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Nutty good fun

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Remember last week, when I mentioned Brewer’s Nuts from City Peanut Shop? Well, I did take a wee jaunt to their storefront; in addition to Brewer’s Nuts, I picked up a package of Pistolero Porter Nuts. Oh, my . . . they’re so good. So good!

If you’re looking for an Idaho-themed gift, or maybe something to munch on whilst watching baseball, I highly recommend.

In other news: I work in what’s fondly referred to as the big brown box. That’s a bit of a misnomer, mind you. Sure, the building is boxy and the exterior walls are brown–but it’s heavy on windows. With an atrium gracing the lobby, it boasts suspended walkways that jet out from a central elevator hub. That means, you can look down upon the people below whilst walking hither and yon.

The other day, for instance: as I walked back from the break room, I glanced down to see one of the plant ladies preparing to walk a tree through the automatic revolving doors. “Well, that’s impressive,” thought I (as I can barely time it right to get myself in and out without injury). No sooner had the thought flitted across my mind than I noticed the plant lady and tree trunk stuck, as in a fishbowl; the tree top, on the other hand, remained in of doors . . . it’s greenery flailing about in shocked dismay. I actually guffawed . . . out loud . . . with nary a soul around me.

Sometimes, it’s the little things.

As it happens, that’s what I wish for you–the little things that make for a grand weekend: treats, and laughter, and nutty good fun.

Happy weekend, my friends!

xo

Time to Par Tee

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Well, it’s time once again for the Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.

Sure, you may be like me the first forty-three years of my life, and pay it no mind. But do take heed–you just never know when you’ll marry someone who views these four days in April as something akin to Christmas.

That said, I’ve been brushing up on my golf clap and speaking in hushed tones. I’d break out my khakis and collared shirts, if only I had them (thankfully, the dress code for my couch is much more slack).

Now that company’s arrived, we’re down to picking up a few snack items (Brewer’s nuts from City Peanut Shop, anyone?). After that, we’ve no recourse, but to settle in and enjoy the show.

With that, I wish you a spectacular weekend. May you be surrounded by a few of your favorite people; may you be afforded the luxury of partaking in a few of your favorite activities. And when all’s said an done, may you find the hours so memorable, you can’t help but feel the champion.

xo

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Image: Golf wall decor from Burlap Print Art.

From me to you

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Ah, would you look at these beauties? 

They’re Peruvian lilies. If you want to get technical, you can call them by their genus name: Alstroemeria. They’re named in honor of Swedish botanist Baron Von Alstroemer who returned from a trip to South America in the late eighteenth century, Peruvian lily seeds in tow. Thanks to his introduction, they gained popularity in Europe and around the world.

It’s understandable, really. They’re such cheery fellows. My home is rarely bereft of a banquet or two. They boast a myriad of colors; and since they stick around for two weeks or more, I feel nary an ounce of guilt.

They also symbolize friendship and devotion.

Seriously, what’s not to love?

So consider this my gift to you. May you feel the warmth of friendship in the days ahead; and may you find the hours bright and lively–even if winter has yet to give in.

xo

To love and laughter

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Don’t you just this vintage postcard? Specifically, the wee note from Nelson to Rosy. Warms my heart, it does.

Of course, that’s the beauty of holidays: they give us a reason to spend time with those we love. And that’s precisely what I’ve planned for the weekend.

For one, we’ve invited our mamas over for corned beef and cabbage + soda bread. The same menu, a couple new faces. Yet more to warm my heart.

With that . . .

May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home; may good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam; may peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures; may all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours!

In other words, I wish you grand plans all your own–plans that include good food, the company of your favorite sorts, and the sweet contentment that is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

xo

The good life

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The other morning, after several failed attempts to rise my pathetic self from bed, I sighed (ever so dramatically) and announced, “I was never meant to work for a living; I was meant for high society.”

Dustin laughed.

It’s true. I’m about as far from high society as they come. Crazy hair aside, I find it most unnerving to hire someone to do a task for which I am fully capable; and I simply cannot abide by elite hobnobbery. As a matter of fact, the minute someone suggests I dress or behave in a certain fashion, simply to impress someone of perceived importance, I feel an overwhelming urge to pull a Lucille Ball and do the exact opposite: don denim overalls, rat my hair, blacken my teeth, and babble about like a hick from the sticks.

Still, I wouldn’t mind the free time–the chance to roll out of bed as I please; meet friends for tea; play a little; write a little; mark a few books off my list.

I guess that’s why us common folk  have weekends.

With that, I hope you find a bit of freedom in the days ahead; days in which to while away the hours, doing as you please. Just remember (if you live in the U.S. or Canada), we spring forward on Sunday. So do make the most of all the hours, to make up for the hour lost . . .

xo