Wordy Wednesday

....because sometimes "wordless" is just no fun.

I have a list of things that I must confess:

1. I made a 9x13" pan of pumpkin cake with delicious pumpkin pie filling on the bottom and sweet cobbler and walnuts on the top, and I intend to eat the ENTIRE thing.  My husband is a pumpkin hater.  I'm a lover.  I will finish it all even if I must eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next week.  Amen.

2. I have rough, ugly, boy hands. They are chapped, unmanicured, calloused and wrinkled.  I have the hands of a 65 year old cowboy. The only thing pretty on them is my wedding ring. My husband dated me despite the fact that my hands were as rough as his were.  I grew my nails out once for my wedding 10 years ago because I had a suspicion that the photographer would want to take a picture of our hands with the rings on them.  But it was all a big fake.  It felt like those glamour shots women used to get when they were so made up that they didn't even look like themselves. I hardly recognized my own hands. I think the photographer photoshopped the pictures. The very first day of my honeymoon I cut my nails off and I started to feel alive again. In the past I've tried everything from olive oil to udder balm to improve them, and I've even tried exfoliation, but the results are short lived.  I'm doomed to have hands that snag panty hose every time I wear them....which is almost never. I'm contemplating painting them, but I'm worried that they will look like John Wayne hands with nail polish. You know what...I don't really care about my hands.

3. What I do care about is my hair.  I'm a believer in the saying, "The bigger the hair, the closer to Jesus."  My hair has been in various stages of bigness since I was old enough to use a curling iron.  Some of my old Jr. High and high school pictures make people laugh, but I thought I was soooooo cool.  It takes a whole lot of hairspray to make hair a work of art.  I must make a hair appointment soon to maintain my volume before my big hair goes flat.

4. My blog has an identity crisis. One day it's spiritual, one day it's culinary, one day it's dumb, one day it's photographic, one day it's crafty, and one day it's about livestock.  Most people just stick with one topic in their blogs.  I can't seem to focus in like that. It's more of surprise when you click on my blog.  You just never know what you're gonna get!

5. I'm in love with iced tea.  Even in the winter.  I hate coffee.  I disguise my iced tea by pouring it in a travel coffee mug in the cold months when I'm at church so people don't think I'm a lunatic.  After all, who drinks iced tea when it's 15 degrees outside? Me.

6. I've been worrying a lot lately about my old dog.  I can't help it.  I just love him to pieces. He's been my faithful companion since long before I even knew my husband, and he's not getting around very well. He sleeps most of the day now.  The kids just have to step over him because he doesn't want to budge.  Seeing him grow old is just killing me inside.  I can't talk about it anymore because I don't want to have to reapply my mascara today.

7. Do you know that Miranda Lambert song, "The House that Built Me"?  Well I've heard it a billion times on the radio but I still want to cry every time it comes on.  The part about her favorite dog being buried under the oak tree in the yard just gets me in the gut.  I guess that's the mark of a good country song. Maybe it's because my favorite dog is getting old.  I don't know.

I'm aware that my confessions were rambling today and might not make sense to anyone but me, but I had to get them off my chest.  I'm going to end here because seven is the number of completion and all good Christians make lists with seven things on them. Totally kidding.   ;)


Nell