December 31

Reflection.

This is the day that I generally reflect over the past year. Things gained, things lost, joys, disappointments, how bad my hair looks, how great my kitchen looks, and how happy I am I have a new camera, new friends, loss, and I try to forget how much chocolate I have consumed. Hershey’s and I are BFF’s.

This year will be forever etched in my memory of the Year In Which All Things Revolved Around The Girl.

What has this year been for you? The year in which…..?

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December 30

Aunt Cindy was at my parents house this past week, and she brought my fudge.

This is what happens when you are in the presence of good fudge and no self-control.

Thanks Aunt Cindy. It was delicious.

Peanutbutter Fudge

  • 4 c. sugar
  • 1 stick butter (no substitutes)
  • 1 can evaporated milk
  • 1 pkg. Reese peanutbutter chips
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
  • 1-2 tbsp. peanutbutter

Stir first 3 ingredients in a saucepan over medium heat till melted, and comes to a boil. Boil for 7 minutes. Remove from heat and add rest of ingredients. Stir till chips are melted. Pour into a greased pan.

Aunt Cindy doesn’t say what size pan to use.

December 29

On November 23 I placed an order at the local lumber yard. November 23rd, peoples. The item that I ordered came to my house broken. Twice. The third order never left the lumber yard because it was broken too.

I have decided that I do not want to do any remodeling of my house. If this is any indication of the frustration that will happen during a remodel….nope.   I don’t need it thankyouverymuch! Small and dated works for me.

The 4th and final box finally arrived, and I finally quit complaining and whining and moaning and griping and muttering under my breath about it taking so stinkin’ long for the lumber yard to get it’s act together!

Everyone else was glad that I finally quit too.

I also got a hard wood maple butcher block top for it. I was able to get it for much less than I could have gotten a piece of counter top. I was really happy about that. When it came, it wasn’t what I had expected, but it is beautiful and I am not disappointed.

I swallowed hard when the boy brought up power tools and got them near my butcher block. He grinned and gunned the drill like Leatherface in Texas ChainSaw Massacre.

I hovered closely, as he put the drill bit in, and gunned the drill, again. What is it with men and their power tools?

Isn’t it beautiful? See how much darker the top is? That is from all the mineral oil we have been applying. We certainly don’t want it to warp. The boy made me chant the little ditty about the mineral oil, and how often to apply it, till I could say it in my sleep.

 

Once a day for a week,

once a week for a month,

once a month for a year,

once a year for a lifetime.

 

Or is it once a month for a lifetime. I don’t remember, but please don’t tell him that. I will be having mineral oil nightmares for weeks if he finds out.

 

Do you have an island in your kitchen? Do you wish you had an island in your kitchen?

December 28

Air Conditioning.

I just couldn’t live without it. I couldn’t. I abhor being hot.

If you went back in time to 1850, what convenience item would you take with you?

There is no stinkin’ way that I would wear a corset without air conditioning. I’m a wimp.  That corset would pick me up, throw me in a car, drive me to the brink of sanity, and kick me over the edge without air conditioning.

December 27

I woke up early the other morning.

I had been dreaming that I went back to one of my childhood homes. (yes, that is plural. Being a preacher’s kid, I had lots of homes). I dreamed that I was back at the house that we built almost all by ourselves. I say ourselves, because I helped. Yes, at the tender age of 8, I helped build a house.

I held plumb line, and snapped it. I even hammered a nail or 2 or 200. So what if they weren’t necessarily in the house. I helped chizle mud off of cinder blocks when the basement wall fell in on my dad’s birthday.

I often wonder what that house looks like now and who is sleeping in my bedroom. Are they enjoying my wonderful walk-in closet? Do the kids whisper messages to each other through the vents? Do they laugh and play where I once did? Do they sit in the basement eating candy bars with their Grams when tornado warnings come? Do they run down the path’s that my sister and I created? Is Tarzan’s mountain still there. (Tarzan’s mountain was the pile of dirt that was created from digging out the basement. My sister and I were really into Tarzan. This pile of dirt had weeds growing from it in spots, and we created a fort/play spot from it. It was better than any playground I had ever been too.)

So, if you live on Flatfoot Road, in Cable, Ohio, in a 2 story English Tudor home on 9 acres of land, let me know if you love it as much as I did.

Did you live in the same home your entire childhood?

December 26

Got up this morning with the very intention of reading the manual for my camera.

Something stopped me.

This bag is full, as you can see, of chocolate. But it was the canister of Cashew Roca that stopped. me. dead. I had to have a piece. Which would be fine, unless your loving daughter hadn’t wrapped each and every piece individually with tissue paper.

Out came the scissors, tissue paper be gone! Nothing stops me when it comes to chocolate.

As you can well imagine, I took lots of pictures yesterday. 90% of them did not turn out. I really need to read that manual.

I did manage to get pictures of everyone.

The boy, happy that I loved my camera.

The girl, happy with her booty in the chair.

Superman, happy that he had a day off work, and that I finally bought him a robe.

Me happy that I had time to put on makeup.

Then off to the parents house we went.

Mom, you might want to close your eyes now, or close the browser, or just decide to forgive me now. I have heard that it is easier to ask for forgiveness, than permission.

So, I am begging forgiveness.

I love this picture of my parents. Ma wanted me to crop it, but I just couldn’t. Forgive me.

I just couldn’t crop out my dad’s hand on her knee. That loving gesture deserves to be captured.

Secondly, and much less important is that if I had cropped the picture where ma had wanted it cropped, we would only see my dad from his nose up.

When I think of my parents, this is what I see.

Hi Grams. I love you.

My parents got me a tripod. I was so excited that I just had to try it out. Right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of fixing Christmas dinner, I set it up. Right. In. The. Way.

Again, please forgive.


Ma made pork roast.

It tasted better than it looks.  I will do a recipe tutorial on it later, for now, I have a can of Cashew Roca,  wrapped in tissue paper that needs some attention.

December 25

I interrupt  this blogging break to show you all what was in my gold box.

I am so excited to show you all my new…

camera!!!

And here is my first picture taken….a really good picture.

I am so excited.

I will have more to say later.   I have much reading to do.