If a realtor called at 4:00p.m. and wanted you to be out of your house from 5:30 to 6:30 pm what would you do?
You'd clean like mad until 5:15, and then go out to dinner.
True story
Our family
Tonight
Clem Mikeska's Famous BBQ
Delish.
Click on the link above if you want to see mugs of the famous people they've served. My favorite part was that they had a table at the back big enough for all of us, without moving chairs or putting 2 tables together. That, and the brisket.
We will treat any visitor to our home a meal at Clem's.
After all, BBQ is a TX tradition.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Cinnamon Chips

Have you tried?
After paying $6 for a loaf of Cinnamon Chip Bread last weekend, I determined to make my own. I'd never heard of "Cinnamon chips" before, but when I looked them up online, I discovered that Hershey's makes them. This morning when I found them at my grocery store in our small town, I nearly jumped up and down in the aisle. (There is one grocery store in my town besides Walmart. OK, one chain, two locations).
I added them to my regular bread recipe and WOW--what a treat!
I have to figure out when the best time is to add them to my dough, it was quite sticky and quite melty . . . will be putting them in the freezer before the next attempt. Can't wait to try them in an oatmeal cookie, too! From my kitchen to yours--ENJOY!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Hangin' around
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Family Fun Day: San Antonio

Saturday was family fun day. We left the house at 7:00am to drive to San Antonio.
The first stop was the temple, and my session was supposed to start at 9:30a.m. I missed it by a few minutes, but they had lots of "standby" people, so I did something else instead. Nathan and kids played outside, and checked out the LDS Distribution book store in the parking lot while they waited an hour for me.
When I came out, we went back in the bookstore to make a few purchases and set off to find a good picnic spot. We found a picnic table at Barbara Bush Middle School where we enjoyed sandwiches we brought from home. The weather was delightful and after Barbara B, we found a deserted park at which to play until it was Nathan's turn for the temple at 2:00pm.
San Antonio parks don't really have grass. It's weeds, dirt, and rocks. The oak trees are lovely, but grass doesn't seem to grow there in public places. We were fine without it--we played Frisbee, Nathan chase the kids, and swung on the swings. The park had 6 swings, so all of us were swinging at the same time.
While Nathan was in the temple, we checked out the "Deseret Book" type bookstore--not DB, but you know the kind of store, right? Great Harvest Bread Store (next door) was our next stop where I spent over $11 on two loaves of bread. We asked to see their wheat grinder, and since we were the only customers at the time, the worker agreed to let us. They have a separate room at the back, the size of a large bathroom with a grinder and bags of wheat. They grind 50 lb bags at a time.
We had a reservation for a hotel for Saturday evening, but couldn't check in until 3 pm. While driving, I saw a sign for the "Library" and followed it. The high school library at Ronald Reagan H.S. doubles as a public library branch, so we went in for nearly an hour. (Can you tell that TX is a Republican state?) The kids watched a video on the computer, looked at some books, and we enjoyed our air conditioned afternoon.
We left there after 3 and went to check in to the hotel, then back to pick up Nathan. Once we got him, back down the hill to the hotel, where we planned to swim. It began to rain as we unloaded our things but stopped by the time we were ready to swim. We had the pool to ourselves almost the whole time. We knew it was time to get out when the chattering teeth couldn't be stopped.
We chose this hotel for its proximity to the temple, and it has kitchenettes--so we cooked dinner. I brought the rice steamer (thanks, mom--it cooked while we swam) and we made taco salad. Quick, easy and delicious.
We headed downtown to the Riverwalk. We scored a $3 parking spot and began our long walk to the Riverwalk. We took the boat tour and enjoyed learning more about the history & architecture of the Riverwalk. Two children thanked us for taking them on the boat--they really enjoyed it. (So did the others, too).We got back to our hotel room at 10pm, it was a late night and we are all tired.

My favorite part of the Riverwalk is a large mosaic that was constructed in the 1940's (I think) by one artist. It only has 11 colors, and 9 are naturally colored stones. It is HUGE and beautiful. It is a must see if you go to San Antonio--I looked for a photo of it online, but gave up after 30 minutes of searching. This copied photo of the tour boat will have to suffice.
We drove home this morning--we made better time today, leaving at 8:45 and home at 10:45. Diana slept almost the whole way home. A great labor day weekend getaway, and we have Nathan home tomorrow, too!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Fabric Ribbon

Last Saturday I went to a baby shower. When I woke up, I realized I didn't have any ribbon in the house. So I made this ribbon with leftover fabric from my pajamas. It was an idea I took from reading a sewing blog, MADE. So cute, used up something I already had at home, took about 3 minutes, and saved me a trip to the store for ribbon. What more could I want?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
It's OK to scream
At some point in my college career, I remember writing a list of things I'd learned so far. I don't remember the whole list, but I do remember (years later) chuckling as I read:
"Sometimes, it's OK to scream."
I can't remember the incident that sparked such brilliant writing, but it is quite true.
Tonight I was in the kitchen making dinner and I opened the cupboard in front of my face to get something out of it.
I nearly screamed then, because I saw a flash of something, but it moved so quickly I couldn't find it. I thought something had fallen on the counter, so I looked there, too, but nothing was in sight, and I was holding Diana. OK . . . perhaps I was wrong . . . quietly I went about my business--trying to forget that I was pretty sure something moved out of the cupboard.
A few minutes later, when I closed the cupboard door, a lizard fell on top of my stove. I think when I opened the door, he scurried out onto the front of the door, so that when it was open, I couldn't see him. As I closed it, he knew he was busted and tried to scurry once again to safety, but fell to the stovetop.
Thankfully, he landed between the two covered pots I was using for cooking, (not sure what dinner would have been without his landing away from the food. Although, at least I'd know where he was if he ruined my dinner).
I screamed once, and again when he ran to the counter. I called Andrew "Lizard Catcher" into the room, and asked him to get it. He couldn't find the lizard on the counter . . . and neither could I. In my defense, the counter is cleaner today than it's been in months, see below*******
Finally he reappeared on the counter
(I screamed again, and so did Diana)
and then he ran to temporary safety, this time behind the stove . . . . We watched carefully and I had Andrew stay in the room much longer than he wanted to so he'd be ready to catch him if my fine reptile friend showed up again.
Questions:
1) How did he get into the cupboard in the first place?
2) From Andrew: "Do you think the lizards have a breeding place in our house?"
3) Why do lizards bother me so much? This one was not more than 3 inches long at the most--but they really give me the creepy crawlies.
4) I can honestly say I do my very best to stay out of all lizards' way, why can't he stay out of my kitchen?
5) How are you supposed to cook with lizards falling onto your stovetop?
6) Where is he now?
7) When am I going to find him again?
8) Will either of my lizard catchers be available then?
9) Why do guys think lizards are so cool?
Of course I called Nathan and asked him to come home as soon as possible, (it was after 5pm anyway) and when he got home, I broke into tears when I asked him #5.
We have at least one lizard on the loose, but we will catch him . . . I just hope I don't have to do it alone. The last lizard I had to take care of ran to the back door, so I quickly let him outside, thanking my lucky stars it wasn't more complicated. Hopefully this one is his relative and knows where the back door is.
*****Two realtors have shown our house in the past 36 hours. They are the first ones to do so . . . they are not going to have them come everyday, but it adds considerable stress to my life to get a phone call like this:
"Hi, I have a realtor who'd like to show your house in 20 minutes, is that OK?"
The side blessing to the realtor stress, however, is that I am keeping my house tidier than normal. Who knows? The next one to walk in the door could be my new landlord.
My conclusions: It is OK to scream, sometimes. And there are no lizards in my heaven, at least those who violate my personal space, which includes my kitchen. And someday I will laugh about tonight--but not tonight.
P.S. I did laugh tonight, too.
"Sometimes, it's OK to scream."
I can't remember the incident that sparked such brilliant writing, but it is quite true.
Tonight I was in the kitchen making dinner and I opened the cupboard in front of my face to get something out of it.
I nearly screamed then, because I saw a flash of something, but it moved so quickly I couldn't find it. I thought something had fallen on the counter, so I looked there, too, but nothing was in sight, and I was holding Diana. OK . . . perhaps I was wrong . . . quietly I went about my business--trying to forget that I was pretty sure something moved out of the cupboard.
A few minutes later, when I closed the cupboard door, a lizard fell on top of my stove. I think when I opened the door, he scurried out onto the front of the door, so that when it was open, I couldn't see him. As I closed it, he knew he was busted and tried to scurry once again to safety, but fell to the stovetop.
Thankfully, he landed between the two covered pots I was using for cooking, (not sure what dinner would have been without his landing away from the food. Although, at least I'd know where he was if he ruined my dinner).
I screamed once, and again when he ran to the counter. I called Andrew "Lizard Catcher" into the room, and asked him to get it. He couldn't find the lizard on the counter . . . and neither could I. In my defense, the counter is cleaner today than it's been in months, see below*******
Finally he reappeared on the counter
(I screamed again, and so did Diana)
and then he ran to temporary safety, this time behind the stove . . . . We watched carefully and I had Andrew stay in the room much longer than he wanted to so he'd be ready to catch him if my fine reptile friend showed up again.
Questions:
1) How did he get into the cupboard in the first place?
2) From Andrew: "Do you think the lizards have a breeding place in our house?"
3) Why do lizards bother me so much? This one was not more than 3 inches long at the most--but they really give me the creepy crawlies.
4) I can honestly say I do my very best to stay out of all lizards' way, why can't he stay out of my kitchen?
5) How are you supposed to cook with lizards falling onto your stovetop?
6) Where is he now?
7) When am I going to find him again?
8) Will either of my lizard catchers be available then?
9) Why do guys think lizards are so cool?
Of course I called Nathan and asked him to come home as soon as possible, (it was after 5pm anyway) and when he got home, I broke into tears when I asked him #5.
We have at least one lizard on the loose, but we will catch him . . . I just hope I don't have to do it alone. The last lizard I had to take care of ran to the back door, so I quickly let him outside, thanking my lucky stars it wasn't more complicated. Hopefully this one is his relative and knows where the back door is.
*****Two realtors have shown our house in the past 36 hours. They are the first ones to do so . . . they are not going to have them come everyday, but it adds considerable stress to my life to get a phone call like this:
"Hi, I have a realtor who'd like to show your house in 20 minutes, is that OK?"
The side blessing to the realtor stress, however, is that I am keeping my house tidier than normal. Who knows? The next one to walk in the door could be my new landlord.
My conclusions: It is OK to scream, sometimes. And there are no lizards in my heaven, at least those who violate my personal space, which includes my kitchen. And someday I will laugh about tonight--but not tonight.
P.S. I did laugh tonight, too.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sunshine

When Caitlin hums me a song and wants me to guess what it is, it is always "You are my Sunshine."
She is my sunshine, and is 5 years old.
She enjoyed the chance to pick the menu for her birthday, from sunup to sundown. We talked to grandparents on both sides for their well wishes, and at her request had apple pie instead of birthday cake.
The most interesting gift she asked for this year was for "12 pieces of chocolate." Diana kindly filled that request, and is hoping she will get a piece.
During the school year, she and I enjoy a few minutes of story time together on my bed while Diana naps. I will miss that special time next year when she goes to school. She is a joyful companion to me--she'd rather be home than anywhere else.
Last week when I talked about her being my friend, she seemed confused by the idea that a mom could be a friend. Hopefully that will make more sense as time passes--what a great gift she is to me!
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