The Original Chex Party Mix
It seems like Chex Party Mix has been around forever but annually celebrates a resurgency every fall around football tailgating gatherings and family holiday times.
It seems like Chex Party Mix has been around forever but annually celebrates a resurgency every fall around football tailgating gatherings and family holiday times.
It’s Baylor Homecoming Weekend so let’s celebrate hospitality!
“Come on in. Rest a Spell. Have a drink. Eat a bite.” I want those edicts to permeate all the rooms in my home whether they are inside or outside rooms!
Fall is on our doorstep which in butterfly life means that the great Monarch Migration is underway and gardeners are anxiously waiting to see if they planted the right flowers to nurture these butterflies on their trip to and from Mexico. Just such a plant is Butterfly Weed.
Somedays, you get an unexpected gift plopped right in your lap. That’s exactly what happened to me. The gift was an eight-month-old bundle of cuddles. I’ll call him Timmy. He’s one of the babies I keep in our church nursery. He had been running a slight fever, so the day care asked his mom to come and get him. That’s how I got my present for the afternoon.
I’ve grown basil in a pot. I’ve grown basil in the corner of a raised bed. But recently, I planted a tiny 99 cent seedling in the flower bed at the side of the house.
This is my second blog about anxiety this month. Maybe September is making demands on us as we try and get back into the groove of school and work after vacations.
It’s the end of summer and strawberries are on sale in the grocery stores and farmer’s markets. We all have our favorite ways. of eating strawberries whether straight out of the basket, or as part of a complicated recipe.
I found myself jumping to a worst-case scenario again this week and chased a runaway thought down that proverbial rabbit hole. I was concentrating on the feelings evoked by my errant conclusions framing my crazy “what-ifs.” Feelings come and go, yet when we’re tied up by them in the middle of an anxious roller coaster ride, they suck us up, distorting reality.
On the news today, I heard a word that made me laugh out loud. . . “sanguine.” I love collecting words and sentences, so this one popped right out at me. The word morphed into a blog idea. So, with a big grin on my face, I grabbed one of my trusty spirals to quickly write down my thoughts before my brain cell spasms quit spazzing!
Some days are breathless, just like the end of a hot, record-breaking, parched, and dusty Texas summer. I feel claustrophobic from the suffocating stresses of life.