the weekly purge

I have a problem with over-organizing my life, especially my phone. Every night I have to delete all my messages and once a week I try to clean out my pictures. Out with the old and in with the new. Here are a few gems that are making their encore performance this week.

These guys were chilling all Fresh Prince of Bel Air style outside of my Pepaw's old shop.

I know exactly what you're thinking - what happened to his head. I assure you, I do not own a headless dog. But, I do happen to have a very loved one (code for overweight). We wouldn't have it any other way (and he is on weight-loss food). I'm pretty sure that packing the extra pounds Luke, the dog, has to carry around every day leads to the reason why he sheds so. Bald people blame their hair loss on their brain being too large. I'm just connecting the dots here people.

They love me, they really love me (code for they want my money).

Last picture for the day, the Beibster (we will cover his nickname on another day). It just doesn't get any better than that - all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. The grand opening of the blog, all of six days ago, the boyfriend (as seen below) was splashed all over the first post. He, naturally, was flustered at being exposed all over the intraweb. The very next day, he noticed he wasn't in the next blog post and asked why he had been left out. Seems his fifteen-minutes of fame vastly went to his head.

ambrosia of the gods

March 19, 2010 is the birth date of this obsession. It all happened on that lazy Wednesday as I sat in the front of the TV watching the Food Network. The best, worst channel in TV history. I'm pretty sure if the Food Network was a person it would be full blown lady cougar. First, she would lure you in with some mouthwatering recipe streaking across the screen making your stomach yearn for the flavor of that dish. Then she would manipulate you into thinking that you would ever be able to replicate that recipe knowing that she has twenty plus years of her cheffing ability on you. It's all a trap, catches you and forever changes your opinion of life. Okay, maybe that is a little drastic but at least you know how I feel on this matter. Now, back on the subject - the food that changed my life.

I was doing well; fighting my everyday obsession to have this food. Then last week while as I was putting along my blog feed, I spotted it. My eyes froze on it's beauty. My mouth watered imaging it's taste. The obsession had officially been resparked. I had been reshot by the cupid food arrow. All I could think/feel/see was fried black eyed peas. The caviar of the south. The ambrosia of the gods.

 

Maybe you don't have that loving feeling yet. Maybe it hasn't changed your life and filled all your hopes and dreams for that one moment where you finally get to enjoy their yummy goodness. I bet this will do it, watch this

BOOYA! I know you are sold now. And if you aren't, then you aren't American. If being a good American isn't your thing, then my next selling point will be a year full of luck. Use that New Year's Day tradition of eating black eyed peas (that I'm well aware most people despise) as your excuse. You may hate the peas but you can't hate the fried (America's obesity rate says so).

Next on the agenda, apparently, while I was lost in this whirlwind of life, the restaurant that birthed these babies, Relish, has closed down. *insert freak out mode* In my most adorable, flirty eyelash batting ways, I beg of you - find the long, lost, black eyed peas that my heart most desires.

TO FIND ME THE FRIED BLACK EYED PEAS

memory monday

Since today is Monday why not tell a Monday story. This is a blender story, a sad event turned happy (and yes, i'm making up my own usage for the word blender). I told you I would explain to you why my life has been so hectic lately so here it goes.

It is a known thing that with every passing day of your life, you're a day closer to your death. It is all part of the cycle that God puts into place the day he makes you. Whenever He is making you, (I always like to think of it in a Build-A-Bear type of way) He picks each unique part of you for reason. A reason that somewhere else in the world, someone or something will need to complete His life plan for it.

Two weeks ago today, my sweet Memaw passed away. Exactly 11 days before her death my Pepaw, her husband, died. The day of his funeral, Memaw was rushed to the ER. She missed his funeral. Even worse than that, days later when everything calmed down with her illnesses in the hospital, she didn't even remember his death. No one wanted to have to make her relive the moment of finding out her husband had passed away. Everyday she would mention things to us about him or things to tell him for her. With a smile, we would tell her that we would pass the message along.

The day before Pepaw's funeral, I sat in our den talking to Memaw about him. She started rambling (her favorite thing to do) about things that he always loved and moments that she would always cherish. Then she told me this story that will forever warm my heart.

Memaw mentioned asking him a few weeks earlier what he wanted to do that day. He told her he didn't want to do anything, that he just wanted to sit there with her. He just wanted to sit there and look at her. So for the next three hours they sat in silence looking at each other. No one talked, neither of them wanted to. At first I thought it was just a sweet memory for her. Then I realized that was the last time they saw each other. People talk about always savoring the last bite of their favorite food. They did this in their own unique way - they savored their last living memory of each other. Sixty-seven years of laughs and tears; sixty-seven years of memories.

Heaven has two special angels now. Two angels that have touched my life beyond measure. I hope that their story has touched yours. You only get one chance at this Monday, so live it like it is your last.

cheers! {clinks glasses together}

Yeeaahhh we made it to the weekend. No, literally I didn't think I would make it to this point this week. I'll harp on all that next week. Now on to the goods. Every morning I wake up and immediately turn on my iPad and jam out dancing around the bathroom. In my mind, I think I look all different kinds of cool but in all actuality looking back on my sensational dance moves, I'm pretty sure I run a close resemblance to someone having a convulsive back spasm. With that being said, enjoy... 

Last night I asked Joseph to bring me a glass of water. I never know what he hears when I talk to him because he readily admits to tuning me out 90% of the time. But this "glass of water" is something even better than his normal. This is what I received-

Amazing - that is what I like to call spunk. Never a dull moment with that kid. Now on to the next topic for today which is actually a topic of yesterday now that I think about it. It's February - the month of heartfelt love notes, boxes of chocolates, heartbroken girls ranting all over Facebook.  That's what I was prepared for but instead this year's February decided to bring this

Yes, that is a thermostat set on cool with the temperature gauge reading 75. Seventy-five. Someone better find Al Gore and tell him to get back on the bandwagon of global warming. Thankfully, this February heatwave decided to come after Valentine's Day. I can't even imagine the catastrophic meltdowns that would have occurred when ladies were given not only the wrong chocolate they had previously told their lover they wanted but also completely melted. I'm pretty sure the noise from all that yelling would have given Tiger Stadium a run for it's money on the largest amount of noise produced. 

This little guy was waiting for me in my doormat yesterday. In the brief moment I knew him, I named him Indiana Jones. Judging by his size, I decided it was an appropriate name given all the obstacles he is going to face in order to survive in this over-sized world. Peace, love and lizards.

shoe blues, mav blue that is

Shoes. No matter what a girl says, she loves shoes. She might not know it yet, but soon enough she'll realize it. I know this because I was that girl. I haven't yet cracked my full shoe swooning potential but I'm guessing I'm on my way. Now with that said, let me share with you what spurred this thought. With no further adieu, ladies and gents allow me to introduce you to...

For those of you know me well, you know that no matter what my brain is going to find some strange way to connect whatever I'm currently seeing or thinking to something else. And this site landed me straight on Khloe Kardashian. I am not a Kardashian super fan. I can't even say that I've steadily watched their shows. This, however, can't be said for Joseph. I've come home countless times to find him sprawled out on the couch watching Keeping Up the Kardashians or whatever Kardashiwho show is on. The best part of all is after a few minutes of small talk, I always end up discovering that he has been sitting there for who knows how long watching back-to-back episodes. He, my friends, is a fan. And he also is going to kill me. I figure what better way to break in the blog than to go ahead and expose him to the wide world of the intraweb by being blogged about. (hey there beibsy!)

Now back on the subject. Tell me you couldn't see those shoes on Khloe. Sitting there, all courtside cheering on her hubby with her Mav blue Birkin bag wearing matching Mav shoes. Sadly, Herstar doesn't make Mav shoes yet. Maybe Khloe could be their burst out the bag celeb client. Who knows, if it happens, you saw their connection here first. You're welcome Khloe.

Now, for all you lady sports-fan enthusiast out there you are in luck. They also cover the NFL, MBA and drum-roll please........ NCAA! I can't wait for next football season to see all the Bamabelles out there strutting around in these babies. Roll tide, roll! (note: I am NOT an Alabama fan)