I have a bad craving for chocolate this morning. Thank goodness I am headed to Wally Mart in an hour so I can pick some up. M&Ms, 3 Musketeers, chocolate covered peanuts, Reese's pieces, you name it - I'll eat it.
We have some lovely Ghirardelli chocolate in the refrigerator that CD got from J & J for Father's Day. He would be happy to share it but I only took one piece, I'll leave the rest for him to enjoy. Why? Because his idea of enjoying a piece of chocolate is to take 1/3 of a 1.25 oz bar of milk chocolate and eat it. That's it! Do you know how small that is? It's TINY!! I'd finish off the whole bar and want more!!!!! A 6.0 oz bar would just about take the craving off, if I had it with a vanilla caffe' latte from my local Java hut.
Even the health centers are now saying that you no longer need to feel guilty if you enjoy a small piece of dark chocolate once in awhile.
Wonder what kinda of chocolate I'll find today?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Did you hear that?
CD had to work late the other night and I was sleeping when he got home. When I went to turn the coffeepot on, I found this note:
Translation: I got in late, don't wake me up. How come I have to go sleep upstairs? Why isn't Joe Beegle on the floor in his own bed?
Response: I do not sleep well alone. I even sleep on the couch at my daughter's house even though there is a perfectly good bed in the spare room. I sleep way too soundly, I would never hear anyone breaking in. So, if you are gone, Joe Beegle is more than welcome. After all, who did you have to wake up because of an earthquake. And by the way, why do you always says "did you hear that"? No, I didn't. You go check, I'll dial 911.
"I got in at 12:30 - do not have to work tomorrow. You and Joe Beegle were sleeping much too comfortably in my bed. I'm upstairs."
Translation: I got in late, don't wake me up. How come I have to go sleep upstairs? Why isn't Joe Beegle on the floor in his own bed?
Response: I do not sleep well alone. I even sleep on the couch at my daughter's house even though there is a perfectly good bed in the spare room. I sleep way too soundly, I would never hear anyone breaking in. So, if you are gone, Joe Beegle is more than welcome. After all, who did you have to wake up because of an earthquake. And by the way, why do you always says "did you hear that"? No, I didn't. You go check, I'll dial 911.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Declaration of Independence
A few years back, seems like yesterday, we went to Washington, D. C. and in the rotunda we were able to see the original Declaration of Independence. It was chilling to see the document and signatures that started us on our road to freedom, on the road to being America, land of the free, home of the brave.
You have a chance to sign this beautiful document, online, in celebration of its 225th anniversay. I have and printed it out. I am feeling extremely patriotic. Red, white and blue.
Take a look, sign your name, it is a stirring gesture.
Declaration of Independence.
You have a chance to sign this beautiful document, online, in celebration of its 225th anniversay. I have and printed it out. I am feeling extremely patriotic. Red, white and blue.
Take a look, sign your name, it is a stirring gesture.
Declaration of Independence.
IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.....
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Animals in the news - did you see
Where Belle Beegle saved her owners' life? Cool.
Where Louis the cat is under house arrest for the rest of his life? Also cool.
Where lady who bought a chichuhua pup beat the seller over the head with it after it died. Pup was too young to be separated by mom. Not cool
A police pursuit ended when the suspect's dog, not happy about being bounced around in the car, bit its owner on the face. The dog, which is partly pit bull, "became so agitated that he bit his owner in the face," Edwards said. "And this is what ended the chase." The bite removed part of Galanis' nose and he stopped. Cool.
A black bear picked the wrong yard for a jaunt, running into a territorial tabby who ran the furry beast up a tree - twice. Cool.
You can see what I did with my morning, lol.
Where Louis the cat is under house arrest for the rest of his life? Also cool.
Where lady who bought a chichuhua pup beat the seller over the head with it after it died. Pup was too young to be separated by mom. Not cool
A police pursuit ended when the suspect's dog, not happy about being bounced around in the car, bit its owner on the face. The dog, which is partly pit bull, "became so agitated that he bit his owner in the face," Edwards said. "And this is what ended the chase." The bite removed part of Galanis' nose and he stopped. Cool.
A black bear picked the wrong yard for a jaunt, running into a territorial tabby who ran the furry beast up a tree - twice. Cool.
You can see what I did with my morning, lol.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Yoo-Hoo, Alberto!!
Come and see us, Alberto. We haven't had any rain for two months now and that little teaser you gave us last night just wasn't enough. We want more and we want it now!!
This is probably a very rare occasion in that you want a Cat 1 hurricane knocking on your door. Florida has been as dry as the Sahara, and the lawns that are not getting frequent waterings are starting to look like dunes. We have had several nasty fires in the area and as of today, the local Fire Departments are out battling yet another one.
So in this case we'd love to see Alberto dump some of that wet stuff on us.
This is probably a very rare occasion in that you want a Cat 1 hurricane knocking on your door. Florida has been as dry as the Sahara, and the lawns that are not getting frequent waterings are starting to look like dunes. We have had several nasty fires in the area and as of today, the local Fire Departments are out battling yet another one.
So in this case we'd love to see Alberto dump some of that wet stuff on us.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
6-7-6
Just checking to make sure the rest of you are still out there. The doomsayers would have had us believe we wouldn't be here today.......glad to see YOU made it. As for those poor souls who didn't, may they rest in peace.
I've been resting my back which I pulled out of place while giving stinky Joe Beegle a bath. He wouldn't hold still because he hates a bath, now he doesn't get a walkies and he doesn't understand why. Doh!
Watch your favorite fast-food restaurant for Sara Lee's pound cake fries. They are testing it now, and it is sure to become a hit for the fast-food lovers. Ever wonder why they call it POUND cake? In case you can't wait, here's a recipe for you:
Pound Cake Fries
1 frozen pound cake, thawed (Sara Lee or other brand)
Hot fudge sauce**
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Quarter pound cake lengthwise into four slabs. Halve each slab lengthwise for 8 strips total. Trim ends of strips on the diagonal, then halve crosswise. Quarter each strip into "fries" for a grand total of 64. Spread in single layer on baking sheet and bake 6 minutes until edges of fries are golden. Serve with chocolate ketchup -- the hot fudge sauce -- heated until smooth for dipping.
**or use your favorite fruit flavor sauce, i.e. raspberries.
I've been resting my back which I pulled out of place while giving stinky Joe Beegle a bath. He wouldn't hold still because he hates a bath, now he doesn't get a walkies and he doesn't understand why. Doh!
Watch your favorite fast-food restaurant for Sara Lee's pound cake fries. They are testing it now, and it is sure to become a hit for the fast-food lovers. Ever wonder why they call it POUND cake? In case you can't wait, here's a recipe for you:
Pound Cake Fries
1 frozen pound cake, thawed (Sara Lee or other brand)
Hot fudge sauce**
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Quarter pound cake lengthwise into four slabs. Halve each slab lengthwise for 8 strips total. Trim ends of strips on the diagonal, then halve crosswise. Quarter each strip into "fries" for a grand total of 64. Spread in single layer on baking sheet and bake 6 minutes until edges of fries are golden. Serve with chocolate ketchup -- the hot fudge sauce -- heated until smooth for dipping.
**or use your favorite fruit flavor sauce, i.e. raspberries.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Back to normal
In case you haven't noticed, I have been away. I went to South Florida for ten days to stay at my daughter's house to watch over things. As my granddaughter is in her teens - there is not much babysitting required, just a presence in the house to keep her company, make sure she has food to eat, and that she got home when she was supposed to. That was a breeze and she was a pleasure.
Also, my sister-in-law met me there and we spent several days cleaning out gramma's house of 20 years of accumulated stuff. I'm not going into detail, suffice it to say that we used over two large boxes of trash bags. That was not a breeze nor a pleasure. But it was well worth the effort to be able to walk into two bedrooms and actually see that there were beds in there and that she did have a kitchen sink.
I came home exhausted. It has taken me three days just to get up the strength to sweep my own house. Thankfully, CD kept it clean and did laundry and the dishes and cared for our animals.
There were a couple times that reminded me that I am getting older. In sitting down to dinner with my son and his lovely wife, it reminded me of when I was in my 30's and sat at the table with my husband and his mother. They don't correct me even though I may be way off base with my thinking. They may discuss it between themselves but are polite enough to let me rant at whatever the current topic is. I don't want to be known as a "character" but there are times I'm sure that people think I am.
My granddaughter had asked for help with organizing her room and then as we went through her clothes...she reminded me so much of her great grandmother. She recalled when she was given an article of clothing and by whom and when. She told me of the significance of that article of clothing and why she couldn't give it to Goodwill or throw it away. Never mind that it is now 3 sizes too big or too small, ripped, stained and unwearable. I had to laugh - the genes were there - just lying dormant.
My sister-in-law, whom I love like a sister, and I discussed how tired we are of housework. We've been doing it all our lives and are ready to quit, to retire from daily sweeping, dusting, etc.. With the influence of gramma in our lives, we are slowly giving away items that require dusting and we are death on paper clutter. I think we are agreed that there are better things to do in life than clean every day.
So, to my kids, I am giving you ample warning that the time may come when my house may not be up to your expectations. BUT, feel free to come and clean it for me....I won't complain and I'll be glad to see you.
Also, my sister-in-law met me there and we spent several days cleaning out gramma's house of 20 years of accumulated stuff. I'm not going into detail, suffice it to say that we used over two large boxes of trash bags. That was not a breeze nor a pleasure. But it was well worth the effort to be able to walk into two bedrooms and actually see that there were beds in there and that she did have a kitchen sink.
I came home exhausted. It has taken me three days just to get up the strength to sweep my own house. Thankfully, CD kept it clean and did laundry and the dishes and cared for our animals.
There were a couple times that reminded me that I am getting older. In sitting down to dinner with my son and his lovely wife, it reminded me of when I was in my 30's and sat at the table with my husband and his mother. They don't correct me even though I may be way off base with my thinking. They may discuss it between themselves but are polite enough to let me rant at whatever the current topic is. I don't want to be known as a "character" but there are times I'm sure that people think I am.
My granddaughter had asked for help with organizing her room and then as we went through her clothes...she reminded me so much of her great grandmother. She recalled when she was given an article of clothing and by whom and when. She told me of the significance of that article of clothing and why she couldn't give it to Goodwill or throw it away. Never mind that it is now 3 sizes too big or too small, ripped, stained and unwearable. I had to laugh - the genes were there - just lying dormant.
My sister-in-law, whom I love like a sister, and I discussed how tired we are of housework. We've been doing it all our lives and are ready to quit, to retire from daily sweeping, dusting, etc.. With the influence of gramma in our lives, we are slowly giving away items that require dusting and we are death on paper clutter. I think we are agreed that there are better things to do in life than clean every day.
So, to my kids, I am giving you ample warning that the time may come when my house may not be up to your expectations. BUT, feel free to come and clean it for me....I won't complain and I'll be glad to see you.
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