I now understand why the elderly have many hobbies. I had an excess of spare time on my hands this weekend, and to summarize, I was bored out of my mind. Thus putting a paint brush back in my hand, and returning to a hobby of mine that I have neglected for far too long. Completing a wedding gift was an added bonus. A friend of mine will marry her best friend come December and when asking what item she reallyneeded off her registry, she asked if instead I would mind making them a painting. I of course loved that idea. I told her to send me things she liked and she did, followed with a request to pick one and "surprise" her. Since most of them, if not all, were very similar, Kelly and Ben will receive this rendition for their new joint home. Even though I felt like I was quarantined this weekend with so little to do, I am so thrilled to have my painting itch back. I know I am pleased with something I've created when I don't want to give it away. The great thing about that - I can simply make another one. Which in this case, I will be doing. Sorry Kelly but this will compliment my curtains nicely.
Tiger Eyes in progress
When my friend Adam passed away a few years ago, his mother received a painting I had done for his then girlfriend to give to him as a birthday present. Coincidentally, if you can even call it that, I painted the last few final touches the night Adam left us. The painting was a set of tiger eyes meant to represent his love for Clemson. Emily, his mother, has been so good to me and is such a wonderful supporter of my re-charged hobby. In another round of interesting timing, she called me this afternoon and told me a contact of hers would be touching base to get 4 "Tiger Eyes". Excited, I broke out my supplies that I had just put away, not knowing when I'd work with them again. With the help of a large porch I spread out my work and worked on each one. The rain that started was little to no help. Paint dries slow when you watch it, but add humidity and you might as well call it a day. So I did. I am so thankful for my continued relationship with Emily, and can't wait to give Kelly and Ben their gift (I'm sure Ben will be thrilled ;)
Many people post on social media sites about their extensive workout or share a picture of the healthy meal they just made. Yea I might tell you I ran a race here and there, but that's few and far between. Instead I'd rather tell you about my guilty pleasures. My love for a nice set of buns, pump cheese, with an ice cold Barqs Root Beer on the side. I'm talking about my relationship with Fuddruckers. Anyone who has had at least one visit knows that Fudd's will never let you down. In fact even when you try to leave, Fudd's still wants to show you the love by sending you off with a cookie or chocolate shake. I see what you're doing. And yes, I will take 3 for a $1. Are they soft? Of course they are. Like I said, Fuddruckers doesn't disappoint.
Those who know me best don't even have to say the location by name - a simple "Pump cheese on Wednesday?" is all that is needed. You had me at pump cheese. Throw a side of pickles into that basket and I'm yours forever. Slap a piece of bacon on that burger and there's no tellin'. I know what you're thinking and your disgusted. Insert exercise photo here:
Lungs4Life 5K - Greenville, SC
There's 2 sides to every story. In this case, you either know exactly what I'm talking about and your like, yes, duh, Fuddruckers - 'If I were poor I would literally buy a bun and make the best salad ever because their fixins bar is amazingly on point #pumpcheeseforlife' or you're are on the other side, passing judgement and missing out on one of the finer blue collar establishments of life. In that case, I'm sorry I'm not sorry. Come visit, the meal will be on me. I guarantee a new relationship will blossom.
Upon arrival to the counter to place my order this evening, Will pointed out the calorie sheet defining my meal. I'm not one to normally count calories, so, well, I didn't. Not that it would have stopped me, but I'm sure one cup of liquid gold is well over the suggested intake. 2 boys conversing over whether to go for the pound challenge or not, they didn't seem to care either. Decisions, decisions. After careful thought and weighing in how delicious the fries are, he and Stephen took on the 2/3rd combo..... with of course....plenty of pump cheese. Cookies to go, they roll'd us out of there. The only thing that may rival my love for pump cheese is Ledo's Pizza. A Maryland hot spot, with 1 rare location in the south - Rock Hill, SC. Not sure how it made it down, but I'm not asking questions. If you run into a Ledo's,I beg you to stop and eat one for me.
