55 Years Later

 55 Years Later… and We’re Still Showing Up! ❤️

This past Saturday night, Sam and I attended our 55th high school class reunion, and what a special evening it was! It’s hard to believe 55 years have passed since we walked across that graduation stage. Some things have certainly changed since then—our hairstyles, our waistlines, our eyesight, and possibly our ability to stay awake past 10:00! 😂 But one thing that hasn’t changed is how much fun it is to get together with people who share so many of the same memories.

Our graduating class had 68 members, and we were so happy to have 21 classmates in attendance. Considering it has been 55 years, I’d say we’re doing pretty darn good!

One of the most meaningful parts of the evening was our memorial table honoring the 19 classmates we have lost through the years. Seeing their pictures and remembering the young faces we once knew was a tender reminder of just how precious time really is. They may no longer be able to attend our reunions, but they will always be a part of our class and our memories.

Of course, you can’t have a proper reunion without food, and we certainly didn’t go hungry! We enjoyed a delicious BBQ dinner, followed by a sundae ice cream bar. At this age, we may be watching our cholesterol and sugar, but apparently all medical advice is temporarily suspended during a class reunion. 😂

We also had a silent auction to raise money for our class, which added a little friendly competition to the evening. Nothing brings out determination quite like seeing someone else write their name underneath yours on something you’ve already decided belongs to you! BTW...I won the bid on a nice basket of homemade sour dough bread, sour dough crackers, cookies and granola.  I was happy to bring all these goodies home with me.  

Then came BINGO—and I’m happy to report that all these years of experience paid off because I WON THE VERY FIRST GAME! 😂🏆  I may not remember where I put my phone five minutes ago, but I can certainly recognize B-12 when I hear it!

There was plenty of visiting, laughing, reminiscing, and probably a few stories that have gotten a little better with every reunion. We talked about the people we were back then, the lives we’ve lived since, our families, our adventures, and all the years that somehow passed much faster than any of us expected.

Sam has on the blue wig.... sitting next to me...

Not sure what he was doing...definitely not looking at the camera..lol

At our age, a class reunion isn’t just about remembering high school. It’s about being grateful that we are still here to gather, still able to laugh together, and still interested enough in one another’s lives to keep coming back.

We were once just a group of kids trying to make our way through school, with absolutely no idea where life would take us. Fifty-five years later, we’ve traveled many different roads, experienced joys and heartaches, raised families, lost people we loved, and collected a lifetime of stories along the way.

And for one Saturday night, we were classmates again.

Maybe a little grayer. Maybe a little slower. Maybe needing our glasses to read the Bingo cards. 😂

But still laughing.

Still remembering.

Still friends.

And very thankful for 55 years of memories. ❤️

Here’s hoping we all keep showing up for many more reunions to come!

Me...having a little fun while getting the event set-up on Saturday morning...

I am on the planning committee along with my dear friends Joyce, Vicki and Susan...  For me, this was another BUSY weekend.  

More of the decorating crew. ⬆️

Loves to you all...

Shug....

** Oh....and I must tell you....Not to brag or anything, but I was the youngest class member there!!  Whoop Whoop!!  😂

Three Loaded Vehicles and One Dorm room..

 Well, it’s official—Mylee is moved into her dorm! ❤️ And apparently moving one girl into one dorm room requires approximately the contents of a small department store. 😂

Sam and I headed out with a car packed with just about everything you could possibly imagine. Her dad followed with his truck loaded down, and Mylee’s car was stuffed full too. Three vehicles. One girl. One dorm room. You do the math. 😂

Now, I should probably clarify Sam’s role in this little adventure.

Sam was my riding companion.

That was his job.

He rode there.

And once we arrived, he located himself a nice comfortable chair and settled in while the other four of us carried, unpacked, arranged, rearranged, organized and tried to figure out how everything from THREE vehicles was going to fit into ONE dorm room.

Apparently Sam had been promoted to Move-In Day Supervisor. 😂

And I have to give him credit—he supervised beautifully.

By the time we finished, Mylee’s little space had gone from dorm room to home away from home. Her bedding is soft and cozy, her pictures and colorful touches make it feel like her, and even the sweet fragrance from a plug-in made the whole room smell fresh and welcoming.

This girl came prepared right down to the smallest detail, too. Even her nails were painted in her school colors! 💜🤍⭐️ Now THAT is commitment!

Once everything was in place and we had admired our handiwork, it was time for Sam and me to head home.

Of course, a long day of supervising and decorating can make a person hungry—especially the supervising part—so we stopped for something to eat along the way.

And WOWZA.

The food was absolutely delicious!

But before we even got inside, we spotted something that definitely deserved a picture—a towering Christmas tree covered in PINK FLAMINGOS! 🦩🎄😂

Because apparently flamingos celebrate Christmas too.  🤷‍♀️

It was one of those funny little things that just made an already good day even better.

The best part for me, though, was having Sam along. He enjoyed getting out, taking the long ride—which almost made it feel like we were off on a little vacation—and getting to see exactly where Mylee will be living and beginning this new chapter of her life.

 We are excited for everything that is ahead of Mylee, at the same time, we are wondering how in the world the years went by so quickly.

We left Mylee with a cozy room, pretty nails, plenty of belongings, prayers and, hopefully, everything she needs.

We came home with three much emptier vehicles, full stomachs, tired bodies and very full hearts. ❤️

It really was a good day.

And Sam?

Well, after all that supervising, I’m sure he was exhausted. 😂❤️

He was a trooper though...not one single complaint.  

Moving Day....

 Saturday was kinda like a bittersweet day around here.  

Back in 2006, after my mom passed away, we built a smaller home for my dad.  It sits on the back side of my brother's property. This was the perfect location for us to be able to take care of him.  He used the same drive way as my brothers, and there was a sidewalk going from dads house to my brother's house.  

My dad passed away in 2017.   

Both of the houses sit on about 13 acres of land, with a big pond out back... With all of the mowing  and taking care of things around the place it had become more than my brother can take care of. He and my SIL are having some health issues and this was making things harder for David.  

To make a long story short, my brother and sister-in-law listed the property and it has now sold.  This place is the perfect set up for the buyers with having two homes on the same property.  Their daughter and her family will live in my brother's home and the mom and dad will live in my dads home.  

This past weekend was moving day.  Not only did we move my brother and SIL, but we had to move all of the stuff out of my dad's house as well.  I say we...but I only helped with packing and unpacking the boxes and smaller stuff.   

My brother had movers come to move the furniture and the packed boxes....   It was so very bittersweet to see this part of life's journey come to an end.  I have so many memories of the days I spent taking care of my dad in this house.  

It will be okay though...Change happens and new memories are made in different places... One of the biggest things I will miss is the RED Christmas lights that lit up every year on his (my dad) house.  He always had red lights on the house at Christmas...

Who knows....maybe the new owners will do the same.  

And this my dear friends is the NEWS from my weekend...

Sweet Blessings!!

Shug....

Dog Days of Summer

I know I have talked a lot about the Texas heat this summer, but I thought I might add one more post about "The Dog Days of August" — Texas Style 🤠☀️

Bless our hearts… we have officially entered the dog days of August right here in Texas.  When I step outside it feels less like I'm just going outdoors or to the pool and more like I'm opening the oven door to check the biscuits. 😂

The grass is begging for mercy, and the cicadas are carrying on like they’re being paid by the decibel.  The pool has the kind of visitors that I don't really like to welcome..WASP and YELLOW-JACKETS.  They are thirsty and are in need of a drink.

By noon, the steering wheel is approximately 475 degrees, the seatbelt buckle is considered a branding iron, and nobody in their right mind is touching a black leather car seat wearing shorts.  Thank goodness that my car seats are not black....

Truthfully, we don’t ask, “Is it hot outside?”

We ask, “How bad is it?”....😳

My grand-dog "Lucy" looks at me like, “You  go ahead and go outside. I’ll hold the couch down.” 🐶

The sweet tea is flowing, the ceiling fans are working overtime, and the air conditioner has officially become the most respected member of the household. The thermostat stays on 72 and by the time the evening sun is straight above us, it is struggling to stay at 72. (I think it prefers the morning hours)

And the Texas humidity? Honey, you don’t walk through it—you wear it. Hairdos surrender. Somedays I just pull my hair up into a ponytail and thats it...Honestly, it's everyday during the summer.  Makeup waves the white flag. And any plans involving the words “outdoor activity” are immediately reconsidered or rescheduled.  

But somehow, we Texans survive it every year.

We complain about the heat, pray for rain, sit under the shade tree, swat mosquitoes big enough to have Social Security numbers, and remind ourselves that cooler days are coming.

Eventually.

Probably.

Maybe by Thanksgiving. 😂

August—when the sun is blazing, the tea is sweet, the AC is humming, and Texas is reminding us once again that she does absolutely nothing halfway.

Shug....  🥵

*The dog days usually span from July 3rd to August 11th ..... however, this year they have decided to stay a while longer...