Happy Valentines Day! My day started with a giggling, squirmy, five-year old snuggling up beside me and shoving a plastic bag at me. She and her daddy had gone shopping yesterday, and she had picked out my gift. I have to say, the girl has good taste. I received a sweet little bear with heart shaped candies.
I bought hubby the movie Fireproof; we hope to watch tonight after someone goes to bed. If you haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend it!
Miss Scarlett received bath goodies from her daddy and me. She adores bath beads, bubble bath, and fizzies. She is such a girlie girl at times.
From our house to yours, may your Valentines Day be spent with those you love most!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Baffled by Facebook phenom...
Ok, I will come right out and admit it. I don't get the big deal about Facebook. I understand that about a gajillion people use Facebook to keep up with their friends and acquaintances. I have been "poked", sent "gifts" (I got virtual candy today), and "toasted". I've been invited to join all sorts of causes (some really good ones and some that are just plain weird).
How exactly is this better than email, blogging or just picking up the phone? I have spent the last few days totally ignoring my blog to figure out why Facebook has such a fascination for people.
I am trying hard to give it a chance. If someone out there reading this care to impart his or her view on the subject of Facebook, I'd love to read it!
How exactly is this better than email, blogging or just picking up the phone? I have spent the last few days totally ignoring my blog to figure out why Facebook has such a fascination for people.
I am trying hard to give it a chance. If someone out there reading this care to impart his or her view on the subject of Facebook, I'd love to read it!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Childhood memories
What are some of your fondest childhood memories? Is it having a story read to you my your Daddy before bedtime? Maybe you remember playing outside in the snow until your hands and feet were numb, then coming indoors for some hot cocoa and roasting your backside in front of a roaring fire.
One of my earliest memories involved going out to eat with my parents. There was a little family restaurant called the Oak Terrace in my hometown. My parents used to go there a lot. The Oak Terrace was well-known for its delicious food and the all-you-could-eat biscuits and honey. The biscuit were passed around on a large tray. I can still see those biscuits in my mind's eye today.
After we finished eating, I would race outside to the family car (a 1964 Renault) and hide in the backseat thinking, "they'll never find me here!" Strangely, each and every time my parents never seemed to be able to find me. I loved popping up after a minute or two and yelling, "Here I am!" They were always surprised and glad.
Another fond memory was pretending to be a pioneer girl like Laura Ingalls. I would gather all the wild onion in our yard and grind it up to make "spinach greens". I would make plates out of tree bark. I'd make my own broom from twigs and pine branches. I spent hours outside make-believing.
I hope my daughter is making some sweet memories herself. She has made some for me to enjoy as I grow older.
One of my earliest memories involved going out to eat with my parents. There was a little family restaurant called the Oak Terrace in my hometown. My parents used to go there a lot. The Oak Terrace was well-known for its delicious food and the all-you-could-eat biscuits and honey. The biscuit were passed around on a large tray. I can still see those biscuits in my mind's eye today.
After we finished eating, I would race outside to the family car (a 1964 Renault) and hide in the backseat thinking, "they'll never find me here!" Strangely, each and every time my parents never seemed to be able to find me. I loved popping up after a minute or two and yelling, "Here I am!" They were always surprised and glad.
Another fond memory was pretending to be a pioneer girl like Laura Ingalls. I would gather all the wild onion in our yard and grind it up to make "spinach greens". I would make plates out of tree bark. I'd make my own broom from twigs and pine branches. I spent hours outside make-believing.
I hope my daughter is making some sweet memories herself. She has made some for me to enjoy as I grow older.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Another garden catalog is in!
I received my Burpee Gardening catalog in the mail today. Man, oh, man, am I loving paging through this little treasure trove of gardening goodness! There are certainly some interesting varieties of vegetables out there. How about:
All Blue potatos...these are blue through and through. Yuck! I can't imagine these as french fries!
Moon and Stars watermelon...these are dark green with yellow stars and sometimes a big yellow moon...neat!
EZ Serve lettuce...practically falls in place on the plate!
Fresh Salsa tomato...bruschetta...need I say more?
I can't wait to show the catalog to Miss Scarlett and let her pick out some things to grow. I wonder what she'll pick out?
All Blue potatos...these are blue through and through. Yuck! I can't imagine these as french fries!
Moon and Stars watermelon...these are dark green with yellow stars and sometimes a big yellow moon...neat!
EZ Serve lettuce...practically falls in place on the plate!
Fresh Salsa tomato...bruschetta...need I say more?
I can't wait to show the catalog to Miss Scarlett and let her pick out some things to grow. I wonder what she'll pick out?
Ten things about me...
1. I am a Christian.
2. I am a political independent.
3. I am totally addicted to Diet Coke.
4. I love Dancing with the Stars, NCIS, and TLC's What Not to Wear.
5. Fall is my favorite season, follwed by Spring.
6. If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be bruschetta made with fresh tomatos.
7. I need reading glasses, but often forget to wear them, necessitating those around me to fuss, "Quit squinting and put on your glasses!"
8. I am a published writer...two magazine articles.
9. I am still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
10. I love talk radio.
2. I am a political independent.
3. I am totally addicted to Diet Coke.
4. I love Dancing with the Stars, NCIS, and TLC's What Not to Wear.
5. Fall is my favorite season, follwed by Spring.
6. If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be bruschetta made with fresh tomatos.
7. I need reading glasses, but often forget to wear them, necessitating those around me to fuss, "Quit squinting and put on your glasses!"
8. I am a published writer...two magazine articles.
9. I am still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
10. I love talk radio.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Junk room update...
You remember that resolve I had earlier last month to tackle the junk room? Well, I broke down and bought some really cool shelving to help control the clutter. The shelves are Closetmaid's "nine-cube" units in cherry finish that I can also put collapsible bins into. I have one set of the shelves together already. I can see a definite improvement by placing some of the smaller items (toys, craft supplies, etc.) placed in the bins
I also had to get a handle on what to do with all the various sized kids' clothes that have been handed down. There is not much room in Miss Scarlett's closet, but I did manage to add the larger sizes to those already in the closet. I plan to save some of my favorites of the items she's outgrown and sell the rest at consignment.
As you can tell, I have not made my self-imposed deadline to a clean room, but I am getting closer. Little by little, I will get it done!
I also had to get a handle on what to do with all the various sized kids' clothes that have been handed down. There is not much room in Miss Scarlett's closet, but I did manage to add the larger sizes to those already in the closet. I plan to save some of my favorites of the items she's outgrown and sell the rest at consignment.
As you can tell, I have not made my self-imposed deadline to a clean room, but I am getting closer. Little by little, I will get it done!
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