Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I can remember in the Old Days, snuggies were things that boys did to each other with their underwear to make them uncomfortable. Sound confusing? Oh well, it was just a silly childish prank.
Now snuggies are wonderful. They are a materialist snuggle. You have heard of a fabric softner called snuggles, well they also have a once piece robe called a snuggie.The girl in the picture is not me by the way lol
It seems that absolutely everyone got a snuggie for Christmas. Snuggies come in many colors, some are in prints and crazy designs. They are so warm you can wrap it around your shoulders or your feet or just lay it beside you in case you want it.
Now I want to tell you about a snuggle that I didn’t find wrapped under the Christmas tree. I found those from my babies, albeit they are grownup now, and my husband. Those snuggles are better than anything that looks like a bathrobe that is slit down the back. Hmm, I wonder what precipitated the “need” for a snuggle like that?! Oh I was talking about snuggies, wasn’t I?
Vivian’s Corn Casserole With Green Chilies
1 can cream style corn
1 can whole kernel corn with juice
1 1/4 sticks oleo
1 Box of Jiffy Corn Bread mix
1 cup sour cream
If you like green chilies for some extra zing, drain your corn to keep the moisture the same.
Stir all together and top with 3 cups of mozzarella cheese.
Actually you could use any cheese you wanted, to your taste. I think she said to bake it at 350 degrees for about a half hour.
Vivian told me the other day that she wanted to make it and didn’t have any sour cream and used onion dip and it turned out really good. This is so versatile and is user friendly.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Then, I have always wanted a clock for the bathroom. Sound strange? Well, it is not in my house, so for unknown reasons I wanted a clock so I bought one that automatically resets itself when the power is interrupted which ours is constantly interrupted. Plus….it didn’t take a battery, huh?
Then, I have wanted a desk lamp so bad because my body causes a shadow on the computer and I can’t see, so today low and behold there was a desk lamp in my shopping cart. Wonder how that happened!!
My lap top computer gets so hot that I worried it was going to fry, so I bought myself a cooler for it. See, this was such a fun shopping day I just couldn’t hardly stand it. Secretly, neither could Fran.
Then for the piece de resistance. I couldn’t resist. I have about four feet of counter space in my house, so I bought a kitchen island. This morning I filled it with all the odds and ends of storage containers that I had put in the pantry that I couldn’t get to. Oh I can’t wait to have company so I can serve buffet style! What a wonderful day. It was Merry Christmas to me all day. I even treated Fran to a sub sandwich for being so nice about putting everything together for me. I forgot I bought him twelve pair of socks so he shouldn’t complain, do you think?
Third picture was of my sister and her recipe for fresh apple cake. Oh my goodness that was delicious. She also made a mean pot of chicken and dumplings.
Then a picture of me and some recipes that the kids liked.
Then a picture of my sister-in-law, Linda, with a couple of recipes of hers.
When my daughter worked at a restaurant when she was a teenager, she wrote some recipes on her order pad so I put those in her cookbook and then I had a picture of her when she was just over a year old. My mom and dad had given her a bracelet with her name engraved on it. I ran that around her neck and taped it on the back of the picture. If I do say so myself it was pretty cool. The last female cook in the generations will be five year old Elaina with her recipe for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Oh, I almost forgot and the instructions on how to make them!!
Monday, December 28, 2009
About three weeks before Christmas I was looking at a Wii at WalMart. My husband said, “What are you looking at those for, they’re expensive and you would never use one because you are too old.” I told him I would too use one because they would be good exercise and fun at the same time. I didn’t buy one that day, but I never forgot it. I thought maybe they might have one on Black Friday. We had company on Black Friday and I didn’t go, besides I didn’t want to fight the crowds.
Yesterday when we went to Red Lobster to meet my daughter and her family, the children opened their gifts first, then my daughter opened her gifts, then my son-in-law. Then my daughter said, “okay, Mom, it’s your turn. Then she said, “This is for all three of you.” The kids had all surrounded, Fran, Mike and I to watch us open the gift. I lifted it and said to one of my grandsons how heavy it was. He just grinned from ear to ear with a every other tooth grin, but he didn’t give me a hint. He’s grown up you know, he’s seven. We were instructed for Mike, my youngest son, and Fran and I to open it all at the same time. That was like a drum roll you see. I just screeched, “It’s a Wii!” I told my husband that my daughter knew me better than he did and that he would play with me because he would love it!
I told Melanie that the gift was almost an “Oops.” She asked why and I told her I almost bought one. She said that she had told her husband that it wouldn’t surprise her if mom had already bought one to play with. She thinks she is so smart, doesn’t she?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Since I have developed Multiple Sclerosis I have not been driving except for short distances. I run into town sometimes which is five miles and things like that. It really hinders my independence which I have always been.
I get to eat at the Red Lobster only once a year because it is so expensive.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Mom had asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I was fifteen. I told her that I wanted a Mohair sweater. They were the softest most beautiful sweaters in the world. They came in pastels and made even not really pretty girls look heavenly.
The Christmas tree was put up about two weeks before Christmas, then the presents were put around the tree about a week before Christmas. I was home alone. I felt a gift that was soft. It HAD to be my sweater! I was so excited I couldn’t stand it, but I had to know what color mom got for me. You have to understand that I had never broke the Christmas gift rule before, Never! I took the soft wrapping paper and tore just a tiny little bit so I could see the color. Oh, much to my dismay, I tore where she had the end tucked in, so I had to tear a bigger piece. I can still remember how the nerves were jumping up and down my spine, I was so scared I was going to get caught. I got some scotch tape and tried to repair it as good as I could. Then I rearranged the other gifts so it wouldn’t show. The only thing that I hadn’t counted on was that Mom distributed the gifts and may see what I had done. One more thing that I had to do was show fake surprise when I opened my sweater. It was so disappointing. I really learned a lesson that Christmas. I just love surprises. As long as it is wrapped even in a sack with a bow on it, I am totally excited!!
Oh by the way, those sweaters were so itchy they were almost impossible to wear a whole day at school, nobody told me.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I like Christmas because it makes me feel so good. When I was growing up I had religion poked down my throat until I was sick and tired of it. However, when Christmas came around, religion was good. When the Christmas story was read from Matthew or Luke, it always felt like you were beginning a new book, not beginning with the end.
The new baby, the beautiful star, the new beginning of our lives, no matter how many hundred of years ago. Christmas, it is the beginning.
I know how the Bible begins and how it ends, but I just love to start with the middle.
Merry Christmas everyone and I am proud to say it!!
Monday, December 21, 2009
I have a cousin and very good friend that both have birthdays in December. I like them both very much. I just sent my cousin her original birth announcement. I didn’t know if she would want it on the internet so I sent it to her instead. It was so tiny about three inches by two inches. It cost a cent and a half to mail it. It is sixty five years old and was saved by my mother all these years in her memory box. It was in perfect condition.
The other picture is of a birthday party for my friend that lives in Colorado. Her mother just passed away and it made me think of how nice she always was to a bunch of teenage giggly girls.
Pam sent me a picture taken for her fifteenth or sixteenth birthday party.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
The title of this post makes me cringe just to think of it. I used to eat this, my husband loved it.
We are going to a Christmas party tonight that is a potluck at a club. There will be all kinds of hot dishes, salads, and desserts. I am sure mine will be the only sauerkraut and sausage hot dish. It smells awful!!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I remember when I was a little girl, my mother would give my teacher a loaf of homemade banana bread all wrapped in foil with a ribbon on it for a Christmas gift. I was so embarrassed. The other kids gave the teacher such beautifully wrapped gifts. Some how in other, the teacher always seemed to love my gifts, little did I know how touching the home made gifts were. The mail man always got a loaf of home made banana bread too and so did the bus driver. The bus driver whose name was Charlie couldn’t wait for Christmas so he could get his loaf.
I asked Mother about this home made stuff and she said that people like them because they knew that people thought about them the whole time they were making them. That statement stuck with me my whole life.
The whole thing is I was not given a whole bunch of talent to make things; I might be but I am not creative. I don’t crochet, or knit, I attempt scrap booking and people do seem to like it, but the gifts I have made are not professional.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
It will take the fourth day of Christmas because Maggie loves the decorations especially the reindeer horns. Well, maybe taking the paper off the packages. She really really wants her own stocking, but not with doggie treats, wants chocolate like people persons. She just doesn’t understand when I tell her no. She had a foil wrapped piece that Fran had dropped in her mouth. When I took it out of her mouth I thought I saw a tear. Oh, Dear.