Well.. it’s been a while

Good morning readers! It has been a great while since I have spewed my thoughts unto this space for all to enjoy.. 3 Months to be exact.. A LOT has changed since I was last present..  and that’s an understatement! After 8 years of lying dormant and never expecting to have another, we are now expecting! Our Son will be 9 just prior to our delivery. Not only are we expecting, but we are expecting TWINS!! I know.. crazy unexpected! !  wait.. let’s rewind.. back to the pee stick… there are 2 lines, faint? Is this a mistake? Is this so??  Let’s try it again! The word says what?? PREGNANT! ?!?  Ok… this will be alright.. oh lawdy. How’s this gonna work?? But in the end everyone was Happy 🙂  Fast forward to our first prenatal visit.. 6 weeks preg.  Is there a viable baby in there? I reliable heartbeat? WHAT?!?! 2222 reliable heartbeats?! “This must be some sort of mistake.. Are you sure?, can you check again please?” ” we only ordered 1″.. As the ultrasound tech looked at me in all certainty and assured me we were having twins.. And Identical twins at that!! Oh wow.. we have to process this. I had to call my husband who had left to go out of town the day before.  “Wait.. 2? Twins? ” He asked. “How great!” He said!  Well then… here we go on our journey of a lifetime.. 

Next order of business… going to see the specialist. We have a high risk form of twins and we need to be watched closely the twins and I. Fast forward to present day. 16 weeks later we are having Identical Twin Girls and so far.. everything is on track! 🙂 Here’s to the future and our ever so changing lives.

Growing not 1 but 2.. 

 Happy Days Ahead


5 minutes makes a difference…

6:23 a.m. Rushing in every way I can, I turn the corner and run into the dog trying not to trip over my own two feet.  I make sure the laundry is done and hung, dishes washed and drying on their rack. Oh don’t forget to pack lunch, a honey turkey sandwich on whole grain bread, strawberries, a tangerine, 3 soft batch chocolate chip cookies, a small package of white cheddar pop corn, and a blue gatorade to wash it all down.  This would be an acceptable lunch for my morning / afternoon commute of daily door to door salesman armed with a stethoscope, the BLUE DEVIL foam pad for balance, and an array of physical terrorist moves sure to keep any patient at arms length… faking yet another of their best colds, however… this belongs to my beloved son.  I’m, lucky… if I get a cup of coffee or hot tea in, headed out the door, and trying not to end up with caffeine for my daily look as I spill it  down my grey mundane mom leggings and best work out shirt while running for the car.   6:52 a.m.  “Have your backpack?” I yell, “what about your book, oh wait, here don’t forget your lunch!”  Where are those dang keys?? !  “oh Mom, I have them!” and off  we go.

Five minutes makes or breaks you at this time of the morning.  Rushing around the curves, but oh so careful as we don’t want to roll over while we long contemplate whether or not to take the “short cut” and put her in (SPORT MODE)…. That is the question of the day!  Pushing her around the bin and over the speed bumps, one bump at a time x’s like 50… and we arrive just in time to see the slew of traffic coming with just enough space to slide her in between the dump truck and the person driving 40 when clearly the speed limit is 55.  Hit the gas and away we go!   “Oh shoot, it’s 7:03 a.m.  I think we missed it.”  The radio hasn’t been touched yet this morning as we made our way down the raceway.  I turn to the station and quickly realize we are in luck, the show is running just a tad behind, and we place our hands over our hearts as the pledge of allegiance plays over the speakers, followed by a slightly chilling rendition of the National Anthem.   Slowing now to a crawl, we approach the school zone.   However this is not where we are going, just passing through.  And then we’re off again.  I look out over the water… To the left, salt water, with an anchored boat and some pelicans flying near by or perching on the power lines.  To my Right, the lake, water smooth as glass, with a reflection that makes me kick myself for not having my camera handy.  “oh well… I’ll take some pictures later on”.

Finally we approach the school.  Making it after all, 7:15 a.m. Thank goodness, he’ll at least have 10 mins to walk with his friends before the bell.   Slowing to a stop,  I have learned to be careful to watch for all those people who don’t pay half the attention they should when crossing a busy road with precious cargo in tow, but hey, what can ya do.  “Put your book down baby, we are here” I say as we near the drop off line.  The place where children look like rockstars and their parents anywhere from suites and ties to just rolled off the bathroom floor after a night of heavy drinking.  Speckled with “helpers” to assist the children out of their seats and on their way to their daily dose of learning about “nothing ” as my son informs me on a regular.  Standing  there with coffee in one hand and waving us to the front of the line with the other, like a traffic control person without lights.  “Uh, hello, we do this every day.  !”   Anywho, ” I love you! Have a wonderful day !” I advise as he gathers his things and heads out the door,” Do good on your spelling test! , I know you will!”.  “Love you too Mom, have a good day”.  He closes the door and then pushes off towards the walking track to be left to the charge of some questionable, however mostly respected and trusted parties for the rest of the day, until I arrive after a long day at work to pick him up.

-Rushing always-


My Place of Peace. . .

I live in a place where most tend to vacation.  White Sandy beaches, beautiful sunsets, the glistening of crashing waves and the sounds of serenity..  But in that very place my world is surrounded by the every day of hustle and bustle, ins and outs of the unseen, the everyday non glamorous normal life and then it’s time to escape. Escape to a place where time comes to a slow, crawling even to a stop at times.  A place where there is that same hustle and bustle but for me the unfamiliar faces and curteous gestures that paint a place of the unknown.  Even if just for a long weekend, or a day or two the peace is worth the sleepless drive, and exhausting trip for those 24-48 hrs of retreat! With calm and steady, no schedule and lots of love ! Naps during the day and beautiful scenery that displays mountains and mole hills alike in adventure and fun, and tranquility in one.  Lending me it’s beauty while restoring my soul for just a bit longer. 

-In my Happy Place-


My Oh My Peach Pie


Summer time treats take me to a time of my childhood, when life was easy peasy, where I could run and play, climb trees and catch lightening bugs.  Simpler times, playing in the sun, laughing with my friends, and being completely and utterly unaware of the hardships of life.  This recipe takes me back to that time.  Growing up in Georgia, We always had plenty of peaches around.  Sweet, juicy peaches, the ideal of satisfying, summer refreshment, aside from lemonade of course.  So I’d like to share with you this delectable Peach Pie recipe..   And also, the recipe for your crust! Light and flakey! and Oh sooo tasty!!. 🙂



For the Crust-  (this recipe uses a food processor to make your crust)

  • 2 1/2 Cups all purpose flour
  • 1 Cup unsalted butter- cut into small pieces
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 7 Tablespoons of ice water
  • 1 Tablespoon apple cider vinegar



  1. Combine flour, salt and butter in a food processor, and pulse until mixture resembles course crumbs.
  2. Stir water and vinegar together in a small bowl.
  3. Pour half of the ice water/vinegar mixture into the flour/butter mixture and pulse to combine.  Pour remaining ice water mixture and pulse until just combined.
  4. Pour dough out onto a lightly floured wooden surface, and form into a ball, divide and pat each side into a flat disc about 5 in across.

cover with plastic and refrigerate x at least 30mins or longer.

I must admit, had never made homemade pie crust before this, and was a bit intimidated.. however this turned out to be so wonderful. Light and flakey, it stayed together, and was just perfect.  Credit for this crust recipe goes to Chef John here-

For the filling

  • 1/2 Cup of sugar
  • 1/4 Cup packed brown sugar
  • 4 1/2 Cups of sliced peeled peaches ( I used fresh peaches, and used 7 good sized peaches)
  • 3 tablespoons cornstarch
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt
  • 2 teaspoon of lemon juice ( I used fresh from half of a lemon )
  • 1 Tablespoon butter



  1. In a large bowl, combine sugars; add peaches and toss gently. Cover and let stand for 1 hour. Line a 9-in. pie plate with bottom pastry; trim even with edge. Set aside. (I used a homemade crust recipe for this but you can use store bought as well).  Drain peaches, reserving juice.
  2. In a small saucepan, combine the cornstarch, nutmeg, cinnamon and salt; gradually stir in reserved juice. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Remove from the heat; stir in lemon juice and butter. Gently fold in peaches. Pour into crust.
  3. Roll out remaining pastry; make a lattice crust, or you can just place the pie crust over the top,  Trim, seal and flute edges. Cover edges loosely with foil. Bake at 400° for 50-60 minutes or until crust is golden brown and filling is bubbly. Remove foil. Cool on a wire rack.

Credit for pie recipe goes to:


  • Before I filled my pie crust with my filling, I sprinkled “crust dust” all over the bottom (equal parts of all purpose flour and granulated sugar) to keep the crust from getting soggy!
  • I also brushed the top of the crust (prior to placing the foil on) with an egg wash for a beautiful golden color!
  • Pair with vanilla icecream and you have yourself a wonderful treat! Enjoy!

Hope these tips help in your baking adventure! 🙂

This recipe is just fabulous and takes the cake when making a delicious desert that everyone will love and keep coming back for more!

-Enjoying this tasty treat-


Wanderlust Soul.

She filled the room full of charm,

as she sat alone through the storm,

the storm of her life,

as she carved away with a knife.

and through the struggles and fear,

whether, far or near,

Although her sweet sweet sound,

she would spread all around.

Like butterflies and gold,

with, her wanderlust soul,

she would smile as she’d say,

I love you, Always.

And through the pain and the tears,

the memories and the fears,

she would hold her head high,

and smile her sweet sweet smile.

Loved and Adored ,

she kept, moving forward,

lending all her trust,

knew it, she must.

how the tears would flow,

how this heartache would go,

Enjoying the life she finally could live in,

While making her way up to Heaven.

-Missing you my dear friend-


Unexpectedly … the expected happens.


We live in a world full of  uncanny things, beyond our recognition sometimes.  Things happen and we don’t know why.  It’s hard to understand the life we sometimes live. People come and people go, here and there, to and fro, and every once in a while someone will stay, stay in your life, close to your heart.  Maybe close by, or separated by distance, you may talk every week or just now and then, but you know the love and friendship, the bond you share picks right up where you left off.  I am one very lucky girl, because I have a lot of those people in my life, people who are close to my heart, and in their own way, make my life complete.

You can never prepare for the loss of ANYONE… be it a family member, a friend, a loved one of any kind.  Even if it is expected, the news comes unexpectedly.  Right in the middle of LIFE… Ball games, frustration, fun times and stress, work, and school, just trying to hang on one thread at a time.  Life is unfair, and as you try and sift through all the emotions heartache brings, you realize that the joy lies in remembering the good times, and the funny ones, the fun times and the positivity that always shined through.

A friend of mine passed away today. She lived up north and I down south, we didn’t talk every day, and with what she was going through, really not to much at all here lately, but when we did, we picked up right where we left off. We have been friends for a long time now, we worked together many years ago.  She understood me, and I her. She had this vivacious love for life, she was a hopeless romantic, and a kindred spirit.  She loved a happy ending and had a heart and soul bigger than this world.  She loved people, and had this way of making others smile. Her road was tough, most of her life in fact, but she was loved by many.  She has been fighting a fight for many years now, and lost her fight tonight. She was consumed with sweet words for others, and love for all those she met, and as much as they said “any time now”, it seems to be the hardest thing yet.

I don’t know if she knew how I felt, she was like a soul sister, an angel who brightened my day. And I can only hope that she knew that all of those who she touched with her words, her kindness and her soul, they held her in their hearts until she finally let go.  Tell those who mean something to you, that you love them, make sure you take the time to stop , even when life happens, and let them know how much you care!

Through the tears, and the hurt and pain, I see your smile, and know you are happy once again.  Soar high with angels my sweet friend, I love you now, and will until we meet again.

-Oh to see you fly among angels-

-with tears streaming down my face-