Tuesday's Flowers

The Mclennan Courthouse, which I think is SO pretty BTW.  Probably my favorite part about living downtown is that when I wake up in the morning I can just decided to go on a walk and more often than not I will find something really fun to do. On Saturday's my favorite place to go is right across the street from the Mclennan county courthouse. Just a small sample of what  Tin Cup Farms has to offer.  It is a nice walk from my apartment and sometimes I stop and get coffee from Bru, which is the cutest little coffee shop IN A 1930's ELEVATOR, I will expand on this cute little shop in another post, just know they make the Saturday morning farmers market experience, just that much better.  But   I'm getting off subject... the   farmer's market in downtown Waco has recently moved       locations from University Parks, to the aforementioned parking lot of the Mclennan courthouse, and I think that move was PERFECT. Not only is this across the street from another fa

In trying to think of blog content, I was drawing a blank, this might have been because I have been very busy as of late or it might be because I am not super creative...oh well. During this process I was also moving, some of my friends came over to help me move, because I was totally lost in the organization process. When we moved on to my bedroom they found my journal, I have been keeping this journal since I was sixteen years old. Me and my grandparents when I started keeping this journal. For some reason, unlike most teenagers I did not want to keep my journal private. (Maybe I've secretly always wanted to start a blog...also maybe I just really like people to know my views on everything...) So aside from some embarrassingly immature views on some topics there are not that many super private or incriminating views in this journal. As they were reading through this I realized that I want my children to be able to read these stories, I also noticed that my journal was FALLIN

Why "Tuesday's Flowers?" Who gets flowers on a Tuesday anyways?   I clearly remember the moment that I realized, life is not like the movies. My now-husband, my sister, and her best friend were riding around downtown Waco, listening to the radio at top volume, singing along with every word. It was summer in central Texas, so it was so hot, but the breeze felt nice, coming through the windows of the pickup truck... It was a perfect moment. Minutes later though my sister and I were arguing over something dumb...I probably started it. Either way, it occurred to me then that the movies are all made up of those, wonderful, carefree moments, or those highly dramatic, emotionally charged moments. In life though, we get those every once in awhile, and we need to search for those wonderful moments in between.     I've been thinking, what are those wonderful moments? I don't mean the blatantly obvious wonderful moments, but the subtle, quiet moments that often go unnotic