I've moved!

I've moved!  I tried my darnedest to figure out how to combine my two blogs, but just could not.  So please follow this link to my new blog,  The Weathered Pane!  It's still about me and my life, with a little garden thrown in, some food, lots of grandkids, an occasional funny and all that.  See you!  Nancy

projects waiting

Do you have problem getting your husband to do projects around the house?  Like painting?  I do.  Some times.  I can bring it up in a conversation many times over and still nothing.  I know plenty of women who would just take the bull by the horn and head to the paint store and get the paint and stirring stick and trays and anything else they need and do the job themselves.  My husband won't let me paint.  He knows how I would do it....  and he's right....  I'm a sloppy painter.  I wouldn't tape baseboards or trim or light fixtures.  I would paint right around it all.... 

Confession:  When I get to that point that I'm ready to paint myself.... all I have to say is:  "I think I'm going to paint the bathroom" and my husband will be on it it just like THAT!  Do I actually intend to paint myself?  No!  I just know my husband will realize at this point that I am dead serious about getting the job done and he will, at that point, get on board with me.  He's a good man. 

With that said, I am "allowed" to paint outside!  Where the spray paint can dissipate throughout the neighborhood and the paint on the blades of grass will get mowed.  Yes, here I am master!  Well, kinda sorta.  He still directs me, which is fine, because what do I know about the proper way of using a can of spray paint.... 

I have a couple projects this week.  Lawn chairs.  Those ugly, white, plastic lawn chairs that over time get stained and you dread having company sit in them.  So I decided to paint them.  A lime green.  Or the closest color I could find. 

I have to say that even spray painting is hard for me.  I end up with drips, and runs, and dark blotches.  So I sigh a heavy sigh of frustration, and my sweet man will take over and fix it all for me.  Does he know I plan it that way?  We do make a good team. 

Another project is this old chandelier I found at a garage sale for $5.00.  I painted one a few years ago, but it turned out so well, that I thought I'd do another one.  I bought white paint.... but am tempted to paint it a color much brighter! Say lime or light blue....?  

What do you think? 

Tracy Arm Fjiord

For those of you who don't know..... Juneau is land locked.  We're part of the mainland, but there are no roads in or out of Juneau.  The only way you can leave is by plane or boat.  This makes it not only expensive, but also difficult, to get away for the weekend.  For those of us without a boat, a day trip is usually a drive "out the road."  From one end to the other of our road system is about 60 miles. 

Another option for a day trip is to take a cruise to Tracy Arm.  This is a full day of pure enjoyment as you join Adventure Bound Alaska for some of the most beautiful scenery in the world! 

That's what we did on Monday.  My sister is visiting Juneau and it was a challenge to come up with some kind of activity that would keep her mind occupied for the day.  This was important because it was the one-year anniversary of her husband's passing....  We knew it would be a difficult day for her.  That there could be a lot of deep sadness. 

So we packed some survival food.... and headed to the Captain Cook, a 65' sightseeing boat.  Along the journey we saw so many whales....

And icebergs....  Deep deep blue in color.  They say 80 percent of the berg is under water so just imagine the damage this berg could do to our little boat! 

I love finding shapes in objects--like this mushroom. 

We saw some of the most incredible scenery, with sheer cliffs etched out from glaciers long ago.  There were deep deep cracks in walls of rock that look like it would break away at any minute.  Dainty yellow, orange, blue and red wild flowers creeping along any inch of surface they could find. 

This is a trip everyone should take.  At least once in their life time.  I know Steve (my sister's husband) would have enjoyed this trip immensely as he was a mountain climber in his younger days.  I bet he would have imagined himself climbing these very sheer cliffs. 

But Steve is in another place now.  Or so we thought....  Imagine my surprise when I learned that the Captain's name on the boat was Captain Steve!  Coincidence?  I think not.  I hope my sister found peace on this day. 

Father's Day

Well, a little late posting pictures of Father's Day, but things have been busy here!  It doesn't get much better than my son fixing us dinner.  He's some kind of master chef, and everything he makes is a 5 star meal.  I could certainly make the same meal, but it would never taste the same. 

Like vegies roasted on the grill.  They would be over cooked, or the onions would be under cooked.  I'd have too much olive oil on it or not the right spices...  It would be edible but wouldn't have that "just right" taste. 

Our menu meat consisted of slow cooked country ribs.  And by "slow cooked," I mean slooooooowwwww cooked.  Four hours of cooking on a briquette bbque.  They were the best ribs I've ever had. 

Hunter learning to be a camera man: 

Ellis and Grandpa Soapy.

Little Miss Avery.  She's all tom boy!  Look at  how dirty she is!

The finished meal:  slow cooked ribs, marinated flank steak, grilled vegies, and a salad.  A meal certainly fit for any king!

Thank you, kids, for the best day ever! 

what my birds do....

I love my Blue Jays, don't get me wrong...  But my beautiful flower boxes go from this:

To this:

The Blue Jays scatter my soil all over the place, and new seedings get tossed to the ground....

They pick the lettuce and the green onions.  They peck off the flowers from my plants as if they're saying, "he loves he he loves me not, he loves me he loves me not...."  This is (WAS) a beautiful rose....

I don't know what to do about these birds of mine.  I suspect they're planting the peanuts I give them, so I have no one to blame but myself!  But some times I think they do it just out of spite, because I didn't feed them when they thought they should be fed.  I guess I'll never know.

today....

Today  is my birthday.... 
I am a "young" 59...
Well, my mind feels like a young 45, but my body...
yea... 59... maybe 60....

 

Today my sister also comes to town....!

We'll celebrate my birthday, then tomorrow go on a day cruise to Tracy Arm Fjiord.

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of the death of her husband,

and I'm hoping a day trip will help ease the pain of the day.  

We'll put in a full day of babysitting.  I suspect the grandkids will be on their best behavior with someone new in the house....

Then the birthday celebration.... 

I've never cared for birthdays and probably need to do some deep reflecting on why....

Maybe I don't want to be forgotten.

Or maybe I WAS forgotten once....

I know I'm not keen on a lot of personal attention.

Or picture taking (I take HORRIBLE pictures!), of which there will be some taken.
Maybe I secretly DO want all the attention....
But don't want to be disappointed when people don't show the love....
so I pretend like it doesn't matter to me....
(course, you'd have to LET them know it's your birthday
if you want the attention)

Maybe I've been disappointed in gifts before....

Like the jump rope I got many many years ago from my husband... because he thought I could lose some weight....  (yea.... he's no longer my husband!)

I'm certainly not one of those people who celebrate all week long. 

I dread this day and only wait for it to be over....

But then there's all the love from family and friends,

and it makes it a good day

and I wonder.... why do I hate birthdays so much?

another year

Gee, can you believe another year come and gone.  It seemed like just yesterday that we were fretting over the end of the world in 2000.  I'm not a big fan of New Year's Eve for a couple reasons, one of them I've just come to realize recently.

Where turning a year older on my birthday doesn't bother me, New Years does for that very reason.  I feel another year has passed me by.  Another year of possibly missed opportunities, un-wise spending, and unrealized dreams.  Another year closer to the unknown.  And this worries me.  Just for the day.  I'll spend the day reflecting on this past year, what went wrong, what I could have done differently or not at all, and how I can make improvements.  I'll set priorities and goals, write them down in my notebook, and work throughout the year to continue achieving them.  And every year I get better at it. 

You see, I'm a list-oriented person.  I make lists.  Long lists.  Short lists.  Lists categorized.  And lists of silliness.  I write it all down in my annual notebook, where I keep all my most important papers, ideas, and plans.  When I travel, I take this notebook with me.  Why?  I have no idea....  Other than it's important to me.  It has my life in it.  Or how I see my life.  Or how I wish my life was. 

So, today, I'll reflect.  Not a lot, but enough to put the past year in perspective and determine whether or not I'm heading in the right direction.  To set new goals, if need be.  In doing so, I'm realistic.  You won't find "lose 50 pounds" because I know, in reality, that for me to lose any weight, I need to work on five pounds at a time.  But I will include "eat healthier" or "cut down on portions" or "cut back on sweets."  Lifestyle changes.

This year I'm including a couple new goals:

1. Be more frugal.  Really consider whether I need the item I'm about to purchase.
2. Use cash for weekly grocery shopping.  I've heard this cuts back on your spree spending.
3. Look at the ingredients list of all things.  If I can't pronounce the ingredients, or know what they are, continue shopping.  We've noticed we shop more in the Organics section now.
4. To use, reuse, or refuse.  We already recycle as much as our city allows, but there's still so much waste.  I'm going to try to get away from buying products that have so much packaging, or packaging that can't be recycled.  And even if it can be recycled.... maybe I can find another use for it and extend the life a little longer before sending to the dump.  Like mail.  I keep all envelopes that come in the mail now and use them for notes or grocery lists before recycling. 
5. Pay myself first.  This simple thing.... yet so hard to do....  This year, "pay myself first" is on the top of my list.

So there you have it.  Some of my new goals for 2011. 

christmas 2010

Christmas is over for another year.  It's SO over, that we already have our trees down and decorations put away!  It just seemed the right thing to do. 

It was a good Christmas.  Josh, Nicholas and Shodie were here to join us this year.  It's been a few years since we woke up to a big Christmas.   

Then we had a long wait before the rest of the kids joined us at 4:00.  Dinner was made.  Table set. 

Then the chaos that is Christmas. 

It was Avery's first Christmas and she knew exactly what needed to be done. 

It was a good day.  A long day.  But an even longer day for the big kids and grandkids.  I'm thinking we need to rethink our Christmas Day plans next year so the kids might be able to enjoy the spirit of Christmas rather than watching the clock to see where they need to be next....

lump crab

Do you ever question your sanity?  Whether everything is really okay with you?  Mentally?  Or do you pass it off as just getting older....? 

We were getting ready to head to some friends the other night,for some holiday cheer.... I offered to bring an appetizer.  My first choice was going to be crab tarts but I didn't have any Dungeness in the freezer nor could I find any cracked Dungee at the supermarket.  You can buy canned crab off the shelf, but what's "lump crab"?  Seriously?  Is that the name of a type of crab--like Dungeness or King?  Maybe a combination of crab?  Anyhow, we opted against using a generic crab.

Plan B was to take some prawns over with a little cocktail sauce.  That would be festive, and who doesn't love to chomp into a nice, cold prawn? 

Unless it's a nice, cold, RAW prawn!  I don't know what I was thinking.  Mike offered to peel them while I got ready.  I told him to rinse them good, and I showed him how to then lay them on a triple layer of paper towel to dry them off good.  I'd even gone so far as to lay them on a platter, surrounding a dish of cocktail sauce.  It was all so nice and pretty.

Then it happened.  I grabbed one to take a bite and it was like I had been hit over the side of the head.  WHAT WAS I THINKING?!  How did I go from fresh frozen, in the freezer, to the platter?  When did I stop having the good sense to cook raw seafood??? 

Can you imagine how mortified I would have been had I taken that pretty little plate of tidbits to our friends for their gathering?  Really.  Seriously.  Can you???

This isn't the first thing that has had me questioning my mental state of mind.... but the worst. 

merry christmas

My letter to Santa was short this year.  I asked for peace.  Peace for my family and friends who are struggling with relationships, finances, and grief. 

If I could, I'd wrap my arms around all of you and keep you safe. 

You're in my prayers every day and my hope is that you have a blessed Christmas and a wonderful new year filled with good things and small miracles. 

I pray that no matter what kind of Christmas you're having, you can feel God's love and blessings sprinkled around you in all that you do. 

M E R R Y   C H R I S T M A S !



it was so worth it

Hey, sis.  I suspect you're sound asleep as it's midnight on the east coast.  I just wanted to let you know that I ate a cinnamon roll for you.  I know how you're going in withdrawals. 

Mike makes a batch every year for Christmas.  It makes four pie pan sizes.  Some years they're huge, too big for me, but this year he really hit it on the nail.  I wasn't going to have one.  My blood sugar, you know.  But that would have been just plain rude not to eat one.  Disrespectful.  So I did.  And I can feel my blood sugar rise as we speak.  But it was so worth it.  Especially with that dabble of butter melted on top.  Oh.  So.  Good. 

It's going to be a long night.  I'm washing bedding....  This isn't something I would normally do at 5:15 at night, but Hunter had a little accident during nap time.  You would think I'd have learned by now.... and put a rubber pad underneath the kids during nap time.  But I don't.  Well, not always.  And especially not Hunter because it's been a long time since he's had an accident.  So the bed got stripped down to the pad and the comforters and sheets are being washed.   It's just that those big, bulky comforters take forever to dry.  You have to keep turning and fluffing them.  Well, maybe by 10:00, it'll all be done.

We had a good craft project day today.  On the spur of the moment, we decided to make gingerbread houses.  Okay, first off....this isn't something you do on the spur of the moment.  Had I given it any thought, we would have done the frame of the gingerbread house yesterday or the day before and let the frosting set.

OR.... here's an idea.... Maybe I should  have tried making one on my own before subjecting to the little kids to it! 

But they had a blast and put so much energy into it.  They really concentrated.

I felt horribly bad when the roof would slide off... or the walls would collapse.  But we didn't let it deter (Peeezzzzz nahhhhhhh) and I'd re-caulk it with frosting and we'd continue on.  I did find that putting a graham cracker on the bottom to kinda hold it all in place was a good move. 

All in all, it was a fun morning and I'm so proud of the little kids for sticking with it. 

Then when their moms came, and they rushed them over to look at it, you just knew how proud they were.  It's times like this that it makes babysitting so worthwhile. 

Hope you're having a good time.  N.

Christmas traditions

House decorated.  Check.
Cards sent.  Check.
Cookies made.  Check.
Tree decorated.  Check.
Christmas Day dinner planned.  Check.
Packages wrapped.  Check.

Yep, it looks like we're pretty much ready for Christmas to arrive.  We still have a couple gifts to deliver, but will hopefully get that done Christmas Eve.  We've been to a couple Holiday gatherings already.  A new "first" was a Winter Solstice/Eggnog party, but we opted for a wine tasting party instead.  What fun! 

I love traditions.  Especially Christmas.  We wake up extra early.  The kids arrive.  We have a nice breakfast.  We leisurely open presents.  We visit.  Laugh. Talk.  It's a good day.  NOT! 

Oh, we have a wonderful Christmas, but ours is an extended family and some year's it's like putting together a puzzle, trying to make all the pieces fit.  But they do.  Every year our "tradition" is a little different.  When the kids were small and still living at home, it was easy.  Our dinner was usually ham and scalloped potatoes.  Bucky made Chinese food a couple years.  But now my menu varies depending on what time of day the kids arrive.  Bucky and Michelle also have her family to visit--her mom/dad and grandparents.  Plus it's her brother's birthday Christmas Eve!  Talk about a full schedule.  Poor kids.  Course, they somehow manage to fit it all in. 

But some times it's hard to work around all these other commitments into a holiday that also works for us.  I mean, really, who wants to wait until 4:00 in the afternoon to open presents!  I'd rather be in my pajamas recuperating!   

Because our holiday has become somewhat "un"traditional, I try to put a little twist on opening presents.  Maybe I'll think of a theme and buy gifts that fit within that theme.  For instance, if one of the kids was into gardening, their gifts would fall within that theme--gloves, yard art, picture of gardens or flowers. 

One year the kids couldn't open up their gift until they guessed what was INSIDE, based on the wrapping.  That was fun.  Bucky got his right off.  A DVD player.  His outside wrapping consisted of an electronics gift card hanging as a tag.  Tracy's present was a big box tied with laundry line.  For the life of her, she could not guess what her present was.  The morning was dragging on.  We were getting giddy from laughter.  Finally, we had to start giving her verbal clues.  I mean, the poor girl just could not figure out what was inside her box.  Bucky started guessing, trying to help his sister.  We gave Tracy clues that had to do with laundry, washing, etc.  Finally, Bucky yells out "IT'S A LONGENBERGER BASKET!"  How he ever figured it out, and not Tracy, I'll just never know.  But it was a fun game.

This year I'm not putting any name tags on the gifts.  The kids will decide who gets to open the present.... based on the outside wrapping.  On each present is a separate little gift, acting as the clue as to who the present might be for.  This clue is based on a gift list I either got from one of the kids or based on a recent conversation, or a hobby of theirs....  Sound hard?  I don't think so.  Okay, so to give you an idea....  Let's say the present is for Mike and I know he loves baseball cards, so I attach baseball cards to the ribbon and bow.  Course he would know it was for him.  But not all gifts are going to be so easy to read and could go to a couple people.  It should be fun.... 

We've noticed a new tradition happening this year....  Toys appearing as Christmas decorations on the tree.  Where's Waldo?  Merry Christmas! 

child labor

Dear Sir:

Thank you for contacting us regarding the recent accusation that we use child labor in our day care facility.  

Hunter, I told you we shouldn't have been jumping on the bed.

I can assure you that the children that are entrusted into our good hands and kind hearts receive nothing but the best treatment. 

Hunter, that thing isn't going to get you!

You're welcome to visit our day care facility any time you feel it's necessary to check on the welfare of these children.

You missed a spot, Hunter.  Then YOU do it, Ellis!

Please call before dropping by so we can ensure the house is in order.    

Sincerely,
No Babies Were Hurt Day Care

The clock says it's time to quit now, Hunter. 

What can I say, they WANTED to vacuum!

a glitter week

A note to my sister. 

Hey, sis!  Hope you're having a great time in PA with the kids and grandkids.  We had a busy week here. 

It started with baking some of Mike's favorite cookies.  The kids like to refer to them as "pa's special" cookies.  And they are special.  I bet you can never guess what the secret ingredient is.... 

Ellis is the more exacting of the two.  She's very attentive to detail and will take her time to get the right amount of dough on the sheet.  Hunter, on the other hand, believes Bigger is Better.  Especially when it comes to cookies, so why not just drop it all on top of one another.  

Last week was also a huge glitter week.  When it comes to glitter, Hunter is the King hands down!  This kid lives to sprinkle glitter!  I made some "frames" out of popsicle sticks for the kids to paint and glitter.  They had so much fun.  Did I tell you Bucky stopped by this weekend and goes, "yea, thanks for the glitter."  Ha!  But I know Bucky was impressed with them.  He just has to be the "tough" dad.  I put a picture of Avery in one, that Hunter picked out.  And another one of Josh, Shodie, Ellis, Kona, and Hunter--the one of them all on top of each other on the stairs.  When Hunter saw that picture in the frame, his eyes just lit up!   

How could I not share that with his dad?  And, what's a little glitter anyway.... :O  I just wish I had taken some pictures of them.  They really were so very sparkling. 

Let's see....  it's been cold.  Really cold.  We still have lots of snow on the ground.  Frozen to the trees.  Everything is pretty right now.  Maybe we'll have a White Christmas.  Love you.  N.

blueberry boy

Dear mom: 

Today I had blueberries for lunch.  They were good.  Ellis didn't want her's, so I ate them.  They were good too.

Love, Hunter

annual sugar cookie decorating extravaganza

an email to my sister
sent Sunday, December 12

We had another successful Sugar Cookie Decorating Party.  I was up and at it by 7:00, getting blueberry muffins made and the breakfast quiche warmed up.  I cheated and bought cut up fruit this year...  I had planned on buying one of those fruit platters that Fred Meyers carries.... it used to be $14.95.... is now $24.95....  So I bought a smaller container and then added other fruit to it. 

I never buy orange juice but on occasions because I know the girls like it, and we also had hot chocolate and coffee (with Baileys).  It was a decent spread for breakfast.  Then for lunch, we had mini croissants filled with chicken salad.  I love putting grapes in it for an added crunch and tanginess. 

The table got set up with all my mini spoons and knives, toothpicks, paint brushes; different tools to use to spread the frosting and make designs with.  And don't forget the frosting.  I think I made 10 pounds of powdered sugar icing this year with only a little left over!  Yes, we were zinging! 

Okay, so this is how the event starts out:  We're crazy about details when decorating the cookies.  We make the snowman look life like; the trees are sparkling with miniature lights.  The snow globe looks as if it's just been shaken and the caps and mittens look like they could actually keep you warm. 

Then, as the morning moves on, and we realize we still have hundreds of cookies to decorate.... we start decorating with less details.  Maybe the snowman only gets eyes and a scarf around his neck.  Maybe the snow globe looks like it hasn't been shaken in years.... 

Then, another hour goes by.  Our pile of undecorated cookies doesn't look like it's getting any smaller.  We start slapping on the frosting a little faster.  Instead of individual cookies, each with their own personality, they're all beginning to look like twins. 

Still, we keep at it.  An hour.  Two.  Then three.  Tracy, Michelle, Shodie, Jill, and I.  Oh, and Miss Ellis who's also here at her first Annual Sugar Cookie Decorating Event.  She's the creative one this year, making sugar cookie SANDWICHES with frosting between them.  Oh, so good!  And Avery got to join us this year and was so good sitting in her high chair, enjoying all the crumbs we gave her.  Hunter was hanging out with his dad today, which was probably for the best.  I had a little table set up for the two little kids to sit at and decorate/eat to their heart's content, but I have to admit, it would have been a little more intense had Hunter been there.  He has so much joy in him, and he would have been so thrilled with each cookie he had decorated, that he wouldn't have been able to contain himself!  Still, it would have been fun to have him there enjoying our family tradition.

Anyway, it was good to have Ellis and Avery there with us this year.  A girl's party.  But I'm glad it's done for another year.  It's a LOT of work, but well worth it.  We have fun.   

Now we have all these cookies to eat, and share, and eat some more.  It's almost a shame to eat them, because they're so pretty!  But we all manage.  I keep mine in the freezer so they're a little less accessible... a "little" less accessible.... 

Merry Christmas! 

an email to my sister

An email to my sister (annual sugar cookie decorating party)
Sunday, December 12

Morning. Seems like forever since I've written, but it's only been a day. I'm looking out the window at all the beautiful snow. We got about 5" yesterday, and with the Christmas lights twinkling in them is so gorgeous.

I'm pooped. Still have this darn cold. Thank you Hunter. I started feeling it Wednesday or Thursday, and now today it's in my chest and I can't cough the darn stuff up. Maybe after my shower. I woke up with my nose all crusted. Fun. But it sure has thrown me for a loop.

I had a full day planned Friday and it was all organized--doctor appt, grocery shopping, make cookies, bake quiche, make chicken salad, get everything ready for Saturday morning. What I failed to add onto the list was a 2 hour nap first thing in the morning. So from there, my day just went downhill.

I came home from my doctor's appt and just felt shitty so thought I'd take a little nap. Well, then grocery shopping ended up being a bigger deal than usual. My brain isn't working at even half capacity and I found myself going back and forth from one end of the store to the other, picking up items I forgot. Never mind I have the list, in order that I shop. It took me longer to shop than I had anticipated and we didn't get home until 1:00. I told Mike to just put the groceries on the table and I would put them away AFTER I got my dough made and chilling. Well, several items I needed were in the bags and I ended up having to scrounge through them. I had groceries out and laying all over the place.

Okay--Batch One. Went okay. It went into the fridge. I decided to make Batch Two and Three together, so I didn't have to waste time washing my bowls and blender, etc., after Batch Two. I have a Kitchen Aid and figured it could handle the load. So in went the 2 pounds of butter and six cups of sugar. Then the first six eggs. It was then that I noticed that oil was dripping out of my beater! Thankfully.... and don't tell anyone.... but I just wiped it down and hoped that none actually dripped into the batter. Hey, I wasn't in the mood. So I continue adding the "one egg at a time" and had added two more eggs when the third slipped from my hand and fell into the bowl. Within mano-seconds it had disappeared from sight, as I frantically tried to shut the damn machine off and salvage my dough! I kept pulling the lever closest to me, which turns out is not the on/off, but the lever to lift the blades up. By the time I reached to the other side of the machine and turned it off, there wasn't an egg shell to be seen....

So here's my dilemma.... Do I keep going or do I toss the batter out and start all over.....? Remember: This is 2 pounds of butter and 6 cups of sugar and 8 eggs.... That's a lot of $$$. And if I can't SEE the egg shells, what are the chances you'll be able to FEEL them as you bite into the cookie....? What would you have done?

Okay, so I tossed it all out and started over. This time, I still did the double batch, which was mistake number one to begin with. But instead of cracking the egg into the bowl, one at a time, which is a challenge in itself with a Kitchen Aid because you only have this little bit of room.... I cracked all the eggs into a bowl and let them slide in that way. Mission accomplished! Now the butter, sugar, and eggs are blended and I've started adding flour. It became clear that I was not going to get 14 cups of flour into this bowl. I don't know what I was thinking. So I poured the batter into a larger bowl and ended up mixing it by hand. Yea, you know how easy that was in my weakened state? Not fun.

So the dough is in the fridge, chilling. I'm putting groceries away and making quiches and doing all that other stuff. I'm so very tired. It's 5:00 by now. The dough has been chilling about 2.5 hours.... I'm looking at the clock asking myself how on earth I'm going to pull all this off with the few hours left. But I go for it. I flour the dining room table (it's granite) and start rolling. As soon as the dough hits the table, it melts on me. I scrape it off, add more flour, try again. It melts. I keep doing this, adding a little more flour to the table, to the rolling pin. To the cookie cutters.  Nothing. I can't get it to roll. It just turns to mush. So I gather it together and throw it in the fridge and grab another handful. Same thing. If I'm lucky, I can get one or two cookies cut out before it melts on me. I'm sick. I'm frustrated. I'm getting mad. I've never had this kind of problem before and I've never let the dough chill for 6 hours. I keep trying, with little success. I finally get two cookie trays filled and am feeling triumphant! Then Shodie and Josh arrive....

She starts helping me. By now, I think the table has become 'seasoned' enough. And the dough has chilled just a little more. And she's having a little more luck than me. But then, as the dough cooks, it melts out of shape. Georgia, it just kept going from bad to worse! I've never had this happen. My snowmen looked like a snowball. My stars looked like starfish. My Christmas trees looked like they were covered in so much heavy snow that all you could see was this rounded shape. Then Shodie asks, "did you use any different ingredients this time?" And I did! I've always used Tillamook butter. This time I used not only a Fred Meyer brand but butter from Costco (Lando Lakes maybe?). Plus I've always used nothing other than Pillsbury Flour and I've converted to generic brands. Same with sugar. So is this why I had so much trouble with my cookies this year?

Bottom line.... we eventually got done. Shodie took over rolling the cookies out and I was in charge of putting them in/taking them out of the oven. This was something I could manage at 8:00 at night! I think we finally finished around 8:15 or 8:30, but man what a ride it had been. The whole event was just disastrous from the beginning. I finished cleaning up and just went to bed. I was so sick and so weak and so tired and I hurt so badly, that I could barely stand. I think mostly my ego was hurt.... I've never struggled so much with a simple cookie recipe and then to have Shodie be able to pull it off....

This was last year's batch, but I was too tired to take pics this year.

Anyway, if you need to go to the bathroom or get another cup of coffee, now would be the time. Chapter One has been written.  N.

chillin with old man winter

Oh, the weather outside is frightful....
But the fire is so delightful...

Well, in my mind it's wonderfully delightful.
Especially on this chilly 11 degree morning. 
Makes you not even want to crawl out of bed. 

But today is a glorious day, despite the cold. 
The ground, covered with frozen snow,
with little snippets of color and past life showing through.

The promise of a better today.
Knowing that today is reserved for
just me and my hubby.

A day with no chaos.  No struggles. 
No yelling, screaming, fighting. 
No toys to trip over.  No struggles with naptime.
A free day    
To do errands.  To read.  To wrap presents.
To catch our breath so we can do it all over again on Monday.

Have a wonderful day!