Drivin' 55

Recap of the weekend... Although the Braves lost, we had loads of fun doing a little tail-gating at Turner Field.   I am hiding my Bud Light behind my son...don't tell anyone, K? Sitting atop Turner Field gave me an odd sense of vertigo.   But this little guy was worth the climb up to the tippy top of the stadium. The Braves did not steal any bases, but Jack did steal Uncle Steven's Braves hat!

This past week, Potts, Mimi and Jack went on our very own little field trip.  But first, let me explain just how "Potts" came to be named as such by our little Grandson.   It seemed as though, Grandpa was the last word to be spoken by Jack.  Rather, that word did not want to roll off the little guys lips.  So we began trying versions of such a title.   Our beloved close friend of the family, named Pops, was a man known by many by this name.  For years and years, we lovingly called him such. It was simple, really, let's have Jack call Hubby, Pops.  Such was the plan, however, the little guy had an entirely different plan of his own.   As soon as we enticed him to say Pops, out of his mouth came "Potts" (with the tiniest little lisp at the end).  So, Potts was born and will live on for eternity!  (and you thought we didn't think of you everyday) sorry, private message. Our field trip included a round trip ride on MARTA's train s...

I think I may be a bit lost... seems like my home was right around the corner... well, I know for sure I do not live HERE! Now we're talking!  Move over yellow bird... I would hate to be tipsy flying home one evening...all these look alike! This looks like the perfect little branch to live on... What else could one possibly need on this branch! Check out Mr. Daniell's web site at My Foul Intentions .  His work is adorable! Just keep flying!

Summer brings many exciting experiences but none other are as anticipated than our weekly visit to the Farmer's Market in Roswell, Georgia. As much as the market has grown with many new vendors, the customers have grown, too, causing the city to move the venue from the Riverside Park along the Chattahoochee to the municipal center. Yeah, not very exciting location, but I fully understand the need for more parking! Moss Hill Farm offers the freshest squash, zucchini and eggplant as most is either picked the night before or early early in the morning. I didn't purchase any honey, but I loved the yellow on yellow format of this cheery vendor's booth. The beloved butterfly bush! It is the closest to the native lilac bush from the Midwest. This trip, we were sans grandchild so no free flowers for me! This is one of my favorite booths at the market if you are in need of some fresh herbs or perennials for your garden. Shade or sunny location, they have just the right plant for...

Beach memory, June 2010, Marco Island. Gorgeous sunset. A man with a destiny with his water. Having lived in the South for more than half my life, summer vacations were always spent along the Gulf Shoreline. Panama City Beach, Destin, Clearwater, Naples, Marco Island just to name a few places. My fondest memories of the white sandy beaches were spending time with my family and friends. We went so far as to purchase a time share at Landmark Holiday Beach Resort just to insure we would always have a fun place to vacation. In all the years we owned there, we were only evacuated once for an impending hurricane. This year being the one we took our in laws alone, it was quite an experience for them. Granted, the hurricane was hundreds of miles away, so we took our time to get one last dip in the Gulf before even packing. However, my in laws, God Bless Them, were packed and ready to go, waiting for us in the lobby for a good 2 hours! Imagine how shocked they were when we finally did...

I cannot recall when I have had so many headaches. Seriously, it is insane. My expert opinion clearly blames the oppressive heat and humidity as we have now achieved 16 straight days of over 90 degrees. Today, trying to eat healthy, I prepared tuna fish salad over a bed of arugula and accompanied this dish with a fresh red apple. Sounds great right? Well, be advised never, I repeat never to chase your vitamins with a glass of iced tea post lunch. Not a very pretty sight. Where is my Moose Track ice cream? To hell with healthy eating. The wedding invitations are almost finished. OMG! I am so very pleased with this project. Little Jack is running a fever and feeling under the weather. He is supposed to sleep over at Mimi's house tomorrow night. I promised him popcorn and the movie Cars. Waffles for a Saturday breakfast. Hope you are better little guy! Now where is the dock?

Yesterday's blog mentioned the horrid heat, a dry Mother Earth and Banana Popsicles. Let me tell you what occurred last night between 9:00 P.M. and God Knows When... Sitting quietly at home, minding my own business, enjoying the banana popsicle I found in the fridge, I first heard it. Yes, could that really be thunder? Just to convince me, Mother Nature bombarded me with multiple evidence of thunder. Soon a gentle rain began falling. Soon the electricity began to flicker. Those having Directv know that even the slightest interruption of power causes every receiver in the house to reset itself. Annoying. Very annoying. Just as everything seemed to settle down and I was about to watch the evening news, boom, darkness! And do I mean darkness. No lights. No TV. NO AIR! Gah! So this morning, I got to thinking that perhaps if I blog it, "it" will come. Today being Wednesday (there is absolutely nothing wordless going on here), I will reference the Power Ball dra...