Water Balloons, Butterscotch and A Return

Today is my daddy's birthday. His favorite flavors are butterscotch and black licorice. When deciding on baking my daddy a birthday treat, I decided better go with butterscotch. Whipped up a fantastic butterscotch cupcake recipe and soon I'll have those delicious morsels cooling and topped with butter cream icing with a hint of butterscotch.

Mommy took daddy to their usual get away retreat...to the Ft Davis Mountains. The kids and I also like the mountains of Ft Davis and do a bit a hiking there periodically. Another favorite fun activity the kids and I adore is fighting each other with water balloons. The most difficult part of having a water balloon fight is the preparation. I think I get the wettest filling up all the water balloons!

Our backyard is a hodge podge of different hiding places. A big shed, a play house, trees and all sorts of neat concealed places where one could hide in ambush. My daughter Annie has a real talent for hiding and jumping out when you least expect it.

Those simple pleasures bring me back to a time of innocence. I never thought I'd go through divorce twice, didn't plan on it, but the scars it left behind sometimes plagued me with a feeling of being stained and blotted. Days like today help me get back to a time of innocence before all the ugly things have happened.

Mind Racing All Over the Place in Wink Texas

I haven't blogged in a few days because of the arrival of an out of town guest. The guest left early Sunday, but I still hadn't gotten around to posting anything. The main reason for lack of blogging seems not to be lack of subject, but too many subjects crowding my mind.

I related to Durango (someone whom I think I know, but really don't) that my ex hubby went back to Denver. He commented to me that he thought he hailed from Seattle. I gave him a quick run down of my ex's...he thought there were four, but actually only three. He also made a quirky little comment about wanting to know if the Winkites referred to me as the Liz Taylor of Wink. I don't think they do, but I admitted honestly that I normally don't listen to what other's say about me. I used to... a long time ago, everything used to hurt my feelings, but over time I've developed thick skin.

I used to feel that when people talk or gossip about you, they were jealous, but I'm not of that opinion much anymore. I just think some people feel they're superior to others. I also just think that some people are downright mean and spiteful.

For instance, I decided in January of this year to transform myself into the best physical shape of my adult life. I've worked incredibly hard and met with substantial success. I started in a size 10 and now wearing a size 4. Several people commented that I must be doing this to snag a new man. That never crossed my mind. I blogged recently about masculinity and almost immediately several of my friends (not the kind fellows that commented) wanted to know who my new man was.

Admitting recently to someone that I hardly know, that I tend to rush into things concerning matters of the heart...I've decided to slow down a bit, a whole lot in fact. My track record proves I can commit, but I suppose I've committed to the wrong ones or for the wrong reasons. Does this make me a weak person? Am I a less valued member of society because I'm working on my third divorce? Do people around me, think badly of me due to my failed marriages? Are there people that call me a three time loser? I'm sure there are plenty of people who think these things.