If you pride yourself on your food, label your salad bar accurately. Grape tomatoes are not cherry, and penne is not tortellini.

I am in love with Torchy's Tacos - you can't beat that fried avocado for breakfast.

Working for the weekend...

Has anyone else had problems with their blog publishing this week? Very frustrating!

I spent a very enjoyable afternoon with E - we went to see Made of Honor, which I highly recommend as a chick flick. At first I thought it was just going to be a remake of My Best Friend's Wedding, but as it turns out the movie actually had a plot of its own. And McDreamy, so hey, it's all good. We also spent some time later on talking - and I cannot say enough about the blessings of heartfelt talks with one of your best friends in the universe.

Life has been stressful lately but God has blessed me with great friends and He is also there for me - I just have to listen.

And miles to go before I sleep

I tell you, it keeps amazing me how much excess I've managed to accumulate in a decade of just being too busy to be home and deal with it. For one friend in particular, I need to point out that the collections really have very little to do with it - getting rid of my VHS tapes did free up some space but not a great deal, it was more the relief with finally having decided to do it, and my other "collections" aren't huge space-takers either. Well, perhaps with the notable exception of the stash, which I will admit needs to be catalogued so that I can pare down what I don't intend to use -- I've gained a few "ooh, pretty" things over the years, but quite a few of those I've managed to ship out as gifts or trade in swaps.

So, today I put four more bags of stuff to donate in my trunk, plus a box of dishes I got from Mom but have been in a box for six years in my bedroom closet -- I intended to garage sale those, but the box was too heavy for me the first time I had the opportunity, and I just forgot about it this last time, so out it goes as a donation. To note, Mom gave me her blessing to get rid of them as long as it wasn't the fine china. That I kept. Three of the donation bags have been packed for over a year, and I don't even remember what is in them - too bad, so sad, out they go. The last is a few pair of shoes that have been on my shoe tree for a while - if I haven't worn them in long enough for them to get completely dusty and they are in good condition, out they go. Plus, a good-sized bag of the worn-out or otherwise non-donateable shoes that I don't wear anymore are headed down to the dumpster on my way out the door. And so the process continues. Perhaps at this rate I really will be ready to move by the end of July; one can only hope.

Now I have to print off some patterns for a crochet lesson I hope to give this afternoon, if my student shows up, and then perhaps I'll have some for my ongoing class as well... Highlights from this weekend's concert series when I get a larger moment to breathe! :D

The messier my hair gets over the course of an evening, the more complements I get on how great it looks.

Nothing like sitting with unwashed masses for a long wait to encourage you to get your auto registration done online next time...