While their dad is upstairs recovering from major heart surgery, the boys decide to 'come clean' on some of their boyhood pranks. Of course, their mom knew the "pull my finger" prank, but was a little shocked to hear some of the more exciting things they did as boys (while also surviving).
It's probably a good thing their dad slept through these stories. Dads can't beat their 50+ year old sons, can they?
This is what visitors to the hospital saw as they entered the main lobby. The water fountain added an especially nice touch, both visually and in accompanying sound.
"Can I read you something?"
A simple question, but not one you expect to hear while you are in the shower. Even more surprising is when it is your husband asking you if he can read you a recipe, and he's really excited about it.
We got this lovely package from Miriam and John, full of jams, jellies, rumified fruit, and a cookbook. After we opened everything, it was time for me to get a shower and get ready for lunch with Jean and Al.
Steve couldn't put the cookbook down. He was so interested it in, while I was in the shower he had to bring it in and read a recipe from it, for Potato Polenta soup. "This is that soup I love from Olive Garden. Now I can make it."
Funny how things have changed in 32 years.
Andy knew just who this gift came from (Michelle, of course). You should have seen the way he looked at me.
Luckily, the attire is entirely functional. He liked it so well, he wanted to go for a neighborhood walk, even in the rain.
A wise rule of thumb when shopping is to never shop when you are hungry. One added part of that rule should also be to never shop when you have a craving.
Let's just say that, the last time I went to Pavillions I did not consider this last rule. I saw these dark chocolate shot cups and couldn't resist. Problem was, I didn't have anything to put in them - the Brandy bottle was on empty.
That was days ago. We went shopping tonight to get some meat and Dad reminded me about the cups. So I got Brandy and Bailey's. We had some whipping cream in the fridge so I whipped that up, added a little powdered sugar to it, then filled the cups.
Talk about tasty. You can either drink the contents then eat the cups, or pop the whole dang thing in your mouth. Either way, yummy.
They made a great before meal appetizer. I didn't even need to eat one of the truffles you see on the plate. I guess I will save those for after our dinner.
So, I am in New Mexico/Arizona this week. The assignment is at a school located in a city not on a map, nor in the GPS. I was able to 'sort of' find it using Google maps, at least, I found the road that runs by it. The rest was up to me.
Inside and down the hallway, I spotted the room where I would be teaching. It was labeled clearly, in case anyone wondered.
A month ago I bought Andy a new bed - one with a little hood over it - and Bailey loves it. Sometimes, when Dad gets up in the morning, he finds Bailey asleep in it and Andy someplace else.
So I went to Pet's Mart and got Bailey her own bed, a kitty condo, that she can sleep and in call her own.
I gave it to her last night and she immediately liked it. This morning, at 5 AM, Dad says she was in it. When I got up at 6:45, she was still in it. When I got home at 4 PM, she was still in it. Then we went to dinner, and came back around 8 PM. Bailey was still there. We wondered if she ever even came out to go to the toilet.
She loves her bed. It is right outside my bedroom door, her favorite spot. The only thing I am worried about is, since she slept all day, what is she going to do all night tonight?
It can also peel potatoes, by just moving the coring part of the machine aside.
Oh how I love thee, Creme Brule
You stole my affections this very day
Your soft, warm center, your toasted top
Your buttery sweetness, I just can't stop!
Of all confections, for this I prey
I love thee, O glorious Creme Brule!
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Dessert Courtesy of Jason's Restaurant & Bar, Dublin, Ohio - Stevie as waiter
Dad says he sleeps under the bed when I'm gone, or in the living room in his doggie bed. We decided that, in order to keep him on the floor we would get another bed to go in our room.
As you can see he is very proud and has no time for disturbances.
Have you ever had guava?
Neither had I, until this year, when our guava tree decided to bear fruit.
The poor little tree isn't more than 4 feet tall (if that) and nearly died during last year's 20 degree CA weather. But thanks to the heat of this year, it is now bearing fruit; about 4 to 5 ripe guavas a day. We now have about 10 in the fruit bowl, even though I serve one a day and cut one up in Dad's lunch salad.
Guava aren't the most attractive fruit. It is difficult to tell when they are ripe, they turn slightly yellow just before they fall off the tree, and are slightly squishy to touch (like a ripe peach). But they smell good, much better than their pukey smelling cousin, the papaya. I have been serving them sliced, next to our meat and vegetables and that seems to be a nice balanced meal addition. I am really not sure what else to do with them. They do have tiny seeds, and you can't really see them but they are hard and if you bite a seed without expecting it, you could break a tooth or a filling.
Maggie has just discovered that I am picking them, which now makes them desirable. There might not be as many on the tree, now that she noticed I want them. She does tend to eat the avocados because of that. Or, maybe they just taste good.
YUM! I feel better already.
Andy's really glad I am home. He loves salmon with Parmesan topping. He hasn't had leftovers in months.
Of course, he doesn't (so much) like to have me touch the pan while he is eating. Notice as he snaps at me, while I snap a shot of him. Believe me, he wasn't amused.
Oh, do I ever love Atlanta!!!! so international, and so amazing. I am actually in an area called Alpharetta, just north of the city. Sort of reminds me of Orange county in a way.
Yesterday it rained. Big time - 2.92" according to the official report in Humphreys County.
We took the goats a bale of hay yesterday. Of course, goats love to climb, but I had not idea they would be able to climb a round bale on its side, over five feet high.
They kept us entertained this weekend; not just adults either.
My mother told me that the locks would be boring. I am glad I didn't listen to her.
We traveled past the steel production plant, under the International bridge, then around and back through the Canadian lock (now only used for pleasure craft - no shipping boats).
After the gates close, water empties out - over a million gallons - and lowers us to Lake Huron. Notice the water level from the discolored sides of the interior walls.
