Bliss

My neighbor delivered a beautiful baby girl last week. They named her Bliss. Isn't that cool and sweet, all at the same time? Bliss is as good as it gets. That is how I feel about this time of year. It is bliss to me. I like cold. Weird, yes I know. You see I grew up in Houston where it is NEVER cold. Wearing shorts at Christmas, seriously that is sad. Just oppressive, wheezing, living in a plastic bag type of heat & humidity. And quite frankly that ruined me. As God as my witness I will be never be...hot again!!!!! I was born and raised in Houston but my Dad got transferred when I was 11 and we moved to Cleveland, OH. He then got transferred back to Houston when I was 16. I LOVED Cleveland! I know that whole "mistake on the lake" thing, but I disagree. It was a great place to live. My youth group at church was fantastic, I had wonderful friends and snow! Just one of those happy memorable times in my life. I loved the cold winters. Now fast forward 20 years and I am in West Texas where it is more of a desert you might say. No humidity, thank you Lord. Of course no trees, or hills, or scenery for that matter...but hey I will take the dry heat over any of those minor details! We do however have winter and some snow. Mom & Dad still live in Houston and they cringe when we visit because I insist that the a/c be on like 55 the entire time. My inheritance is probably wasting away as they have to pay the electric bill after we leave!
Labor Day weekend I'll admit is a little sad because you know it is back to the grindstone of school, homework, baths and regular bedtimes as you kiss summer goodbye. This morning we awoke to fog and just a little cooler air, a hint of what is to come. Oh bliss, cooler air... then the time change, then cozy evenings in our home. That is what it boils down to guys, when it is dark and cold outside then it is warm and cozy on the inside with the family I love. Plus say a pot of chili on the stove, cornbread in the oven, a good book, a fire in the fireplace and a nice cuddly quilt never hurts!

So for our last hooray yesterday, hubs, the blonde rascal and I played 9 holes of golf. My score was somewhere in the neighborhood of 3,000 over par but I think I did manage to hit this bird...









Seriously, hitting a ball into a tiny hole on a long fairway...where is the challenge there? Try hitting a bird and a tree in the opposite direction of the fairway, then we'll talk. I won't be winning any tournaments soon... or ever for that matter, but here is my ace in the hole...




Yes sir that is my "Tiger" blonde rascal. I see tournaments and large winnings in his future. Then he'll take care of momma in style!