Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
I bought these mixes at the store for cheap, so's I could whip up cookies when called upon (Deacons help out with receptions at the church, for funerals, services, etc.). However, there's something off about the ingredients (certainly not with my oven!!). These took forever to bake, and weren't acting right on the cookie sheet. From scratch is the way to go, I think.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I am feeling much improved, thanks to several days off, oceans of water, a very high bottom-to-couch occurrence, the wonders of legal drugs, and a bag of Oreos. (I maintain that there's no proof they didn't help. Further study may be warranted.) Thanks to those who sent good wishes for improved health. Unfortunately, TH has contracted this bug from me. Boo.
Not much is new as I've been out of the loop, but I do start piano lessons on Monday. Yay! Since I already read music (years of violin lessons and vocal pursuits), it will be interesting to see how quickly I pick up the technique. I'm hoping that, being comfortably adult, I can have some fun and not feel the need for perfection. We'll see. And, since Monday will be lesson nights, bake nights are hereby moved to Thursdays. I haven't watched CSI since Sara left, then with the writer's strike and all...well, why start now? Plus, I can take the goodies to work for staff meetings on Fridays. So it's all good.
Have a good weekend!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
One of the best books I've read lately is Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn." "Tree," where have you been all my life? For your pleasure and mine, here is a wonderful passage from this treasure:
Each week Francie made the same request and each week the librarian asked the same question. A name on a card meant nothing to her and since she never looked up into a child's face, she never did get to know the little girl who took a book out every day and two on saturday. A smile would have meant a lot to Francie and a friendly comment would have made her so happy. She loved the library and was anxious to worship the lady in charge. But the librarian had other things on her mind. She hated children anyhow.
Francie trembled in anticipation as the woman reached under the desk. She saw the title as the book came up: If I Were King by McCarthy. Wonderful! Last week it had been Beverly of Graustark and the same two weeks before that. She had had the McCarthy book only twice. The librarian recommended these two books over and over again. Maybe they were the only ones she herself had read; maybe they were on a recommended list; maybe she had discovered that they were sure fire as far as eleven-year-old girls were concerned.
Francie held the books close and hurried home, resisting the temptation to sit on the first stoop she came to, to start reading.
Home at last and now it was the time she had been looking forward to all week: fire-escape-sitting time. She put a small rug on the fire-escape and got the pillow from her bed and propped it against the bars. Luckily there was ice in the icebox. She chipped off a small piece and put it in a glass of water. The pink-and-white peppermint wafers bought that morning were arranged in a little bowl, cracked, but of a pretty blue color. She arranged glass, bowl, and book on the window sill and climbed out on the fire-escape. Once out there, she was living in a tree. No one upstairs, downstairs, or across the way could see her. But she could look out through the leaves and see everything.
It was a sunny afternoon. A lazy warm wind carried a warm sea smell. The leaves of the tree made fugitive patterns on the white pillowcase. Nobody was in the yard and that was nice...Francie breathed the warm air, watched the dancing leaf shadows, ate the candy and took sips of the cooled water in-between reading the book...As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
TO: Blog spammers, virus-spreaders, and generally rude people trying to infect my blog and my readers.
FROM: a page from her book
I have received your comments from the last week. However, I must ask that you cease and desist posting comments that do not pertain to my posts and that lead readers to inappropriate and possibly infectious sites. As well, I have begun the process of comment moderation. Therefore, your comments will not even make it onto my site. So take your energies elsewhere.
It's really too bad that you can't think of anything better to do with your time. What would happen if you used your talents to help others instead of spread ill will in the blog community? I pity you, and I pray for you. Perhaps one day you will learn that true power comes from doing good deeds and serving others.
Until then, thank you for your time.
a page from her book
Friday, February 15, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
- Sweetest Valentine's Day Moment. (Watch out, you'll get a cavity from this one.) When TH and I were dating, we each bought the other a teddy bear (aahhhhh). TH put his cologne on mine, so I could cuddle it and be reminded of him (AAAHHHH!).
- Lowest Valentine's Day Moment. My freshman year in the dorms, those of us who were single (ahem, bitterly single) decided to make big construction paper hearts with the names of our dorm-mates and their boyfriends/girlfriends on them. Then we tore the hearts down the middle and put them on their doors. I know. Pathetic, and kinda mean too.
- My own personal "Charlie-Brown and the little-red-haired-girl" Valentine's Day Moment. When I was in 4th grade, I had a major crush on a boy in 6th grade. Major. I made him a Valentine, but was too shy to give it to him. One of my friends did the deed for me while I watched from afar. Alas, he shrugged and stuffed it in his pocket, then went back to playing kickball. Sigh. Such drama.
- Grown-up Valentine's Day Moment: Kid's valentines and chocolates for co-workers, funny but slightly naughty card for hubby. Keeping it simple!
Enjoy your Valentine's Day Moments!!
Monday, February 11, 2008
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love. -- Jonathan Larson
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Whatever your faith, may your day be a blessing to you.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Go see it before it's out of theaters!