What does summertime mean to you? To me, it’s all about grilling. Oh the sweet memories of dancing with Brother Dear in the smoke emanating from Dad’s charcoal fueled Webber.
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If It’s Tuesday Olé!
Every single day should be celebrated. Monday is mellow. Tuesday is spicy. Wednesday is wild. Just as every moment within a day is equally special. Every breath, every thought, every beat of our hearts. All things are possible because He loved us before time began.
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Today is Brown Bag It Day and National Wine Day. Hum, guess some folks will be brown bagging it even if it is a Sunday. For me, it makes no difference now that I am retired.
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Last year we skipped the whole garden thing. When we moved into our house, the prior tenants (actually several tenants back) had built raised garden beds in the side yard. Over the years, the beds began to rot and fall apart.
Continue reading “Just Another Beautiful Day”Now That’s a Little Different
Here we are at a Wild Card Wednesday. Gotta love Wednesdays, when anything goes. So why not Mexican Oven Fried Chicken? My guys loved this. Great for finger foods, game night, or a less than traditional Taco Tuesday.
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Hey there – do you know what time it is? If you live in America or one of those other countries that has time change rules, it’s time to use up all that daylight we’ve been saving since spring. Yeah, saving daylight is over.
Continue reading “Sunday Nachos and More”Wow – Chicken Taco Enchiladas
As Hubby and I walked the aisles of the grocery store, he with the shopping list in hand, me looking over our choices he noticed that we had Enchiladas on the menu.
Continue reading “Wow – Chicken Taco Enchiladas”Rosa Parks and Wild Card Wednesday
On December 1, 1955, during a typical evening rush hour in Montgomery, Alabama, a small, unassuming woman took a seat on a city bus. She was black, and as the law dictated, she walked toward the back of the bus, finding a seat in the 11th row. She could not sit in the first 10 rows. Those were reserved for white riders only.
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