the devil inside
Okay, y’all – I swear on the Bible, I really think it was sugar withdrawal that had me so sad Friday evening. Because now I’m over it, and I feel freaking awesome.
Every time I stop eating sugar, it takes me about a week to kick the habit, and that’s the worst week ever. Last week I kept dropping things, stubbing my toes, typing the wrong words, mispronouncing words… But then, once that week’s over, I always feel really good and energetic. Then, I always say to myself, “Oh, my gosh. I must be hypoglycemic. No more sugar for me EVER, for the REST of my LIFE. I’m cured! Sweet Baby Jesus, I’m cured!”
And then, of course, I go to some party three months later and try a Polynesian sacred coconut tart or something, and then the downhill slide begins. Over and over the cycle goes. Until today. No more.
(Until Thanksgiving.)
Sunday was Bluebonnet Day
All on the sides of Highway 290, people were photographing kids, dogs, lovers, models, newlyweds and themselves in the mounds and sheets of the state flower of Texas.
The fields of bluebonnets were freckled with red Indian paintbrushes, pink Texas primroses and yellow coreo-pan… cor… okay, daisies. And the new, special red bluebonnets. (Redbonnets. Red lupines.) And some totally new maroon wildflowers that kicked ass. It was so beautiful, it made me happy just to be alive.
Right before picking up my kids, I bought a disposable camera because I’d forgotten to bring my digital. Right before it started to rain, we found a huge field of bluebonnets (and ants). We shot a whole roll. This fabulous couple of women took pictures of all of us together with our camera. Then I took pictures of them with their cameras. Then we drove all the way home. Can’t wait to see the pictures. Hope my hair looked okay.
Saturday was Effing Awesome Day
I hung out with my favorite cousin Randy all day, shopping and eating. Then, that evening, I hung out with my dad and one of my brothers, which I don’t do often enough. We took turns bragging about how we’re so bad-ass and we beat up people on the street. Then, later at night, I went out to the Main Street strip with Tad’s friends and we drank and danced til four AM. Five AM, counting Daylight Savings Time Warp. So I was happy.
Okay. That’s all. Just wanted y’all to know.
