Those Donuts...

Okay, so I promised some pictures of my favorite donut shop and its donuts.

I walked in with my camera, taking shots of the racks and racks of donuts and the manager on duty (working the register) said, "There are no pictures allowed....." I really felt bad for a minute...thinking she was serious...and then she finished with, "...unless I am in them!" And she gave me a great big smile.

I'm sure her smile was no match for mine after I rushed to my car and sunk my teeth into that rectangular piece of cherry delight. Double yum. I wish I had another one right now....

Special Edition Oreos

Just an FYI. These are yummy. Taste just like a strawberry shake. Go try some.

I Feel Behind

Not only do I feel behind...

I also feel like a behind...too long since my last post, but here's a summary of my goings-on:

Mom had back surgery.

I stayed at my brother's cool new pad.
Stacey and I stayed up WAY too late a few nights with our awesome sister-in-law.

My dad and I had a break-through conversation.

We watched our beautiful, talented niece--Abby--rip it up on the tennis court.

Stacey schooled our nephew Dylan in Guitar Hero. You know it's true, Dylan.

I ate two very delicious cherry red long johns from The Donut Stop. (Pictures later)

Mom went home from the hospital---well, to my grandmother's house.

Here's what I'd like to say about that:

My grandparents bought a house in Dalhart, TX in 1948. Here is a picture of them (Al and Lucy) standing on their front porch:

They were married 60 years...it was quite a love story...they eloped their senior year of high school...very juicy stuff. My grandmother still lives in that house...the house my mother and her younger brother grew up in, essentially. Here is a picture of them:

Adorable, I know. Any way, that is where my mom has been recovering from her back surgery. In the house she grew up in, with the wonderful woman that raised her. She would be with my dad, in the house they raised us in, if he hadn't had the flu...The amazing part of all of this is that my grandmother is turning 90 in a few weeks. I really, really hope that when my mom is 90, she can still take care of me...