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Archive for June, 2011

I’m All Shook Up.

The internet is absolutely gonna be the downfall of my sanity. We had a thunderstorm a week ago Saturday which hit my router and modem. The phone workers came twice on Sunday. I’m sure God knows the mental shape I’m in. Sorry but NO FIX! So after making several calls to the phone office during the week to complain that my internet was still not staying online, I then became ashamed to call again so after business hours I called the help line (to no avail.) So yesterday – now let’s count, that’s 9 days that my internet is sporadic and I don’t have a pill to take for this so the entire family is affected by my outrageous spurts of rage and screaming. Even little Kate is having some withdrawal – no youtube America’s Got Talent – Jeremy Van Schoonhoven (or whatever), no Dylan Plummer the jump rope boy, no Snow White, no Cinderella, no Tom & Jerry no Taylor Swift singing Why you Gotta be so MeanI. People, we are addicted – what can I say.

Another day dawns – I come home from work – no internet. I’m exhausted, my blood pressure starts slowly rising. I wait until my son goes to work (night shift) – please, let’s not even get into how he’s acted over this tragic event. So I call out to the porch to warn My Fisherman that I’m going to call the help line again, which translates to “Keep Kate and yourself out of the house until further notice.” “Ok,” he smiles sweetly, but remember he doesn’t have the addiction.

I call the help line; this sweetest guy is so very helpful but guess what? NO FIX! I keep trying this and that and call the sweet guy back again – we stay on the phone for over 30 minutes but guess what? NO FIX! I then turn the laptop off and breathe deeply. I think “Surely there is life outside the internet.” I look around…I could dust, sweep, do laundry, cook, wash dishes… I stagger to the couch and watch America’s Got Talent – I’m telling you we have seen the same show 3 times in the last 3 days and Kate acts as if she’s going to miss one act – if she has to potty, she says “Poppy, stop the show” so he pushes the pause button until she returns. One problem we have with this show is when a performer starts to sing, she jumps up, grabs her microphone and starts singing in a foreign language. Oh but she is so precious and her Poppy smiles and says “That’s ok.”

So today I think that the problem has to be solved or I’m going to have a breakdown. I call the phone office and calmly explain my problem. The lady asks me several questions, like “is this plugged in, are the lights on this, blah, blah, blah.” I’m so sweet and answer her questions then she says “Hmm, we’ll have someone come out to check the problem.” I am feeling really upbeat cause I know that tonight the problem will be solved. Will let you know – my smile will be dripping online and everybody will be so happy. You’ve heard the “If Mama ain’t happy, nobody is happy” – I’ve heard this is very true at my house.

Another little incident that keeps popping up….. Kate, 3 ½ years old, has started asking me on a daily basis “Are you old?” Now she’s little and we can’t get mad at a precious little girl asking such but EVERYDAY? I’ll say “not really, do you think I am?” And can you believe she’s started saying “Yes.” What’s with this kid? She doesn’t know what old is. I keep thinking that one day I’m just going to have to deal with the old age and accept that…yes, I’m getting old.

Now you may think I’m a gripper but really I’m not but since I’m on a roll, I might share one more little story with you.

About a year ago, I took Kate to a children’s dentist which was almost a 2 hour drive from our home. These were the kindest people that you would ever want to meet. Because of the distance, I decided to try one that is about a 30 minute drive. (bad idea) Our first trip, I had a bad feeling when I walked in the place. The receptionist quickly handed me the old “fill these out” papers. I did, took them back to her and she hands me an appointment for 6 months later….I robotically take the card and sit down. I noticed there were about 4 to 5 ladies cluttered inside the little reception area – not one of them smiled or spoke to me or any of the other parents (that I saw.) Then we finally were called back, Kate’s teeth were checked and the dentist noted some “soft” spots and would see us back in 6 months.

About two weeks later I notice that one of her back teeth had changed and I called to make an appointment for a filling. I called, the good old computer answers – after having the choice to press 1,2,3,4 – I pick one and tell the computer the problem and I need to make an appointment. The next day Miss Not-Gonna-Win-a-Personality-Contest returns my call. She makes an appointment for about 2 ½ months ahead. She repeats 3 times during our very short conversation that I have to pay $40 upfront for the gas for Kate. Ok, I understand that rule. Then I ask if this is going to be dramatic for Kate since she hasn’t had a tooth filled before. She hatefully says, “If you don’t get her all worked up over it, it won’t.”

Ok, Friends, I’m almost 60 and I’ve taken a lot of junk off a lot of people and I think “Is this young cat being rude or what?” I hang up the phone and the more I think about it, the madder I get. So what do I do—– I sit down and write the dear Dr. Dentist a letter telling her of my experience and make her aware of her staff and that I will not be returning to her office ever again. I’m sure my business will not bankrupt her but it might save a future patient.

Ok…you may be thinking that Miss No-Personality may have spilled chocolate down the front of her white blouse that morning, stepped in a mud puddle, broke a nail or had a bad hair day (or her internet could be down) but my response to that is “suck it up, nobody cares….be nice to me.”

Considering all the choices I’ve been given in life, I then called the 2-hour drive dentist and we will be returning. At this stage of my life, I want to be appreciated.

Monster Bread and Stuff

Yummy Monster Bread

All I meant to bake was a nice loaf of French-looking bread….instead I had a monster loaf..I don’t think the picture even does it justice to the size. Why, Deb, did this happen?

Let me explain. I got home about 3. While Kate played on the computer, I went straight to the kitchen…grabbed Ms. Cinnamon Kitchenaid (love this baby) and mixed up some butter buns. Thinking, hmmmm, what about a loaf of French bread instead of rolls. Sooooo, I let the dough rise, then divided it into half and rolled each roll into a jelly roll and then braided the two rolls; thankfully I did use my largest cookie sheet for the final rise. Meanwhile, I had bought a whole tenderloin for about $20 and I sliced about 6 pieces, slapped a little salt and flour, little canola oil in the skillet and fried, yeah we still fry around here in Kentucky. Then I browned a pound of burger and green onions (out of our garden), drained the fat and then mixed in 2 cans of pork n beans with some barbecue sauce and tomato juice (that we made last summer.) Then opened a can of creamed corn – I hate the stuff but everyone else loves it.

Then Kate and I took off to soccer sign ups while the bread rose. I had no idea it would take an hour and a half to sign up. This was our first time and I didn’t know she had to do all these little kicks, runs, etc. In the midst of all this, a thunderstorm sent us to the car for a few minutes. Then Kate had to potty; oh yeah, this is the norm. So we have to drive somewhere to take care of business and then back to the soccer field. After we left there we went by Kollette’s house to give her a few of the cinnabon rolls I’d made the day before. Don’t even get me started – those things are soooo delicious and rich.

Dad Dewey never brags on anything I take him and he actually brought up the subject about how good those rolls were. Whoopeee.

Ok back to the bread……………by the time we got home I could not believe the size of this spread of bread. No need to get in a huff, as Kate would say, so I slathered a little butter (the real thang) on top with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and into the oven it went. Oh, the taste was delicious. There was no reasonable way to slice it so I ripped off a big hunk and opened it half way and spooned some peach preserves. Delicious, especially with that skim milk. What can I say…I may be a genius and just no one has found out yet.

Remember all I’m looking for is a little compliment and if I can’t get it, I’ll just have to toot my own horn. Does anyone toot yours?

Enjoy the pics. I picked up the camera to take a picture of the bread cause I had to share it with you so Kate wanted her pic taken playing drums on the lawn chair with two sticks; then the other pic is My Fisherman’s beautiful flowers at the gate and yes, there are a few weeds but the colors are still beautiful and makes me smile every time I drive down the driveway.

Listen to the beat.....

Smile a little smile for me.

Sunshine in My Soul Today

Lil' Sam...ya gotta love him

Great News – my Fisherman has scar tissue in his stomach instead of the two masses that we were told it could be. You talk about a relief – I think I may have an ulcer knot for worrying about two weeks before we found the truth. That’s what the ole cancer bug does to you. Up and down, up and down. Thank God, again, for letting me have him longer. I need him.

His appointment for his scan was on Tuesday at 6:30 a.m. – the drive was 2 ½ hours away. So we decided Kate should spend the night with our friend, Kolette. I had about made myself sick worrying about if she would be satisfied, cry unmercifully, stay up all night, etc. But I cheerfully deposited her at Kolette’s house about 5 p.m. the night before – some kids were swimming so Kate was in for a swim. Throughout the night, Kolette would text me saying Kate had not mentioned our names; then again saying she was afraid Pops and me were thinking we were more important than we actually are; then another text saying Kate was asleep. I was shocked. The next morning she was happy, never asking where the most important people in her life were. Then when I picked her up later at JJ’s house— where she had been driving little cars (Volkswagon, Cadillac, Barbie Jeep) and probably every toy that a little girl could dream having—I drive up, get out of the car….here comes Kate, JJ and Lexie out of the house to go jump on the trampoline….I’m so excited since I hadn’t seen her since the afternoon before, she looks at me, smiles that beautiful smile and trots on to jump on the trampoline. Really made me feel loved. Boo hoo. Later that night she’d say, “I missed my Mimi so bad last night.” I think she was just trying to console my feelings. Ya gotta love that kid.

Then I tell My Fisherman that I’m signing Kate up for soccer. That will be one or two days/nights a week. He yells “NO!” Evidently he thought I was asking his permission in which I replied, “Oh, I’m not asking you, just telling you.” I like to keep him informed. Right now Kate has just finished playing t-ball two nights a week, dance once a week, swim lessons once a week but the ball and swim will be over soon so we need to add another activity. I’m a great believer that children need to stay active. How I would have loved to had her opportunities.

Ok on a little funny note, this story would help if you knew Dewey, my Dad. He will be 89 in September. He has always been a perfectionist bookkeeper of his bills, income,etc. Pays his bills the day he receives them in the mail. (One of my friends once said she never paid a bill until the day it was due just in case she died and then her husband could worry about it and she could spend more money.) I guess that’s one way to look at it. Anyway Dad called me the other day in a snip – said he’d gotten his electric bill and on the back was a big note “Can the Clutter” (which the company is encouraging automatic payment withdrawal.) He thought they were calling him a “Clutterer” and took it personally. He kept saying “That’s not right” in this really serious voice. I didn’t really understand what he was talking about but tried to console him in saying I didn’t think they would pick him out individually and do this. So this morning I was getting ready to pay the electric bill from the same company and there on the back of my envelope it says “Can the Clutter” – now my question is, should I take this personally????? And hoowww did he come up with the idea that they were targeting him personally? Oh me, all I can say is don’t dwell on it.

C’mon, enjoy this day….you’ll never get it back.

Monday, Monday

The weekend was full of storms and rain and wind – although that sounds dreadful, we really needed the rains for our gardens. The bad news is that lightning struck my internet….how dare it….my lifeline. I’ve had the shakes all weekend cause I couldn’t check my email, couldn’t read some blogs that I love and most of all I couldn’t play Words with Friends. So today I’m off to buy another router, probably about $50, oh well, if that was the only problem one had in life. Ha

Kate was a little distressed that she couldn’t use the laptop nor the iPad to watch Tom and Jerry cartoons, Mickey Mouse or Max and Ruby. The child almost has a computer addiction and she isn’t four yet.

Took her to McDonald’s on Saturday to play for awhile since it was so wet outside. She never tires of those climbing, sliding thingamajigs. What do these kids see in these things? She will play with whoever comes along and have a great time. My Fisherman and Kate have a new game they play – Hide n Seek – I think My F. wishes that Kate had never learned this game. As soon as he gets home in the afternoon and his feet hit the ground from the truck, she is saying “Wanna play Hide n Seek?” and somehow that little sweet voice renews his strength and as tired as he is, he usually ends up agreeing to her request. Maybe I should say you don’t have much choice when she decides on something she wants to do. Her “just one time” turns into many times.

My Fisherman and his friend caught some fish yesterday so he brought them home to clean for my brother in law. Kate was so excited – she was sticking her little hand down in the bucket with the slimy seven fish and loved when they jumped – of course, she didn’t know they were desperate for some water. So she smelled like fish which isn’t too appealing.

Made more butter buns and banana bread yesterday after church. The banana bread recipe that I posted earlier is so good. I didn’t use nuts or blueberries this time but it is so moist and tasty, especially with a big glass of skim milk. Then the rolls were perfect – that Ms. Cinnamon Kitchenaid is the berries and I love it. No kneading for me, just throw everything in that baby and let it roll. You can even leave the room if needed – it is heavy enough that it cannot dance off the counter.

My Fisherman is going for further testing in the morning to Louisville. We have to be there at 6:30 a.m. We’ll probably get up around 3 a.m. and leave by 4. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers. He has a test and then we come back home and wait for a call from the doctor’s office which could be who-knows-when.

But the sun is almost shining in our southcentral Kentucky area and I’m going to enjoy this day. My Mom’s favorite verse again comes to mind, “This is the day the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Hope yours goes as well.

I’m loving receiving a few comments along and along. I hope to respond to each of those so hang in there, my dear Commenters, cause I appreciate you.

We all have a little rain in our life

My Fisherman says we need rain badly. He has watermelons, cantaloupes, beans, taters, corn, tomatoes, okra, cucumbers planted and up and they need a drink. He and Kate have been hand watering the new strawberries that we planted a couple of weeks ago. These are 25 ever bearing berries so maybe we can have a crop or two throughout the summer. The berries are always here and gone before you can snap your fingers. The ones in the grocery are so pretty and big but if you don’t do something immediately with them, those babies will mold.

So today is my day off from work and Kate and I “hang loose” on our day off. She’ll say “what does that mean?” So I explain this quite often. We had a planned swimming lesson but the clouds, thunder and rain changed that plan. That’s ok, we have been lazy all day, well, kinda. I keep reading and seeing pictures of decluttering and I feel I’m not the only one with these problems. So I took the advice of someone and cleaned out 3 drawers today. It was amazing. How many pencils does a feller need? Ink pens? Paper clips? Key Chains? Smarties? Post-it Notes? So I’m breathing just a tad lighter as we speak. I put all these little babies in a box and took them to a young lady starting high school.

I’m trying to find some brightness in this day as there is a lot of sadness that has stormed down on me in the last couple of days.

My Dad has had 2 sisters and 1 brother – one sister, age 84 died about a year ago. She lived in Oklahoma. Only one sister and my Dad survives. He is 88 and she is about 84. My aunt in Oklahoma and her family always lived away from our small town. They were in Michigan, Florida, and then now Oklahoma. Her and her husband had 2 sons, one 63 and the other about 55. We got a call from the younger one two days ago to tell us that the 63 year old had shot himself. Although I hadn’t seen him in years, our childhood flashed before my eyes and I could only remember fun times we had shared. From 9 grandchildren, I was the only girl. From the 9 of us, this guy had such a great opportunity in life. He was gorgeous, had a wonderful personality, played professional football….we thought he had the greatest life. As the saying goes, we don’t know what goes on behind closed doors – he had 2 broken marriages and ended up on pain pills to consol the pain from playing football. From all that he could never hold a job and lived with his parents until about 5 years ago. Seems that in the end, us little country bumpkins were more successful and happier with our lives. Although we all live in different cities and states, it’s amazing at the bond that kindles when the need arises. We love each other even if our lives are distant. Remember his Dad and surviving brother.

Secondly, we heard from My Fisherman’s MRI results….. Possibly 2 masses in his stomach. Since I heard those words, I’ve had a massive thump in my stomach and my heart is very heavy. This guy is the love of my life, celebrating 40 years just a few weeks ago. I cannot imagine my life without him. I know that we have some dangerous roads ahead but don’t feel sorry for me. God has given me strength that I never thought I’d have. I depend on Him and that’s why I’m here today. I’ll keep you informed as we learn more. Right now we are waiting to hear when his appointment is for another scan and possible biopsy.

Not wanting to end on a sad note because we should enjoy every day we have here on earth and try to make the best of it. So as I was scanning a few blogs this morning, I started reading Confessions of a Chocoholic and lo and behold appeared The Chocolate Cola Cake. I do remember seeing this recipe before and could have possibly made it but it’s been quite some time. So what do I do? I can’t just read the recipe and move on? No, Suzy Homemaker overcame me, with my iPad in hand with the recipe I grabbed the ingredients and slung that yummy cake in the oven. When it comes out of the oven, you pour this HOT cocoa- butter-cola-powdered sugar mixture over it. Hey, just get a glass and drink this. Oh my, wonder how many bites I’ve had today – the only consolation is I used Diet Coke. Ha That should really make a difference, right????? Do you want the recipe? Well, ok I guess I’ll share it.

The Chocolate Cola Cake

Set oven for 350.

2 c flour (I used all purpose)
2 c sugar
½ tsp salt
1 tsp baking powder
½ tsp cinnamon

Mix all the above together.

In saucepan, bring to a boil:

1 c butter
¼ c cocoa powder
1 c cola
½ c buttermilk

Then mix with flour mixture.
Add: 2 eggs and 1 tsp vanilla

Bake about 30 minutes.

Glaze:

½ c butter
1/3 c cocoa
½ c cola

Bring to boil; then mix in 4 cups confectioner’s sugar. Pour over hot cake.

(DID I SAY 3 STICKS OF BUTTER?????? AND I USED THE REAL THING.)

Suzy Homemaker Strikes Again…

The aroma is staggering.....

My Fisherman walks in one late afternoon and I say, “Take a bite.” I had made these delicious rolls – they were almost perfect, not exactly but almost. Then I said, “Keep this quiet or Emeril or Paula Deen will be calling and I don’t have time for them.” He looks at me like “Are you kidding or are you crazy?” But after that almost-perfect roll hit his tongue he had to agree. Can’t you taste it just looking at the picture? So now I’ve kinda got the big head and I whip up another batch yesterday, floppity,, mopsity and cotton tail. Something went wrong. I knew as soon as the ole – Kitchenaid gave me the dough that it was too heavy. Oh by the way, yes I did buy myself a brand new Kitchenaid and I love it. And the color makes the beater work better, I think. So today after church, I do not aim to be beat over this recipe so I think ok, the only difference is I used butter yesterday in the recipe so I would use margarine today. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but again the dough was nice and soft as it should be. Now I’m confused. The rolls are now rising, as we speak, for the last time in the oven. What could it be? Anyone have any ideas?

The recipe is called Golden Pull-Apart Butter Buns and I got the recipe off a website but not sure where so I’m not taking credit but I think it’s a great one with not much kneading by hand, I just can’t do that so that’s where Ms. Cinnamon Kitchenaid comes into the picture.

You're so cute!!

Golden Pull-Apart Butter Buns

3 ½ cups King Arthur Unbleached all-purpose flour
2 tsps instant yeast
2 Tbsp potato flour or ¼ cup instant potato flakes
3 Tbsp nonfat dry milk
2 Tbsp sugar
1 ½ tsp salt
4 Tbsp soft butter
2/3 c lukewarm water
½ cup lukewarm milk

I threw all of this in Ms. Cinnamon and mix to a soft, smooth dough. I left in the same stainless bowl that it was mixed in and covered with a light cloth. Let rise 60 to 90 minutes until about doubled in bulk. Deflate and divide dough in half; I pinched off pieces to make 7 per 9” cake pan. Makes 2 pans. Then put in cold oven and cover again and let rise, about an hour or so. Then preheat oven to 350 and bake for about 22 to 24 minutes. Remove from oven and you can slap some butter on them if you want. These were soooo delicious the first time. I will make them again and again.

Now let’s talk banana bread. I have this thing about having bananas in the house. I will usually buy 3 to 4 greenish bananas which is the way I like to eat them. It’s just kinda hard to fit them in to my eating schedule since I’m a sweetaholic and fruit often doesn’t fit in. So in a few days I have some well ripened bananas. I’ve tried a zillion banana bread recipes and finally I’ve found it. This recipe is the “bestest.”

Again, I don’t take the credit but it came from the internet. Try it and you’ll never use another one. I use 3 small Longaberger loaf pans – they make perfect little loaves.

Here’s the recipe:

Moist Banana Bread

4 ripe bananas
1/3 cup melted butter
¾ cup sugar
1 egg, beaten
2 Tbps applesauce (This is the secret to the moistness)
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 tsp baking soda
Pinch of salt
1 ½ cups all purpose flour

Preheat oven to 350. Again the ole Kitchenaid came to the rescue, in past days I’d have just beat this by hand but my goodness when you’ve got a beautiful mixer sitting on the kitchen counter with all your other junk, you should use it, right?
First, mash the bananas, then melted butter; then sugar, egg, applesauce & vanilla. Then mix baking soda and salt. Lastly, mix in the flour. Then pour in 3 small pans or adjust to whatever size you use. This morning I made 3 loaves and added fresh blueberries; needless to say it’s even more delicious if that is possible. I cook about 35 minutes; check with a toothpick for doneness.

I promise if you try this, you’ll never use another recipe.

One last tidbit. This Sunday afternoon the weather was hot and quite humid but a little breeze was blowing. My Fisherman and I took Kate to a park and she climbed and slid for about 2 hours. She easily makes friends so she had a variety of kids to entertain herself with. Then we stopped at the lake to take a picture – yes, it’s hard to look at but somebody has to live within 5 minutes of the place and that just happens to be us!! If you’re looking for a good place to visit or move, look at Lake Cumberland. It’s beautiful, peaceful and lots of great folks!

God's precious wonders.

Talk to you soon. Thanks to each of you that have sent me a comment – I love getting them.

My Closets Hath Runneth Over

Is your closet full of clothes you never wear? Mine was/is but within the last year I decided that I needed to get rid of a few things. I washed and folded several blouses and skirts/pants and took them to a young 30ish lady to give to her mom. I don’t know her but seems as if she was thrilled, they fit and she was especially happy the tops were from Christopher and Banks since she loves shopping there. She was happy and I sho was happy. About once a week, I try to drag a few more things out – I’m collecting more empty hangers everytime I do this. Now I’m definitely not replacing all that I’m taking out because I had too many clothes to begin with and wore just a select few. Why do we do this?

And my poor house………..junk, clutter, stacks – why oh why do we do this? Is it the old “I might need this someday” syndrome? The other day hubby and I were looking for something in a junk drawer and I had this plastic bag of screws and some kind of brackets that fit who knows what. I say to him, “I’m going to throw these away.” “Oh no,” says he, “I might need them and will take them to the garage.” Want to guess where they are, as we speak? They were moved from the drawer to the top of the counter. I plan to throw those babies away asap!!

Kate’s clothes – this kid – what’s a feller to do? I buy these nice (expensive, gasp) clothes and shoes and she just wants to wear 2 or 3 things over and over. She has a pair of purple Nike shorts and a blue/white Kentucky Wildcat tshirt that I know the child would wear everyday if I allowed it. Having a little girl to dress after all these years is so much fun for me but she’s not very receptive of my endeavors. I try to put a guilt trip on this 3 year old in saying “I buy you all these expensive things and you won’t wear them.” She looks so sweet and says, “Don’t buy me anything else.”

I think I’ve made a little progress but plan to keep de-cluttering. I had two nice comforters for the bed in the closet….but I didn’t need them. So off they went to another home and made a teenager and pre-teen very happy. So come on, friends, let’s share the wealth. Dig in those bogged down closets and set your stuff free. Give it to somebody….you are not going to wear it or use it if you haven’t in the last year. This is so true.

I felt so much lighter after I shared my stuff with other people. Not lighter, in the way that I had lost pounds – if that was true I would do a major overhaul. I mean lighter in – it’s gone, someone is enjoying it, breathing is better. Give it a try – you’ll like it.

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