Grand views on the Hooch

Enjoying my morning with Dex.  Birds singing about surviving the storm last night.  Coolness that keeps the air conditioner silent under my chair.  No Name out hunting. 

Paw paw's coat

It's almost impossible for me to wrap my head around all the good things that are going on in my life.  Our baby boys are now officially part of our family.  They have been a spiritual part of our family since January when we first knew they were coming to live in our part of the world.  Now the Judge, who was from West Point, small world, says they can legally stay.  Amazing. 

Baptized Twin Hedgies at the beach kicking up  their heels.

Last Sunday goes down as one of the best days of my life.  We had a beautiful baptismal service at Shawmut UMC with mementos on the altar from our family representing the saints---a quilt from Duke Boy's Grandmother, Hedgie Boy wore Duke Boy's daddy's jacket, other things that fail my mind. Many of the hymns were from our first Hedgie baby, Thomas' service, scripture from our wedding and Hedgie Girl's baptism. One of the best parts was having so many friends and family members there to give witness to God's claim on our boys.  Thanks to all of you.  Ian from Fairfax UMC preached a marvelous sermon--Duke Boy was too overcome with emotion and pride that sermonizing wasn't in him. He did perform the baptism. 

The beautiful smiles belong to my Dentist's family.

Lunch at our home afterwards made all those garden bend overs worth it. 84 people in our river garden.  Great-Grandparents on the porch.  Picture perfect weather, bar-b-que from Duke Boy, sides from Railroads, catering by Railroads--they did the best job.  I didn't have to do a thing.  What sweet, efficient servers.   People stayed and visited and cooed over the boys. What a wonderful day.

Today promises great beauty--singing birds, leafy green oaks, blooming hydrangeas, coolness on the skin. 

Peace to all.  Take some time to drink in the beauty of God's love through His gifts of nature.

Dancing, grasshoppers and spring

Dancing with the Stars finale.  Meryl and Maks.  Want them to win.  Such fun watching them dance.  Have also loved watching Amy and Derrick.  She is amazing to watch with her prosthetic feet.  Maybe I will take up dancing under the stars where no one will hold up a score paddle.  Just saw the GNC commercial on being average. Too funny and so me.  Average is good. No average is average. 
Meryl and Maks just won.  So glad. 

Trying to get prepared to have the 100+ folks at my house for lunch on Sunday to celebrate our boys' baptism.  Such gorgeous weather this week.  Hope it holds for Sunday. 

Trying to get my sunflowers to grow.  The grasshoppers have other ideas.  Some of the leaves only have a few holes.  My tomatoes and pepper plants are looking good.  I love spring!

Time to go to bed. 

Estate sales and snoring connection

Fun time browsing an estate sale today.  Got a great deal on a pick axe--for Duke Boy.  Really wanted someone to buy me a lovely dining room cabinet--no one did--sad.  Maybe it will be half price on Sunday--Ha! 

Kept my boys for awhile today.  Of course, they are precious as ever.  T2 saved his giant pooper until we went to Opelika.  Thank goodness for leather seats and having our Mommy along. 

Duke Boy is snoring so loudly I can barely hear the TV.  Too much pick axe. 

Peace to all from the Valley.

Mom movies,Cow patties, kisses, and catfish

Winding down with Dex after an action packed MDW--Mother's Day weekend.  It began with a celebration of  the premier of Moms' Night Out.  A movie written and produced by my nephews, The Erwin Brothers.  They were very happy young men with happy families.  My fav part of the movie is where Bones, played by CMS, country music singer, Trace Adkins, listens to a stress paralyzed young mother and gives her a dose of grace.  See the movie for his profound delivery of the message.  Love that voice.  I'm gonna have to start listening to his music now.

Andy Erwin Premier of Moms' Night Out in Alabaster, AL

Jon Erwin autographing posters

My Mom and niece with one of the new boys

Top of the River companions

My beautiful Mom before she had 4 kids

 Duke Boy's Mom

3 generations of beautiful women enjoying cheesecake last year.


Next had breakfast with a bestest and older friend---and her sweet younger husband.  Then a tour of their new home to be.  So happy for them.  Got to tour my new bedroom for future spend the night parties--usually before Bama games.  Her only child, Kevin, was 31 on Saturday.  Happy Birthday Kevin.  His baby Hannah will be 1 soon.  Love that family. 

Then on to Camp Sumatanga.  My first visit there in several years.  I spent summers these as a youth.  This time I got to help introduce my sweet grandtwins to nature .  They love the outdoors.  They are having a Grand Camp this summer for grandparents to take their grands. They are a little young at two months.   Gotta be 4.  Sorry boys.

 Discovering that Double Sugharing is a little like childbirth.  If you remembered it then you'd never then think about doing it again.  Saturday night we kept them through "the witching hours" while their parents shot a wedding.  Lovely--we went and took the boys up the mountain at Sumatanga to the chapel.  They were grand and quiet during the ceremony. The reception was at the bride's family's horse farm--I only saw the cows.  It was under an amazing open air structure with a fabulous view.  I got to dance with Tomlin or Thatcher, I forget which, for the first time in public.  We have had several private dances. 

 The boys were so impressed with the cows that one of them went to the room later and tried to replicate a cow patty in his diaper.  Whew.  I thought I was gonna have to hose him down--instead I used 2 dozen wipes. 

After the cow patty adventure--Paw and I tagged teamed and sang many Bible songs, and any other songs we could think of to get them to stop screaming. Bless their hearts and ours. Later after their parents came home they smiled sweetly at us from their zipped tight Houdini swaddlers .

Today we make the trek with 10,000 others--no lie--to the Top of the River in Anniston.  The onion rings were my fav.  Not all 10,000 were there with us--just 500 can be seated at a time.  The other best part was being with 4 guys and one amazing girl.  We parted ways after lunch and Duke Boy and I headed to West Point.

While I was preparing to blog I was interrupted by Hedgie Girl.  She made me hurry outside where I received adorable pix of the boys.  Got in some quick kisses to all before they headed off to bestow blessings on other Moms. 

Great times.  Hope all of you had special blessings this day.  Peace.

Sitting with Dex

Sharing the evening with Dex. What a beautiful time. Did some weedin in Eden today.  We are getting ready for company and I'm trying to reclaim the yard.  No Name (NN) stayed close by this afternoon while I was sticking my hands in briars and brambles so thick that a rabbit wouldn't go---some of you may be old enough to remember that song--fired our guns and the British kept a comin...
name that tune.

Anyhow, I didn't discourage his presence since I know he's a pouncer--I didn't see anything with no shoulders but I'm sure they were there.  My sister, the science teacher, told me about  an outdoor class she took where they put rubber snakes all over the woods and challenged them to locate them.  They missed a lot--this evidently was meant to mimic really life in the woods.  I guess we'd all stay deep indoors if we  knew all of what lurked there.  Or course, that also means the canna lilies, daises, and butterfly bushes are never uncovered either.  Gardening and life--lots of choices and hazards but an amazing amount of wonder too.  Get out there--where gloves--take clippers, check for ticks.  Thought I just felt something crawling on my back...nope. Gotta bathe. 

Chickens on the Hooch

I am a multi-talented individual.  I garden, counsel, hold babies, pay bills, take out the garbage, write---not bragging—just when I see y’all in the community you encourage me with your kind comments--, but I did not inherit the cooking gene.  My Momma got it and her Momma had it—can’t speak for my great Grandmother—didn’t know her.  Many of you have known me for several years now and you just know when you call me—when you do—to bring a dish that it will usually be a salad unless my cook, Duke Boy, is available.  A California supper of fruit, cheese, and sour dough is also in my repertoire.  My church circle had that recently when it was my turn to host.  The first California supper was served on the bed in our hotel room when Hedgie Girl was a child.  We open the doors in our California hotel room and watched the fireworks across the Bay on July 4, 1996.  My Dad, who was recovering from a stroke, had a building dedicated to him at Travis Air Force Base and I was there to speak in his place.  Since that time our family has enjoyed many California suppers. 

Ok, back to the cooking or non-cooking gene.  I recently posted on Facebook a picture of some baby chicken cupcakes that I was taking to a picnic. This was a Martha Stewart idea.  A friend posted moments later, Duke Boy or Hedgie Girl?  Meaning—they must have done that---right???  I immediately posted back that it was me!! Sughar, Double Sughar, to be exact who made those adorable, and delicious cupcakes. Perhaps 60 is not too old to develop a cooking gene?  Granted I am not ready to take this up full-time—I will not be opening the Double Sughar Cupcake Stand next week. We just got a new bakery in town.  However, I am a pro at mixing a mean double bottle Similac for my boys.  They gobble it right up.  You can’t ask them about the truth of this yet—they are too busy napping after the gobbling. 

I plan to limit my cooking to things that aren’t too tried and true—if you do an unheard of recipe then they can’t say, “My Momma always puts ______in hers”, or “the last time I had this it was orange”.  A bereaved family doesn’t need any additional suffering from my kitchen trials.  I will tell you my secret to the baby Easter chicken cupcakes—use Duncan Hines—I didn’t do the from- scratch Martha recipe.

Speaking of chickens….The Pastoral Institute Advisory Board is selling tickets to our Chick-fil-a fundraiser. It will be May 20^th from 11-1 at Shawmut UMC.  The cost of the ticket is $6.  I hope you will kindly buy one in support of the services of the Pastoral Institute in this community.  If your place of business would like a signup sheet then we will make deliveries to sales of 5 or more.

Karen Erwin-Brown is the director of the Valley office of the Pastoral Institute.  She provides individual, marriage, and family counseling by appointment.  She also hobbies a booth at Bluffton Antiques in Lanett where her spring sale is 40% off your next treasure.  Call 334-768-2341 or email her at kerwin-brown@pilink.org.

 

 

Being Easter people

Just realized I only blogged once in April--whew.  Lent is a busy season at our house.  Duke Boy & I took a long nap yesterday.

Since photo uploading is a terrible unskill for me-here are some Easter shots.

On  Palm Sunday Duke Boy preached once, Thursday Duke Boy preached twice, Friday once, and Easter Sunday twice.  He also did a beautiful job throughout Lent of creating a worship experience with crosses, take away pocket remembrances, and on Easter a fabulous display of hydrangeas and a banner.  God's people who came to God's house knew that Shawmut people aren't just Easter people on Easter Sunday. The church also hosted a worship experience for the community on Tuesday and the hospitality committee fed lunch to a 100+ people.

 Today we are chilling--me literally on the porch--we have a garden to spruce up before our twin baptisms on May 26th. 

Two new traditions began in our family during Lent.  Friday night we hosted our first annual flashlight egg hunt.  Unfortunately Good Friday weather was predictably terrible so...we hunted in the house.  Emily, our girl winner, and only participant at this point due to 3 boys who aren't yet walking.  The boys spent time enjoying watching the giggles and screams of delight and possible monsters--only me standing in a dark corner watching---. 

Second new tradition was lunch with Hedgie Boy's side of the family on Easter.  There are bunches of cousins on that side of the family.  Another set of boy twins who have already mastered egg hunting and kickball, as well as others who will make sure they find their share of the eggs.  250 were hidden yesterday--only 249 were found since one had already made its way to the stomach of a cousin who was too old to hunt but not too old to enjoy one of the "real" eggs.  Of course, another Easter tradition of hugs, and giggles from all relatives over the latest additions to our family was an added treat to watch.  The boys did their part of shedding sweetness and light on all who had the pleasure of holding them. 

Easter wishes to all the Easter people who read my blog.  Hope you are basking in the glory of the Risen Lord and remembering to be Easter people daily. 

Rainy day in Georgia

Rainy season here on the Hooch. Praying for all effected by today's stormy weather. Little BW is curled beside me on the couch.  She hates storms.  Good news: our cars aren't yellow any longer.

Did church with my baby boys yesterday.  We sang hymns, did interpretative dances, prayed, and raised our hands over our hands.  Very ecumenical.  We even did some napping.  Just like church.
Just ask Duke Boy. 

Got to visit a pediatrician's office for the first time in about 15 years.  Maybe longer.  She was very kind and attentive to Hedgie Girl's questions.  I remember firing  her first pediatrician. He was very rude and condescending  to me one day after I had a particularly rough night with a child, who slept lousy for the first two years of her life. thus my "good baby" story.  People would ask about Hedgie Girl--"is she a good baby"  aka does she sleep all night?  My response:  "Well she hasn't robbed any gas stations but if you're asking does she sleep at night--No".  It was good to see a new generation of doctoring at work. 

Weekend weather afforded lots of good outdoor time--got some things planted and moved around.  God is now watering them.  Gardening is so much more fun than the treadmill.

Peace to all from the Hooch.

OMW and Double Sugharing

Old man winter is hiding under my porch. I know this because he’s already killed all the plants under the plastic area we created there to protected them from him. He must have decided he liked this new spot that offered protection from the wind and rain but still let him be his old freezing self.  This morning I can feel him giving off a chill as I sit listening to the rain come down as a type from my porch. He tells me that he’s gonna go soon, he’s just waiting to see if I’ve gonna plant any of that seed or that plant I got for Valentine’s—it’s a hibiscus and he thinks it looks tasty.  He can see it through my dining room window.    Those beautiful varieties of sunflowers of all colors and sizes that I order from Burpees are also known to him. They will look very yummy and tender if planted before Good Friday.  He knows how impatient I am for spring to REALLY be here.  OMW aka Old Man Winter has watched me drive past Ponder’s Nursery, walk through the Wal-Mart garden shop, and avert my eyes while driving up 29 in Lagrange past the nursery near The Pig. OMW does this to me every year.  He toys with me.  He knows I’m vulnerable.  I haven’t been to the front garden this morning to see if he succeeded in destroying my tulips.  They’d just put their little heads up this week.  I’d tried to encourage them to stay down and not come out.  They got the word that Angie Robinson’s tulips and daffodils were showing off down on Avenue C and got eager to get into the act.  Tulips are vain and deserve to be.  They are amazing flowers.  Angie’s are red and gorgeous.  Drive quickly past West Point Methodist and you will see them on the right in front of the green house with orange trim.  Her yard is always showing off something lovely.  Probably because she works in it to keep it lovely.  Hmmm….She has time …she only has 9 grandchildren and another on the way..I think that’s a correct #.

     Most of you probably know by now that I have two new grandsons.  Twins, yes.  They are double handfuls and precious.  They are already calling for their Sughar when I come in the door.  It’s so great to not have to share a baby with their Paw, aka Duke Boy.  OMW has made it easy for me to be an available Sughar and not have to worry about my gardening.  I’m looking forward to teaching them to pull a wheelbarrow, dig in the dirt, and eat blueberries from the bushes in the summertime.  I’m also hoping them will be excellent grasshopper catchers.  We have those huge black ones that eat everything in their path for several weeks every summer.  I’m sure you will hear many stories if I take the time to write them.  I may have other interests??

 

Sughar hits the Trifecta

Double Sughar trifecta this morning:

2 babies, 2 bottles and a double boppie.  If u are unfamiliar with a boppee it's like a hug neck hugger pillow but for twins it's a two seater.

Fed those boys at the same time--I am amazing for sure.  I even got to sip a little coffee that was in my Sughar sippee cup when we stopped to burp.  I didn't have to burp--just the boys.

Helped get the boys and their Momma out the door to their first party.  Got Thatcher all cute in his corporate tie onesie and he pooped his pants.  His Momma changed him again while I got his brother dressed.  Tomlin made it out the door with no poopee pants.  Not sure if he got to the party that way ?  The other choice is never leaving the house.  Ever...not a good choice but maybe one for sanity if only one person is doing this parenting thing while the other brings home the Similac. 

I'm not quite sure how my Mom got anywhere.  I was the last middle kid of 4.  My older sister was 5 and my brother was 4 when I was born.  My younger sister is 10 years younger.  There were no car seats when I was baby. Where did you put the baby while you drove if your husband or wife was at work?  I remember holding my sister in my arms in 1963.  I guess I just rolled around on the hot plastic seats in between my sister and brother.  Maybe I rode in the floorboard or in that cool back window.  I did ride a lot in the back window especially coming home from my Grandmother's house.
I didn't ever get my head stuck in the baby bed bars to my knowledge.  60+ years of life with little to no brain damage--at least not during the baby years. One day I'll tell the story of the dishwasher door. I don't think I have?  Like I said brain damage...

Lovely day here on the Hooch.  Glad to have time to share a Sughar thought or two with you. I'm loving Sugharing. Lots of fun.  Peace.

New life on the Hooch

Shazam..second day of spring.  Breakfast with Dex on the Hooch. 

My Dad's story of Gordon McRae over the speakers in South Dakota on a snowy morning in the Army singing "Oh what a beautiful morning" comes to mind.  Chilly, and amazing. "Everything's going my way."

new life in our lives

Looking forward to sharing some of this spring day with my new family.



 

Date night at the Pig--not an Erma pick

Sad to report that I didn't win the Erma Bombeck writing contest.  Good news is that I can put is on my blog now.... so here goes.

It's a Queen sandwich.

Shopping at The Pig.  Date night for me and Duke Boy with Queen Elizabeth, my Mom.

 Supermarket sweep without the prize-- between Mom’s buggy and Duke Boy’s.

 Duke Boy, my tall, handsome preacher who cooks gourmet, which is why he loves me.  I appreciate gourmet. He’s buying for the widow’s group lunch, his Mom, and our house.

 Check Mom’s buggy. 2 boxes of doughnuts, two pies—lemon and chocolate, a dozen cookies.

Mom’s getting wrinkled on the deli aisle.  She’s 87 and counting.

“Mom, you can’t take all that to the house!”

“Donnie (aka Duke Boy) likes pie!”

“He won’t eat that. He likes his own food. I, on the other hand, have your genes…and will eat anything with sugar.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get your “no weight gain” gene.” 

“Pick one thing from all that Mom.   You like doughnuts for breakfast.  Get those.”

Run back —10 aisles …help Duke Boy find pickle relish so Mom can make tuna salad with just a little instruction and celery salt. “Everything is better with celery salt.”

 Locate energy drink for Duke Boy’s mom. She’s only 83. She sips it while watching the Braves from her recliner.

Back to the Queen.  She’s eyeing the turkeys.  It’s early November.

 “They sell out, you know.”

“Let’s wait. “

“OK.” Sad face.

  “Remember we planned the menu and have limited freezer space. “

 Check buggy—ONE dozen doughnuts from the deli. 

Sprint to Duke Boy.  Get frozen chicken breasts…apples…  Check out.  Use the plastic to pay for three separate orders.  “Whose bill gets the bread crumbs?” 

The Mart-Up trip way worse.  The Queen said tearfully, “I feel like giving up.” Retail therapy time.  Need groceries for Duke Boy’s mom and us.  Left Queen in cosmetics.  She wants to look good when she “gives up.” 

Run to other side of Mart-Up for groceries—back to the Queen.   Three kinds of anti-wrinkle cream in buggy.  Less wrinkles=easy button at Pearly Gates.

Back to The Pig night…vigorously walk to the car with two buggies of groceries.

 Wait don’t leave yet. Don’t forget the Queen.

She’s not hard to locate.  Same aisle—other side.

“I knew I didn’t have long.”

“Only 52 minutes! “ 

 She tells Duke Boy about the turkey she bought. I nod my head, no, to Duke Boy.

 Arrive home, lots of little plastic sacks sorted.  Ours, Duke Boy’s Mom, the widows, and the Queen’s stash.

“Here’s your doughnuts, Mom.”

“I didn’t buy those. You wouldn’t let me.”

“Yes, Ma’am. You did.”

Later that night. “I need to know when you are going back to the Mart-Up.  I have some cream to take back…”

“Maybe you could just give it to me.  I think I’m gonna need it.”

Springing on the Hooch

Relaxing with Dex.  Watching Rock Man work.  He is never still.  Now he's widening my view by taking down an area filled with brush and weeds.  I got a little gardening in today myself.  Trimmed, broke, grabbed, tore... back my lantana sticks.  They are much lovelier in the summer.  Still smell all minty though--like licorice.  Oops just notice a pile that I need to haul to the road. 


Much more to be done but the flesh is weak today.  Rather save my strength to hold babies. 

Do love walking around with a cup of coffee in the early morning seeing what's coming up. 

Birds just amazing.  Bluebirds checking out our rentals.  We are slum lords.  Got 2 new houses that we need to stage but haven't  yet.  They will actually be clean and unchewed by squirrels.  Squirrels are lousy renters.  They chew out the holes so they can get their hineys in the doors.  Then they eat in bed and don't sweep.  They also don't go far on Saturday night for supper.  Usually just to my new pots of spring and summer flowers.  It's their idea of Ruby Tuesdays. 

Double N hanging out trying to get some feathered snacks.  Sad but true.  He was under my feet while I was de-lantanaing the wall.  I explained that all of me had fallen on my wrist before an if were him I'd get out of my way.  Can you say flat cat?

Enough news from the Hooch.  Time to hold babies.  I think I hear them calling their Sughar.

he's got his Daddy wrapped

Calling all Alabama teachers and friends of them

Twins are a beautiful thing.  Of course, it means you have to do everything twice unless your spouse, parents or friends are present. This morning I was sprinkled by Thatcher after he blew off the pee pee teepee. I've had a ball helping but...

 If you can't come to help with the twice part then there is still a way to help with these precious boys.

  Hedgie Girl is planning to spend some time at home with these boys and she needs your help.  If you are in the Alabama School System Sick Bank and would like to donate some days to help with her maternity leave it would be greatly appreciated. There is a form that has to be completed and if you send me your name and email address either in the comments here or on Facebook then I will see that you get it.  If you aren't a teacher and know one with a generous heart and some sick days please pass along this appeal. 

Adoptions require more than just your regular doctor visits, there is paper work to sign--in Atlanta, and other bridges that have to be crossed in the process.  We are learning this as we go.  All this extra is very worth it and we are very grateful to have double the joy in our lives. 

Thanks for all the love and support.  Keep it coming.

Peace on the Hooch.  Beautiful day too.

Good and twin tired

Blogging on back burner behind baby boys and baby holding.  Sorry.  I can't get enough of those cute little fellows.  They aren't identical but I still can't tell them apart.  They don't care. They just want to be snuggled and fed.  Getting their diapers changed isn't on their favor things list.  I haven't been squirted yet. A friend sent pee pee teepees which are hilarious so I've placed them on the strategic fountain areas.  Thanks GG. 

I'm one of those silly ole gps.  Just hangin out and holdin babies--twins ---so it's no lines and very little waiting. 

Tired .  Gotta rest up for another hard day of baby holdin. 

Peace from the Hooch. 

Selfishness??

It's the first Monday of Lent.  Sermon  on not being selfish.  In my Lenten study book story on grandparent holding baby to his heart to soothe.  This story doesn't help with my selfishness.  I could hold babies to my heart--all day! Confusing messages.  The written words were this morning.

 May have to go with the more recent messages from the Holy Spirit.
 How could that be selfish??

Hope all of you have opportunities to be unselfish this week.  Look for them.  They can soothe you too.

East Lake UMC  Birmingham, AL
Our family here from 1986 to 1993

Babies and sunshine on the porch

Lovely day.  Babies, porch sitting, great food, walking with Duke Boy.  Home to a comfy chair. 

Shawmut UMC Lenten service was wonderful.  You are invited to worship, Bible Study on Wednesdays and the Daniel Plan on Sunday evenings.  Take the time to examine yourself , your  relationship with Jesus, and with others . 

Time to see what The Good Wife is up to tonight.  Sleep tight.

Fun times on the swing shift

Swing shift--yesterday afternoon--today 5AM.  Snuggling with grands is a lot better than putting parts on cars--I'm guessing.  The only swing shifting I've ever done was waitressing.  It was much less fun than snuggling grands.  I appreciate all the cautions re: diaper changing boys--I was not targeted in the night.  Got to have some prolonged eye contact after our 6 AM feeding.  So precious. They were not sleepy.  Twins are like Six Flags without the rides.  Hedgie Girl is expert at the scoop with one hand to get them places. I tried out my skills while she was napping.  I did ok.  No babies were harmed on my watch.   

I must learn the Alphabet song.  Made up my own this morning.  I have the book upstairs--gotta find it. Very proud of the Hedgies.  They are doing a great job with their new family members.  They are having to figure out how to get some sleep in.  Paw and I gave them a little relief this morning so they could get a lion nap which is larger then a cat one. Paw even showed up with biscuits.  Sweet man. He is smitten.


Thanks to all who've been on their knees in the prayer closets.  Please keep it up.  It's working.
We are all grateful. 

Headed out to locate fingernail clippers.  Gowns with mittens, sox on the hands, ...their nails are so much prettier than mine.  and sharper too.  Baby bottles are the bomb now. So easy.  No air in babies tummies.  Thanks Dr. Brown. Did not have to do baby boot camp since they decided they'd eat.  Baby boot camp is were you get stripped to your diaper so you'll stay awake to eat.  Gotta eat.  It's on the list with sleeping and pooping and snuggling.

Peace from the Hooch.

How u make peace. Hump Day revisited.

How
u
Make
Peace

Hump day.  I got nothing.  Ok, not true... got this.  It is on my kitchen cabinet.  Hope this will help you with hump day.  Thanks, Lord.

STRESSSS

Watched "Captain Philips" tonight.  Very stressful but couldn't quit watching. 

U2 singing Ordinary Love at the Oscars.  Much less stressful. 

Another beautiful day on the Hooch.  Very unstressful. 

Here's to a stress reducing Monday.