The man of the hour!

God's Boys will be good boys!

Today is the first day of the second and last semester of Highschool for the eldest son of my womb. We have come a long way from the little fellow who used to drop to his knees to sing, how can a young man keep his way pure? Still pursuing purity, sometimes to the chagrin of his less conservative sister. The comments were well taken this morning. Modesty must be pursued, you reminded us. Learning the right way to share this difficult concept for women is all around you. We are listening, even when we don't seem to be. Running to the tape of highschool and trying to do the best we can, is the task at hand. We are expecting much from you.

Confessions of your recovering Chocoholic mother!

God's Boys will be good boys!

Dear, dear hearted boy, I know that you are concerned with your mother's welfare and health. It is delightful to know that I am blessed with children who care. {I don't like it when you show too diligent a concern for my chocolate habit, but I know that it is love}. Last night, at the turn of the year, 51 years into my life, I discovered a flavor. This flavor is new to me, in sparkling cider flavors. I had thought that I had tasted all of the flavors that they had made. But, as we toasted the new year, my pallet was again initiated into a new delight. You will find that the older you get, the less you find new flavors to impress your pallet. Especially, if you have a sweet tooth, like we both do. My tastebuds are entirely given over to the tasting of chocolates, in the sweet family and have a semi-caniption if I give them anything but chocolate. I try to avoid the tastebud downer that happens when I eat other things; but, my overindulgence is being paid for by the emotional indolence to any other flavor in sweetness. My excitement button was pushed by the flavor of blueberry grape, sparkling cider. A sweet, slightly pungent sparkling pleasure. I am not a sparkling cider critic, but if I were, I would swirl the blueish concoction in my glass and smell the "bouquet", as they call it. I was at church, so I had to behave myself with decorum. I gobbled mine down, before the toasting had been done. I was embarrassed and hoped that the other brethren hadn't noticed my obvious greedy behavior with this new flavor. Everyone else was tapping glasses with everyone else and I was looking for another cup to consume. What a greedy girl I was in 2013. As a critic, I should have taken the first mouthful in and allowed my tastebuds a second or two to be bathed in the new flavor. Because I hadn't done this, my tastebuds were yearning for another cup, but I dare not ask the Pastor if anyone was going to have those 5 or 6 full glasses that were sitting on the table. I hoped that no one else was coming in to get more of the sweet tasting cider. I did get another of cups off of the table. I don't remember if I was offered or just pilfered. By this time the curiosity of the new flavor was consumptive. I just knew that the next time that I went to the store, I would be buying blueberry grape sparkling cider for some occasion or another coming up very soon. Surprise of surprises, there was another bottle that was offered to me by one of the brethren to take home with me. What a gift! This new flavor was the first taste that I consumed upon my arising, after my toothpaste. I am a mess. I will slowly, glass by glass, figure out why this taste is so attractive to me. I guess there are other good flavors than chocolate. LOL.