August 24

Yesterday morning I got up early, as is my custom, came downstairs, blogged, perused other blogs, read the news, and decided it was high time I took a shower.

I do not like clutter. I don’t really care if everything is dusty, I don’t mind seeing other peoples clutter, but clutter in my house…drives me nearly insane.

I am always telling the chips “a place for everything, and everything in its place”, and as I was going upstairs, I turned to look and saw a mess on the table.

I began to get frustrated.

I paused to see who’s mess it actually was. The boy’s 2 drinking glasses, receipt from a pair of exchanged dress pants, and his fair book, the girls book, her reading glasses, some lip balm and my Netflix envelope.

As I was standing there, it occurred to me that, all the clutter on that table signified that there was life in this house. Someone lives here. The people leaving those things on my table create noise, they create laughter, they create a purpose, and they help turn a house into a home.

It struck me then, that in not the so distant future the only thing that will be on that table will be droopy flowers and dust.

Dust from unuse.

There will be no one living here to sit at the table and read, or put on lip balm. No pants to be bought and returned, no fair entries to be looked over and decided upon. No library books that need to be returned, and no one for me to say to “put your glasses on while your reading, you’ll ruin your eyes”.

Nope…the clutter doesn’t bother me quite so much anymore.

August 23

A doe a deer, a female deer….





That is one of Superman’s favorite songs.

I think deer are his favorite animal.

I also think that they sense this, and they love him too.

They love him so much that they chase after him.

They chase after him, and heave themselves at his car.

Deer are just drawn to him.

Not only do they heave themselves at his car, they also leave a bit of themselves behind.

Just so Superman will remember them, and so Chocolatechic can rummage around junk yards looking for replacement parts.

This makes number 5 in the last 10 years.

August 22

It’s Friday and I am nosy.

What kind of music do you listen to while you drive?

It really depends on the mood I am in, and who is in the car with me.

If I am driving long distances, I must have something with a beat. A strong beat. A fast beat. You see, the faster the music, the faster the vehicle goes, and I want to get the driving portion of the trip over with. I am not a traveler.

The chips know this and insist on listening to the heaviest music they have.

When I am alone in the car, which is rarely, I generally listen to Yo Yo Ma or something similar. I need something calm and soothing so that I don’t speed.

So, what kind of music do you listen to when you drive? When you drive around town? When you drive long distances?

August 21

The house stood quiet for the rest of last week.

I knew that they weren’t finished.

I just knew that they ~~please, please, please~~couldn’t be finished fixing the house up.

Mr. and Mrs. Fixit didn’t fail me.

Sunday morning at 7:07am I heard cordless drills, drilling and hammers whacking.

Please! 7am??

At 8 am, (I know it was 8, because my camera says so) the house looked like this.

By Sunday evening, new windows appeared.

Hallelujah. Property values will go up $2 soar!

By Monday afternoon, old windows were gone, and you can see in the left bottom corner, a delivery truck appeared, and the gas department showed up and began digging a new gas line, subsequently blocking my view of any other activities I could see.

When I am 80, I will be the little old woman with the binoculars.

Tuesday, new windows went in, and the gas people finally left.

By the end of yesterday, I was doing a jig.


Which brings me to my poll.

What color of siding will they be putting on?


August 20

Last Saturday was a bloggie day.

A bloggie day indeed.

Julie Beth and her husband M. came over for a visit.

I made a peach galette with some totally marvelous ginger preserves.

But we didn’t get to the galette because these were just coming out of the oven when they arrived.

I had been reading all about these wonderful cookies, and I wasn’t sure if Julie Beth was going to be bringing her kiddos or not, and I wanted them to have something fun too.

These cookies are everything that the article said they would be. I found some Merkens dark chocolate disks to use in them, but they weren’t dark enough. You really, really, really need to have some semi-sweet chocolate in these cookies. I let them set for almost 30 hours. Next time they get the full 36 hour wait.

They are the perfect cookie. Crisp on the outside edge, and they get softer and chewier the more you get to the middle of the cookie.

We all had such a lovely time.

I shared with them my absolute devotion to Apologia Science, and the boy shared his love for LOTR with Julie Beth. She knows as much if not more than the boy does about J. R. R. Tolkein and all his works.

Me, I didn’t even know that there was a LOTR till the movie came out.

Even Superman was all “have you never read The Hobbit?” And I’m all “pshhhhhh… If it wasn’t a Harlequin romance, then I didn’t even bother” ‘Cause what do shallow teen-age girls in the ’80s read but Harlequin romance???

M and Julie Beth, thanks for sharing your afternoon with us, and Julie Beth thanks for filling that obvious void in my sons life.

August 19

When I was a little girl, my uncle became very serious about his health. He began to take herbs and vitamins, and tell my parents the virtues of eating healthier.

They (the parental units) decided that they, too, needed to eat healthier.

Thus began what I refer to as the ‘yucky poo’ stage of my growing up.

Sweets became very scarce. Bottles upon bottles of pills showed up on the counter. (I thought that one of my parents had cancer) And the most horrific of horrors happened.

Wheat germ.

My parents began putting wheat germ in everything. They even laced our orange juice with the nasty stuff. To this day, if someone mentions wheat germ, my throat begins to close off.

So when I saw wheat germ as an ingredient today’s TWD recipe for Granola Grabbers, I began to whimper.

How could I make cookies, with that…that…stuff in it. I even went so far as to wait till the very last minute to make the cookies.

Because of my little internal temper tantrum, I ended up making cookies on the hottest day of this month.


It was like 228ยบ in my kitchen, and it seriously took about 5-7 minutes for my butter to come to room temperature. (I refuse to have my AC and oven on at the same time)

Rarely ever do I tweak a recipe the first around. I generally follow the recipe to the letter the first time (cause I’m a rule follower) then I put my own spin on it the next time.

This time, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just couldn’t.

I absolutely refuse to purchase that…stuff.

I figured that I would just substitute oat bran. I am not a huge fan of raisins(which it called for) nor a huge fan of coconut(also in the recipe).

Since I was already tweaking the recipe, I figured I would go all the way and make them totally mine.

I made my own granola,(recipe on the side bar) which already had oat bran, and slivered almonds in it.

Oat bran is just really to close to wheat germ and healthiness for me, so I left it out of the recipe entirely.

I used dried cranberries in place of the raisins, and white chips and semi-sweet chocolate chips in place of the coconut and slivered almonds.

One other tweaker I did, was I added a blurb of vanilla. I don’t like to make cookies without vanilla. It’s just unAmerican!

This recipe is so full of chunks and hunks that there is hardly enough dough to coat it all, and I was concerned that they wouldn’t spread, or be cohesive, but let me tell you, they are super.

I definately will be making these again.

Check out Michelle’s blog for the recipe. She picked a winner. Thanks Michelle.

Show of hands…who ate more cookie dough than cookies….anyone? hello???

August 18

When I was pregnant with my sweet baby girl, I prayed that her hair would be a specific color, and totally gorgeous.

Thank you Lord, for answered prayer.

Unfortunately, I didn’t specify whether I wanted it thick or thin.

She got the thin variety, and while it is soft as silk, it is straight as a board.

When she was about 3 I began doing the sponge curler thing.

She hated it.

The sponge curlers produced great results, for all of 3 hours.

Then, because her hair was so soft, so baby fine, and so long, it would begin to straighten. And by the end of the day, you couldn’t tell that I had spent almost an hour the night before rolling it in sponge curlers, telling her to sit still, almost finished baby, turn your head this way, no sweetie~~ya gotta sit still so mommy can finish.

I gave up.

Till last week.

Last week the girl brought down the big sponge curlers and with her brownish-green eyes all sad, she begged me to ‘do her hair’.

What is a mother to do when those eyes are all sad and pleading?

I cautioned her that it most likely would all fall out.

And I thought I’d photograph the evidence, because I just knew that the Internet would want to see pictures of my girls curls.

If you are not remotely interested in curls and the falling out, thereof, ya just might want to move on. Find something else to do. Eat some chocolate. Text someone. Or bake a cake. Mop a floor. Do some laundry, or clean out your fridge.

If you are just killing time, then this is your blog.

Here is her hair right out of the curls, finger combed and kinky.

She is not pleased with the kink, do not let that smile fool you for one minute.

After about 3 hours, gravity has begun to do its thing.

See…see…look at those eyes.

I just can’t say no.

Around 4, it still had some curl.

We were amazed, and now she wants me to do it all. the. time.

If only she would sit still.