It turned cold this week! Not knowing if it was going to ice this morning, and not wanting to be in the limbo-land of am I going in or not going in, I just made a choice and took a vacation day today. That it happens to be Friday is so much the better!
Did I do anything momentous? No. Any housecleaning? Just minimal. Anything? Well, I had lunch with Elizabeth, worked on a quilt project, did some laundry, cooked some stuffed peppers so I could freeze some for my lunches, piddled with my geocaching supplies, did some shopping, read a bit on a new cookbook I bought, and did pretty much whatever I wanted to do. All in all, a very nice day.
Yes, another taste of retirement. Since it's only 2 years, 2 months, and 6 days away, I need this practice once in awhile so it won't be a shock to my system.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Woo-hoo!
After a whirlwind courtship, Elizabeth and David are married! Included in the package is David's 5 year old daughter Lily. We welcome them to the family.
David says its not a whirlwind on his part, he knew over 3 years ago what he wanted, and he just waited for Elizabeth to figure it out. When she became available, he stepped up, and I guess you can say the rest will be history.
I wish them many blessings and a beautiful life together.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The things we do for our kids...
I was eating a Happy Meal cheeseburger the other night, and took a look at the little toy, pondering what to do with it. One of the guys from work saw my face, and, correctly guessing what I was thinking, suggested that I hold onto it. "It could wind up being worth $38 someday," was his wry comment. He then related the story of his 4 year old son's request to Santa for a specific toy that he'd never heard of...a week before Christmas. He got on-line, did some looking, and found the little toy...yes, a Happy Meal toy...on auction. He and his wife watched the bids, it was getting down to the wire, and, yep, he won the bid at $38. Sure enough, Santa placed the toy in Samuel's stocking, and all was right in his world.
Of course, I then had to relate my story of Strawberry Shortcake's miraculous ability to grow hair...and that she could only grow it once! When Elizabeth was little, probably 3 or 4, she had a little Strawberry Shortcake doll that she loved dearly...and truthfully I guess we all did, because we all did our share of "talking" for her. One day at the babysitter's house, the sitter's granddaughter led Elizabeth into styling Strawberry's hair. It was so sad when I picked her up that afternoon. I could tell she was upset when she showed Strawberry to me. Well, we went home, and that evening her dad and I told her we'd try washing Strawberry's hair with something special to see if we could "grow" her hair, but just understand it would probably only work once. You can probably guess the rest. After she went to bed, Reggie ran all over town to find another Strawberry doll. When he returned, we changed out her clothes so that she was wearing the right dress, and kind of smudged her up a bit to look truly loved and to have that wagged-around look.
We got by with it...until a few years later. As I said, we all loved Strawberry, and I personally couldn't bear to part with the original, so she went into the attic. Well, when we sold that house, Elizabeth happened to be in the garage with me as I was checking to see what was up there, and she saw her head poking out of a box. Hopefully she wasn't traumatized by the deception.
Of course, I then had to relate my story of Strawberry Shortcake's miraculous ability to grow hair...and that she could only grow it once! When Elizabeth was little, probably 3 or 4, she had a little Strawberry Shortcake doll that she loved dearly...and truthfully I guess we all did, because we all did our share of "talking" for her. One day at the babysitter's house, the sitter's granddaughter led Elizabeth into styling Strawberry's hair. It was so sad when I picked her up that afternoon. I could tell she was upset when she showed Strawberry to me. Well, we went home, and that evening her dad and I told her we'd try washing Strawberry's hair with something special to see if we could "grow" her hair, but just understand it would probably only work once. You can probably guess the rest. After she went to bed, Reggie ran all over town to find another Strawberry doll. When he returned, we changed out her clothes so that she was wearing the right dress, and kind of smudged her up a bit to look truly loved and to have that wagged-around look.
We got by with it...until a few years later. As I said, we all loved Strawberry, and I personally couldn't bear to part with the original, so she went into the attic. Well, when we sold that house, Elizabeth happened to be in the garage with me as I was checking to see what was up there, and she saw her head poking out of a box. Hopefully she wasn't traumatized by the deception.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Chicken 'n Dumplings
Mmmm. Chicken 'n dumplings. Now, there's comfort food. Who can resist sitting down to a bowl of this version of chicken soup? I don't remember Mom making it too much, though I'm sure she must have. Probably the earliest meal that stands out in my mind is one we had at Sue and Troy's. We had just driven in from Texas, and it was cold outside. We walked in the door, and it didn't take her just minutes to finish putting it together. It really hit the spot.
I'd say each time I make it, it's a little bit different, and with the exception of the time I accidentally used crescent rolls instead of biscuits, it's always good. The nice creamy broth with shredded chicken, maybe some celery and carrots. And don't make flat dumplings. They need to be, well, dumply. Life doesn't get much better, does it?
I'd say each time I make it, it's a little bit different, and with the exception of the time I accidentally used crescent rolls instead of biscuits, it's always good. The nice creamy broth with shredded chicken, maybe some celery and carrots. And don't make flat dumplings. They need to be, well, dumply. Life doesn't get much better, does it?
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