You may not remember my butter dish obsession, but I did whittle the many contenders down and ultimately ordered from Lee Daniels Pottery on Saturday, 9-20. Cost was 28.00 plus 11.30 shipping and I received my lovely butter keeper yesterday.

As you can see, it’s just beautiful and very well made.

Sometimes the gallery function aggravates the hell out of me… like right now. If you click on a thumbnail you’ll have to click again for the original size! Sorry…!

I miss my Mommy. Not the Mom of my teens and adulthood, the Mother I couldn’t seem to understand until it was too late. No, I want my Mommy. Especially when I’m sick, and I imagine myself a little girl again, curled up on her lap. That just makes everything better.

As a food lover, I miss her cooking intensely; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, meat loaf, pork chops, pot roast… Mac and cheese. She made macaroni and cheese from scratch, with cheddar cheese and milk and butter and pepper. I want that today, so bad. Can’t find a comparable recipe, tho.

Not surprising that I was a chunky monkey until high school when I decided to stop eating more from revolt and inward demons than any peer pressure. Nobody cooks like my Momma, which is what I called her. Even now the word scores a direct hit on my heart.

Like other stupid children I almost blamed her for cooking those delicious meals that made me fat. As if I were the only person she cooked for. As if I couldn’t stop eating.

I told you I never wanted to grow up. And unfortunately I don’t think I ever really did. I wish I had it to do over again.

Not blood of my blood, but heart of my heart. Momma.

While walking Bree this morning we came upon the nice woman who gleefully yells ‘Collie’ when the dog comes into view. I decided we’d accompany her for a stretch since the lady -is who disabled- was moving at a good clip with the aid of a walker. Or maybe she was just using it to scare the squirrels.

I’m glad for the opportunity, as it tickled her no end that Bree was walking with her… and I got a little bit of her story. Not enough to really know who she is but so much that I now admire and respect her.
Seems at one point the doctors told her that she’d never get out of a wheelchair. Never walk, talk normally, never cook again, never do anything. And she said to them: ‘bet me’.

I think this is what happens when you trust in yourself and God? Doctors only know so much; we have to do the rest. This woman is a walking, talking testament to her will to live, really live. Alright, so she yells Collie, talks about squirrels, tire chains and Dr. Pepper a lot, but hey… we all have our issues.

Strangely shaped stalagmite?

Ice swimming in Diet Root Beer. I just thought the piece of ice beautiful. Because I’m sick that way, I guess.

Entrecard is being auctioned off on Sitepoint right now.

We can only hope good things come from this…

UPDATE: Graham has decided not to sell!!!