February 9

Nothing says ‘mad house’ like a one day meat sale. A local store had one yesterday, and I went. $1.69 per lb. for hamburger, Bob Evans Sausage, bacon etc., and if you spend $30, you get a gallon of milk for 8¢.   I was so there!  So were 376 other people wanting the same deal. It was worse than Black Friday crowded.   Pork fat rules, internet’s!  Pork fat rules.

I am not a person that indulges in road rage, but I do, at times, indulge in a bit of road…justice. If I am toodling along doing 75 the speed limit and someone flies by me and keeps on going, no big deal. Hey! It is their gas, and perhaps they will get the speeding ticket award for driver of the year. If they wanna fly by me and slow down just to be first, well, that is a different story. If traffic is bottlenecked around an off ramp, I will let one person in front of me, but do not try to edge in after that one person. You will have to hit me, because I am all about taking your turn, people.   Didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?

Same goes with bottlenecks on the highway, do not fly up the shoulder of the road and expect me to let you in. Not when I have waited along with the other 248 people for my turn. It will not happen. I don’t care how loud you scream or wave at me. I have always mentally applauded the semi drivers who work in tandem to block that from happening.  It is justice people.  Justice.

So, when you cram literally, 30 people, carts and a few children into a space meant only for 10, it is crowded. If everyone is patient and waits their turn, all the better. I am standing there, plastered against the meat coolers patiently waiting my turn at the 10 pound tubes of ground beef, when out of the corner of my eye, I see her. She who has already run her cart into the girls ankle, she who knocked into my cart because I wasn’t moving fast enough, she was plowing through the sea of people, carts and small children with her monster kiddy cart. You know the ones. They look like little cars to keep the kiddlets occupied. ~~why couldn’t they have come out with that brilliant idea when my 2 were young? why?~~ She was banging into carts that were in her way, and jostling other people. I had had enough. of. her. So, I casually stepped into the isle way bent over my cart, sufficiently blocking her way through, and counted my 4 chubs of sausage, my 4 packages of $1.69 Kielbasa, and my 1 chicken. She couldn’t get by.

As I listened to her huff and puff at her children to be patient, that there were lots of people, I smiled, recounted my meat and moved out of the way. Most likely she was inwardly cursing me, her time schedule, and how I was ruining it, but I didn’t care. Justice had been served.

February 8

Today’s burning question is a bit different.

Today I would like for you to write one sentence about yourself that includes one thing that is true and another thing that is not.

Yellow roses are my favorite, but I hate the way roses smell.

***edited to add***

You must guess which one is true about me, and I will guess yours. You will have to tell me if I am correct or not.

February 7

I don’t know about you, but I am very concerned about my blog stats. I must be, if I weren’t I wouldn’t check them every day.

Not only do I check my blog stats, but I also look to see what search engine terms that people use to find my blog. Some make sense, and others, not so much.

  • David Crowder

This one shows up almost on a daily basis. Cool! We love David Crowder here in the Chocolate household. The boy even got to meet him up close and personal like.

  • How do get rid of stomach hair

Hair on the stomach? in the stomach? I have no clue. I think you might want to check out WebMD for that one. I suggest shaving, waxing, tweezers or electrolysis.  You should also stop licking the cat.

  • eeeeewww

This one shows up on a daily basis too. If you looking for ewwwww, you might find it here , here , or possibly here .

  • heating vents

I don’t have enough. Would you like to come install some for me?

  • how do I know if a girls like me or not

Honey, the only way to find out is to just bite the bullet, be a man and ask her.

  • tent sampling

Tents? Camping is dead to me.

  • party animal dog

I don’t have a dog, but let me tell you, I do have a party animal You can find her here and here too. Please give me some ideas on how to keep her in line, because I am at my wits end.

February 5

Last week, I went to my friend Shirley’s bulk food store to get the girl some raw pumpkin seeds. She had a recipe for some fancy schmancy cookies “White Chocolate, Cranberry, and Macadamia Nut Cookies”. I sampled one, and it was wonderful. I took the recipe with me thinking, that maybe some day I would get the ingredients to make it.

Then I figured if I tweaked the recipe, I could make them now, ’cause cookies now sound so much better than cookies later! Amen!

So I did. I made them better. You can too. You probably have all the ingredients in your house, or are just lacking crasins. Go get some. I’ll wait.

Your back. Great! Lets get started.

Here is what you’ll need. Flour, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla, salt, baking soda, butter, shortening, eggs, white chips, chopped pecans, and crasins.

Beat your butter and shortening together till it is fluffy.

Add your sugars and cream.

Add your eggs one at a time, beating between each addition for about, oh, as long as it takes to pose and try to snap a picture. This was the only one that worked.

Then add your vanilla and mix well.

Add your dry ingredients,

cover your machine so it won’t spew back at you and mix well.

Add your chips, crasins and nuts.

This all needs to be stirred in by hand. For this, I ordered asked the boy to do. He is much stronger than I am. Plus I pay my workers with cookie dough.

This is a beautiful cookie dough. I doubled the recipe, because a family from church moved back into town, and I wanted some for myself, too.

The boy took this picture, so I had to include it. I know that y’all know to plop them on a parchment, or greased cookie sheet, 12 to a pan.

I took this one, and am including it because I like it.

So there!

Because I doubled the recipe, and because these cookies are way to good to stop at 7 3, I am freezing these. I just scooped them out onto waxed paper. I had to wait for a cookie sheet to cool, so I could put these guys in the freezer for about an hour. Then I took them out, put them in a freezer bag. Now I can take these out 6 2 at a time and have a fresh cookie whenever I feel the need. Or if desperate, just eat the frozen dough right then and there!

I’m just sayin’.

Bake this goodness for 14 minutes, and let cool…if you can.

Crasin Pecan Cookies

  • 3 c. flour
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • ¾ tsp. salt
  • ½ c. butter
  • ½ c. butter flavored(or regular) shortening
  • 1 c. brown sugar
  • ¾ c. sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tbsp. vanilla
  • 1 ½ c. crasins
  • 1 ½ c. white chocolate chips
  • 1 c. chopped pecans

Preheat your oven to 350º. Beat butter and shortening in a large mixing bowl till fluffy. Add sugars and beat till blended. Beat in eggs, one at a time, then add vanilla and mix. Ad dry ingredients and beat just until blended. Using spatula strong wooden spoon, stir in crasins, chips and nuts.

Bake cookies until just golden. About 14 minutes. Cool…if you must. Pour a large glass of milk, or coffee, or tea, or whatever you need. Consume.

I doubled this recipe and it made 9 dozen…plus the 2 globs of dough the size of a cookie…that landed in my mouth by accident. Yeah…accident. That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it!

February 4

They have hung on her wall for over a year. Silent, unused, dead.

A record of hard work, and dreams fulfilled.

A reminder of things never to come again.
I have looked at these slippers every single day for over a year, my heart breaking silently for her loss.

When I came home from photographing Frank , she came down the stairs, wearing her slippers.

My heart soared.

She is finally strong enough to want to dance again.

February 3

I have been playing around with Photoshop here lately. I finally figured out how to use the layers part of the program. Yeah me!

This is photo of my sweet girl straight out of the camera.

I boosted the contrast and color on this one. I am not quite sure I like this one or not. I think it has to much red in it.

I really like this one. The blues are more prominent. It really has an ‘edgy’ feel to it.

This one has the color boosted, but not quite as much, then I softened it a little bit all over.

I am really liking this layer’s thing. Liking it a lot.

The chips say they are being neglected, so every so often I throw them a heal of bread, and a bag of chocolate. It keeps them quiet, so I can play some more. ‘Cause that’s just the kind of mom I am.

Which one do you like better? Which one do you like the least?

February 2

November.

1991.

A low point in my life.

Looking back I see the romance, but not then.

I was working for The Longaberger Company, decorating Dresden, Ohio for Christmas. Longaberger thought that it was the most wonderful of ideas to purchase old, dirty, crushed, and sometimes broken cast off artificial Christmas trees from JC Penny’s or Sears or the county dump.

It was 5 other ladies and my job to take a tree, straighten all the branches, and untangle the lights from the aforementioned tree, re-string the tree with lights, and then decorate them. We 6 called them the trees from hell. It was tedious, dirty, and monotonous. The only thing that kept us sane was this blond named Tracy. He would ride around in the company pick-up truck getting us supplies, getting us food, and because he was oh so easy on the eyes, we 6 decided to keep him busy with us.

On Thursday, I had stepped out of the quaint, old depot that we had been decorating for some fresh air, when his pick-up pulled into the parking lot. He was a sight for sore eyes. The man had not shaved all week. And since I had been actively flirting with him all week, I joked to him, “Don’t you guys ever shave?”. We both giggled, twittered, and made other funny, flirty comments to each other and I went back inside.

There was a passenger in the pick-up truck. I didn’t pay a bit of attention to him. My eyes were on the blond.

When I came into work on Friday, they moved us 6 to a different building to begin on yet again more trees. They had brought in reinforcements this time to help. I guess we were moving way to slow. They brought us help from Hopewell. Hopewell is a company that finds jobs for high functioning mentally challenged people. This made us happy as we tried to put them to work on the trees, but their supervisor wouldn’t have it.

I was a single mom, living at home, depressed, and going through a divorce. So, as I was working on my 10 foot piece of metal and plastic straight from the bowels of hell, fighting tears about my lot in life, and the fact that I had 20 more trees just like it waiting to be straightened, unstrung, and redecorated, a man walks over and asks if I was okay. He had a fresh hair cut, and was clean shaven. Not normal for the Hopewell people, but I thought that maybe he was higher functioning than the rest. He began to chat with me, and for 4 hours, we straightened branches together. He made me smile, he made me laugh, and he made me forget about the fact that I had 20 more trees to do.

As we left for the day, he asked if he could have my number. I almost didn’t give it to him, but he had been so nice to me, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, I gave it to him.

Later I found out that he had worked for 4 hours beside me after he had already clocked out for the day. He had been the one sitting in that pick-up truck. He had fallen for me, and had gone home and promptly went to get a hair cut and a shave. Just for me.

That was a little over 16 years ago. We got married in April of 1992.

I didn’t tell him till after we were married that I had thought that he was with Hopewell.