I always wished I could do things with my mom like shop in the mall, share makeup secrets or go to the movies and watch romantic comedies. My wish never materialized. My mama behaved like a tomboy. She loved baseball and pitched with a strong right arm. She could care less about the latest fashion or the latest movies featured on the big screen. She never polished her fingernails. One day after elementary school, I walked into the house to find my mom all dolled up in front of the bathroom mirror, foundation crème, powder, eyebrow pencil and rouge all over the counter sink. “Who are you?” I asked, thrilled to see my mama putting on the Ritz. Makeup in place and blotted, she immediately took it off. “I don’t like the way it feels,” she exclaimed. She retired in Arizona and protected her dry lips with a light rose lipstick, the color of natural lips, a step above ChapStick. She wore it a few tim...
Hey sweetie, I have really missed you. I love you.
ReplyDeleteOh yum!
ReplyDeleteI do believe I'm supposed to weigh 190 pounds, Mary. I love to cook; and I love to eat what I cook, or what anyone else cooks too.
Thanks for sharing such lusciuos fare!
Hugs,
Kathleen
Mary, I didn't remember that you had a cooking blog. I checked it out though and it looks like you have some good recipes to try.
ReplyDeleteI finally got on the treadmill today so maybe I can indulge a bit.
Hugs to you,
Debbie
Hiii .... glad to see your blog, I am a blogger Indonesia. Welcome stranger!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm such a slacker ... never realized you had another blog, Mary! This looks so yummy!
ReplyDeleteFor sure, I'm checking out your offerings with DH -- he's the chef in our household, while I struggle to boil eggs. :)