Houston, Texas girl stationed with my Coastie in New England ... Mommy to a rowdy little boy and a lovely little girl ... sports fanatic (esp. my Fightin' Texas Aggies) ... foodie ... drinker of wine (and beer and tequila) ... passionate about cookie decorating and photography ....
Lord grant me wisdom of heart to see, The difference in duty and love for me. Give me the understanding to know, When duty calls, that he must go. Give me a task to do each day, To fill the months when he's away. And Lord, when duty is in the field, Please protect and be his shield.
I still get age-inappropriately giddy over pretty much anything to do with my Twilight ("my", because the saga was written just for me, don't you know) -- blame it on my whole Forks experience. And the fact that I could eat RPattz with a spoon ... but I digress.
It's been a while, so take a gander at the newly-released Breaking Dawn poster.
Yippee for wolves and golden-eyed vampires, and the old people (ahem) who love them.
I can't even count how many times I've woken up over the past year up in New Hampshire craving breakfast tacos from an authentic Texas taqueria. And trying to replicate them in my own kitchen, while filling a temporary void, just doesn't come close to adequately cutting it.
So my morning taste buds have been in Heaven while I've been home on a 2-week visit, while I get my fill on breakfast tacos (and more breakfast tacos ... and more breakfast tacos ....).
This morning's offering -- bean and cheese on flour tortillas with pico de gallo and sour cream, and beef fajita with onion, cilantro and lime -- all from Casa de Leon on Long Point in west Houston.
Through the snow. Through the ice. Through the long winter. The tulips in our front yard have finally awakened and decided to brighten my days ... and my yard.
Quick recap: Last October, Aidan and his grandmother spent an afternoon lovingly planting tulip bulbs for us to enjoy in the spring. But after a winter marked by record snowfall, and then a late and unexpected mini-blizzard in April, we sometimes doubted whether or not the young bulbs would make it.