All that’s beautiful drifts away like water.
Frank Sinatra
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Bourbon Ball Recipe
Dang these sound good! Reblogged from shirleysheaven.wordpress.com.
El Portal
El Portal has become our meeting and waiting place. Here one can have cafe y cerveza and watch the pageantry on el Parque Central.
Brother Kelly is a little tense as his eldest daughter’s nuptials near….
La Catedral.
Antigua First Impressions
Beautiful. 
Tasty. 
Family.
More to come!
Air Travel Haiku
I. All my bags are packed
My boarding passes printed
I’ll soon fly away.
II. Exhilaration
Of flights taking off never
Becomes a routine.
III. Rule one of travel
Never underestimate
Leg room’s importance. 
Peace, people!
Going, Going, Almost Gone
I suffer from a condition I’ve labelled calendar dyslexia. Calendar dyslexia results in dates and times being confused, reversed, and even forgotten.
For a couple of months now I’ve been planning my trip to Antigua, Guatemala. My airline reservations have been made and printed, and I have the documents neatly filed in a folder proudly stamped: “Guatemala!”
I’ve told everyone I know that I’m going to leave on Thursday, April 9. I’ve planned to pack for a trip that leaves on Thursday, April 9. A week ago I pulled out my itinerary to see what time my flight departs. Imagine my surprise when I read that my flight is scheduled for 7:10 a.m. on Wednesday, April 8.
After experiencing a brief out of body moment, I texted my brother to find out when I’d told him to expect me. Thank goodness I’d copied him on my original itinerary, so he wasn’t caught off guard.
All was discovered well in advance of the trip, so no harm, no foul. This time.
You see, calendar dyslexia has affected me on numerous occasions. Once I was visiting my son and his family in Keller, Texas. I’d told him I was flying home on Thursday. My daughter happened to call on Wednesday morning and asked when I’d be flying back to Illinois. I told her, Thursday the 12th. She got really quiet and said, “Mom, today’s the 12th.”
“No,” I argued. “Tomorrow’s the 12th.”
I didn’t have a smart phone at the time, but I ran upstairs and dug out my itinerary. Sure enough, my flight was to leave on Wednesday. In less than three hours.
I got off the phone with daughter and called son. Since I was babysitting his beautiful children I couldn’t just hop in a cab and head to the airport. He was at his office in Dallas and had to make haste to get home. In the meantime I bathed, dressed, got the kids ready to go and packed. We raced to the airport and I arrived just minutes before my flight.
There was no way I would make it. Except that someone was looking out for me (fools and drunks, you know) and the flight was delayed.
I’d provide other examples, but perhaps I’ll save them. My self-esteem can handle only so much humiliation at one time.
A Special Sort of Hug
Had to share this! From rachelbeingchatty.com
ANSWERS IN MY DREAMS PLEASE
An outstanding, thought-provoking piece by mikessteeden.wordpress.com. You really should find and follow him.
Just what did you put
your name to Harry?
Two blindfolded
Pin pricks
Upon an almanac
Two summer days
Picked out
For ‘Little Boy’ and ‘Fat Man’
To go skydiving
Nice touch!
Even if
In your own words
Those feral boys were
‘New and cruel’
1.2×10^5 frazzled
In an instant
Largely speaking
Airbrushed since
Time and God
On your side
Does that small thing
The look in
Harry’s eyes
Would, no doubt
Have been a sight
To behold
When he mouthed
That he had shortened
‘The agony of war’
Whose agony
was that then Harry?
If Harry knew Jesus
(I’m guessing he did)
I wonder if they
Had words
Maybe an accord reached?
The green light proffered
Or maybe, just maybe
A quiet chat
With The Begetter
A little reference to
The unforgiving
39 canonical books,
The Hebrew ones
Job done!
Easy peasy!
The old boy
Takes no prisoners
We…
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Skivvies and Zombies
Now, here’s a girl after my own heart. Be sure to check out Rachelswhims.wordpress.com.
The hubs and I have arrived late to The Walking Dead party. I never really had any desire to watch it until a couple months ago when the DVR was empty and AMC was having a marathon. Now the DVR is filled with, I believe, 33 episodes! I love it though. Last night we watched three episodes in a row after putting the kids to bed. We never watch 3 of anything in the same night. It was exhilarating! But we’re still only on Season 3, so please, please, please, no spoilers!
Anyways, we were watching one of the episodes where Andrea is screwing the Governor.
Oh…sorry any newbies out there.
But, right after their gross encounter of the naked kind, Andrea gets up and throws on some jeans and I can’t help but grumble, “Are you friggin’ kidding me?”
“What?”
“You didn’t see that? She’s wearing a thong.”
My husband always enjoys talking fashion with me, but he hushed…
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My Epic.
Ok friends, you MUST read this fantastic post from a blogger I follow! I am si in awe of epicgran.wordpress.com
One of my previous blogs documents how I came to ride our country’s and perhaps one of the world’s most famous mountain bike stage races, The Absa Cape Epic. That was nearly a year ago and I have yet to put down on paper the actual experience itself. I thought it was time to do so before my middle-aged memory gave up completely.
The race takes place over 8 days with the first day being a short prologue on the outskirts of Cape Town and from there we traverse varied terrain around the Western Cape until the grand finish at Lourensford, a wine farm approximately 50km or so from Cape Town. We chose not to make use of the tented race village but made bookings with various bed and breakfasts along the route. The race was going to be tough enough without having to queue for ablutions and sleep in…
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Praying for Eyebrowz 