A few more things I thought were funny…. Since several of you mentioned that this “needed” to go on the blog, I thought I’d share with you everything leading up to my visit with our vet today. I should start by giving you the “back story”. It goes like this: Bill and I are not very handy people. My dad is handy, Bill’s dad is handy…but Bill and I, not so much. It’s like the “handy” gene just skipped right…
OH Savannah. She kills me. And the truth of it is, she is so much like me it’s frightening. She keeps forgetting to bring her homework home. She’ll swear up and down she put it in her backpack and when she finds it in her desk the next day at school she’ll go…”oh yeah right…I remember now, I left it here.” Reminds me of the time Bill asked me, literally for months, if I had gotten my birth certificate since…
Here you go…this years recipe selections from the Hilltop Honeys. None of these are from me because, well…you all know my cooking stories. Now this is true….one year I gave the “honeys” my cooking “find of the year” tip involving instant mashed potatoes. They just nodded politely and didn’t write anything down. Then a minute later Michelle exclaims…”My mom LOVES those potatoes”. Those girls couldn’t scribble it down fast enough. Same potatoes. Now granted, Michelle’s mom is a very impressive…
I have mentioned that our family joined a super nice gym last fall. Indoor soccer field, huge rock climbing wall, more granite (walls, counters, etc.) than you’d see on the Lowe’s display floor. I mean it is really nice. And they are very proud of their services. So proud in fact, that they charge, what I think is a LOT of money, for anything additional….like a personal trainer for example. We got one free session with our membership. I thought…
I mentioned on Friday that I was going on a (for me) Girls “half-a-weekend”. For my friends Carol, Michelle and Debra it was a full weekend, but I came home early to watch Brittany play in her championship basketball game. She didn’t win, but as we told her…at least her team made it to the big game. I’m still trying to convince her dad (the assistant coach) of that though as I think he took the loss harder than she…
Tonight was Savannah’s weekly violin lesson. She was so excited because she got a new song that she has been chomping at the bit to begin playing. The song is called “Perpetual Motion.” I’m starting to think it’s my theme song. Kind of like a metaphor for my life. It has no rests…no breaks whatsoever. It just goes and goes and goes….and goes. Quickly. And as I listened I thought about my day. You know the drill….kids up, lunches packed,…
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know I am very proud of my boy. I think he is just like his dad, a “chip off the ole block” if you will. He’s sweet, kind, fun….and I’m adding to the list smart. Because today I told him he needed to stop playing Webkinz all the time. I told him his brain was going to turn to mush. A little later I heard him telling Savannah….”I can’t play Webkinz because I…
Most everyone has heard of the tragedy that happened in Christian singer/songwriter Steven Curtis Chapman’s family last Spring. One afternoon, one of his sons accidentally ran over and killed their adopted daughter, Maria. It was heartbreaking not only to read but to hear. After some time, the Chapman family granted some interviews with the media. They described the situation and how it took place. Maria was life-flighted to Vanderbilt Hospital. Steven Curtis Chapman was backing down the driveway to go…
Well, since I was already highlighting my cooking impaired skills yesterday, I thought I’d share a few more of them today. So here are…”A few more things I thought were funny….”. Like the time when Bill and I were newlyweds. I thought it would be romantic to cook an Italian something together. So I bought the ingredients and we began to assemble manicotti. It called for a clove of garlic. I had never cooked with fresh garlic before and later…
Rachel Ray I am not. Martha Stewart, not her either. I don’t spend much (ok, any) time watching the Food Network because it only discourages me. I would LOVE to cook like that…and my sister does, but I’m just not the kind that can look at my ingredients and think….what kind of meal would all this make? I think those meals in a bag at the grocery store are pure genius. Warm and serve…it’s all good. But after some of…