REALLY has a place in my house.
If I keep a piece, I HAVE to get rid of another.
So, looks like I am going to be getting rid of a piece of furniture. . .