Where did Samantha find the time?

Good Golly Miss Molly....

Do you remember how cool Samantha Stephens was....

Man.....that girl could cook,

clean,

organize,

re-arrange furniture,

garden,

drive,

care for Tabitha,

and handle

that crazy husband of her's, Darin,

all with a twitch of her nose....

GIRL!

that is what I want to be able to do!

Conjure up a fabulous

house,

dinner,

outfit,

well....

life!

With just a twitch.....

And then I too

would have the time to play

"Solitaire"....

Yeah right!

Nope not me...

if I could do all that...

Darin would have been history...

and the Fab Four,

the Monkees,

AND

the Beach Boys

would be living

at my house.

Who needs a twitch?

All I need is my imagination.

smiles.

This is what I am so grateful for....

My sweet son...

No.....

 this is not a current photo.

This little boy is now 21 yrs old.

He is visiting a hospital bound uncle today.

So... I do not get the pleasure of feeding him way too much food.

But

I am blessed.

He is a good man.

He is actually one of the most caring

and interesting people I know.

(of course my opinion only matters to me)

I am fortunate to have been

assisted in raising him

by his wonderful dad,

my patient parents,

and

dozens of fabulous teachers

who have over the years

encouraged him

and

me.

While...

his dad and I are not married now,

and haven't been for over 16 years,

we have tried to bring him up

without seeing our disagreements.

(his father is actually better at this than me, my guess)

We have been blessed in return

by having a son that is

better than either of us

deserve or could wish for...

I know that this may sound like

I believe I played a major role.

not true.

I know that

the most I can take credit for is

having made dinner,

cleaned clothes,

had a few parties,

and

basically tried to act like an adult.

(sometimes worked, and others....well)

This is what I am grateful for today.

How about you?

What are you grateful for?

I would love to hear from you...

smiles.

Happy Day.

Tastes from the past....

enjoyed today....

This morning brought a breakfast flooded with memories..

It all started with a visit.

Several days ago,

a sweet lady named Anne

came to see me...

she had a photographic need..

that I am in the process of filling.

But what she brought for me

is pertinent here.

She brought eggs.

Eggs from her farm,

her chickens,

her effort,

her loving care.

These eggs were purposely saved for Sunday morning.

As they are special.

And

when I took my first bite....

I remembered....

being a child,

waking up to the smell of bacon...

toast,

grits,

fried green tomatoes,

biscuits,

honey,

oh my!

These were REAL eggs.

I had forgotten what a real egg

tastes like.

How sad....

I didn't even know,

really...

that I had fallen into the same trap

 that we all have fallen into,

at one time or another.

The trap of convenience.

The neighborhood chain store,

that brings us everything we need.....

or does it?

Maybe not.

As these eggs reminded me,

Eggs have a taste.

They are not bland.

Not real eggs.

I think I will ask for the photographic bill

to be paid in eggs...

smiles.