You came here to see a picture of the Lil Prince?
Well, gosh, let me see if I have one…
You came here to see a picture of the Lil Prince?
Well, gosh, let me see if I have one…
What a week it’s been!
Hooooeeeee! I am worn out.
I expected a fabulous week, having my in-laws here, and CGBro, Ella’s Mom and of course, Ella. My pies turned out awesome, even with the dog debacle in the kitchen that day. The house was clean. My grandboy was due. The decorations were up and ever so festive. Oh, there was joy, joy, joy down in my heart!
Okay, Ella doesn’t look all that happy in this picture, but trust me, she was. She had a grand time! How could she not have a good time at my house? I have dogs that lick up
all the evidence every mess, I bake cookies and always offer two and I have a Christmas tree. She wasn’t allowed to touch it, but she sure did spend some time looking at it.
And then, THEN, my grandboy was born! Oh my goodness! He came just in time for us to be thankful for him and talk about him all day on Thanksgiving day. We also spent a considerable amount of time looking at pictures that were being sent hourly. Technology, I am thankful for you!
The Girl sent me pictures, too. She’s such a
brat nice girl to go hold her nephew within hours of him being born and then sending the pictures to me, not at all bragging about how good he smelled and how soft is hair is. Even though she was busy running from turkey to turkey and to my grandboy on Thanksgiving day, she did send me a picture of her and her beloved, with baby, too! Oh, how I miss my kids on the holidays.
While the cooking was going on and the stories being shared, I had CGMan and his dad put in a dimmer switch for me. CGMan is very helpful when it comes to things like that. Sometimes he’s a bit comical, too. I remember one time, early in our marriage, I asked him to change a light bulb in the ceiling fan above the kitchen table. I thought maybe it would be a good idea for him to turn off the fan first, but he didn’t. It’s a good thing the Girl had a Hello Kitty bandaid for him to wear right in the middle of his forehead, to cover the slightly less than ghastly gash.
Anyway, it turned out fine, with only one small zap and one tripped breaker, probably caused by the maybe not so small zap.
I had talked to Skater on the phone the day before Thanksgiving, after his nephew was born. We have all been awaiting the grandboy’s arrival and can’t wait to see him at Christmas. Skater is meeting us in Arizona, where there will be absolutely a 0% chance of snow. On Thanksgiving day, he called again to talk turkey, because he’s just silly like that. We spent a while on the phone, then I had to go. I had people to feed, you know.
And then he walked through my front door…
It’s a damn good thing I like surprises and have a strong heart, and enough turkey! That 25 pound bird didn’t stand a chance. However, I was fresh out of sleeping quarters, so the kid had to sleep on the couch. Zoe and Phoebe didn’t mind that, at all. I am thankful my hubby did not let our boy be alone on Thanksgiving.
I would say this weekend was a complete success.
So? What was the best, worst or surprise of your holiday?
Today I am thankful for so many things. Way too many to list here. Do you really want to hear how I am thankful that the rat I thought was a mouse did not move into my basement to raise a family? I didn’t think so.
I’ll keep it simple.
I’m thankful for my family. What would I ever be able to do, without them? I am very thankful the Lil Prince was born yesterday, so I can be thankful for him today. Otherwise, I would have had to wait a whole year and by then he wouldn’t smell new anymore.
While I am so very sad that my mom is not here this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful that when she got to heaven, she picked a couple of beautiful angels to be my grandbabies. Knowing her, and her motto of, “If you want it done right, do it yourself” she wasn’t even going to let the Big Guy make that decision. Thanks Mom! If the first one is any indication, the grandgirl is going to be awesome, too. Miss you.
I am also extremely thankful for you, my blog friends. Isn’t amazing how close we feel to one another, and yet have never met. I don’t know what I would do without you. I certainly don’t know how I would have made it through this year without you. It’s been a toughy, but at least it has a happy ending. Thanks for sticking around.
Today is already a great day, with my in-laws here and my brother and family on their way. It has occurred to me that he has not had to peel one potato nor snap a single bean. He will be here just in time to eat. Well. I’m thankful I have someone to do the dishes! Ha!
I wish for all of you a beautiful day filled with laughter, family and love.
For those of you wonderful readers who have been checking in daily to see if the grandboy has come, no, he is not here yet. However! He is in the process of making his entrance just this very moment. The Marine and Sunshine have been at the hospital all night, so hopefully it won’t be too much longer.
While we are waiting for the arrival of the little prince, let me tell you how awful my dogs were yesterday. Oh, they were just so bad. I shouldn’t say they, because in all honesty, it was just one. This one…
Don’t let that innocent look fool you. She was full of mayhem yesterday.
She started by pulling a fried chicken leg off the counter and dragging it around a little bit before eating most of it. After that, both dogs kept getting under my feet in the kitchen as I was making pies, trying to get any miniscule bit of chicken coating, so I put them on their pillows at the edge of the kitchen, before one of them killed me.
Then, the chicken stealing dog continued to run outside in the rain to keep the birds off the birdfeeders, tracking mud all though my white floored kitchen on the way back to her pillow. it wasn’t until I was finished with the pies, that I noticed it. Of course, with muddy paw prints goes a muddy dog. Guess who had to give both dogs a bath in the sparkly clean bathroom? Whilst giving them a bath, the sprayer fell out of my hand and attacked the whole bathroom, myself included.
Do I need to remind you I have a houseful of guests arriving in 3 hours?
You may think she was finished with all her naughtiness, but you would be wrong. After getting everything cleaned up (again), I set about making some appetizers for the in-laws, since I knew they would be hungry from being on the train for so long.
I made my now famous stuffed jalapenos, chex mix and a cheese and sausage platter. I even shared a
smidge hunk of my good Italian dried sausage.
Guess who else likes good Italian dried sausage? And guess who, when she was done with all the Italian sausage on that side of the plate, then started pulling slices of cheese off onto the floor?
All this within half an hour of when company is to walk through the door. I’m thinking she has a lot to be thankful for tomorrow. No, Zoe, you cannot be thankful for how tall you are when you’re on your hind legs, nor for how long your tongue is! She should be thankful she’s not homeless, that’s what. All it’s takes is a cardboard box with the word FREE on it!
Check back later today when I make the big announcement of my grandboy’s arrival! Until then, good thoughts for Marine and Sunshine, as their life begins to change, forever.
…the most popular day for babies to make their arrival is Tuesday. Listen up, little man!
…more newborns arrive in September, the second most popular month is August. Cold winters and holidays parties, whooda thunk?.
…about 200,000 people in the U.S. were born on February 29th?
…when it comes time to give birth, a female shark loses her appetite so she won’t be tempted to eat her own pup? She’ll rethink that when he’s a teenager.
…we are born with 350 bones, but die with only 206? That’s probably what causes us to shrink when we get older.
…elephants are pregnant for 2 years? WHAT?!
…about 200 babies are born worldwide every minute? Well, except for my grandboy.
…if my grandboy decided to be born today, he would share a birthday with Billie Jean King?
…the platypus is one of five mammals that lay eggs?
…only 5% of babies are born on their due date? Which is today, little guy, in case you’ve forgotten!
…female giraffes give birth standing up? Um, no thank you!
…humans are the only mammals that raise their offspring for up to 20 years? The sooner you charge them rent, the sooner they leave.
Maybe if the little guy knew what kind of personality traits he would have, were he to be born today, it would help in his decision making process. Here you go, lil buddy, I think you should go for it!
If You Were Born Today, November 22: You are headstrong yet warm and playful. Very active, you don't like to feel caged in by anyone or anything! You carve your own unique path in life, playing by the rules when necessary, but refusing to give up your individuality in the process. Although ambitious in many ways, you don't feel the need to play games in order to win approval. Straightforwardness is important to you, but you are not an open book either. Your opinions are as strong as your will and determination.
P.S. Based on that description, you sound a lot like your Daddy.
I’ll be waiting!
I know you all stampeded over here for baby news and possibly a picture of said baby. There would have been both, if baby had actually decided to make an entrance over the weekend. He did not. You’ll just have to wait…like me…waiting… and waiting…
Chefs Sue and Craig called us for a last minute invite to dinner last night. I’ll tell you right now, last minute or not, we never turn down an invite to dinner! We are talking seriously good food. Always.
When we got there, Sue apologized for it being last minute. Apparently they had invited another couple (you mean we’re not their only friends??) with plenty of notice, mind you, but they canceled at the last minute.
What do you do with all this wonderful food? You call your RELIABLE friends. This is a direct quote from Chef Sue. We may not be flashy, but we are nothing if not reliable.
Most people would feel slighted to be the second string friends, but not us, because did I mention the food? And how it is always so good at their house? Yeah, they could call down the to the Z list to get to us and I would still go! Once there, we felt anything but second string…
Photos courtesy of Craig Corl Photography
We had homemade clam chowder, lobster stuffed with shrimp & scallops, corn pudding, real Boston baked beans, Boston brown bread and cockles! I never knew there was such a thing as cockles, but they were delicious.
Mr. & Mrs. NoShow all I have to say is, Sucks to be you. Because I’m classy like that.
I want to thank Craig for sending me such lovely photos to use on my blog this morning. Had it been left up to me, all you would have seen was this iPhone photo that I used to tease all my other friends (the ones who are not only not second string, they’re not even on the team- Ha!)
Chef Sue, you rock. You can call on me to pick up the slack any time you please. Just put me in, Coach, I’m ready to eat.
By today’s title, I’m sure you are thinking that I am going to announce the arrival of my grandboy. You would be mistaken. He is not here yet. I am reminded daily that he is not due to arrive until next Tuesday. To which I always answer, He doesn’t know what day it is!! (He totally gets that from his Grammy, who also never knows what day it is)
Rather than sit around and watch a ticking clock or a pot that won’t boil, I have been looking for something to start off the holiday season on my blog here. I remembered Scottish Woman showing me a video of some silent monks, singing, or signing I should say, to the Messiah chorus.
It’s very cute and not too Christmasy, so it should satisfy even the most ardent Christmas is in DECEMBER type people.
I have a project for you over the weekend, my dear readers. It is this…send happy, welcoming, baby birthing thoughts to the Marine and Sunshine. If baby feels the love from all of my readers, maybe he’ll make an appearance! Or scare him off forever, I don’t know, but it’s worth a try.
Let’s get this show on the road!!
While the above statement sounds good, let me tell you, when you’re driving 23 miles of construction for a box of cereal, it kinda feels like a thousand miles. BUT! If the cereal is for these cookies, well then, the drive is totally worth it.
A bunch of you, okay fine, ONE of you (Hi Sonja!) asked if I would post the recipe for the cookies I mentioned earlier this week. The ones I had to drive so far to get the key ingredient, Grape Nut Flakes. Well, here you go! You are not going to be disappointed, I promise!
Let’s gather some ingredients. If you have to travel to another state to find all of them, we’ll wait.
1 cup shortening (butter flavor is good)
1 ½ cup brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
1 cup butterscotch chips
2 cups Grape Nut Flakes
You are not going to believe how easy these are. I know I say that every time I show you a new recipe, but I think I have been correct, yes?
Begin by preheating your oven to 350°. I speak from experience when I say, it really sucks to have the cookies all sheeted up and the oven hasn’t been turned on. Doh! As you’re turning on the oven, notice what time it is and think to yourself that you are an awesome human being on so many levels. Because 1) the things you do for your readership (that means you, Sonja) and 2) your Dad-in-law is going to love these cookies with his morning coffee next week and 3) you have already forgiven your husband his faults that make you want to poke his eye out with a pen, you miss him and these cookies are one of his favorites. Who are we kidding here? CGMan has never met a cookie he didn’t like.
After you turn the oven on and pat yourself on the back a few times, put the first 5 ingredients in a large mixing bowl and cream together. It doesn’t take long. Then stir in the chips with a wooden spoon, followed by the flakes.
I should take this time to mention that the recipe originally called for corn flakes. Listen to me, Grape Nut Flakes are so much better. And I don’t really think I even need to mention this, but…they are so good for you, too! I mean look!
It has 45% of your daily value of Iron, it has fiber (not that Dad C and CGMan have fiber issues) and, AND! it’s good for your heart! Now tell me, how can you say no to a cookie that is good for your heart? They also taste ever so much better than corn flakes, which have the texture and flavor of puzzle pieces. That is why I drive 23 miles for this cereal.
Anyway, back to the cookies. So you mix in the chips and the flakes with a spoon, then place (tablespoon size) on a greased cookie sheet (to be even more healthy, use parchment paper – no grease!) and bake for 12- 15 minutes.
They should be golden brown around the edges. Let cool for a couple minutes on the pan before transferring to a wire rack.
There you have it! Cookies worth traveling for! Of course, CGMan believes ALL cookies are worth traveling for, but that’s a story for another day.
Snack Time Butterscotch Cookies
1 cup shortening (I use butter flavored Crisco)
1 ½ cup brown sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 cups flour
1 cup butterscotch chips
2 cups Grape Nut Flakes (or corn flakes, whatev)
Preheat oven to 350°. Cream together first 5 ingredients. Blend in flour, then chips and flakes. Place 2 inches apart on greased cookie sheet. Bake for 12-15 minutes, until golden brown on the edges.
I’m going back to bed.
Okay, I’m not technically a grammy yet, but I did get my groove back yesterday after CGMan left.
All it took was a little Christmas music (think Neil Diamond and John Denver with the Muppets) and a
bottle glass of wine. Wine always makes Grammy groovy.
Christmas makes some feel especially lovey.
Isn’t there a story about a Christmas mouse? Cuz I have one of those, too.
If CGMan didn’t love turkey so much, I could totally skip Thanksgiving and go from Mother’s Day straight to Christmas. That’s just the way I roll.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering:
I woke up early this morning, so I could write a blog post. I was feeling optimistic, even though I didn’t have a thing to write about. I would have, if a certain baby boy had made an appearance, but since he didn’t, I was just going to have to give it a shot in the dark. As I was brushing my teeth, CGMan reminded me I was to run him to the airport so he could pick up his rental car for his trip to Pittsburg. I knew I was to do that, but right now? Really? I hadn’t even had my coffee yet. He was all, “Sorry, didn’t I tell you I had to be there by 7? And oh, by the way, can you run me to my office after we get back, so I can do some work before I go?”
Understand, there is no parking at his office, this is why he rides the bus, which must not be running today, you know Tuesday, since he needs me to take him. Fine. And because the busses apparently aren’t running on a random Tuesday, I will need to be available to pick him up. Whenever. At that point, I decide I’m not going to be able to write a blog post today. Because I am a shuttle service. My morning routine of coffee, news, blog reading and blog writing is now a fleeting fantasy.
I skip coffee to get dressed. As I drive him to the airport, he tells me I must go to the rental car return area, aka Garage A, for him to pick up his car. ??? I don’t really believe you pick up a rental car at the return area, but rather than
stick a pen in his eye argue, I head that way. At the entrance, I pass a large sign that reads No personal cars in the garage. Rental cars only. He says, “Oh never mind about that, this is where I need to pick up my car.” It might not have occurred to him that the directions for picking up the car, in Garage A, was for people coming in on a flight and the check-in desk was at the top of Garage A. You know, next to the arrivals area. Where is that ballpoint?
After giving him a drop, I head to the exit, where I have to stop at the gate where you show your rental agreement, so you can leave with your rental car. The security woman steps out, glances at what is obviously my really red personal car and gives me that look. You know the one. "WTH?” So I roll down my window, give her my most charming smile and say Yes, this is my car, but my dumb husband told me to pull in here anyway, so he could pick up his rental car. At that, she laughed and winked at me. Then she told me she liked the color of my car and to have a nice day. She must be married. Or gay.
We come home and I wait while he gets ready to go to his office. And wait. Rather than sit at my computer pondering what I might possibly write about since there is nothing newsworthy going on, like a baby’s birth day, I puttered around the kitchen. I was thinking about putting Christmas decorations up tomorrow. I had actually planned on doing it today, but the whole shuttle service thing threw that out of whack. And that was even before I knew about having to go to his office, which is only a mile and a half from here, but let me tell you, there is TRAFFIC in the morning, on that mile and a half. City traffic. Both ways.
Anyway, when I put up decorations, I have a system. It is definitely something that needs to be done with no distractions to disrupt the flow. That’s why I do it when CGMan is out of town. He
tells me it’s too early disrupts my flow. We have company coming next week and a Christmas party a couple days after they leave, so it really must be done now. Seriously. Quit snorting. I mean it!
I know you all think I put up Christmas decorations in November because I am that crazy Christmas lady,
which is true, but I usually have a legitimate reason. Okay, maybe more justifying than legitimate, but whatever.
Finally, CGMan comes down the stairs and guess what? He is not dressed and ready to go to his office. He has now decided he is not going to go his office. ‘ofiwrane;jefiupftewN’dafv[gtwihbpvo4qnew That was me, thumping my head on my laptop. He has decided to pack up and head down the road. He trots back up the stairs to get ready (what was he getting ready for all this time??) while I sit here, having had a half a cup of coffee and no blog. He has thrown me so far off my schedule this morning, I’ll be out of whack all day.
Maybe if I have another cup of coffee, I’ll be able to think of something to write about. I head to the kitchen to find the coffee pot empty. Whatever he was doing upstairs all this time, he was drinking all the coffee while doing it. It is probably a very good thing he got out of Dodge when he did. I’m feeling a tad
murderous snarky all of a sudden.
You can thank him for today’s lack of a blog post.
Now, excuse me while I go make myself a pot of coffee and don’t put up the Christmas decorations because my flow has been f***ed up.
They Did Their Share
On Veteran’s Day we honor
Soldiers who protect our nation.
For their service as our warriors,
They deserve our admiration.
Some of them were drafted;
Some were volunteers;
For some it was just yesterday;
For some it’s been many years;
In the jungle or the desert,
On land or on the sea,
They did whatever was assigned
To produce a victory.
Some came back; some didn’t.
They defended us everywhere.
Some saw combat; some rode a desk;
All of them did their share.
No matter what the duty,
For low pay and little glory,
These soldiers gave up normal lives,
For duties mundane and gory.
Let every veteran be honored;
Don’t let politics get in the way.
Without them, freedom would have died;
What they did, we can’t repay.
We owe so much to them,
Who kept us safe from terror,
So when we see a uniform,
Let’s say "thank you" to every wearer.
By Joanna Fuchs
To all who have served or are serving now, you have my undying gratitude.
Thank you and God Bless You.
I have wanted to be a grandma since the first kid of mine left the house. He wasn’t even married yet, but we all knew he would marry his Sunshine one day, so I figured it was only a matter of time. Well, nine years later, here I am, waiting for the phone call to tell me they are at the hospital, giving birth to my grandboy.
While I was in the shower this morning, CGMan was at the sink, shaving and listening to me mumble. He asked what I was talking to myself about. I told him I was practicing nursery rhymes, because it has been a long, long, time since I had to quote one and I wasn’t sure I could remember them. You would think that wanting to be a grandma as bad as I have, I would have stayed current on this stuff. Yeah, I wish I had that thought, too.
He laughed and said I could practice on him. I started out with the one that came to my mind the quickest;
There once was a man from Nantucket…
…when I heard CGMan yelling “NO! No! You can’t use that one. You know better. Don’t you remember Mother Goose? Try some of those.”
So I’m standing there in the shower, trying to remember back to days when I could rattle off nursery rhymes faster than a sailor on a 4 hour pass. Of course, that was way back before empty nest happy hours and menopausal cotton brain. I got sidetracked remembering how thin I was back then, too. Damn Mother Nature. Oh yeah, back to the nursery rhymes.
I was able to remember a only a few:
“Georgie Porgie puddin and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
he kissed them too,cuz he was gay.”
“Mary had a little lamb
her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her
Between two chunks of bread”
“There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good,
she was very good.
When she was bad
she got a fur coat, jewels,
a waterfront condo and a sports car.”
“Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack tripped over the candlestick
Well goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!”
That’s not how they go?
I told you it had been a while!
CGMan is pretty sure that is NOT how they go and says I am going to be an outcast grandma if I don’t get it right. He’s certain the Marine and Sunshine would not appreciate it if their boy grew up to be that kid, all because of his grandmother.
I’m not worried.
I can learn the
boring nursery rhymes. I’ll bet there’s an app for that.
Bring on the grandbabies!
Breast cancer is not something everyone is comfortable talking about. I get that. But not being comfortable talking about something has never stopped me from talking about anything. I am
cursed gifted like that.
Every year, for the last couple of years, I have used the Breast Cancer Awareness Month of October to remind all of you, my breast friends, to schedule your mammograms and do your monthly self checks.
You might remember me telling you that you didn’t have to run marathons for the cause in 2009. You may also remember last year’s reminder to shop pink. Did you notice that I totally forgot this year! And no one said anything? I cannot believe it.
It’s not that I forgot about breast cancer. How could I? My ORMom is a warrior. I shopped pink. I did not run a marathon, but I cheered for all those who did. I just forgot to post about it.
In the past, I have reminded you what you can do to help with the fight against breast cancer, like shopping and running and whatnot. This year, with the help of my bloggy friend Janice at Where the Fur Flies, who posted it first, we are going to remind you that the fight starts at home, with you.
Early detection is the key to survival.
We got this video from a group called Rethink Breast Cancer who are based out of Ontario, Canada. While the message is serious, do your self exams!, they put a fun spin on it, so we will not forget. In fact, they even have an app you can put on your phone, to have one of their helpful assistants remind you every month.
Breast cancer really isn’t funny.
Please schedule your mammogram.
Click here to give another woman a free mammogram.
So, you're slowly driving up a street in the neighborhood when you reach what can only be described as a pack of young teenagers, just off the schoolbus, who are walking everywhere but the sidewalk.
After you slow down to a stop and realize they are not going to get out of the road, do you
A) sit and wait while they meander around your car on their way to parts unknown, or do you
B) press the gas just a little, and lay on the horn, until you are completely through the group of now scared kids?
Yeah, me too.
I like wordless Wednesdays. It gives me a chance to show off some pictures that I have cramming up my phone. Let’s see, since you’ve alread...