Eyy Batta Batta!

Last Saturday Danny and I went to our first Durham Bulls game! We went with our neighbors and it was a good family time. We hit a pizza joint before the game and I opted to not eat my pizza crust as to cut out carbs in order to savor cotton candy later!

The ballpark is really nice and is located right next to the historic American Tobacco District.

The best part about the game was one of players tossed a ball our way and Danny was able to grab it for me! So I've got a baseball sitting on my mantel. Too fun :)

You'll notice in the picture I'm wearing a Washington Nationals hat and Danny has his Skins hat on. Is it obvious we're transplants from outta state??

Saturday was also my father's birthday. I hate to admit it but I was not particularly sad. I thought it fitting that the Bulls were playing the Norfolk Tides as my father was born and raised in that area. He would have enjoyed the game I'm sure.

My heart still grieves for my mother though. It was HER birthday July 4th. What a strange season not to have to buy a mother's or father's day card or birthday cards for either. Sorry, I don't mean to sound dramatic, but it just doesn't feel normal.

Still

Still alive.
Still here.
Still busy.
Still enjoying summer.
Still doing too much traveling to VA and back.
Still closing out my mom's estate.
Still miss my mom.
Still painting (but less often than not).
Still happily, joyfully, gratefully married.
Still got a few extra pounds to work off, but back into working out.
Still meeting and connecting with new friends in Raleigh.
Still dining room shopping.
Still wondering where Lauren will go to college.
Still seeing God work in unexpected ways.

Trying to BE still and know that He is INDEED God.

Beheading

Yesterday I went to the Grand Asian supermarket. The name says it all. The freshest selection of all things Asian --- every kind of "exotic" veggie and fruit and some not so exotic all at terrific prices.

In addition to produce, I needed a whole chicken and did not want to make a second stop to Kroger's. Bad idea.

This morning when I pulled my chicken out to prepare it to marinade for a chicken Marbella recipe there was more chicken then I had anticipated. The feet were still there and so was the head. Eyes and sad beak and all! I had no choice but to muster up the strength and whacked off the feet and the neck. SO GROSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Oh, I also whacked off the butt.