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The Guy Can Cook

Who knew?

Before he left for his mission, I would have bet good money that he didn’t know what ginger root actually was. Imagine my surprise to find him in the kitchen peeling and mincing the darn stuff.

And his way with yellow pepper was lovely to behold.

Dude. We’re impressed.

Next, he took some of these…

stripped, spiced and pan fried…

added his pretty vegetables…

and mixed it all together with hot pasta.

It was incredible.

Just think…a handsome man who can cook…

and give a great back rub.

Priceless.

Yes, yes.

It’s soooo good to have him home…

for a lot of reasons!

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Picture This…

Our sweet Jillian took a surprise trip to England last month to visit her dear friends Sarah and Hilda. It was pretty much a hush-hush sort of deal because she was planning to meet up with and totally surprise Dane in the airport in Georgia. We didn’t tell anyone that she was even taking this incredible trip to make sure that word didn’t accidentally slip back to Dane somehow and spoil the surprise.

Anyway–she took some amazing photos that I need–yes, need–to share with you guys. Remember how our family just got finished reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula? Well, our gal went to the actual place where some of the scariest stuff in the book actually happened…for real. No, I mean it.

Yes, yes. Sometimes I have a teeny, tiny bit of trouble distinguishing between reality and…fantasy. It’s a struggle.

In the book, one of the character–named Lucy, is being sucked in–ha ha–by the count himself. She starts wandering around in her sleep/trance, in the town of Whitby. These are the very stairs she climbed up in her creepy white  gown in the middle of the night. Can you just picture it?

Her dear friend, Mina Harker chased her up these very stairs to try to stop her from meeting the nasty old Count Dracula again. Oh, he got her anyway.

Are you getting chills yet?

This is the very seat that Mina and Lucy sit on–in the incredibly creepy cemetery–to rest and chat a bit. I know I’d certainly want to sit in a really spooky cemetery for some nice, relaxing girl talk.

Yikes.

This is the very path they walked on while Lucy–unbeknownced to Mina–was slowly being turned into a vampire.

View from the middle of the incredibly creepy cemetery. The very one.

Ooooooh-hoohh!

Now, I’m too scared to speak…

so I won’t.

Jillian says:

“Pointing out to my family just how cool this run down Whitby Abbey looks. It’s PERFECT for the Dracula city of Whitby. I highly recommend that book by the way. One good thriller!”

Go ahead. Read Dracula. It was fabulous and scared the heck out of me.  Then come back here and see if these beautiful pictures don’t just make you shake…like…

me…

the scary book wuss,

 

 

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Olive Love

This moment…

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Have a good weekend!

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Summer Fisheys

One summer, when I was little, my dad bought a swimming pool at Sears. Just like that. Came home one day and said, “Let’s set up the pool, shall we?” None of us kids had a clue what he meant but mom had us stay inside for a while–a long while, so he could set it up in peace. Then of course, once it was up, it still needed to be filled. I remember thinking, “How big of a deal will that be? Just fill it up!” Like maybe it would take twenty minutes or something. This pool was pretty big–as far as backyard pools went in those days, and it took about a day and a half to fill it with the garden hose. We kids kept running out side to see if it was full yet.

At one point my dad got annoyed and said, “Quit running outside every five minutes. It’ll be full sometime tomorrow.” But my mom said, “Oh, let ’em go. They aren’t hurting anything. They’re just excited.”

It was nearly full the next afternoon and then we learned that there had to be some kind of chlorine solution put in it for 24 hours before humans were suppose to poke a toe in the water. SHEESH!

It was complete and total torture for a 6 year old. Then finally, finally the day came when we got to climb the latter and plop down into our very own swimming pool. I don’t remember ever even getting out again. Suppose I must have. But it felt like all we did that summer was swim…and turn tan…and swim…and get very blond…and keep right on swimming.

One day momma came out and said, “If you don’t get out sometime, you’ll turn into a fish!”

From the looks of this picture–that was fine by me.

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Tee Time

This moment…

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Have a good weekend!