Hot Fun in the Summertime!

We went to Mustang Island, Texas the 10th through the 14th. Saw some old missions and a few produce stands along the way and ended up in the Gulf of Mexico in Port Aransas.

After stopping for a gallon of Daiquiris, we hit the beach. There was a lot of social distancing that we paid for. Every umbrella and chair set up was 50 feet apart. It was mid-week so it wasn’t crowded at all. The waves were great except for a wicked rip current in the shallows.

Apparently, OU Boy is afraid of the ocean but went in anyway. Until a fish swam by. By nightfall, our bodies were beaten to death from surfboards, currents, and sun. I was asleep by ten!

We went to a few beach shops but they all had trump hats for sale and I let them know I would take my business elsewhere. Which I did. Back to my favorite store Roam Port. Picked up some gorgeous Swig cups and a Bibliotheque Paddy Wax candle in Louisa May Alcott. And lots of shrimp! I brought back a cooler full!

By  Saturday there was an hour-long line for the ferry! And no one had on a mask. So we pulled up stakes and drove home. We were sufficiently tanned and waterlogged and emotional. As soon as we passed the Texas – Oklahoma state line I burst into tears and sobbed like a baby. OU Boy pulled over at the one rest area in the state and was in a state!

What is wrong babe? I HATE THIS STATE SO BAD!!! Please just take me back to Texas and I’ll call Cynthia!  It was so dramatic.

So since then, I have been doing little work because I had long vacation nails to match my swimsuit and I can’t type shit! I did make this yummy Rhubarb Crisp with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream!

Stay Safe and Be Kind!

xx P

 

Happy Birthday, Momma! I Give You a Grandchild!

Today is my Momma’s birthday! Yes, the one I tell tales about. But this is a good tale.

I never know what to get her. She has everything, However, this one time, I gave her the gift of life.

I was pregnant and ready to have this mess over with. Momma had come to stay with me as I didn’t know nothing about having no babies. On June 6th I woke my husband up to tell him the bed had sprung a leak. It was a water bed. Turns out it had not. I had sprung a leak.

We got ourselves together and went to the hospital. A Catholic hospital. That is important because I was born in a Catholic hospital and my momma was still carrying a grudge against them because they told her that if she had complications their first priority was to save the baby. It was my first baby so I didn’t want to make a fuss so for 36 hours I screamed and cried and begged them to just kill me. Finally, my Momma spoke up and told them to get that baby out NOW! She threatened to take me to a real hospital. Finally, on her birthday, June 8th, they got that baby out! Happy Birthday Momma, here’s a baby.

I don’t know what I would have done without her. For months I was miserable. I loved my son but had no idea what to do with him. Thank you, Momma, for that and so much more. As for the said baby, he gave me my first grandchild. And don’t tell anyone, but he really is my favorite!

Enjoy and be safe!

xx P

HELLO JUNE! CAN WE COME OUT NOW?

I love it when a month begins on a Monday! All orderly and stuff. And the sun is shining and the pool is sparkling like diamonds. But the lawn guys are here so the allergy fairy is locking the doors and windows.

Wow, what a past few days we have had. It’s hard to believe this is the country my relatives fought for. Even though all of them were slave owners and relatively horrid people, I would have thought by now we would have all learned we aren’t “special”. That every human being is precious and worth protecting.

But this is what happens when you elect crooks. They lie, cheat, steal, and then like the psychopathic narcissists that they are they toss verbal and real grenades and then run away. It’s not just the senseless killing of people, it’s also the economy, the virus, the total lack of empathy in our orange man and his posse. We are fed up. We need an adult in charge.

OU Boy and I went to the OKC protests yesterday and there were rules. The organizers had a bull horn and you better not step out of line. When they left, the people on the fringe, who are always looking for a reason to act a fool, came in and acted a fool.

So take a breath and I’ll tell you a tale!

I received a text from my baby sister the other day. It simply said, “Your mother is a hot mess”. She’s “my” mother now. So I had to get the dirt. Turns out Momma asked her if she would shave her legs for her. Sister said, “NO, that is where I draw the line!”. Sidenote: That is nowhere near where I draw the line. So Momma proceeded to plop her tiny hiney on the edge of the tub to shave her own legs. First, she cut up her leg then slid off the tub onto the floor making her ribs hurt. Mind you, the first time we took her along with us on the sailboat, she slipped and broke a rib. We will never live that down. But we were all asking the question WHY? Why are you shaving your legs? Her answer was so she could wear capri pants. OU Boy kept asking WHO? As in who is she shaving for?

For that, we have to go a day earlier. She forgot to lock her front door at the retirement center and when she woke up from her nap on the sofa there was a naked old man standing there looking at her. I feel relatively confident it’s only the second time she has seen a naked man. But, hey, if it puts a pep in her step, who cares.

I hope that made you laugh. We all need to laugh. And I can always count on my Momma for a good one!

Love each other

xx P

 

Memorial Day in the USA

Monday, Memorial Day.

I am proud to say that I come from a long line of men and women who fought to get this country and keep it. From the Revolutionary War to Afghanistan, they have served their country. My Father, Uncles, brother, cousins, son, and daughter. Some came home mentally and physically damaged.

Today in the place that I currently am, they cancelled all celebrations because of bad weather. It’s Oklahoma y’all, it’s always bad weather. You know what isn’t cancelled? The Mall, the beach, the lakes, the parks, the stores and the Covid-19 Virus. Yeah!

I have to admit I didn’t realize it was a holiday weekend. Since OU Boy and I had the virus in February ( Thank you to the Chinese couple staying at our hotel) and it took 6 solid weeks for us to feel human. OU Boy did go to the hospital but his doctor filled him with fluids and sent him home. Since we both are immune-compromised we were able to get tests very fast. Now we have antibodies. Still, beginning in April we would drive to a lake with no one around and just be. No news, no negativity, no stupidity. Just peace. But then…

We had reservations at Ft. Cobb State Park and Lake. We love this area because it has a marina and a golf course. Plus it’s where the boat is. Due to the sickness OU Boy is only working 2 days a week. We have never had so much time together and I have to say he was about a day away from getting himself voted off this island! So regular hiking, swimming and communing with nature was vital, as I don’t want to go to jail.

 Why yes that is a buzzard eating an armadillo on a golf course.

So Thursday was great. Thursday night someone unleashed hell on us in the form of 45 mph winds, rain and hail. The living room portion of the tent collapsed in on itself and I just slept on. Friday we met up with the grandparents and went fishing on the lake, while also picking up burnt knees. Grandpa is not doing well so it is important to us that he squeezes every bit of fishing fun in that he can.

  

We said goodbye to them and went to our campsite. Turns out while we were gone every single site had at least 3 tents/boats/campers on it. It was insane. No boating etiquette at all and after the cops came, jetskis collided leaving one boy with an obvious compound fracture of the leg. Alcohol was involved. The music was a mixture of country, rap, and old rock. Then I managed to almost cut my finger off with a knife. The finger I need to unlock my phone! I turned around and looked at my hubby who immediately saw blood pouring down on the ground and he said, “Let’s go! Get that bleeding stopped and I’ll break camp!”. I’m just looking at the blood and thinking How am I going to use my phone? By the time he had everything packed, I had stopped the bleeding. Yes, I could have used a few stitches but what I had was Neosporin, Gorilla Glue and Duct Tape. My daddy brought up four daughters. We may act prissy but we are always prepared. So by 9 p.m., we were home and a huge storm hit the lake.

It was ridiculous everywhere we went. No masks, no social distancing, no precautions at all. So we decided we are Monday through Wednesday campers. Alone. Yesterday we just floated in the pool all day and now I have a burnt body. Yep, the entire thing. Today it is storming so I’m going to read. I hope you all have a safe day.

xx P

OCTAVIA TEA’S CHOCOLATE EARL GREY TEA ( Or How I Drown The Anxiety Fairy)

We had a ton of good books come out today! It’s a beautiful day and later there may be a tornado or two. Who knows?

In the lovely state I am currently in things have opened back up! Not every town. It’s up to the mayors. But the Governor, who is dumb as a box of rocks, speaks like Trump and can’t string an entire sentence together, is needing that oil and gas money! In OKC proper, our Mayor is letting the stay home order expire on Friday.

As we went for a ride in the car yesterday we saw things pretty much back to normal. Home Depots had lines out the door and massage parlors are open. Hmm… Redo your garden or get naked after a month at home. Nope.

I have been inhaling this Octavia Chocolate Earl Grey Tea. It is so mellow and the aroma is delicious. I had my window in the kitchen open and a neighbor walked by and asked what smelled so good. I’m using this photo for inspiration because we finally have a date to leave for Curacao! June 4th. Look out y’all. We shall return when this mess is over.

Have a great Tuesday. We are going to the lake with the bikes. Be Safe. Wear a Mask. Don’t piss off the cat, she’s ready for you to go back to work.

xx P

ON THIS DAY WE WILL NEVER FORGET

April 19, 1995.  A day that changed the country. A homegrown white boy parked a rented box truck in front of the Murrah Federal Building and a bomb detonated that left horror, outrage, grief, anger in a city that will never forget the ones who died, the ones who survived and all of the first responders who risked their own lives to rescue and recover so many people.

Domestic Terrorism. Killing over 168 people and injuring more than 680 others. It blew off a third of the building and the blast destroyed and damaged over 324 businesses in a 16 block radius. It was and still is the largest act of domestic terrorism.

The person responsible was arrested 90 minutes after the blast after being pulled over and arrested on warrants. He’s dead now.

In 1995 I was still in my Mississippi and this still shook my world. For OU Boy it was much more personal. This was a Federal Building. His Aunt Anne worked there and her daughter went to the daycare. Luckily, Heather was sick that day so Anne was home. Her husband, Kevin was with the OKCFD and was a first responder. I’ve never heard him talk about what he saw and did.

By the time I moved here after Katrina, the landscape downtown looked very different. Normally this day would be full of remembrances, church services and, the marathon. Not this year. OU Boy and I went yesterday to the site. A chair and a light for every victim. Items on the fence left to honor loved ones. The museum is closed but we went because we never want to forget what happened. What hate looks like. How 25 years later people are still struggling with what happened to them or their children.

This has now become the Oklahoma Standard. Coming together as one to do what it takes to care for each other. For my friends who were there that day, I love you. To the loved ones lost, I grieve and remember you.

xx P

 

Totally Winging It Right Now

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Monday morning sunshine! We saw so many baby ducklings over the weekend. We were able to get out to the lake and catch some sun and watch people having secret meetings and smooches while napping and watching the boats.

Since our gym is closed OU Boy bought me a bicycle. And I am in awe over how well he knows me. It’s Rose Gold with a cup holder and a phone holder with a small insulated cooler on the front. It’s got gears but I don’t know what they are for yet. But y’all it is so much fun! I went and bought him one! I tore that parking lot up! And then storms came. And they stayed a long time. My poor plants were being tossed around outside, but it is tornado season and this weekend my poor Mississippi was tossed! Luckily our fam is okay.

You can tell this forced distance is making us all loopy. I bought an Insta Vortex 7 in 1 Air Fryer thingy. It’s pretty. I made ‘fried’ chicken in it and it was delicious. No fat, no shrinkage, just yum. OU Boy made bacon yesterday and my house didn’t smell, there was no smoke or grease everywhere.

We played Dominoes, and Scrabble. I hate Scrabble. I am OCD. With dominoes everyone knows to keep the lines straight. Scrabble is just a new mess with every word. We played Rummy and I won. I always win. And now we are feeling 100 percent after 6 weeks and I’m bored AF! I’m supposed to be looking at outdoor furniture for the condo but instead ordered some shoes and shorts.

I don’t know about the rest of y’all but I decided I should try on my skinny jeans just to be sure I wasn’t eating my emotions…or too much cake. At first I was alarmed and then OU Boy told me I was still wearing leggings and bike shorts. Oh, well we may have lost some brain cells.

Today I’m washing all of the pillows. That is how bored I am. Could I be reading? Why yes, Karen, I could. But I finished the new James Patterson-J.D.Barker book,  The Cross -Country Murders, and it’s going to take me a few days to come down from that! Y’all know I love me some Barker horror. Combine that with Patterson’s experience and all I will say is September is looking good.

I tried to find a hobby. I have a basket full of crochet hooks and yarn. Turns out my favorite things are going out to eat, buying things in the store and touching my face. I haven’t discovered any new skills, I’m not baking anything because the gym is closed. Everything is clean. And this must be what prison is like. Trading sex for a ride in the car.

Stay Safe! Stay Sane!

xx P

A Sunday Visit from the Anxiety Fairy!

Good Morning, Sunday! While it was pretty frigid this morning, it’s warmed up nicely and the sun is shining.

This has been the strangest few weeks. We’ve had temperatures in the 90’s followed by a light freeze, back to the ’80s and then freezing rain. Even Mother Nature has lost her footing!

The thing that bothers me the most about this Quarantine thing is I never know what day it is. Everyone is home so it’s a bit confusing. By everyone I mean OU Boy. He’s been home 5 days now. It was on Day 4 that I sent him and all of his belongings to the hotel. I thought I wanted a divorce. Turns out I just didn’t want to hear him breathe while I tried to finish a book. By bedtime, he was home and this morning had to do the walk of shame at work to go get his meds! The bad news is he brought germs home. We both now have a fever, chills, aches and awful coughs. We just thought we were cured. Now we can’t taste anything or smell anything. I made some lunch and he said, It’s warm. We will find out tomorrow if we are dying or not. It feels like it. But then I whine a lot.

The word Compassion was on my mind this morning. People are getting downright mean! Our parks are closed and still, people are over there getting germs all over the equipment. Old ladies are yelling at people walking the track. Stop following me!!! Um, ma’am, it’s a circle. I’m trying very hard to be compassionate, I am, really. But I’ve discovered that when I’m sick, I’m rather testy myself. I’ve washed my hands with so much alcohol and soap that when I pee, I clean the toilet.

We’re going to take a nap now. Be Safe. Wash your hands. Don’t be a dick.

xx P

Books, Beans, Weenies and The Tiger King

Happy Saturday! I hope everyone is well. It’s been a bit crazy everywhere and we are looking for things to take our mind off the news cycle.

For one week I was in isolation due to my corneal transplant. The abrasion is now healed but I am still on antibiotic drops plus the anti-rejection drugs. Now I’m in isolation due to the virus. This is a nasty one. The fever, the coughing, the fatigue. Wearing those N95 masks is not pleasant either. They are hot and make your hair look horrible.

On the upside, my house has never been so sterile! It smells of lavender and Clorox bleach. There are tissues and bottles of sanitizer, alcohol wipes and spray and my inhaler and eye meds all over the coffee table which has become my nightstand. Some days are good, some are not. Yesterday was half and half. I cleaned all of my windows and screens on the inside and OU Boy did the outside, laundry and picking up of prescriptions. He said it was very somber and lines were marked six feet apart.

There was plenty of toilet paper and paper towels on the shelves. The numbers here double overnight. Last night we had an awful storm come through. Several trucks jack-knifed on the interstate. Two came to the hotel. As soon as OU Boy heard them say they were from New York, he bounced.

Besides making up really great recipes, we’ve watched The Tiger King. I swear we were not going to but we did. The first time I came to Oklahoma to see OU Boy’s Momma, I saw the GW Zoo. It was like right next door. Along with about 20 meth labs. I was not impressed and thought the zoo was nothing but a few cats in small cages and lots of toothless guys hanging around.

 

I think we have seen everything on Netflix and Prime. We have been really good at not going to the supermarket. We are still eating the soups we made. I’m drinking so much tea that OU Boy is hopeful I’ll make a dent in the amount we have stashed away like drug dealers. Also, I was so hot with a fever yesterday that I took the scissors and chopped off my hair. My TBR pile is 7 on NetGalley.

The way things are going we won’t be leaving for Curacao soon. We are so ready to go soak up some sun.

How are things in your area? Anything good you are watching? Or reading?

Have a great day and wash your hands.

xx P

 

It’s Friday! What are you reading?

It is Friday. And what a week it has been. We have had the plague, tornado warnings, winter storms, and spring storms. It’s been insane. I don’t know how it is where you are, but you can let me know.

There is so much uncertainty surrounding our health and what is or is not open. Our company laid off half of the staff. They can all get unemployment right away. Then this morning one of the housekeepers CAME TO WORK to tell us she had been at the clinic yesterday on another matter and may have come into contact with someone who tested positive.  People, DO NOT DO THIS! Last I heard they are waiting for the clinic to get back to them. Luckily OU Boy did not have any contact with her and when he heard she was there, he locked his door! LOL. But really, don’t do that.

The library is closed, there is no toilet paper or alcohol-based sanitizers. One of our favorite restaurants, Whiskey Cake Cafe’, put this on IG.

I called them right then and placed an order. We drove over and picked up our stash. Everything they cook is locally sourced so we know where this stuff comes from. We received a gallon of whole milk, 2 sirloin steaks, 2 whole, seasoned chickens, 6 hamburger patties, a dozen oranges, 2 dozen eggs and 2 rolls of TP. What a brilliant idea. They can keep their vendors busy while helping us all out.

I went into stress baking mode.

I made Orange Cranberry Muffins, Banana Muffins, Espresso Brownies, Vanilla Cupcakes with Chocolate Ganache, Peanut Butter Protein Balls and Lemon Coconut Protein Balls. I roasted both chickens and separated the meat, then made stock with the bones and skin and dark meat.  I sent it all to work with OU Boy for those who had children at home.

I have cleaned house with alcohol, I made my own hand sanitizer with 2/3 cup of 91% rubbing alcohol and 1/3 cup of Aloe Gel, along with several drops of Tea Tree Oil. Boom! And if you are out of alcohol, I buy Everclear. It is like 98%.

My eye surgeon is closing her clinic today, but I still have to go have my pressure checked on Monday. Hopefully, I will be out of quarantine after that. Which is just for my own protection.

I feel like this isolation is right up my alley. I work from home. I hate crowds. I don’t like real people very much. And I love stuff delivered!

How are you all holding up? Especially all of you book bloggers? Is that TBR pile going down any? I am at 10 books on NetGalley!!!

Stay Well, and read a book.

xx P