Archive | March, 2012

Beautiful Thursday, Beautiful Survivor

I just returned from spending a week with my Aunt in Florida. We’re close. Legend has it that when she saw me lying in the warmer after my birth, she became overwhelmed with happiness and tears. The first thing that came to her, and in the form of a tender whisper, was the name Kimberlee Joy. Okay, none of that is true except that she named me (she still smiles when she tells people that). I remember her taking me to see every one of the Apple Dumpling Gang films and being the aunt everyone wanted to be with. She enjoyed spending time with me then, and she still welcomes me home now.

There was a time when we …

Another BEAUTIFUL THURSDAY!

I’ve been excited this entire week because of today’s blog. It’s Thursday and someone needs to know they’re beautiful.

As for me, I had big plans to WOW you with my abilities this week. First I considered the sweet lady who sells The Contributer (a local newspaper that gives homeless and formerly homeless people a source of income) and who I pass often. I was going to buy some extra newspapers and then tell her how beautiful she is. Unfortunately she hasn’t been at the intersection of I-65 and Harding all week so that idea tanked.

The next best thing? A nursing home. I wanted to drop in, stick some flowers into the hands of someone who hadn’t had any …

Show Me Your Scar, I’ll Show You Mine

I have scars.

I got one recently after I cooked lunch for some friends. In the rush to have everything on the table at the same time, I burned my hand as I took bread out of the oven. It didn’t hurt until the next day. A puffy little blister, sore to the touch; I knew it would leave a mark.

There’s more. If you look closely, you can still see the faded triangle between my left calf and shin from the fifth grade when I tried to officiate a fight between two German Shepherds. On my other shin, there’s a scar from when I slid down a concrete bench in the 11th grade. I can still see where …

BEAUTIFUL THURSDAY!

 

 

Today I am starting something new. Maybe it will trend. Oh, yeah that’s it; you’ve got to use the right language if you want anything to catch on now.

Whatever. (No, make that Whatevs. That’s how Sophie would say it.)

I recently stalked looked at one of my friend’s albums on FB. I was so surprised by one pic that I immediately private messaged her with, “There are few women in the world that can show up * , but you did by 1,000000000,0000000 degrees. I just needed to tell you once again how absolutely beautiful you are!!”

[* She was standing next to a well-known person but all names have been removed to protect

This Bud’s For You!

On the way to the bus stop this morning, a thought occurred to me. It’s early March.

The blossoms are not supposed to be out. It’s not right.

Mother Nature hasn’t given the sprouts on the Bradford Pears permission to make their entrance yet.

But they’ve decided differently. Just look around.

I took these pictures for those who have found the courage to bloom, even though your season says,

“Not yet.”

Who cares if you’re older than you’ve ever been. Who cares that you’ve never been here before.

It doesn’t matter. Something is calling you out of your old season. You’re not late, not even early.

You’re right on time.

This bud’s for you!

Lemon Chicken

Here’s another one of my go-to meals. When I make this my kids always say, “Yum!” And, I like when they’re happy. I usually have a few chicken breasts lurking somewhere in the back of the freezer and I always have fresh lemons on hand. If you’ve got these two key ingredients, then you can pull this simple recipe together.

You will need:

At least four skinless, boneless chicken breasts

Butter

Seasonings: Cavender’s Greek Seasoning, Salt, Pepper, Oregano, Parsley

Garlic

Freshly squeezed lemon juice

Better Than Bouillon chicken base (If you keep fresh chicken stock on hand, you can use that. I’m impressed if you do.)

Before you get started, throw some more chicken in there because this makes great

What Happens If There’s No Fireworks? My Retreat Wrap-Up.

The retreat weekend started with a bang. Maybe a howl is a better adjective. We were supposed to drive up on Friday night but due to the tornadoes and storms, we waited until Saturday morning. It was an agonizing verdict that taught me a lot about decision-making and just how difficult it is to get five women to agree on anything.

We decided to take one car, another huge decision in itself, and to meet at Christy’s where we would all leave together. There would be no early escape for me, no matter how hard I tried. I prepared to leave my house at 6 a.m., quietly and without drama, until I couldn’t find my keys. I had to wake …


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