Dinner at the Jenkins
Top of the list! Southern hospitality and charm are blossoming quite beautifully in Stanislaus. Growing up, I lived on PioNono in the little Tudor behind the Comer’s and I spent many summer days playing across the street and through the little peninsula of a park. So the walk that I took around the circle to the home of Jack and Barbara Jenkins was quite a nostalgic one. And much to my delight, the neighborhood camaraderie was just as I had remembered it. Jack and Barbara are both so lovely and the most gracious hosts!
The fresh, Saint George Island, fin-flapping entrée that was caught, cooked and compliments of the Spiveys was amazing! Everyone was just darling to me. It was an absolute itty bitty vacation, complete with a gaggle of children and sleeping bags galore. And I’ll have to tell you that the stroll home was even a bit like the drive home after a beach trip – leaving me a little weepy to leave the wonderful behind.
First Friday
I spent First Friday with Amy, Jozi and Charley Hellis. We took a nice little stroll from Macon Arts, through Ginger Michelle, and down to Spaghetti Alley for some supper. The fantastic hors d’eouvres (Market City Café) that I scarfed down at Ginger Michelle left me no room for dinner so I ordered a glass of Sun Garden ready to call it a day. Still Amy coaxed me into trying her pasta . . . holy-moly that stuff was good! In the words of the Govenator . . . I’ll be back. Little did I know that First Friday had a bit of, yet-to-be-revealed, magic up her sleeve in store for me . . .
Somewhere In Time
When I was a very little girl, Amy’s last name was McCullough and she would often come over to “babysit.” As shocking as this is by today’s standards (she is not but a couple of years older than me), let’s remember that this was the ‘80’s and that children also frequently rode seat-belt-less on the front seat armrest . . . which I called “the hump.” Anyhoo - On one of these days Amy dressed me up in one of her ballet costumes, placed a tiara on my head and made me feel like the most beautiful little girl in the whole wide world. I have kept the picture that she took of me and, when showing it to her the other night, Charley said “Mommy I know where that dress is!” Before long Charley was in the dress and dancing around as beautifully as I had felt the day that I wore it. It was magic . . . the memory, the dress, the night. Just pure magic!
Myspace, Flickr & More – Oh my!
Toast of the Townies can now get even more scoop. We have created Toast of the Town Profiles on both MySpace and Flickr. See Terrell in California, my personal favorite pictures and much more. Click, click, click! On another note – Allyson Moody introduced me to Facebook & Scrabulous. We are now both in the throes of a nasty little addiction. Anybody know a word with three I’s an N and a U?
Cherry Blossom Festival
I accompanied Amy, Jozi, Charley & Clayton Hellis along with Charlie & Maureen McCullough to Margaritaville. I will have to say that the A1A Parrotheads have lost a bit of their spunk and I didn’t have much of a stomach for fair food or carnies (who, I might add, ingeniously exploited the fact that I was holding the Hellis’ new dog Scooter as a chance to try and cop a feel!) Down boys. But I did end the night holding sweet little Jozi in my lap and drinking in the perfect smell of such a beautiful angel baby. My cup runneth over.
You Go & Save the Best for Last.
On Monday, I took Ashley Dunwody’s advice and went for an appointment that I had made with Amy Allen. Amy is an Energy-Body Healing Practitioner . . . and a blessing to me. Some of you may wonder what this is all about. Well I’m not going to even try to tell you because you can read all about it on the website. However, I will tell you about my experience, in case you are as skeptical as I was. It was an experience that I can only compare to a similar time when I sat alone in a little church at Epworth and knew, for the very first time, on my own, and without-a-doubt how much God loved me (not because I had been told so in Sunday school but because I could feel it.) There were times during the session that I felt more peaceful than perhaps ever before – Amy said that even my breathing became low and soft as if I were a sleeping child. There were times when I was overcome with emotion as if my chest would burst. But most importantly, she answered questions – questions that I had been afraid to even ask . . . she was able to answer. She did not give me a map of the future or the GPS coordinates of my goldmine. She gave me more than that, more than you will ever be able to repay her for. Run don’t walk – Amy Allen, an hour and a half, and an open mind will change your life.
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