Forgotten Pleasures

I have been just too boring for words lately. The usual mix of baby showers, hanging by the pool and cruising a little on the new boat (an unsinkable pontoon, thank you insurance).

Libby's lovely baby shower Sunday.

The most exciting thing that I've done recently is sign up for a library card, and bring home a fresh stack of unread books. Just waiting to be devoured.  Such promise!

When I was a child, once a week before Wednesday night supper at church, we would stop first at the neighborhood library.  I would load up with my maximum amount of books each week, and simply throb with the thrill of anticipation  knowing that I could read them that night.  My thoughts while playing with my friends and eating Miss Eloise's pork chops would wander to which book would be the lucky one I cracked upon first.

This week my first choice was Nanci Kincaid's Balls- very timely with football season just around the corner.  I also have read Eat, Drink and Be from Mississippi, as well as As Hot as It Was, You Ought to Thank Me- great reads!



So this weekend might consist of poolside reading at my parents' house, interrupted by shady porch reading and puppy petting.

Now this picture brings me to another facet of my life, that is has been,well, burgeoning in recent months.  You might look at the above photo and think "Goodness!  She has really let herself go!"  And the truth is, I have been eating far more french fries than I normally allow myself.  However, it's not because I'm chunking up (although I am), but because I'm 14 weeks pregnant!

I get so awkward everytime I tell someone that.

Luckily you cannot see me over the interwebs, because I am likely blushing furiously or tearing up.  That's what happens every time I inform someone of my condition.  Hormones have taken over my mind and body, ya'll!

So now I give the truth for my lack of cooking (smells are just now allowed back in our home), lack of party-attending, and lack of much of anything.  However, I am getting back in my normal swing of things, or should be, like, yesterday. So glad to get this off my (absolutely ginormous) chest, readers.  Please forgive my boring-ness and get ready for a storm of cooking and decorating, I swear.