Breakfast Letters: Seats

Breakfast Letters: Seats: I pulled up to the stop light and was looking around. I knew I had a few moments to gaze about because the light had just changed. The car ...

Seats

I pulled up to the stop light and was looking around. I knew I had a few moments to gaze about because the light had just changed. The car in front of me was loaded with pro military stickers, hug a nurse, nurses rule and this… enjoy this day, compliments of GOD. I was enjoying the day I thought. I had some stress earlier but I had relaxed into it because it is usually the key to adventure. But the moment I read it I felt myself relax, like my skin just all of a sudden melted, my bones turned to silken ribbons, the smile I was wearing settled into my heart. It was like a command, an order, someone telling me what to do. For those of you who know me best I do not take to being told what to do. But for some reason “enjoy this day” struck at me. Don’t worry about what had been, do not fret upon what will happen, enjoy this day, enjoy right now, take pleasure from all that will be yours today. Compliments of GOD. The Creator of the universes was telling me to just enjoy the day. I made this for you enjoy it. I wish I could paint it and hang it in my bathroom or dressing room.

I was chatting with a friend about pizzas and what we loved on ours. I went for cheese and pepperoni, onion, black olives, mushrooms, cheese (yes again). She was fond of cheese, hamburger, green pepper and cheese; which actually sounds good too. She is working at losing some weight so she eats whole wheat, low fat cheese concoction she calls a pizza. The reason for the weight loss is what had me laughing and then crying due to embarrassment. She does not want to be the fat lady getting on the airplane that no one wants to sit by because she spills over into the other seat slightly. That was very funny to me because she is anything but fat. She is fluffy, like me fluffy. Then I thought to the four flights I had just taken. There was still room on the seat belt. It was not like I had used every inch of it to strap myself down with. I filled my seat but did not spill over. I remember looking around to see how everyone else fit in their seat. All of the men filled their seats. The woman next to me filled her seat but there was a seat between us. She pulled out her cheese nips and munched away. I have come to the conclusion that airline seats are made for 8 year olds. Real men and women are not supposed to fly only stick people are to move about the country. We fluffy people are supposed to take trains or RVs. It is not like neither she nor I qualify to sit in a freak show at a carnival!! I do not have to shop at a specialty store.!!!!!

Choosing the just right cantaloupe is no easy task and I am sure we all have a different idea about what it should taste like. I found the perfect cantaloupe. It was not beautiful on the outside (that in itself could be a good dissertation), not perfectly round, more oblong and head shaped. I must stop and ask here now so that you will understand the scent I detected in the melon. Have you ever been to a bourbon distillery? The aroma that touches your senses is called the Angel’s Share; it is the scent that lingers in the rick houses.  A combination of kettle corn, caramel, charred would, misty morning, fruit and secrets. I picked up many melons sniffing the stem end and to my surprise I smelled bourbon distillery in one. I was flooded with beautiful memories and put it aside. I picked up several more but in the end I purchased the bourbon cantaloupe. I cut into it when I got it home to prepare it and nectar poured from the fruit. In moments my hands, the knife, the cutting board, were drenched in sweet wet bourbon scented bliss. I hesitated to indulge in a taste; it could not be a marvelous as it appeared. It was. To my mouth it was ambrosia. It was cool and sweet and just right soft. This morning it is the perfect pairing with the white tea in my pot. The sweet and the slight acid of the tea are waltzing through my mouth. Join me?

Breakfast Letters: cafe

Breakfast Letters: cafe: We were sitting at an outside café. There were bees buzzing the table. They were not there to hurt anyone they were there for the fruits....

cafe

We were sitting at an outside café. There were bees buzzing the table. They were not there to hurt anyone they were there for the fruits. The lemons, the limes, the margaritas, these bees had sweet tooth’s (teeth’s). They were not meat eaters. I was enjoying their slow buzzing but my table mates were busy freaking out and swatting and shooing and other wise attempting to eradicate them. I will admit it was distressing and annoying having them annoying the bees. Here is a good idea lets irritate the bees by trying to hit them or smash them, because, angry bees are so much better to deal with than these clam ones we have now.  Not one time during  our meal did any of the six of us get stung? Hmmmmm…  NO! Did any of the other people at the café? NO! They just wanted fruit nectar. Speaking of other people…. The girl at the table next to ours had put aside an empty plate of what had been oil and herbs. She had been brought another plate. A pigeon hopped on to the table. He strutted over to the abandoned plate and proceeded to peck at the bits of garlic and herbs on the edge. She allowed him to do this. He became bolder and stepped into the oil slick plate and pecked around. A waiter walked by and startled the bird he stepped out of the plate and onto the marble covered table only to start slipping and sliding and the more his little stick legs slid the more he fought to stay upright, the more he slid until he slid right off the table and onto the floor where he shook himself off, walked to the ledge and flew down to the sidewalk. I am sure that whole episode only detoured him for a few hours. He probably made another attempt later. In case any of you were wondering about the bats that used to find harbor under the bridges on the river walk….they have boarded up the eves and there are no more bats. At least under the bridges I went under. When I mentioned how sad it was and how I remembered the fun during my teenage years we had scampering past the bridges so to avoid them I was lectured about the great cost to the city to fix the “problem”. REALLY?!! This is not a question asked in surprise but …. I am supposed to feel sorry about the huge expense?  I should feel relief? None of those emotions reached me…..LOL I went to a Birthday Party for Winnie the Pooh on Saturday. There was storytelling and a bean bag toss, pin the tail on Eeyore. You could make bee cookies and there was a huge card that they were signing with blue painted hand prints that was going to New York for the big party. There were stickers and hand stamps. The children were having the best time. What was funny was watching the reactions of the children as they had their hands painted blue. Some were like anxious and “lets do this!!” others were barely able to conceal their disgust at having cold wet blue paint slathered all over their hand.  I made the most delicious lobster enchiladas. I used "imitation" lobster which is white pollack but tastes a wee bit like lobster, any way I created a wonderful white sauce and added chopped green chili peppers, some Colby and Asadero cheese, rolled it all up poured on the sauce and sprinkled with a little more cheese, A side of black beans and yummy!!!! I have noticed the less money I have to buy food the more creative I get with the basic stuff I have in my pantry.  Used the last can of pineapple and made a pineapple upside down cake, even used the last of the maraschino cherries for color.....wooohoooo.....However I am running out of stuff. I have a can of condensed milk and rice, any ideas?

ashes

I looked right at the apple crisp my mother sent home with me and relished the idea of it with my tea this, morning as I put a bagel in the toaster and got out the cream cheese. After I put the bagels away I realized what I had done. I was a bit disappointed and very disconcerted. Had I had a stroke in the last 52 seconds?

I read ….”When someone fails due to weakness, carelessness, or even sin, the hardest thing to do is to show forgiveness and CHRISTlike love. It is easier to give the person a piece of our mind than a vote of confidence.” From Our Daily Bread

I had pulled up into a parking lot under some trees and was getting my things together and giving one last thought to be sure I had all I needed when,  I got that creepy feeling someone was watching me. I looked around and there were only a few empty cars and no humans anywhere. I scanned for animals there were none. I am puzzled but still feel “watched”. I paused and thought spider….dangling from some invisible thread about to land on my head. I look up, nothing. My gaze scans the trees I am under again and I notice just a little something not right about the closest tree trunk.  I look more closely there concealed by camouflage looking like tree bark is a dragon about the size of a chichi puppy. I am now starring back at it. Fascinated by this creature and how it’s coloring and scales are raised and it looks like a piece of the tree bark. Then it got creepier because that was not entirely the cause of my adrenal drip. I still was on edge. I moved my gaze to the next tree trunk over which I am just now noticing is not quite looking right at all. There at the exact same spot on that tree is another dragon, frozen starring back at me. I quickly scan all the tree trunks then the trees. Those were the only ones I could see. Then in a flash of claws on bark dragon #1 skitters to the back side of the tree and all I can see is a bit of his head and an eyeball. I laugh at them both bid them to carry on and go into my appointment.  What a delightful treat.

My mother gifted me yesterday afternoon with my jar of ashes. I have been waiting for her to get comfortable enough to open the canister and dip me out the ashes my dad wanted me to have. One last bit of humor on his part. He knew I was against the cremation. Not right dad. I handed the bag to Shaggy as we got in the car “here put Gramps on the floor so he does not tip over” ……”MOM!!!”…..I laugh. He is sitting on the alter at my JESUS wall in a mason jar. Now what dad?

I saw lightning strike in the midst of clouds last night….it was a beautiful sight. No rain just flashes of light illuminating a bank of clouds to the east. No sound of thunder traveled to my ears but the sky reflected my frustration as well as that of the land at having no moisture to relieve to the oppressive heat.  Perhaps those two dragons were hoping for a chance to jump into my car and enjoy some cool air…..LOL…..

For those of you in Schertz I did not see yesterday….. I am coming back…….

Cabbage Butterfly

 I had dropped Shaggy off at work and was bringing Charles about when Horatio glided by in what felt like slow motion. He was only headed in the direction he was for 1 of two reasons. The bank or he was on a Freebird hunt and needed a burrito NOW. As I cruised by I did not see him at either location. Maybe I really did not see him.

I took my ex-wifey’s daughter to her eye appointment yesterday and as I sat in the waiting room I observed this….7 people sitting there. 1 reading a book, 1 reading Scientific America (that was me believe it or not), 1was writing in her checkbook (who does that anymore?). Guess what the other 4 were doing? They were eyeball deep into their phones. 4 out of 7! This number shocks me. There was an abundance of magazines in the waiting room. Not fluff, but mags, like Scientific America, Popular Mechanic, National Geographic, and News Week. Not my favorites but each of them can at any given moment have an article that interests me. Something to learn. Like how white cabbage butterflies traveled apparently from England all the way to Peru and then became yellow or red in color……Really?.....Really?......LOL….. uhmmm how about…..GOD created a yellow cabbage butterfly for Peru? How about that theory? A beautiful octopus disguises itself to look like a flounder so it could trick other sea life but it evolved into doing that?...WHAT???? How about maybe its Creator made it that way to trick other sealife? Maybe its Creator made it that way so you, mr. article writer could write about it and therefore give me an opportunity to give Glory to its Creator. How fascinated you were with the octopus. Your hours spent on it may have made its creation worth it to its Creator. Back in the waiting room….a mom shows up with two little girls. Both girls sit down and pull out books and start to read. WOW!!!! Mom fills out paperwork. They take one small child back behind the big door while mom continues to fill in paperwork. She gets up takes the completed novella to the desk and as she is engaged in payment and process daughter number 2 is escorted away. Mom never notices. She does not look over in our direction. This is going to go one of two ways. She will assume they escorted her daughter to the exam room and ask any one of us if that happened. I look around no one else had paid attention. Or she would freak out that her child is gone. I am betting on the freak out. Sure enough she completes her transaction turns and walks half way across the room when she looks over and, no daughter. I watch her face. At first she hesitates, then stops, then looks around. I am hoping it dawns on her. No. I realize as soon as I see her entire face drain of color; she is white, very white, that she is going to freak out. Panic has descended on her in mere moments. She looks over at me. I am staring at her, “Millicent?” she nods, “they took her back a moment ago.” Panic falls from her like she has stepped out of a huge white robe. She is once again the confident mom. She gathers the books and bags and mumbles she should go back and disappears behind the big door. 

Ok I have been in such a down stupor over the TGB money issue ( Hey Freaks!!! Pay me!!!!!) That I sometimes just am unable to function. I have as of late been leaving my house in my slippers to go run errands. By now the local villagers all believe these pink slippers are my only shoes. I look like the poster child for frumpy Wal-Mart shopping women. Well, I must be on the road to recovery because last night Shaggy and I made a midnight run to Wal-Mart for some supplies, (bread, cheese, cream) and I had sandals on!!! I could not believe it. I failed to notice but Shaggy pointed it out. “Mom! You are not wearing slippers. Should we go back home?” I am so happy!!!!!

What is on your feet today?

Breakfast Letters: Josh

Breakfast Letters: Josh: "S haggy made the comment to me yesterday that she could not wait until fall got here, like in September or October. I asked her why and she ..."

Josh

Shaggy made the comment to me yesterday that she could not wait until fall got here, like in September or October. I asked her why and she grinned and said pumpkin cookies with maple frosting, pumpkin bread, gingerbread. I giggled….I can make pumpkin bread right now, and so we did. I have a loaf of moist, sienna colored, spicy (sorry V there is cinnamon in it) pumpkin bread in my kitchen.  It is wonderful after baking but it is so much better the next day with soft, salty, creamy butter slathered over it. Like the piece on my tea tray right now.

We went and saw Transformers last night. Shaggy loves them. She is crazy about Shia and wants to be on the Deceptacon team. She cried when Megatron died…again. Did Optimus Prime get the Allspark back from the Centurian Prime? And another thing where is the Chi Chi dog? Shia’s family has a Chi Chi dog. Where was it? Why do I go you may wonder…… for the eye candy Josh Duhamel  and Tyrese Gibson. Yummy!!!!!

I am trying to solve a mystery in my yard. If anyone can shed some light I would appreciate it. My front yard was mowed the other day. I do not know when or by whom. I had called Edward and made the request he said he was ask one of his sons to come and do it. He would let me know. I never heard back and days later the lawn is mowed. The front and the back are neat and trimmed but. not the side, I am clueless. This is not a complaint. I am very grateful to whoever did it. Thank you. Truly

One more thing before I go. Honey…..perhaps you should NOT have bought the Escalade if you could not afford the turn signals. Believe me! None of us want to take the time to read your mind. You are blonde and weigh 68 pounds. There is nothing there to ponder. Perhaps you were thinking about your manicure the day they discussed turn signals in drivers ed. What do you think that little stick with the knob on it is for? Are you sitting in a booster seat? I hope the reason you were heading north is because you live way up there.

I need more pumpkin bread!