I ART NOT TO BE WITH THIS GROUP...

Mar 17, 2017 by

Remember the song on Sesame Street that went “One of these  things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong….”.   That’s me with my artsy friends.  I’m the sore thumb—-the one that clearly sticks out.  The closest I came to being an artist was when I took Art 101 in college.  I really wished I would have paid attention to those slides on the wall which, unfortunately, were right after lunch and provided an opportune time to nap in the darkened room….. I’ve even taken an art lesson with some girlfriends.  Those show-offs.  So what if all of theirs looked like the goblet with fruit and mine looked like an inverted German helmet on a pole.  No matter…….someone has to be the swisher (that’s what you call the worst...

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ONE IS SILVER AND THE OTHER GOLD...

Feb 8, 2015 by

                                                           Make New Friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other, gold.   Yesterday, I met my friend, Teri, for lunch in Fredericksburg for lunch at Vaudeville (you simply must go).  It was the perfect storm.  A beautiful day, divine food, and being with a dear friend that I’ve know since my Kerrville days — ummmm, that would be over twenty years, ago.  How I have stayed friends has been a really challenge.  Teri is this little bitty petite thing, the epitome of cuteness, and on top of all that—the sweetest person you will ever meet.  Yes, it’s really nauseating, but I’ve held in...

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OKAY, I GET IT……

Feb 1, 2015 by

It’s really yucky outside—rainy and quite cool.  So, here I am, sitting on the sofa, watching a golf tournament.  Cue the screeching tires.  Whhhhaaaattttt??? Am I not the person who used to say watching a golf tournament is like watching a hair cut?  Yes, mam.  And now, not only do I watch it on the tube, I actually play it.   Obviously, I am a late starter but the interesting thing is the hurdles I overcame when I decided to take it up.  My first goal was to be just good enough so I could be like those obnoxious golfers that come into the bar after he and his buddies have played a round.  Not really.  And by the way , golf does not stand for Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.  Anyway, back to my...

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