2022 Photo Dump

Throughout the year I’ve stockpiled random photos to eventually use on my blog. Many of them never made it. Today seems as good a day as any to finally post them.

This one’s from April. If you zoom in, you can see the guy on the far right smiling.

Little flowers my son picked for me.

Text exchange with my beloved neighbor.

When we hard boil eggs, we mark them in some way. There used to also be eggs marked “I” and “U,” but they were eaten before I overheard this conversation between two of my daughters. D1: Why do the eggs say this? D2: It’s one of those things Mom and Dad do.

The view from beneath our orange tree.

Can you guess what’s going on here? Think about it for a moment. I’ll tell you at the end. But the best guess wins. 🙂

This next one is a text to Hubby who didn’t know what to get me for Christmas. I’m difficult to shop for because I don’t like Stuff, or even Things, for that matter. I told him as much, but then added:

He delivered:

Were they good? Yes. Were they so good they were worth the $6? Only in the sense that I was happy to FINALLY try these. Aaaaaaaaand now I’m good. 🙂

My wisteria when it finally bloomed for the first time after several years of ownership. Sadly, the petals didn’t last long.

This pretzel reminded me of E.T. I saved this in case I had occasion to write about Enthusiastic Teen from my Jiu-Jitsu class again. The last time I saw him, I was a little rude to throw him off my scent. I hated doing it, but the dude needed to step off. Haven’t seen him since. Is it my fault he hasn’t returned (to my knowledge)? Gosh, I hope not.

A corn stalk growing in a parking lot crack. You can imagine how much I loved and rooted (pun!) for this sucker. Sadly, I never got back there to check on it. I hope someone let it grow to completion and that others enjoyed its tenacity as much as I did.

If I needed to move, I’d hire them for their cleverness.

The answer to the pic of me: This is post Jiu-Jitsu hair. As I recall, it was so entangled in my hair tie, I needed Hubby’s help getting it out. Then it stuck out like this! I miss those days. This was probably a Monday, when I went straight from my Taekwondo class to two back-to-back hours of Jiu-Jitsu. Gosh I loved Monday nights.

I have so many more, but this is enough for one post. Which one(s) is/are your favorite?

I’ll end on this one, though I’ve used it before, because it’s both beautiful and apropos.

Farewell, 2022! Wishing all my Blog Buddies a happy, prosperous 2023!

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