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That was this weekend.


Even though my husband had to work late into the night Saturday, at least we had him in the morning.

Such is the life of an Agronomist. On Farmer's hours.

Bless the farmer's wives...for they have long hours to put up with!

I cooked my pants off. Kinda. You know, figuratively, not literally.

It ended up being a "Pioneer Woman" food fest over here...inadvertently. I made Chicken Parmigiana, Corn Chowder, and Chili (my own recipe, but with Masa in it...tasty!)...but slacked off on baking the cookies I've been meaning to try!

To top it off, I got a pedicure...a treat from a friend whose babes I watch here and there! You may remember them from here.

Tomorrow starts a tough week. A dear co-worker of mine passed away in a car accident last week...she left behind a husband and 5 beautiful children. My heart is breaking for her is so hard to grasp when a life has been cut too short. She will be laid to rest on Wednesday...please say a prayer for her family, I cannot imagine their pain right now.

Another co-worker lost her mom to an accident on Friday. Again, a life cut too short, too soon.

It's so hard to process tragedy. It certainly doesn't seem real...I'm not sure when it ever will, but the reality is that two families are laying their heads down tonight without their moms. I pray that God comforts them and helps to ease their pain.

Goodnight my friends...


  1. Praying for these two families and you too!

    Linda @ Truthful Tidbits

  2. So very sorry for your losses. :( It is terribly heartbreaking to lose someone so unexpectedly.

  3. Unfortunately, I am familiar with lives cut too short. Praying for all of them!


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