Monday, September 29, 2008

old people are weird

So I had a pretty lazy weekend, up until last night. I was more productive the last five hours of the day than I had been the whole rest of the weekend. I made dinner, did the shopping for two weeks, came home and put the stuff away, got our weekly laundry done, made dinner for Monday and put it in the fridge ready to bake, did all the dishes from the weekend, and *whew* took a shower.

And then I had one of those stupid nights when I couldn't fall asleep. I think I'm getting old.

I was actually planning on going grocery shopping before we ate until I realized how late it was, so I fixed dinner first before I went. We usually eat dinner fairly late compared to most people, but ten pm is pushing it, I think.

I had my grocery list ready to go, so I whipped the meatballs, mashed potatoes & gravy together. My honey decided to go with me to the store, and away we went.

We're at the store, and I forget the refrigerated biscuits because I'm trying to hurry. My honey went back to get them. I'm still flying through the aisles, picking out the stuff on my list. There's this old couple on the aisle where I'm trying to get my pasta and canned tomatoes, and they're hanging out in the middle of the aisle.

You know how you usually kind of hang to one side if you're looking at something so people can get by you? Uh uh, not these two. So I'm trying to politely squeeze pst the lady, who is just standing there, staring around like she is lost or something. I pick out my favorite flavor of Ragu, turn around to put them in my cart, and she is right behind me. I brush up against her, and let out that little surprised, "Oh!"

"Whoops, sorry," I tell her, and move on. The old man has his cart blocking the aisle, and I'm trying to weasel my cart past his with that extra polite little smile on my face...you know the one you get when that happens. "Excuse me," I say.

"Did you bump into her?" he demands. I thought he was messing with me.

I chuckled a little bit, and admitted that I had.

"Don't laugh!" He glares. "She's got a bad hip. You could have put her back in the hospital!"

Are you stinkin kidding me??

I didn't run into her on PURPOSE, you old fart. It wasn't like I walked past her and tried to hip check her into the boards. I barely brushed her.

This is when I most wish I could come up with those snappy comebacks. But no. I'm completely dumbfounded. I wish I could say that I chose not to say anything because even crabby old people need to see Jesus through me. Not true. If I could have thought of anything smart to say, I would have.

All I can stammer out is, "I didn't even see her behind me."

"Oh, no, it was my good side," the old lady says to him. And to me, "He just worries about me. He knows how much I've been through."

Oh! It just made me so mad. I could feel my face getting red, and then I wanted to cry.

It's probably a good thing my honey was back picking up the biscuits and didn't hear him, or we would have had a little confrontation. I know it. And then we could have been picking the old man up off the floor because my honey gets a little protective himself if someone makes momma cry.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

sneaking in a quick post

I have to be quick about this. The girls are chomping at the bit, waiting to go to Joann and check out the sale stuff for scrapbooking. There's a huge sale going on, and they want to get some fleece for blankets (half price) and see what scrapping paper is on sale.

I think I'm going to check out that Cropodile Big Bite. I can put rivets and snaps on with that, so it will be good for more than just scrapbooking. Sometimes I feel funny spending money on toys for a hobby just for me. I think it relates back to times when we always shared everything because there wasn't enough money to buy everyone their own. I always shared my stuff. "Mom" didn't own anything by herself. It was always community property. So now this feels weird sometimes.

For heaven's sake! I just got busted blogging by DeeDee, right after I was rushing her into the shower. Shoot! Well, I'm going to finish anyway.

I just wanted to blog about my latest word game...on Facebook, you can play any number of word games, but the one we've been doing lately is PathWords. It's like a combination of tetris and boggle. You find a word in the bunch of letters, and after you select them, they disappear and new letters fall down to take their place.

So I recklessly challenged the girls to a duel. First Dee passed me up, and then Gail did. We've been having a pathwords war, and I'm on the losing end!

My honey said I better quit playing. It doesn't look good if the writing tutor gets whomped in a word game. LOL. I think I better switch my game. Scramble is looking pretty good about now.

Well, that's it for today...short and sweet.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

more thoughts on politics and faith

It bothers me when Christians try to influence our behavior on things such as who we vote for, our position on this issue or that, or which political party we should belong to. And they do this by trying to shed doubt on the faith of those who do not agree with them.

I've heard from bloggers who insist that since Palin is a strong conservative Christian, then all Christians should choose to vote for her. Voting otherwise would be wrong, they say. They ask, how could we, in all good conscience, pick Obama?

I think each of us has a responsibility to make the choice we believe is right, but I don't believe we should be bashing each other and pointing fingers at other Christians, doubting their faith if they disagree with us.

I subscribe to a daily email, Catch of the Day, and John Fischer said something so perfectly in the last one I received, that I had to mention it.

He was talking about the things that sometimes divide us as Christians, such as politics, and he said it's important that we don't try to agree on absolutely everything. We have different denominations, but one faith. We go to different churches, but we worship the same God.

Fischer said, "As Christians we do not have to agree on everything, in fact, it's better that we don't. If we agreed on everything then our unity might rest on what we agree on and not a relationship with a God and Father who is above agendas and platforms."

And he added, "This is a good thing to remember especially in an election year in America where the temptation is to rally all Christians around one political banner. Unity does not mean uniformity. As important as our vote is, the ultimate solution to the human dilemma will not come by way of an election."

I so totally agree. You cannot legislate morality, and you cannot hold those leaders up on a pedestal, either. They are human. They are not the Messiah, come to save us from evil. Obama's Christian faith will not keep him from making mistakes. Nor will Palin's keep her from doing so. You will not find a candidate who is perfect.

It gets to the point where I can't wait until the election is over, because listening to the news and the candidates is like listening to a bunch of crabby, overtired children, bickering at each other. If they were children, their moms would have made them go take a nap a LONG time ago!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

a broken record...but I'm not alone

I know I'm going to get some flack from some of my readers again, but this video is from a rally in Alaska, the same day that Palin spoke there. These women (and men) share some of the same concerns I do regarding her ability to do the job she's running for.

You have to think about these things. It's not a job a person can take on a whim just because it makes good press, or gets national attention. Imagine the background on the issues a person would need to already know. If you wait to get up to speed until a huge national crisis happens, it's too late to play catch-up. There's a lot at stake.



People often say to me, "But she's not running for President. John McCain is. And he has lots of experience." Well, the purpose of having a Vice President is in case something happens to the President. If something did, would she be competent? I don't dislike her. She's like me in some ways...I can relate to her story. I'm a mom, too. But I wouldn't want me running for VP either. I'm just sayin'.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

too tired to tango

I watched most of Dancing With the Stars the last two nights, and I was pretty smug about my first guess about who was the first couple going home. Tonight's show--I had no clue. I think maybe Ted didn't connect with people. He was one dancer among many. You have to stand out in one way or another.

Cleopatra lady...the 82-year-old woman. Not Cleopatra...arghh. I can't think of her name and I'm too tired to look it up. Anyway. Her scores were low both days, but she stood out. She was very entertaining, and I think people must have voted a LOT for her. Wait, I got it. Cloris. Leachman.

But some of those people just blended into the crowd. Maybe my memory is getting old. I need a crutch to remember someone, if you get my drift. A hook. Something unique. Lacey is unique because of her style. The young kid stands out because I recognize Julianne Hough. I think the little girls are going to go crazy over him.

Maurice--oh my. He stood out last night. He was unbelievably light on his feet, and he did a mad, bad, mambo. I hope he stays around a while.

The judges were handing out compliments to Brooke the volleyball queen like they were candy. She has some things going for her. Her personality is appealing. She doesn't come across as cocky. She is athletic, graceful, and beautiful. If I were insecure, I'd dislike her just on principle. She dances with Derek Hough...I think she's going to be a serious contender to win this season.

Oh, that was creepy. There's a movie on in the other room - Lethal Weapon - and all of a sudden, in this crusty voice I hear, "You know they're going to kill her." Okay, I think it's time to turn that TV off. My honey went to bed and left his movie going.

He's a fan of the LW movies. He says he can relate to Mel Gibson's character. Does that scare you just a little? Ha! Not me. He's just a big teddy bear with a gruff voice. Oh, and just to warn you? If you call here, he may answer the phone, "Whaddya want!" Just shake it off.

It's time for me to go to bed, too. I'll be dancing in my dreams. I was dancing in my dreams last night, too. Only it was a nightmare. I couldn't do the routine and my shoes kept sticking to the floor when I tried to do the quickstep. Kind of like when you try to run from the monster in your dream but your legs are so heavy you can't pick them up. I wonder what THAT was all about!

Monday, September 22, 2008

the cha cha, and the foxtrot, and I almost missed it!

I'm so glad my kids know me so well. Gail called me tonight from school at about ten minutes to seven, and asked, "Mom? Where are you?"

"In the car," I said. "Going home."

"Are you going to be home in about ten minutes?"

"Ummm, yeah. Why?"

"Welllll, did you know that Dancing with the Stars is starting tonight at seven? It's the premiere show."

Oh, what a doll! I could've kissed her whole face, except she was about an hour away. Consider yourself smooched, babydoll.

I raced through the store willy nilly, picking up fried chicken, coleslaw, and sparkling black currant juice. I wouldn't even have to cook when I got home. Sheer joy. I love watching that show.

My favorite moment? Can I just say, Cloris Leachman? I may be showing the sheltered life I sometimes lead because I didn't even know who she was. I knew the name, but that was all. She was hilarious...flirting with Len and Bruno. Shameless hussy. LOL.

Jeff, the comedian? I doubt he'll last another day.

I didn't know Toni Braxton had heart disease. She did okay, but she seems more glamour girl than serious dancer. She's beautiful, but seems fragile.

Brooke, the volleyball chick? It was almost like she wanted to wrestle the dance right to the floor so she could master it.

Warren--the football player--he did fairly well, but I don't think he'll make it to the final two.

Cody--the youngest one who danced with Julianne--he was okay, but I don't think he'll make it to the finals, even though having her as a partner increases his chances quite a bit. He's got the energy, but I'm not sure about the depth yet. Give him a few years.

And speaking of Julianne, I think she and Edyta tied for the dancer with the tiniest costume. I always get a little nervous watching them dance. I'm afraid that something inappropriate is going to come flinging out at any moment, and I'm always more than slightly relieved when they finish the dance without any body part mishaps.

Who are they dressing for, I wonder? Maybe it's just a case of "If you've got it, flaunt it." I don't know. I just know that it makes me uncomfortable from a modesty point of view. Edyta always reminds me of a jungle cat on the prowl. Re-oowww-rrr!

Lacey Schwimmer is my favorite professional tonight. I like her edgy style. Is it too early to hope she wins it? Aaah, I'm not even going to vote this season.

I'm just going to try to enjoy watching without getting sucked into the drama of picking favorites and then having them kicked off. That happened with the sassy little Cheetah Girl dancer. What the heck was her name? Sabrina. She was my very favorite that season. And then she was gone! Heartbreaking.

So no phone calls on Tuesday or Wednesday nights before nine o'clock, people. You'll get the machine!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

overheard in the other room

The grandbabies are here...and the house is alive with laughter. And just now in the other room:

Hey! Come here. Give me that booger. No, wait! Do NOT stick it back in your nose.

ROFL

Friday, September 19, 2008

the days go rushing by!

In two more days, folks, it's gonna be fall. Officially autumn. Just the other day it was June. I'm not quite sure what happened!

I think the summer went just like my week went--by in a blur. It's the weekend again, and from the sounds of it, we are going to be busy as a bunch of bees. Well, bees don't come in a bunch, but I couldn't very well say busy as a bunch of grapes, could I?

Okay, Rob...I COULD say that, but it wouldn't make sense. Stop being technical. I can hear you, even if you're ten hours away. More even. That reminds me of the Charlie Brown comic where Linus drove Lucy crazy by saying he had a group of grapes. Now there's a fast flashback--thirty some years -- ha!

The Wyoming boys, two of them, drove down to Las Vegas to meet their dad and hang out for a couple of days. It's good for them to get out and adventure. Is that a verb? I just made it one.

There will be grandbabies galore here this weekend, and Mugs is here for the weekend, too. We gang up on my honey...not on purpose, but just without trying. LOL. He just picks on her, and she can't let it go without trying to retaliate, and then, of course, he must have the last word. It's stinkin' hilarious!

I'm trying to plan out a couple of things I want to get done. I bought some organizing stuff for my room and some scrapbook stuff.

I want to finish putting my clothes all away. I got a couple of very cute jackets that I can wear to work, to interviews, or to dress up. Fun fun.

I want to get my scrapbook stuff put together and get a couple more pages done on my acrylic album.

For the money I spent at Archivers, I got a mess of free prints from Shutterfly. One thing I want to do this weekend is upload and order those so I make sure that I get all the pictures I need for my book, and get updated pictures up on my bulletin board at work. I keep pictures of the kids and grandkids on my wall. I get to talk about my family then, when people ask questions about the pictures.

And the yuckiest thing I need to do is clean the nasty bathtub again. Our water has so much iron in it that the shower wall turns orange just a short time after I clean it. I have some excellent stuff to clean it with...it's from Don Aslett's Clean Report website, called, oddly enough, Showers-N-Stuff. It is the greatest. I just wish the tub would stay clean longer.

If I can get all that done this weekend with all the moccotion, I mean commotion going on, I'll be a happy camper. Hey! There's another new word. I can use it when there is an extra special lot of commotion. It could be an event, like a party but on steroids. "We're having a moccotion. C'mon over!"

Oh. By the way, the banana pancakes last night were scrump-dilly-ish-uss. Thanks for the idea, Jessica, and DeeDee for telling me we should try them. We like pancakes anyway, but these would burst with a bite of juicy banana flavor when you ate them. It was just our regular pancake recipe, but at the end, I mashed some bananas coarsely, and mixed them in with the batter. Oh, my. It was like dessert for dinner.

Monday, September 15, 2008

so tired...

I don't know why I do this to myself. I get on the computer late at night--late meaning like, 10:30 or so, when I know I have to get up at 5 am. Well, it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't then stay on here until midnight or later, blogging and reading. Yikes.

Today I was pretty tired because that's what I did last night! Do you ever get in that half asleep state where you zone out for a minute and then realize that there is this dream conversation going on in your head that makes no sense whatsover? I was doing that on the way home from work today. I think that's as dangerous as driving under the influence.

See, I watched this piece on TV about DWT - driving while tired, and it talked about how your brain disengages when there's no challenge in driving, particularly when you're overtired. Meaning if the road is fairly straight, and there isn't much traffic, or if it's just stop and go - there's nothing to keep you paying attention.

So to stay alert, I have to talk to myself out loud, with exaggerated emphasis, about something that keeps my brain engaged. Like I'll talk about where I am going to put my furniture when I rearrange it. Or the next steps in our remodeling project. Or what to do with the remaining mess on my closet floor, or the sequence to follow when I plan a workshop. Things like that.

I probably look like a lunatic while I'm driving, because sometimes I end up shouting about where to put the couch or something. "WELL," at the top of my lungs, "if I put the chair under the window, how am I going to fit the couch on the north wall? I DON'T THINK THERE'S ROOM!!! HOW LONG IS THE COUCH, ANYWAY?"

And I'm gesturing wildly and bugging my eyes out, whipping my head back and forth. No wonder everyone gives me a wide berth. They either pass me quickly and speed away, or they back way off and follow from a distance. Sometimes I just crack up laughing at myself because I know how ridiculous I look. If Gail was still riding with me, she would be slouched down all the way on the seat so no one would recognize her, or hopping out and catching a cab. No, wait. She could drive and I could nap! LOL. But hey. It's either that, or I drift off the road and go sailing into the river.

Yeah, I know. Go to bed early, then. Bad mama. No internet.

I took a nice long nap when I got home, which felt fabulous. Except now, I'm back online again. I'm going to have to slap myself on the face, now, Three Stooges style. Good night!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

connections...

Yesterday was our day to grocery shop...it's usually a long, drawn out process. Just ask our kids. If they hear we're going grocery shopping, they've learned not to make plans that involve our help. :)

We make our meal list for the next two weeks, and then we make the grocery list so we have all the stuff to make the meals. On a good day, I'll clear the counter, and clean the fridge and the freezer before we go so we have room to put the groceries when we get home. The whole process usually ends up taking up the better part of my day.

It goes something like this:

Hon: What are you doing?
Me: Well, I was making the meal list, but I got a little sidetracked.
Hon: Yeah, I see that.

I close the blog I'm reading. It's almost impossible for me to get on the computer to make my meal list and my grocery list without getting sidetracked on the internet.

Hon: What have you got for meals so far?

I read through the list. He looks like he's listening. Then he comes over to the computer to read it himself.

Me: We have six days left to fill. What do you want for those days?
Hon: Do you have pancakes yet?
Me: Nope, not yet.
***if the kids are listening, one of them is rolling their eyes right about now***

We always try to put a few days of non-meat meals, to help keep the cost down. Plus, we like pancakes--at least the buttermilk ones from scratch.

I also almost always have a couple of meals on there with pasta and some kind of tomato sauce. For example, this time we have lasagna, homemade manicotti, and Darius Pasta, or D'Pasta, as I called it.

You might be wondering what in the world is Darius Pasta? Well, I do this thing online...blog surfing...did I mention that? And I find all these wonderful people who share their recipes on their blogs.

Hon: What is D'Pasta?
Me: It's a new meal I want to try. It's a goulashy kind of thing.
Hon: Where'd you get it from?
Me: From this blog I read. It sounds really good.
Hon: What is this with recipes from blogs lately?

I've been trying out a lot of recipes from The Pioneer Woman lately. This recipe, however, is a yummy-sounding find from Mama Mel at It's a Long Way from the Theta House. She got it from someone else and renamed the recipe after one of her boys. He helped her make it. And it looks like he liked it, too, from the pictures she posted.

Oh, and her Symphony Brownies recipe? Go find it on her site. I think I got a sugar rush just from reading the recipe. Zowie!

But anyway, I digress. I renamed the pasta dish again. I called it D'Pasta, because I wasn't sure if I'd remember Darius' name, being as he's not my kid and all. No offense, Mama Mel, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to remember it now. I was reading last night in my One Year Chronological Bible and all of a sudden this name pops out at me. I'm reading about King Darius. I immediately thought of this recipe. Love the connection. Mel, you rock.

So really if you think about it, getting sidetracked by blogs is actually a legitimate activity when I'm making my meal list. Yes!!

If you made it this far and haven't had enough reading, here's the end product.

Sat - Leftovers
Sun - ham, mashed potatoes, green beans
Mon - BBQ country style ribs in the crockpot
Tue - beef & broccoli stir fry (a popular recipe from another blog)
Wed - D' Pasta
Thu - banana pancakes
Fri - fried fish & sweet potato oven fries
Sat - chicken & dumplings (because we never made them last time)
Sun - best lasagna (from another blog)
Mon - bacon, egg & cheese sandwiches
Tue - pasta with peas
Wed - homemade manicotti
Thu - meatballs & mashed potatoes
Fri - Giada's balsamic chicken drummies

Whew! I'm tired just from typing it all. Now we gotta cook it.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

a moment of silence...

At 8:45 this morning at my work, we are having a moment of silence to honor the victims of 9/11. It's been seven years already...but it seems closer than that.

I remember that morning very well. I was driving to work when it happened, and I had the CD player going in my car instead of the radio, so I had no clue anything was wrong until I got to work.

There were coworkers and students glued to a small TV in the reception area when I got to work. Some people were crying. I remember asking someone if they knew what everyone was watching. She told me what happened, and her face was incredibly sad. It was like I couldn't process the words she was saying. They went in my brain, but they just bounced around like ping pong balls before they bounced out again. It just didn't seem real.

I called home and talked to my honey, and he confirmed it. It was such a somber, subdued day. Some people were sitting still, not moving, just staring into nothingness with their eyes glazed with tears. Others were talking, but only in hushed tones, their conversation muted. I just walked to my work area, and I didn't talk to anyone else.

I kept running it through my mind, as if trying to make sense out of it, and each time I did, fresh tears would well up and spill down, burning my cheeks. I'm sure that when we have our moment of silence today, I'll relive those same emotions...I hate crying in front of other people.

Any memories you would like to share? Where were you when you found out?

Monday, September 8, 2008

a "clean the refrigerator" post

Did you ever have "clean the refrigerator" for dinner? I learned the "recipe" from my first mother-in-law. It's what she did when there were lots of leftovers and she didn't want to waste them...she put them all together somehow into a casserole, and served it up like it was a fresh meal.

And sometimes everyone would say, "That was delicious! We should have it again." Gramma would just giggle in the kitchen, because there was no guarantee of having that combination of leftovers all at the same time again. It was just serendipity.

Well, this is my clean the refrigerator post. I'm taking bits and pieces of happenings from the last week, and combining them all into one conglomerate post. It might be delicious, or it might just be a lengthy mess!

Last week was a short week at work, and the last thing I remember from Friday was thinking that it was going to be a peaceful weekend. It was not to be.

Saturday started out on a bright note, however. I got a package in the mail from Karen at the Art of Heart with the earrings I have been impatiently waiting for: the beautiful Sparklers in shades of blue.



Don't look at the fingerprint on the glass. The camera sees all. I must have left buttery toast prints on it without realizing it. Duh...

But that wasn't all. Karen surprised me with a bonus pair of earrings--what a charming, generous thing to do. The second pair looks like a couple of rolled up lemon Jolly Rancher candies strung on a wire, and hanging below those, the most darling daisy charms. They are so me! You sweetheart, you! And this in the middle of her own sad news...her precious pet Peanut is no more. Thanks for your thoughtfulness, Karen.



I wore them to work today, and one of my coworkers said they looked good enough to sample. She managed to resist, however. Aren't they absolutely darling??!

Dee said I should get a tattoo of a daisy--"right across the back of your neck," she says, cracking up laughing at herself. Ummm, let me think. NO. Although the daisies are a good tattoo idea. Just not on the back of my neck.

More from Saturday: Dee's work had a picnic for employees and their families, and she took Gail and Erica with her to help watch Mr. X while she helped set up the picnic. It should have been a great day all around. Games, food, and prizes galore.

The girls took little X-man down to the playground, and when they took him down the slide, Mr. X caught his shoe on the side of the slide again, and instantly started crying "Owie, owie!" If you've been reading my blog for a while, you remember when he did that the last time. He couldn't walk on it for a week or more.

This time was worse...yeah, he fractured his leg--not at the ankle, but farther up on the tibia, the bone that connects the knee and the ankle. Ai--ee!! Poor little guy. Poor Erica. She'll probably never take him down a slide again. Those doggone tennis shoes are so sticky on the slides.



But I'm pretty sure he has forgiven her already.



Momma Dee took him to the orthopedic surgeon today, and they put a permanent cast with a walking boot on him. He doesn't trust it--he hasn't put any weight on it as of yet, although Erica did get to sign his cast already.

He was CRAB-BY tonight! He was so overtired he was just beside himself. I tried holding him to give Dee a break, but he just kept sobbing, "Mama! Mama!" and reaching desperately for her. She gave him his antibiotic and his pain meds and he was asleep literally within a minute after she laid him down. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day for him.

Pearly and the boys came over for a while tonight to visit ChiChi. Del passed up McDonald's because he wanted to come see "Cheet-Shi". And then he was having so much fun teasing Grandpa, calling him Meemaw (gramma) and Uncle John instead of Grandpa. He laughed so hard he fell down. What a doll. He is so smart.

And he has such a great imagination. You think not? How about when he came over wearing a new pair of Tigger underwear on his head because he was absolutely convinced that it was actually his new Spiderman mask! Seriously. LOL



He's using one leg hole to see out of. Don'tcha love the way his little puff of hair sticks up out of the other leg hole? So classic. Pearly says that this is going to be his yearbook baby picture when he is a senior in high school. She is a worrier, but she is doing great with this whole motherhood thing.

Our grandbabies are awesome. Runs in the family, I guess. *bashful grin*

Speaking of boys, I haven't heard from the Wyoming boys for a while...grrr! I miss them! They're just getting so independent, y'know. Yes I know the phone works both ways. I could call them, too, huh. Just let me whine a minute, willya?

Are you ready for this? We're expecting...another baby--a grandbaby. GRANDbaby, I said. For crying in the sink, didja think I was going to have another one? Hehe. That will make fourteen grandsweeties. Zowie!

And I finally took pictures of the acrylic album I've been working on...I'll put a few of them here. I'm having so much fun with it that I don't know if I want to finish it or not. At least not until I have another project lined up.



The picture right above here is the front cover...redesigned from the original project we did at Archiver's. I doubled the size of this album so I could fit the whole family in it. I think this will be a great album for my desk. It's fun to share with people. You can instantly tell who the scrapbooking people are.






Will has more kids, so I needed to add an envelope for extra pictures. I'm still waiting for one of the new baby to add in there. You know they moved their whole family, lock, stock and barrel out to Wyoming when the baby was less than a month old. In fact, I think he might have been all of two weeks old.

Oh, to be young again! More power to them. But the only thing is, is that's a long way to drive to take pictures of the little guy. It takes like ten hours to get out there, barring unforeseen blizzards or flat tires. I'll have to keep harassing them to send me one.



And skipping over all the unfinished pages, here is the back cover...still needing the perfect picture to finish it off.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

a little funny for your Wednesday



Free is celebrating because her kids are going back to school...I think I'll celebrate being back at my regular job, as opposed to working in the bookstore.
Where does she find these?

BOMDLOL (banging on my desk, laughing out loud) Yes, Gail, I'm making it up as I go. Yes, I can do that. No, you don't have to use it.

Okay, sorry about that. Just having a momentary diversion here, at my back-to-my-job party for one.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

monday meal list, a day late

I tried to think of a "t" word for meals so I could pair it with Tuesday, but it's late and I'm tired. So we have a Monday Meal List on a Tuesday. We're trying to make some different meals lately. We're learning to cook smaller portions. Let me say we're slowly learning to cook smaller portions.

Some of them are the same-old, same-old, but some of them are new.

This is probably not the most interesting thing in the world to read, but you know what? Maybe it'll tempt the kids to come home and visit if they see a meal they like. Ha! (Or, it'll keep them away for sure!)

Wednesday: Chicken Tortellini with Prosciutto (Sounds good, doesn't it? Don't get too excited. It's a heat-and-eat from the dairy department. But pasta and I are great friends, no matter where it comes from.)

Thursday: Beef stew with homemade dumplings (My honey makes the best dumplings.)

Friday: Hot dogs and baked beans

Saturday: Crockpot Chow Mein (This one I can do. Super easy, super good.)

Sunday: Chicken and dumplings (Hmmm...one of us was hungry for dumplings)

Monday: Cheeseburgers on the grill

Tuesday: Grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches

Wednesday: Breaded chicken breast with gravy

Thursday: Chicken chili

Friday: Frozen pizza (This is the end of our two week meal period, and we always try to have something easy on Friday because we go grocery shopping that night. Well, in an ideal world we would go shopping that day. Sometimes it ends up being Saturday, Sunday, or God forbid, Monday or Tuesday. I hate those weeks.)

So nothing too fancy. More often than not, you'll find meals made from scratch. They're usually cheaper, and I think they taste better. But on the down side, that's part of why we eat so late. We don't get the meals started in time.

But even if we're having hotdogs or macaroni and cheese, if we have the meals planned out, it saves us from procrastination and indecision. *said with a straight face*

Huh. Who am I kidding?

Monday, September 1, 2008

I survived the weekend!

Well, it's wind-down time...that short window between the time when all the company leaves and the time when I have to go to bed. Most of the in-town kids came over for BBQ today. The grandbabies were running on full steam. I'm absolutely certain that OSHA would have made earplugs mandatory had they measured the noise level in here. I can remember when every day was like that. It makes me appreciate the quiet times that I occasionally have now.

But my honey got to break in his newly completed fancy-dancy grill today!

He's been working on this magnificent piece all summer. He started with two fifty-gallon barrels and a rectangle of bricks laid out near the garage. He painstakingly cut, drilled, bolted, sawed, and bent various pieces of metal and wood until out of all the conglomeration of materials, a beautiful grill emerged.

He now has a humungous cooking apparatus. The two barrels are connected end to end, with a smokestack on one end, and a firebox on the other end. He can put charcoal in the bottom of the whole grill and cook enough food for sixty people, or he can put the charcoal in the firebox on the end, and he can smoke meat in the main part of the grill for a day and a half, or as long as he can stay awake to keep feeding the fire.

There's nothing he likes better than barbecuing outside all day. He had a huge beef brisket and a couple of chickens cooking out there. He says he overslept, but I swear he was up before dawn. Dinner was done in the late evening, which is nothing unusual, though, because we eat later than anyone else we know! It was delish!

My tastiest contribution to the meal was peach cobbler...I used up the last of our delicious Colorado peaches with this dish. I promise you this is the best recipe for peach cobbler anywhere! It's not difficult; it just takes a little time. But it doesn't get soggy, even if you put the leftovers in the fridge for the next day. If you have any.

Old-Fashioned Peach Cobbler

· 8 cups fresh peaches, sliced and peeled (or you can use frozen)
· 2 cups sugar
· 1/4 cup flour
· 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
· 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg (fresh is best)
· 1/3 cup butter, melted
· Pastry for double-crust pie

Preheat oven to 475°F. Combine the peaches, sugar, flour, cinnamon and nutmeg in a Dutch oven. Allow to set until sugar is dissolved and a syrup forms.

Over medium heat, bring the peach mixture to a boil, then reduce heat to low and cook until tender, about 10 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in melted butter. Set aside and keep warm.

Roll out half the pastry as for a pie, but cut it into an 8-inch square. Spoon half the peach mixture into a lightly buttered 8-inch square Pyrex dish. Cover with the pastry square.

Bake for 12 to 14 minutes, or until lightly browned. Remove from oven and spoon remaining peach mixture over the baked pastry.

Roll out the remaining pastry, and sprinkle cinnamon sugar liberally over the top. Press the cinnamon sugar into the top of the crust with the rolling pin. Or if you're ambitious, cut crust into strips about an inch wide. Arrange strips in a loose lattice weave over the peach mixture. Sprinkle lightly with granulated sugar.

Bake an additional 15 to 20 minutes or until browned.

Let cool until you can't stand to leave it alone. Scoop out a sample to make sure it tastes okay. Pronounce it unfit for human consumption, and bring the dish to your room so you don't have to share it. Oh, never mind that. It never works for me, either. Wishful thinking.

Just an FYI...I don't use an 8-inch square baking dish, just because I don't have one. I don't remember if I've ever had one. I use an oval 3 quart Corningware casserole dish for the cobbler, and it works just fine.

I wish I had thought to take a picture of it before we sampled, because it was perfect! I'm slipping, I know! But there it is...my Labor Day wind-down post.