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Playing in the rain was on our Summer List.

So this week...we did. Rain in Tennessee minus tornadoes. Imagine that? It doesn't happen often so we jumped at the chance. In our pj's.



I got my hair "did" this week. I luuurvee hair day. High: My hair never looks better. Low: My hair never looks better.



Aidan is attending a free hockey camp this summer sponsored by the Nashville Predators. He is in hog heaven that boy. A natural. And it is so good to see him enjoying himself. Trying not to think about the fact that he has a $5000 mouth.



I've been running every evening when the sun goes down.



Tyler has been my partner. He rides. I run. He hated this picture. Said it made it look as though he's about to hit that mailbox.



We like to see these along the way. I'm totally not above running through them. It's hot as Hades here.



Wednesday night, on our way home from church, I was craving Starbucks. A mocha coconut frappuccino to be exact. BUT the Stanley Cup was on, and there were like "7 minutes left in the game" or something, so we HAD to hurry up and get home. So I had the next best thing. An iced coffee in my Tervis courtesy of my Kuerig. A little product endorsement for two of my favorite things. Your welcome. Even though you have no idea I exist. Oh and by the way see those blue toenails up there? They are mine. I do not even know who I am anymore. I may be having a mid life crisis. Not sure.
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I made this for lunch the other day. I think I spent 5 minutes just staring at it. It was so pretty I could hardly stand to violate it with my fork. I copy catted {Lord help that is not even a word is it?!} my favorite Strawberry Pecan salad at Longhorn. Minus the pecans. They aren't as has healthy as my almonds. Someone should tell the folks at Longhorn.



We also made these for dinner this week. Kabobs. That word alone makes me smile. Add sweet taters to the mix and I am one happy girl. We put brown sugar and marshmallow fluff in ours. I know. I suck the healthy right out of them.



Maggie received a plethora of manicure/pedicure supplies for her birthday last week. We had "nail night" this week and she whips THIS bad boy out. Her very own nail chart. Complete with name and sample of every hue in her collection. I have to be honest. I didn't know whether to be proud of her organization skills, or call the church to come lay hands on her. Organized people scare me. That needs to be a bumper sticker.



We also took a short camping trip last week. The teenager is not loving our camping trips as much anymore. He grumbles. A lot. I tell him to put his big boy pants on and get over it. He isn't too fond of my advice. But after I let him beat me a few times at Phase 10...



And I bake these... {strawberry pie}

There is once again peace in Hormoneland.



Maggie {speaking of hormones} has decided she like whittling sticks while we are camping. BUT she has also decided that she despises all flying or non flying insects that grace the face of the Earth.

As you can imagine the cicada invasion has just about sent her over the edge.

Just look at her...poor thing is whittling a stick into a Wal-Mart bag that is strategically strapped to her legs while sitting in our camper in the middle of June. There is something very wrong with this picture and I just know Andy Griffith would agree with me.

Post Cicada Invasion Stress Syndrome?





"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"