Friday, September 23, 2011

Day Two Hundred Sixty Six 2011

BOOT SCOOTIN’ BBQ!
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Had a great time this evening at the 3rd annual Boot Scootin’ BBQ at my mom’s assisted living home. It is a fundraiser for Alzheimer’s Tennessee, and there is always a big turnout for this shindig. The Back Roads Band, an excellent local group, played country tunes and had everybody dancing or tapping their toes. The food was yummy (especially the homemade banana pudding!). There was a silent auction (I got outbid on a couple of items). And there were games and things for the kids to play. I snapped a few pictures and caught family members in various stages of chewing, but that’s okay. It means they were having a boot scootin’ good time. Welcome Autumn! Happy Fall, Y'all!!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Day Two Hundred Sixty Five 2011

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My new MM's addiction—white chocolate candy corn. They are big and fat, like peanut butter M’s. They don’t taste like candy corn, though. They only share the same colors. If you love white chocolate, try these. Thing is, they are insanely sweet, so you can’t eat too many at once, which is a good thing if you’re addicted like me.
(P.S.~~Goodbye, Summer!)

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Day Two Hundred Sixty Four 2011

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"The fall of a leaf is a whisper to the living."
~Russian Proverb
Yellow leaf in Solaris color setting on my cell phone camera. 
(P.S. This is my 1000th post.)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Day Two Hundred Sixty Three 2011

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The bear toss game--Grandson Elijah and I take turns tossing little stuffed bears into a basket.  He hasn’t wanted to play that in a long time until today. I thought he’d outgrown all the “baby” toys in the toy box upstairs, but lately he’s enjoyed getting back into that stuff like building things with the giant Legos blocks. Maybe he’s just feeling a little nostalgic for the old days or maybe the thrill of the video games has worn off. Finally. (That blue bear landed right inside the basket. He hasn’t lost his touch.)