Catch up - Julia did not use ketchup

It's been a while since I've blogged . . . so catching up is in order. As I mentioned in my April post

my first great nephew, Hodges,

went to Indiana for daughter's graduation from college

family came to Florida for vacation 

bought a new house

went to the 2012 PGA Championship in Kiawah Island, South Carolina

 to marshal at hole number 12

got up close to the players, particularly the winner

cooked a feast tonight in honor of Julia Child's 100th anniversary of her birth

and a granddaughter's birthday! Happy Birthday, Natalie!

 

New news

Family news this past week put some excitement in our lives! The birth of a great nephew, two nieces becoming engaged and a grandson back in U.S. port after six months at sea. Traveling this weekend and next month a daughter graduates from college!

Top o' the mornin' to ya--Happy St Paddy's Day!

We're going to a Renaissance Fair today and leaving shortly to go to the other side of the state. So . . . for St. Patrick's Day here's wishing . . . May your beer be green and your bread white and not vise versa (to quote my dear friend, Peggy, who's not Irish) and,  may your dance be more than a jig! Live, laugh, love . . . each day.

One Little Word--intentional

Two of my favorite authors, Debbie Macomber and Ruth Ayres (of ruth ayres writes and Two Writing Teachers) who have for many years chosen a word to focus on during the year. My word for 2012 is intentional. I have many 'good' intentions but I often fail to follow through. Instead of making a perfunctory New Year's Resolution, I'm determined to focus on being intentional. Being intentional about blogging is a start as my last entry was nine months ago at least. Intentional. I will be intentional which also means I will be disciplined. This is my first step and I feel good that I got out of bed to make this post. Now that's intentional!

Spring has sprung

Up until just a couple of days ago it was still rather chilly--42 degrees. That's chilly for Florida this time of year and in spite of the cold, spring is here. While I miss the distinct seasons of the midwest, especially spring when the daffodils bloom for Easter along with the pussy willows, crocus, hyacinths, I'll enjoy my lone amayrilla and blooming confederate jasmine with its intoxicating scent. One of these days I'll get used to the growing season here and plant more than just an amayrilla!

A Blended Life . . .

. . . when two very diffferent lives came together as the spinning of dissimilar fibers together into a unique yarn for a one-of-a-kind creation. We're a blend of families, friends, careers, origins and other contributors when two become one.We've just returned from Princeton, New Jersey, where my husband went to seminary and began his calling to the ministry over 30 years ago--we've been married for half of those years. Now we're on the cusp of blending in another way--he's going to retire from full time ministry to half-time ministry and I will continue to work full time. Maybe he'll greet me at the door with a blender of margaritas now that he'll have some "spare time." That will be refreshing. I'm already looking forward to it.