Every time I pull up this page my eyes go right to the cow’s belly. Boy, is it sticking out there. Are there any bovine knowledgeable people out there that can tell me if she is indeed with child calf, or has she just been scarfing down the hay…
My poor, sick camera, with the broken door, that I have to hold together with a rubber band? Actually, it’s not as bad as it sounds, the camera works fine, if I can remember to take it with me.
The girls and I were on Milly, they were playing in a field, the wild mustard was in bloom, the sun was at my back, it would have made a great picture. surprise, no camera! And now the clouds have rolled in, so I can’t recreate the photo op….
Oh , wouldn’t it be wonderful to have an organized mind. Some people just have it together. They remember where they put things, they don’t have to search for their car keys, their cell phone is always within their reach, their checkbook is always balanced, their appointments are always scheduled months in advance.
I don’t envy much, but I do envy people who have it together. I will, too, in my next lifetime…
Now where did I put that damned camera???
All of these things I’m doing are my newest approach at healthy eating and staying on track. I’ll be posting pictures of my meals on my Eating Right Blog, at least the ones that are worth a picture. :0)
There will be a random slideshow of these in the right sidebar, you can click on the picture and it will take you to Picasa Web Albums and you can get more details.
Only a few pictures, so far, I just started doing this. But it’s not a bad idea, be kind, some of my food will not be exactly gourmet.
I find it absolutely fascinating, and either she’s a really good actress or she’s doing a really good job with her family. As RadarOnline says, you be the judge.
I’m also totally amazed at how good she looks. Her body is tiny. How did she do that? Duh, she doesn’t eat much, obviously.
And what do I think? I do believe I’m in awe of the woman. She seems to be a sweet and gentle soul, she really does…
Gloria Steinem is turning seventy-five . She was a forerunner in the women’s movement, a feminist I never really got onboard with.
And as I look back at our lives following the sixties and the seventies, are we really better off, are we really? If we are, at what expense? Our children perhaps, whose lives are left to day care providers because the majority of their mothers work? I’ve often heard working women talk of taking their children to daycare on their days off so they can have time to catch up on work, or have time to themselves. I cringe every single time I hear a woman say this. Like their children are a hindrance, they would rather shuffle them to the sitter than spend time with them. I’ve also heard women say that their children get on their nerves and they could never stay home with them. That’s a horrible way to feel. I feel sorry for them, but more so for their families. It’s sad what they miss, and what they can never recapture because they aren’t there for their children.
Are marriages better since the women’s movement? Oh no, women won’t put up with the crap men hand them these days, they divorce them and move on, most of them with children, where they try to have a single life and be mom, and who loses in this scenario, the children, of course. It’s good that they do stand up to the men, of course I agree with that, but if they made better life choices in the first place they wouldn’t be dealing with the problems they have with the men they chose to marry.
I was there when they burned the bras, I was a young woman during the women’s movement, I lived it. Of course I think it would be great if we could really be equal. But it can’t, and we never will. Women, in my opinion, have absolutely no business working in heavy industrial jobs. They don’t have the muscle, the stamina that men do to do these jobs. But they try, they are out there in their hard hats, trying to keep up as best they can, trying to show that they can do the same work as the men to earn that equal pay. And women in law enforcement, and fighting in the military, don’t even get me started on that. Oh, I sound hopelessly old-fashioned, don’t I? You all know that I’m a pretty liberal thinker, but I’m an old(er) woman now, I see life differently than I did even a few years ago.
And when these women’s day jobs are finished and they return home, their men will “help” and occasionally a man will really step up to the plate and do his share, but from what I’ve observed it’s the exception, not the rule. The woman is the one who is responsible for most of the housework and raising the children. I’m sure a lot of younger women would argue with me, but if they take off the rose colored glasses and really look at their lives, I imagine a lot of them are the ones that are doing the majority of the work at home, as well as working a full-time job.
Are women more fulfilled because they are working outside the home? Is it really that important to have a bigger house, a better car, better clothes? That’s not what is important, it’s the family unit that matters, but society has evolved to the point that the woman must work to maintain that lifestyle. Also, this generation doesn’t know any better, it’s what they are conditioned to do, and it’s normal to them, but it isn’t really normal and are all these “things” that important, are they really?
Children are exposed so much at an early age, there is no innocence. It’s an immoral world that these little souls are being raised in. Is it worth it, what this generation is doing to their children, is it really?
I’m really lucky that my boys both live in such interesting cities. John in Franklin, Tennessee, and Ryan in Versailles, Kentucky. When we visit I’m always impressed by the trendy shops, the perfectly manicured beautiful home, the plethora of wonderful restaurants. I feel like I’m on holiday every time we visit both cities.
My guys have long outgrown Heavensville. They jokingly laugh about how hokey it is when they visit, and I understand what they mean. It’s an old river city, we aren’t as trendy as where they live, we don’t have the awesome grocery stores, the upscale strip malls, or the selection of restaurants, but it’s home….
As we arrived back in town today, it was wonderful seeing the old brick buildings, the familiar landscape, and peeking at the river as we passed by. Heavensville is a wonderful city to live in. It has what I need, I feel safe when I’m out alone, and if I want more I can always visit the family! It was so much fun visiting John, but it’s so good to be back in Heavensville…
Is there anything better in the spring of the year than sleeping with your bedroom window open.
We’re visiting John in Nashville, and our bedroom is always hot. It was raining last night, hubby cracked the window for me and it was absolutely blissful. The cool breeze, the fresh air, the gentle rain, and then awakening this morning to singing birds. It doesn’t get better than this….
This picture brings back memories of my country childhood. It really was a time when mothers wore aprons, little boys wore bib overalls, pies were freshly baked for dad coming home from the field and dogs ran free in the country, protecting the property. This picture is so similar to the way I remember my childhood in the 50’s.
I found this great picture on a blogsite I’ve recently found. I link to it in my sidebar, but in case some of you haven’t seen it and are feeling a bit nostalgic, it’s one of the best sites I’ve ever found online. The name of it is Sugar Pie Farmhouse, and it has the most wonderful vintage graphics, scenes that depict the simple life, the way it used to be, when life was wholesome, and mother’s could stay home and raise their children, and the dogs could run free. Was it a better life? Now that I’m older and see the way the world is today, in my opinion, it definitely was.
I’m just a bit nostalgic this Easter evening. The family is gone, the house is quiet now, and I’m looking forward to spring planting. Maybe I’ll bake hubby a pie,and I'll dream of a little child to share it with, and of course there are my sweet dogs to brighten my days. I have a lot to look forward to this spring, life is good in Heavensville this Easter…
And the link to Sugar Pie Farmhouse is here, you simply have to check this out, it’s a visual delight… Pinkie swear…
These deviled eggs are just the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long time. They don’t look hard to make at all, either.
Carlene sent me the link from Savoring Time in The Kitchen.
Cut a slice out of the bottom of the egg so they stand up, then another slice down a bit from the top, scoop out the yolks, overfill them when you put the yolk/mayo mixture back in, slice olives for the eyes, and carrots for the webbed feet. Pretty cute, huh?
Here’s the click if you want to check them out further.
Savoring Time in the Kitchen is a great read!
OMG, MAKE THESE!!!!! They are absolutely, fantastically delicious. It’s the combination of the vanilla and the almond that makes them so special, the oil makes them moist. We heaped coconut on the frosting, they are decadent!!! Seriously, one of the best recipes, ever! Trust me, you’ll love these.
We also made Carrot Cake Cupcakes from Simply Elise. They aren’t frosted yet. They are filled with cinnamon, cardamon and orange zest.
You can find the carrot cake recipe here.
I’ll post pictures later….
Just for fun I called Auntie Em’s in LA, the cupcakes sell for $3.50 apiece, the recipe made 22, that’s $77 dollars worth of cupcakes we have sitting in our kitchen. Amazing, huh…
Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more
I could hardly wait to keep our date
This lovely Easter morning
And my heart beat fast as I came through the door
For...
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade.
I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over
We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet
And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
Lindsay and I are going to make these tomorrow. Auntie Em’s Kitchen is a popular restaurant/bakery in Los Angeles, I got their cupcake recipe from the LA Food Times.
You might want to check out the recipe for them, it’s archived in Jan Can Cook. We’re doing half with coconut, half with sprinkles, I’ll update you on how they turn out…
Here’s the quick click to the recipe -
I’ve blogged about this before, so if you’re an oldtimer, just skim past it. This is for all the new kids on the block that read my blog and haven’t heard this.
Some of you may not realize that I’m a double amputee, following a bout with meningitis when I was forty-four, and you also may not realize that I have a healthy sense of humor about the whole thing. Oh my, there are a million stories in the naked city, this is one…
The year was 1995, I was slowly getting my life back and determined to prove to myself that I was “normal” which of course I wasn’t, but I wasn’t ready to admit that quite yet. The boys were in college, coming home for spring break and I decided to go to the grocery store alone, my first mistake.
I was going to make them sloppy joes for lunch, and being really cocky, I decided that I didn’t need a cart, I could just carry the burger and the buns. I didn’t have a good sense of balance yet, and I staggered when I walked, but I didn’t need a cart, of course not, sure I didn’t.
So I get a package of buns, trudge on to the meat counter where I pick up the burger, but I decided that I didn’t really want to make them from scratch, so I also picked up a can of Manwich. Oh, I needed a 2 liter container of soda, I forgot the soda. So I’m staggering thru the store with all of this in my arms, trying to decide if I could also carry a bag of chips, and by this time I’m starting to get really fatigued, as my energy level wasn’t good yet.
So I’m carrying all of this stuff in my arms, bobbing and weaving and it starts to slip thru my arms. I know I’m in trouble, I’m trying to keep my balance, and I totally lose it and crash into a display of jelly beans.
The store had made this huge pyramid of jelly beans, they had repackaged bulk jellies into deli containers, and it was high to the sky on a table.
Well, I fell into the damned thing, and those containers spilled to the ground, and literally thousands of jelly beans poured out of them onto the floor….
OMG, I was horrified. There were jelly beans everywhere! The clerks all came running, with the most gawdawful expressions on their faces, so I quickly went into my poor pitiful pearl routine about how I didn’t have any feet, and I was so sorry and I would pay for all those jelly beans. Heaven forbid they think I was a drunk with all that weaving going on…
The store manager came up, I was trying to explain to him what happened, while he was hurriedly trying to get me thru the checkout lane. He just wanted me gone! We cut in front of the other customers, I paid for my groceries (no, he didn’t make me pay for the jelly beans) and then he escorted me out to and put me in my car! I remember sitting in that parking lot, laughing hysterically and thinking that if I ever got home, I would never go anywhere again in my entire life.
Of course I did, but I must admit it was a couple of years before I had the courage to go back into that market…
And that’s my annual Easter story, I hope it gave you all a smile today….
Carlene sent me this story. It just made my morning, I bet it will yours, too.
A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school. He didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe.
So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her.
She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.
The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew. She did this for the whole week.
As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week?
Do you know her?'
Timmy nonchalantly replied, 'Yeah, I know who she is.'
The little girl said, 'Well, who is she?'
'That's just Shirley Goodnest,' Timmy replied, 'and her daughter Marcy.'
'Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following us?"
'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!'
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift His countenance upon you,and give you peace.
May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today and always.
I know you smiled!
I sure did, Pass this on and brighten someone's day!
Why is it that if you go to lunch with a man, you pick the restaurant and if the food is bad it’s the end of the world, but, if they pick the restaurant and the food is bad, they won’t admit it for anything…..
I’m eating healthy so we went to Salad World for lunch. Some guy at work told hubby that they had the best salad in town, so he wanted to try it.
BEST SALAD IN TOWN, OMG, OMG, it was absolutely, positively HORRID!!!
No atmosphere, no comfy booths, a stupid little overpriced menu, the salads all had a badzillion calories in them, so I opted for a plain baked potato with steamed veggies on top. He got a philly cheesesteak, he didn’t even order a salad!
They had vegetarian chili on the menu, so I asked the waitress, some poor woman on the wrong side of sixty who, I’m sure, would much rather be home with her feet up on an ottoman watching As The World Turns instead of taking our order, if it was healthy. She said she didn’t know, it came from a container from GFS (wholesale food distributer). Egads, why did she tell me that? Total turn off before we even ordered.
But order we did, then waited forever for our food and our waitress finally came back to our table and said they had screwed up my potato and put cheese all over it, and they had to “microwave” me another one. Arughhhhh, why did she have to confirm what I already knew, that the potato was microwaved…
Hubby declared that his cheesesteak was good. It looked awful, on an icky dry roll, no grilled onions or peppers, just some shredded beef with a squirt of cheese on that sad looking bun. And mine, well, it was a microwaved poato with steamed veggies on top. *sigh*
I had iced tea, he had water – it was almost $20 for lunch, and it was awful! But he said didn’t think it was bad. HE DIDN’T THINK IT WAS BAD??????? FOR TWENTY DOLLARS????
We shopped all day, and tonight I had to run back to yet another store, so he said “we’ll just get something out.” Okay, great, I was tired and didn’t really want to cook, but there isn’t a lot of restaurants to choose from close to our house that aren’t totally calorie laden, but we do have Long John Silvers, which I’m not a fan of, but they have 350 calorie meals now. That worked, it was quick, and I ordered the tilipia with rice and steamed veggies. It sounded good and looked great in the picture on the menu board. They brought our order and sat it on our table, hubby had this HUGE pile of food on his plate,I looked down at mine and there was a tablespoon of veggies, maybe a couple of tablespoons of rice and a sad little piece of fish. Apparently you don’t get much for 350 calories. I looked at his and I’m thinking if mine is grilled and 350 calories, and his is fried and is a huge amount of food, he must have 3500 calories in his dinner! No wonder America is a fat nation, it’s those damned restaurants!
So I came home, made myself a bowl of fresh strawberries, topped with a cup of vanilla fat free yogurt, and you know what? It was the best thing I ate all day.
I’ll bet your mom made these for you when you were a little kid, too!
I was talking about these cupcakes with my buddy V today. Mother made them for me when I was a little girl 50+ years ago. She would tint the coconut, make a little nest and fill the nest with jelly beans. I would help her in the kitchen, and be so excited, because it was such a special occasion. We always tinted our grass green, and the cupcakes were always homemade.
I carried the tradition on with my own boys, and when I asked Ryan today if he would like to have them again, he said, “No, I hate coconut!” So much for that memory… But I have to admit, I never really liked the jelly beans on them either. V suggested putting a Peep on top, no surprise there, the woman has been obsessed with Peeps for years! I think yours truly would much rather nest some miniature Cadbury eggs in the coconut. Oh, I do love those eggs! Especially the caramel ones….
Mother also had a lamb cake mold similar to this that she bought when I
I still have the mold, but sometimes I worry that my family won’t know the old stories, and when I’m gone things will just be tossed, because they don’t realize the connection and how important they were to me.
I’ll make lamb cakes for my own grandchildren, that’s what I’ll do, and the tradition will continue. Good memories….
London is my friend, Trish's, Yorkie. She's the little half-pint on the left, all three pounds of her. Next is my Molasses Maybelline, and that's my Maggie Moo on the right. Oh yeah, they are just as cute as they look in these pictures. You have no idea how much fun we have with these little fur kidz!
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