sparkle

Tangerine toenail polish, just for today.

Sparkles and black flip flops just sort of work.

Makes me happy.

The end.

for me?

Quick, right now stop and describe your spouse. The clothes he is wearing, the shoes. Baseball hat or not, wearing a watch or not? Sure we would like to think that we would notice if they had a new scar across their face or a different hair style. If the police came to my home with a police sketch artist and said describe what your husband was wearing when you picked him up from the airport on Friday night. tick, tock, tick, tock...........Jeopardy music is playing...dum...dee...dum.......tick, tock.

OKAY. I can't.

You want to know why?

I got the call. You know the one, sitting in the cell phone lot at the airport, waiting for the call. My phone rang, it was him. woohoo, I got the call. I started the engine, pulled out into traffic, drove up to the arrival terminal, looked for the airline sign, eased over four lanes, watched for crazy taxi drivers, people hugging, people waving, yelling.....lots of friendly shouts. Quick stops and starts....looking for Mr. Right.

I glanced over and saw a figure that sure looked like him. However, all I could focus on was the frosted bag with handles that he held in his left hand. Sure there was black luggage and a dress bag and lap top bag (I guess). I only had eyes for that frosted bag with a tin inside. Ah, the gold and blue striped tin. My heart fluttered. Oh my, was it what I thought it was? I hope. I hope. I hope.

Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy the trinkets and hotel soaps and potions and t-shirts from all the places he travels.....just this time...he was coming in from Chicago........could it be..........please, please, please.

Sure, sure, quick kiss...he hands it over. I hear music, heavenly music.

Okay, first I love that he carried it through the airport(s) and made it on the plane and put it in the overhead bin and had to talk with lots of people about their opinions about it. "Did you know it was on Oprah's favorite things list?" No he didn't. Yes, I did. He does now. ha

Second, I really love and appreciate that while on a business trip, the owner of the business drove him downtown Chicago, dropped him off and then circled around and double parked so that Mr. Right could buy a present of pure goodness for his wife. Who said business men were not soft and sweet and thoughtful?

Third, that Mr. Right somehow with everything on his mind remembered that I said I had always wanted to try it. Yep, "the" mix. I am talking about the Chicago mix. It is half cheese popcorn and half caramel corn. The smell is intoxicating and makes your mouth water. The taste, oh the taste. Just divine. Pure goodness in a tin. The tin even has a metal handle. There is a little paper piece that lines the inside lid. Tells you of the goodness.

I sat in the front seat of our car as he pulled away from the curb. I managed to open the taped seal. I opened the lid. I took a deep breath. I took one perfect piece. I slowly put it into my mouth. It was everything I thought it would be and more. It was crisp and bursting with flavor.

Oh, I just love it when Mr. Right comes home. It doesn't matter if it is just our garage door opening and him driving in from work. Or if he is home from a quick trip to the grocery store. I just melt a little bit more when he arrives at Sea/Tac International Airport after being gone on business. Especially when he comes bearing goodies from far away lands.

Have I mentioned lately that popcorn, in all it's glory, is my favorite all time food?

Have I mentioned lately that I am one lucky girl?

Love might be blind, however, this girls' obsession with popcorn, comes with crystal clear vision, at least when it comes to spotting blue and gold striped tins.

I can't wait to share

It was a dark and stormy night....

We rented "Captain America" and made sandwiches and soup.

The movie 5 stars. The soup 5 stars. Snuggled inside while
it poured outside 5 stars.

Leek Potato soup, oh yeah, yum..........nope Sunday's Child can't wait for Tuesdays Treats to share this heavenly recipe. Stop by if you need buttermilk as I have extra.

1 pound leeks, cleaned and dark green sections removed, approximately 4 to 5 medium
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
Heavy pinch kosher salt, plus additional for seasoning
14 ounces, approximately 3 small, Yukon gold potatoes, peeled and diced small
1 quart vegetable broth
1 cup heavy cream
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 teaspoon white pepper
1 tablespoon snipped chives

Directions


Chop the leeks into small pieces.

In a 6-quart saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the leeks and a heavy pinch of salt and sweat for 5 minutes. Decrease the heat to medium-low and cook until the leeks are tender, approximately 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Add the potatoes and the vegetable broth, increase the heat to medium-high, and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to low, cover, and gently simmer until the potatoes are soft, approximately 45 minutes.

Turn off the heat and puree the mixture with an immersion blender until smooth. Stir in the heavy cream, buttermilk, and white pepper. Taste and adjust seasoning if desired. Sprinkle with chives and serve immediately, or chill and serve cold.


I served it warm and with the exception of using black pepper instead of white I followed the directions to a tee.

It was the perfect comfort food for a fall evening. I highly recommend the movie and the soup. Both were out of this world.

yum

ESP

While having lunch with a girlfriend a few weeks back, we meandered through a few shops in a local small town. Me with my bright idea of "getting into" Halloween. Didn't buy a thing. We did happen upon these really lovely blocks of wood with painted letters on them. They caught my eye. I thought you could decorate with them sideways as well as up and down.

One of the nice things that comes with having a friend for over 35 years is that you sort of have this esp thing going on. You somehow know when to send a card. You just have a feeling & know when to bake cookies to share. It really kicks into high gear when you flip something over at a gift shop and you don't even look at each other. Your brain is SCREAMING $64.00 for three pieces of wood with a bit of paint! Oh dear. You both tumble out of the shop, laughing and smirking and then roar with laughter when you both say at the same time, sixty four dollars??? yeah, right.

Here's the thing about having a girl friend, when you have a poopy week because Mr. Right is gone on business, she just "happens" to want to meet for coffee. She just "happens" to have a handmade gift in the car when you hug to leave.

Yep, you already saw the end of the story coming. She went home and bought the wood and painted the letters we saw in the gift shop. Because we are friends, I KNOW she didn't pay more than $5.00. Which makes me super happy. She gave of her time and talent and her gift of art that is beyond priceless to me.

I now have Halloween up in my home. It is fun and sparkly and happy.

The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious.

hand made

I am quite sure you are well aware of the poem that I "sort of stole the idea" for my blog title. It is called Saturday's child poem. I am thinking maybe Sunday's Child will share Treats on Tuesdays! just a thought....

Saturdays child poem
AKA Mondays child

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

I have embroidered that on many a dish towels. I started doing embroidery the summer when I turned 11. My grandmother took me to the dime store in Ferndale, Washington and I got to choose a stamped blank piece of fabric with a saying. It said, East West Home is Best.

My grandma had a sewing box full of all tangled embroidery floss. I chose lots of colors. Some letters are different, some words are pink, a couple are green. I loved the red. I used the red for a couple flowers.

Not very often do people ask about my stitchery. Out of the blue on Saturday I was asked about some of my samplers. Some have taken over 80 hours to complete. I use mainly linen now. Irish linen is my favorite. I have made many reproductions and then hanging beside those are more contemporary samplers. All make me really happy.

I am currently working on a piece of red work as a Christmas gift. It will be a pillow. As the person I am making it for collects snowmen, it has a big happy snowman front and center. I am backing it with snowman fabric and three black buttons to close it. Sewing here and there it is coming along nicely. Making it brings a smile to my face every single time I pick it up.

I miss browsing through cross stitch shops. I used to love to meander through real fabric stores with bolt after bolt of fabric to feel and think about.

Oh sure, I buy my share of patterns on line and fabric too. Just not the same.

I wish I could convince women my age as well as the younger generation just how much happiness it brings me to create something with my hands. There is so much talk about depression and feeling blue. In the evenings I sit under a full spectrum light and stitch away. I love planning the project. I love beginning and all through watching it come to life. I pretty much love to finish them off. All except paying to have them framed, yikes, that is a pricey date. I love giving them as gifts to people who truly understand & value the time and love that it took to make them. It brings pure joy and happiness sitting there all by myself to look at some of the pieces. Oh, and I love to visit with others who create things as well.

I would love to talk hand stitchery with anyone. I would love to have show and tell. This form of art is at times breathtaking and getting to share and view such pieces is a pleasure.

Selfishly, maybe when I am gone, my pieces will be passed on and I will be remembered.

Heart and Hand shall never part, when this you see, Remember Me.

Teasing my Taste buds on Tuesday

Still working on a title for Tuesday's recipe
sharing.

drum roll, and behind door number one.............White Chocolate Raspberry Trifles!

The fondest memories are made gathered around the table. So call a couple friends, set the table and dig in. This could be a great memory in the making.

Saturday night we hosted a lovely fall dinner party. Let's be honest, I could go on and on about the appetizers or the Vegetable Bisque with Thyme or the roasted garlic smashed potatoes with fresh Parmesan, but no one would really care. What everyone wants to hear about, see and learn to make is the dessert.

Okay, it was so good and easy, I made it again for Sunday night's family dinner. A certain little sweet Grand girlie loved a bowl of fresh raspberries and a couple of teaspoons of the cream.

Buckle up here we go:

First earlier in the week I baked a yellow cake in a jelly roll pan. Let cool. I cut out the entire cake into circles using my biscuit cutter. Wrapped each in plastic then froze them. I stored them in a zip lock bag in the freezer.

I used a full bag of frozen Raspberries to make the sauce. Mix together 2 teaspoons cornstarch, 3 Tablespoons sugar, 1/3 cup cold water and 12 ounces of thawed raspberries. In a small saucepan, mix & cook over medium heat, until it boils. Continue stirring and boil one minute. Pour sauce into a mesh sieve placed over a bowl to remove seeds.

Let an 8 ounce tub-o-cool whip thaw in the refrigerator. YES, I said cool whip, crazy I know.

Melt 3 ounces white Ghiradelli baking bar. cool slightly. Mix the melted white chocolate into the cool whip. It will break up into a million little pieces (not the book, silly).

Okay set up your assembly line. I used stemless wine glasses as my trifle cups. Put a spoonful of sauce in the bottom and a sliced in half cake round, then a dollop of the cool whip, then some sauce, then a piece of cake .......you get the idea. Top with lots of fresh raspberries and a couple pieces of melted and broken white chocolate.

I love what the recipe says at the end:

Serve to fancy people.

Fall clean up

Have you always wondered who the people were that filled up the shelves at Goodwill or the Salvation Army with mismatched cups and saucers and the odd lid to a cooking
pan but no pan? Have you ever wondered why there is only one wooden candle stick holder for sale and not a pair? Why on earth there was a butter dish and cover, matching sugar bowl and nothing else to the set, sitting right there in perfect condition just begging for you to buy them?

I am that person. Yep, sadly, I am part of the problem. Or as I like to refer to this situation as part of MY solution.

Yesterday, Mr. Right and I were putting away dishes from a very lovely dinner party from the previous night. You know the drill, move this to squeeze in that. If I stack this salt cellar that will free up 1 1/2" space that I can fit in one crystal candle holder and if I put every dessert dish side by side I can use that to form a "table" to stack something else on top.

enough. Thirty years of collecting. enough.

It was just too much. For some reason, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. We took the centerpiece off the dining room table and dug in. I was in one of those "moods". You know, the good kind. You want to toss out, donate and throw away odds and ends and weird stuff you feel guilty about every single time you look at them. We started with the china hutch cupboards, moved on to kitchen cabinets, and even opened the cupboard in the laundry room where I just stash stuff I don't want to deal with.

Like removing a band aid, some items are easy, quick & painless. A china pitcher from Germany with no lid that I "could someday use for a vase". gone. A butter dish with matching lid, perfect condition, not a chip, excellent color. Unfortunately, I donated the entire set about 2 years ago and mistakenly forgot to add the matching butter dish. gone. One ugly, ugly tea cup with a seagull painted on it and the china so poorly made feels rough in your hands. gone. Just gone.

Then you come across exquisite pieces of crystal or china that just takes your breath away. With not a hint of hesitation, the word "keep" just tumbles out of your mouth. I happen to be the care taker of some family pieces that are to be passed down. keep. Then tucked away in the back corner are the pottery trinket holders and uneven stained glass candle holders that our boys made me. KEEP. Easy and painless. Looking at those gifts makes me smile, they make me happy. Those pieces have earned the "right" to take up space.

I have a gorgeous, stunning really, hand carved wooden bowl from an artist (Mr. Pulver) who lived a couple doors away from my grandparents. Some fifteen to twenty years ago, my grandparents would ask my mother what "couple" gift we would want for Christmas. Inevitably, it ended up them giving money (they are just too hard to buy for) to buy something we wanted. One year, I spoke up and said I would really like a bowl. A wooden bowl, from your neighbor, Mr. Pulver, nothing else. The family thought I had lost my mind. Why on earth would you want a wooden bowl? You have plenty of lovely bowls. I dug my heals in.

Mr. Pulver had had a heart attack years before and had to retire from his white collar job. He walked 5 miles a day and needed a new job. He would find wood burls in the woods. He carved & created bowls and spoons and even more bowls. He started buying some "fancy" wood pieces to work on as well. Well by golly, a friend started selling them to folks in the big city. You know, Seattle and Bellevue, city folks. They will pay WHAT for a wooden bowl? Just plain crazy. Okay. I will make more and sell more to those crazy "city folks".

I just happened to get my wish. My grandfather traded some wood on his land for one silly bowl. No money changed hands. My grandmother wrapped it up and gave us the gift. There you go, it's what you wanted. No enthusiasm at all, just there you go missy.

I was reminded yesterday, how I had chosen wisely.

It was easy to give away plastic bowls,glass bowls,tiny bowls,chipped bowls and yes even one poorly made wooden salad bowl, machine made. I said DONATE, as fast as my brain and mouth could coordinate. easy.

We filled the dining room table surface and started stacking the next layer. It felt good. However, what felt really good was near the end of this spur of the moment cleaning frenzy, I got a stack of tissue paper and started wrapping. Mr. Right brought in box after empty box and hauled out filled boxes of tissue wrapped treasures (for someone else to treasure). He loaded them right into our car.
We got our hat and coats on and took a Sunday drive. Oh not the relaxing kind of calm, look at the pretty fall colors drive. The kind where after you unload all those boxes and a couple bags of clothing to round it all out, you feel lighter, happier really. You actually don't say a word, he held up his palm and we high "fived" like a couple of giddy teenagers. Yep, it felt that good to accomplish something so freeing. In exchange for boxes and boxes and bags of donations we got a little piece of paper as a receipt.

We gave away boxes of guilt and ugliness and unwanted items that were never going to be used or loved by us. Stepping into our home on the return trip, it didn't look one bit different. However, we knew each cupboard was less crowded, more organized and contained only items that we valued.

Later that evening when a certain sweet Grand girlie was opening up every single cupboard before and after dinner, we did not cringe. We did not feel one ounce of embarrassment when the doors were opened. Every item was stacked, even and orderly lined up behind each door.

I happen to have the privilege and honor of having some lovely dishes and glassware with which we are able to entertain and share our table with family and friends. It is a real pleasure to serve those people on items that are cared for and treated with value.

"To invite a person into your house is to take charge of his happiness for as long as he is under your roof".

inner fire

At different points throughout your adult life, your inner fire will go out.
DON'T WORRY. Spend time with people who can rekindle your inner spirit and don't ever forget to tell them how much they mean to you.

I read that earlier today. It summed up perfectly our dinner out with friends last night.

You are unaware that your "inner fire" has burned down. Then out of the blue, you have an out of body experience and you see yourself laughing and enjoying the moment. You are sitting there having a really, really good time.

It is not easy. It is not just handed to you. You have to work for it, because it is so worth it. You have to bring your A game. You have to use your head and use those big grown up words you know you have in the back of your brain. Sometimes you just aren't called upon to bring 'em out and dust them off. You find yourself in the company of people who are really intelligent and interesting and full of life.

It is a privilege to be in conversation with folks who yes, have troubles or set backs, but somehow have learned the art of setting those aside just for a couple hours and can really be in the moment. You can see their intensity glowing. Being with people like that brings out the best in you. It is not for sissies. You have to look them right in the eye. You have to have all those wires in your brain firing at the same time.

It is a beautiful tennis match right there smack in the middle of a pub. It is a give and take. It is back and forth with current events and jokes, smiles and questions. It is the time honored skill of social grace. When you are in the middle of it, you almost don't realize how lucky you are. It is a moment in time that the television producers would have you believe happens every day to every person.

Life is not like that. Those moments in time just click. You don't plan them. It is not a Hallmark card about friendship. It is a gift. Pure and simple. We all have friends, co-workers and acquaintances that come and go in life. Every once in a while you win the lotto. Somehow the stars align or it is just plain dumb luck, whatever you call it, it is lovely.

You just feel lucky to sit in the middle of an old brick building, order some traditional Fish and Chips with an adult beverage to wash it all down. You don't want to get all mushy. You just sit a little taller, your posture is better, you feel warmer and somehow in the middle of all that you feel safer.

Oh, that inner fire was there all along, it just needed a gentle nudge. Or in our case, a major kick in the *** from a seasoned Marine with salty language, yet you knew instantly a heart of solid fire tested steel.

That my friends is when Grace Happens. When you least expect it. We walked out two and a half hours later standing taller, happier people because the four of us equalled much more than any one of us alone.

I love it when the inner fire lingers into the next day. I feel ready to take on the world. Or at least a little part of it in my corner of the world.

Here's to solid, rare, "I got your back" kind of friendship. Cheers!

Creepy yet good Halloween news you can use

Yesterday, Mr. Right brought home a shiny new pin. Yep, he earned it.

It was his one GALLON pin for donating blood in King County. So get out your calculators, visors, lick the end of your pencil and add this up..... ...............

12 GALLONS total in other states
+ ONE GALLON in Washington
= 13 GALLONS of donated blood.

Speaking as a recipient of a blood transfusion, I am one grateful, thankful & lucky girl.

A HUGE Congratulations to a very good man.

I chose wisely. :)

ps. Someone is getting the special day plate. Let the celebration begin!

Tuesday's Treats

Still playing with the idea of having one day a week that I showcase something. How about treats or goodies or recipes?

Today I am going with Tuesday's Treats, two kinds.

First up, the granola bar. With all the research we have put into eating better and making better healthier choices, of course we "needed" a good solid homemade version. Mr. Right wanted something without all the extras included. No to chocolate chips, no to almonds, no to walnuts, no to cranberries, pretty much a big fat no to all the things that I look for. ha. Saying yes to ingredients like, oats and flour and vanilla, honey, butter and coconut were easy.

I wrap them individually, then put them into a freezer zip-Lock bag for storage. Mr. Right takes to work, one or two for his morning break. So far two thumbs up. Actually today, I got a note via e-mail saying they were my best ever. Pretty high praise.

Next up for Tuesday's treats..... meals for the dog. Sweet Liberty Wilson, aka "Libby". I am guessing that everyone I know that has a dog living with them, bought a brand new refrigerator to use just for dog treats, dog meals (oh yes, and extra fruits and veggies and a bottle or two of orange cream soda and some cider)? Well sure. We make up 14 days worth of meals at a time. We make 14 dinners and 14 breakfasts. Thought I would share just what the little freezer looks like when the meals are all done and waiting in line. Each meal contains, meatloaf, chicken, veggies, 1 cup of chicken broth and lots of other goodness. I will gladly share our recipe and how we put it all together if you ask.

We started making our own meals back in 2006. The whole mess with the dried dog food from China was ugly and sounded bad. Yesterday, yes yesterday, 5+ years later, a 24 million dollar lawsuit was settled. Each family who had a pet dye because of the tainted dog food was given $600.00. Yup, after all the lawyers were paid each grieving family received a drop in the bucket compared to the actual cost of their veterinary bills incurred, not to mention their broken hearts when they lost their companion.

Yes, we made a good choice. We choose to have a wonderful companion live with us. We choose to make her food. We choose to make her biscuits. In return she is a happy and healthy pooch. She is a great watch dog and faithful like no other. She gets to run and have really long walks on the weekend when Mr. Right walks her. For now, she is polite enough to walk the mile a day, slowly with me. She doddle's and sniffs and gives you the impression that she loves to walk slow. I know for a fact, she likes to tear around on the beach and jump and frolic and go fast then slow and walk in all kinds of crazy patterns. Dogs are not our whole lives, however, they make our lives whole.

Okay, we gave Tuesday's Treats a try. I am sort of liking the idea. Not thrilled with the title. I might have to think some more on that.

I am working on the menu for a dinner party this weekend. White Chocolate Raspberry Trifle is on the list for dessert. Think I might have to take pictures to share next Tuesday. I am already thinking it will be divine.

The fondest memories are made gathered around the table.

Two thumbs up

Giving two big thumbs up for this morning's toast.

I spread liberally with Trader Joe's Mango Butter.

Very, very good. So worth buying again.

enjoy, I did.

Found a Resolution for 2012

Yesterday, I went shopping and had lunch with a girlfriend. I wore a skirt I made last year. I love(d) that skirt.
I used a wool blend and I love the black and white check. I always line a skirt so I don't have to mess with a slip.
It was made to fit me perfectly. No complaining here, just lost a few pounds and inches since August and things
are not quite right. The skirt was hanging a bit long. I like the pattern enough to remake it for this fall/winter season.

I love to wear dark tights with my skirts as they keep my legs warm. Yes, I know I have written about loving jeans,
oh I do, just some events call for something more put together than jeans. Let's face it, I am a big talker. I have never once worn jeans to Sunday church, never wear jeans going out to a nice dinner, never worn jeans to a cemetery, my legs have not slid into a pair of jeans to visit a friend in the hospital. Never once have I worn jeans on an airplane flight.

I need to get past my crazy thoughts about buying tons of "cute" and trendy sweaters at Old Navy, Target etc... I NEED to learn to buy
more good quality, grown up sweaters that fit! The fit. Oh my, I buy everything too big, too sloppy, guess it is something I need to polish a bit.

Scarves, love 'em and have a ton. I keep buying more. Am I getting old and just like the warmth around my neck?
If this was 1940 would I wear a mink stole all the time?

When I purchase clothes, I need to give myself a two day window for alterations. Wash, remove tags, extra buttons, hem and take in the sides or shoulders etc. That way, the new items will be ready for wearing not just sitting in my closet
and me thinking "those need to be hemmed".

When you open my closet doors, you see a sea of colors. All the hangers facing the same way, all the clothes buttoned the same way, all the shoes lined up and ready for "the call". All the clothes perfectly blending one into the next color. All the whites lined up
all the pinks in their place. The reds are up next then we easily blend into the oranges and on and on. The issue I see is that if I were on that show "What not to wear", they would say
UM, do you notice anything??? I would sheepishly say notice what? Almost every single piece of clothing that I own, with the exception
of a spring bathrobe, two sweaters and one coat and two plaid skirts are SOLID COLORS. I really need to address this.

I guess solid colors are my comfort zone? Might need to spice that up just a bit?
Hey, I do have some jazzy lime green rain boots with hot pink flowers all over them.

I am thinking that I just found one of my New Year's Resolutions for 2012. Work on updating, donating old,
replacing some of the tired old clothing looks with something fresh and new, well fitting and updated.

Wish me luck! Better yet, wish Mr. Right good luck. He may not know what hit him when he sees me in a leopard print skirt that fits perfectly.

flirting

I am flirting with the idea of having one day a week dedicated to something.
I was thinking that if I knew what I would focus on that particular day, writing
would be easy and come naturally that day.

Just imagine, "Monday Manners" or "Thrifty Thursday" or "Flirty Friday". Maybe even "Wishful Wednesday" would work to get the creative juices flowing.

How many of you remember that I actually have a job? I actually own a real business and the lights in that business have not been turned on since June! This week, we are dusting things off, opening up the windows and clearing away cobwebs, even renewed the business license. The web site is ready to go, new supplies have been ordered and golly wally, the oven is getting turned on today. A couple new recipes are being tried out this week. It has taken longer than I thought to get back into the swing of things. Feels nice to be moving in that direction now.

Crazy that I have a hummingbird at my fuchsia this time of October. Guess he or she is happy and it sure makes me happy to watch.

Hope your Wednesday is ...wild, wish filled, wonderful... still thinking.

Love this quote:

Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect.
It means you have decided to see beyond the imperfections.

not one

Guess what happened yesterday?
Quietly and without fanfare
something remarkable did NOT occur.

I did not take one pill.
Nope.
Not one pain pill.
Not one aspirin.
Not one Advil.
Even skipped taking vitamins.

For me that is HUGE. It has been well over a year
that it has been a daily thing.

progress. Yep, that is what progress looks like.
Hallelujah.

I choose to be grateful.

Grace isn't a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal.
It's a way to live.

struggle

I struggle with some things. I feel like if I could get a handle on some goofy stuff, life as I know it would be more simple, smooth, straightened out.

I can't seem to wrap my brain around the idea of not balancing our national debt.
When did it get so out of hand? We have all been given the responsibility to manage/budget some amount of money. When did it become okay to borrow money and print more? It is a tough trick some days to continue to listen to a group of people (leaders) not willing to make living in balance a priority. When did it become acceptable to not address the problem head on when it begins to happen? When did it become okay to pretend money issues would simply go away?

The Mariana Trench. I can't seem to wrap my brain around a body of water so deep it contains whole mountain ranges.

I want to know the exact date that it became okay to say to someone hurting or in trouble, "I am praying for you" and let it end there? When did it become okay, not to follow that sentence with sending a WRITTEN card or note? When did it become okay to say, "I am praying for you" and then not take over some baked cookies or a thermos full of coffee or cocoa? Where was I when the rules of human behavior slid into an area where you just say, "I am praying for you" superseded taking real action and taking care of our fellow man in true deed? Oh sure, I believe in the power of prayer, but let me tell you, it is a lot more believable when someone follows up with honest to goodness actions.

I can't for the life of me understand why people are so steadfast against following rules of kindness towards others. When did it become okay to be so self absorbed, self centered, entitled?

When did it become okay to be lazy? Why is it not frowned upon?

Why did it become acceptable behavior not to send a condolence, get well, or a thank you card?

It eludes me why being a good wife is not a valued trait.

Did I miss the memo that said it was okay to go out in public in slippers? Sweatpants? Pajamas?

I feel so frustrated when a medical issue arises, that a large amount of people want to take a pill to fix it and not figure out what the cause was/is and address that point. Why is it so dang difficult for people to make the connection between good nutrition and overall good health?

I need a colorful lively craft room to keep my juices flowing. One step over that line and it just seems messy and cluttered and does not inspire creativity. When did it become okay to not take pride in a clean and organized car, home, closet, purse?

Could someone please tell me when the words "you are welcome", turned into "no problem"?

We watched "True Grit" over the weekend. I loved a line at the beginning of the film.

Nothing is free, with the exception of God's Grace

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Seems straightforward and simple to understand, yet working for something seems to be just outside of many people's grasp.

I love receiving comments about blogs I have written. I receive them here as well as my hot mail. This time, I encourage your thoughts and comments. Actually, I am looking for answers. I want to get the answer, fix the issue or problem and move on so that my brain can work on more positive thoughts.

Our weekend was not spectacular. It was good. It was renewing. I feel like it was two days well spent. In today's morning mail, we sent out one get well card, one thinking about you card, one college care package and yes Virginia, in addition to mailing cards and a box of goodness we prayed for those people as well.

May each of us be bathed in Grace as we meander through a new week.

Old Fashioned custom

I am a good Methodist girl. I bought into and believe with my heart and soul that making food, baking food, donating to pot lucks and taking said food to those who are ill or hurting, helps most situations.

No, it is not some magical recipe for a loaf of pumpkin bread or a secret recipe for a casserole. I go through phases really. While living in Oklahoma it was about a year that I made and froze and took and donated Spaghetti Chicken Casserole. It was cheap, it was easy and the recipe made tons. I could always serve my family that for dinner when I had to take a casserole to a family, there was plenty.

I am still not back to baking 100%. So my offering today was home baked Chocolate Chip cookies and a fruit basket. I tied it all up in a basket with a sweet fall ribbon and big silk sunflower.

Let's be honest, the food doesn't really help or fix anything. No matter how great a cook or baker you are, the food is not a miracle. What it does do is: while baking it gives you time to think about and pray for your friend in trouble. It allows you time to come up with a nice presentation that could be shared and enjoyed. It gives you a reason to visit them (to take the food, silly). It gives you something to hold and give when that awkward moment that the door opens and you don't really know the right words to say.

Buying taking an offering to someone, you don't have to say much. Your actions speak louder than words. You can say, no thanks, I can't come in, I was just dropping this off for you and your family. OR, it gives you a reason to stay for a short time and visit and catch up and somehow lighten your friend's burden.

Sometimes, it feels comfortable and nice to lean back on old fashioned customs and traditions. You don't have to say much. Actually, you can't really mess it up. You just show up. You just give of yourself.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

soap

You already know I make my own laundry soap. I love that. I love that it works super well and is CHEAP and EASY.

Today was day three of my newest experiment.

I made my very own dishwasher detergent. I have used it three times now.

I LOVE it. It is CHEAP, easy, so easy and does an amazing job. I would have to say two to three times better job than any type I have purchased in the past. I am very impressed.

Here you go:

Dishwasher Detergent ingredients:

1 box Borax
1 box Arm & Hammer Super Washing Soda
24 packages of unsweetened lemonade drink mix, like kool-aid. (**Note: lemonade will stain soap dispenser yellow, another option would be to use citric acid instead of lemonade)
3 cups Epsom Salt
Lemi Shine rinse aid (this recipe does not work very well without it)

I am just so darn happy with the results. yippy!

the best

Girlfriends can sometimes bring out the best in you. They raise the bar. Having lunch with a smart, funny and intelligent girlfriend makes you bring your A game. You don't get to be lazy. You have to use all your saved up "fancy" words. You have to engage your brain. You have to be in the moment. Phone off, home phoned silenced...be in the moment.

You have to bring something to the table. The give and take is amazing. You have to volley that ball right back. If it has been a while since you have gotten to play, let me remind you, you have to get into the rhythm. Neither can interrupt too much, both have to hold back and then pounce with the next nugget of knowledge or great idea. It is a beautiful dance. The conversation in and of itself makes you a better person.

However, during this volley of conversation, you let other things slide. While hosting a very nice lunch yesterday, I served coffee. Since I know my friend takes cream with her coffee, you would think I would put out a creamer.

Now, don't feel bad for me or start some type of telethon to send creamers to me. Last night I got up around 3 in the morning and COUNTED. I found 22 and that was just in a blurry state of frustration. I have crystal ones, I have stoneware and pottery creamers. I actually have a collection of white, china, animal shaped creamers, oh yes and one jaunty lime green cow creamer.

I ask you, did I use ONE of them. Sadly the answer is NO. Apparently, I was so caught up in the conversation, the lunch, the happiness of sharing lunch, what ever it was, I just poured cream out of the cardboard container from the refrigerator. Really? That doesn't even sound like me. I am not sure why I did this.

I can't stop thinking about it. I want to send her pictures of all of my creamers. I want to invite her back just to serve coffee. Oh heck, I want to get out Mr. Rights's family silver service, polish it and serve coffee, tea, cream and sugar, just so she knows I have good manners and actually know how to use said manners and said creamer. drats. I feel like I let myself and friend down.

Or maybe just maybe, enjoying every moment with a friend far outweighed me stopping to pick out the "right" creamer? Maybe it will "force" me to invite her over again soon and serve coffee and a wonderful dessert just to visit with her (oh yes, and use a creamer)?

Maybe, I should give myself a little grace? Maybe, I should thank my lucky stars that I have a friend that is okay with cream from a cardboard container?

Oh yeah, that's me, somehow I forgot the important part, I am one lucky girl.

new to us

I went on Monday to sample the lunch menu.

Mr. Right and I went on Thursday night for dinner.

We went again on Saturday night. oh my, so good.

Tonight we treated son number one to dinner out while
the wife and darling baby were out of town.

So to sum up, new to us Sushi Restaurant, Happy Bento is
very, very happy and very, very good. We love it.
We love the people. They recognized us and as we were
leaving said, see you next time.

We love good Sushi. period. the end.

October 1

Well Hello October....or like we refer to it in our
humble abode......Socktober.

That's right folks, Mr. Right and I are clearing out our sock drawers.
Goodbye old comfortable dull and dingy socks. Goodbye rubbed thin heels of
socks. Goodbye funny stretched out top of socks.

Hello fresh, clean, white, still in the package, pillows of softness and
comfort.

Yep you totally "get us" now, we toss out the old and fill 'er up with
new happy goodness.

This year a certain grand girlie will also receive a Happy Socktober present from us. Just a few pairs of sweetness for some one's tootsies.
Also, a college care package is flying it's way to Arizona. Thought maybe a certain college girl would like a box of socks? Funny, yet useful and makes ones toes oh so happy. Might even help with those long study sessions. New socks help, they really do.

I ask you, who among us doesn't like brand new out of the package socks?

So there you have it. Goodbye old, sad, stretched out, dull, thin, not so bright socks.

Hello soft, fluffy, cushions of pure goodness.

Happy Socktober everyone! Happy Socktober!