Coming Up Flowers & Octopi & SHARK WEEK!

Somedays you wake up feeling nice and 

.

So, you figure your day will go something like this:

,

or perhaps like this:

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Then! (nooo)

happens and you end up feeling like

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You know what they say: 

When life gives you lemons, 

make Octo-shark-ade.

They, of course, being me.

Happy Shark Week!
(click the link above :)

t.

The Beans! O, How They Swing!

Sexy Husband braved the thrifty hordes and visited Goodwill on a 50% off Saturday. He dodged and dipped and ducked and dodged (tehe) the mercilessly relentless conflux of beady-eyed shoppers and emerged triumphant, two golf clubs and a glass tray for the microwave later, all for under five bucks. (It seems my erudite knowledge of all things second hand has been rubbing off and the good fellow.)

And with two kids in tow, no less.

What can I say? He is a man of many talents, none of which happen to be golfing, but(!) he is hoping to remedy that now that he has two golf clubs. I say: hurrah, hurrah, my good man! Hit those balls and make a 'field goal' and/or 'score' and/or insert appropriate golf-related jargon here.

I came home to a yard replete with balls and children, garnished by one tanned Man whacking the golf balls all around the yard. An occasional dub made its way to the cemetery across the road (may they rest in peace); I won't tell if you won't.

My husband is a good man; there is none more steadfast, trustworthy, or loyal.

Also, the last time he played golf with his buddies it involved him falling out of a golf cart; no details will be provided here.

So I hope you have fun, dearest One; my all your balls do the birdie hole-in-one thingy, or whatever.

Love,

t.

Bean A Delicious Friend

I have not always had friends.

:'(

In fact, I was a lonely child, painfully quiet and shy, whose best buddies were the ones in books. I felt (and was) socially inept; terrified of rejection, I rarely made an attempt to reach out to others.

As I grew into my teens, the pendulum swung entirely the other way. I became quite the caterwauling extrovert, and desired for everyone to like me! like me! please! I was a puppy being fed the biscuit of love and attention I so desired; I tried too hard. Most of those teenage relationships were hilarious but shallow, many good memories made but the friendships themselves not properly tended to.

Ah, my twenties! I married Senor Sexy. Upon realizing Senor Sexypants wasn't designed for the entirety of my flaming Latin angst-y emotion volcano, I branched out. I learned to deeply love my girlfriends. 

We don't do kitty fights. We don't pull each others' weaves out. 

We can be physically and mentally tore up from the floor up, and be met with sympathetic ears, tamales, and beans (perhaps a touch of blush and eyeliner, as well).

It's cool if you wanna roll with us. Just know backbiting, gossiping, and nitpicking is not allowed, unless the nits are actually on our heads, and you are de-lousing us.

To my faithful friends:

I love you.

t.

The Beans As Musical Genius

My younger sis and I took the kids camping in Sedona a few weeks back. The menfolk had to work, but we figured we could swing it with just us girls. This was what the ride up looked and sounded like:

Totally awesome! Kids are totally chill! Super relaxing! I can listen to them sing covers all day long. And I did. ALL DAY LONG. 

Other than The Soap attempting a tent break into the foreboding, dark, Blair Witch Project-like woods at midnight, the camping trip was a success. A success I am not willing to replicate without the menfolk.

xoxo

Meet The Beans

How I dost adore thee, my little Sophie.

Your face is a tiny delicious treat.

We shan't forget you, my dear Moses.

You are my champion(and stinking awesome to boot).

And who can forget the husband? I certainly cannot.

He looks great in a red bow. What real man doesn't?

He is a looker, but there is brains, heart, patience, and loyalty behind the brawn. The delicious, delicious brawn.

O, hey there! This is me. Mi nombre es Teresa. And that's about all the Spanish I know (to the great and everlasting chagrin of my family).

I am a (wo)man of many colors, but then, we all are, aren't we? (Not women, people of many colors.)

The purpose of this blog (such a squishy word!) is to share life, in all of it's many wonderful shapes, sizes, and textures. (Though you can't feel through the computer screen, so let's scratch textures.)

Nice to make your acquaintance. :)