There is something to be said for giving in to an afternoon nap. No alarm, no noise. Just fluffy pillows and a flannel quilt.
This is a thing of beauty!
There is something to be said for giving in to an afternoon nap. No alarm, no noise. Just fluffy pillows and a flannel quilt.
This is a thing of beauty!
THE MOST DANGEROUS RISK OF ALL
THE RISK OF SPENDING YOUR LIFE NOT DOING WHAT YOU WANT
I woke at 1:30am and reached for my phone (bad habit, I know, but a habit non the less). My son had texted several hours earlier, with the link to watch him streaming. I’m sure the snipit of video I watched was recorded earlier, but there was my son, right on my screen. My bad dream washed away, my pounding heart calmed and moments later I was sleeping again. I love my boy.
I watched a video last night of Mayberry singing. The video was fuzzy and the audio was too. But there was my little performer putting her days events into lyrics.
I met Mr. Ferrell today hoping I could help him. He reminded me of my boy, so I knew I would like him. Next week, Mr. Ferrell is heading to Canada, he has an important interview there. An interview that he is hoping will change his life. As we chatted, I watched the enthusiasm on his face, I also heard the uncertainty in his voice when he asked me questions. I helped him locate his destination, find a darling boutique hotel close to his interview, I answered the questions and the concerns. I gave some Travel Momma advice and shared some great info so he can make this trip into so much more than just an interview. It was easy to get excited with him, and just as easy to be a cheerleader for Team Ferrell! He is in his mid twenties, and I hope the universe fills this young man’s bucket.
Good Luck Mr. Ferrell
We stopped in a little gas and sip type place needing a beverage along the way. They were out of my favorite colored can of monster, but they had an interesting tasty looking thing on a stick. So I asked Grizzly Adams what the interesting morsel was, and all I can remember him saying was Sticky Honey Chicken before I said Yes Thank You. He put it in a white pasty bag. I don’t even know how much it cost or exactly where we were…but what I can tell you is that this was no ordinary gas and sip food fare. It was AMAZING! Every bite was scrumptious! I will call this treat Sticky Crispy Honey Fire Chicken on a Stick! Go find it, somewhere off of Highway 65 somewhere between Tennessee and Kentucky!
Good Luck-