James loves breakfast.  He always has.  And now that he is old enough to let loose in the kitchen, he makes his own. 

As I was leaving for work, he announced that he was going to have pancakes.  I don’t buy pre-packaged baking mixes anymore so I told him where to find the recipe and left.

A few minutes later I get a phone call.  ‘What is shortening?’ he asks.  I told him what is was and where to find it.  I was even nice enough to tell him to melt it in the microwave before added it to the mix.  We hang up and of course, the phone soon rings again, ‘we don’t have any eggs!’  I couldn’t help but laugh and it was a laugh he didn’t appreciate at all.  Yes, I used the last of the eggs and didn’t remember it when he made the pancake announcement. 

Well what could he use in place of eggs and I had no idea and then bam…use the internet to figure it out.  So he did, what a smart boy he is.  He found a recipe almost identical to the one he was using but without the eggs.

After awhile of not hearing from him, I wanted to know how they turned out.  He said they were really good but kind of dry.  I offered that I was sorry about the eggs and then he tells me that they probably would have been better if he hadn’t forgotten the shortening in the microwave.

Yep.  I bet you needed lots of syrup on those dry pancakes.

I hope you have the best of days!



I love kids.  Well let me say that I love young kids, children, babies.  When they become teenagers they need to find another place to live.  Birth to 3 years old is amazing and a miracle.  Something new happening everyday. 

Three Year to Five, wow…what an adventure.  You look in their eyes and you know they’ve got it.

Five to Ten, well they get a little mouthy and think they know it all.  Actually that starts at about 2 but you can calm it down until now with they really, really know it all.

Ten to Thirteen is when the social skills start and they worry about what friends will think.  Am I cool enough, do I wear the right clothes, do I hang out with the right people.  Little do they know that none of that matters.

And then…the dreaded teenage years.  Dating,  driver’s license, prom, SATs, college visits and everyday life.  Nobody told me that when I became a parent I would have to deal with this. 

I’ve dealt with a male and a female and let me express my opinion, males are much easier to deal with.  Take hormones out of the equation and you can actually talk to them.

I love my kids both equally and it is so funny that too kids raised in the same environment can be so completely differently.  I never, in a million years thought my son would be the responsible one and yet, at 17, he seems to be.

Who knows what the future holds for them.  I’ll let you know.

Is 50 middle aged?

I went to a friend’s birthday party on Saturday.  I actually like getting dressed up now and going out.  What struck me as funny in this is that I have never thought of age as anything but a number and now that I (and most of my friends) are turning 50, I’m having other thoughts now.

I don’t feel old.  In fact because of my weight loss, I feel younger than I did at 30 or 40.  I am sure that I don’t look 50, as long as you don’t get too close.  So is it more than a number?

My mom was a grandmother several times over when she was 50 and I always told her that she was too young to have a child my age.  She was 27 when she had me.  I was 30 when I had my first child.  Of course, she made sure I ate my words on that one. 

Back to the party.  In a typical Lucy moment, I am dying my hair that morning and Hubby does not like how red it turned out so I go and buy hi-lites.  At 4:30, I am still messing with my hair and we need to leave at 5:30.  I never panicked but I had to listen to things like ‘what are you going to do if it doesn’t turn out right’ and ‘why do you always wait until the last minute’.  If you remember, it was he that didn’t like the red.

The hair looked great, the dress looked good and I felt fantastic.  Music from the 70’s played all night and it was like being a teenager again.  We danced, we ate good food, we drank alot of vodka  and we laughed out load constantly. Maybe age is just a number.

Just another day

So much for everyone staying healthy.  Daughter came home from visiting her boyfriend in Ohio with something more than a cold but not quite the flu and over a week later it is still holding on.  Hubby has a what the doctor called a sinus infection but he feels so bad and has no energy.  And I thought I was the last hold out but Friday it all came crashing down.

What happens when the care taker can’t take care.  It a sad, sad situation.  But the troops rallied and we all took care of each other, sort of.  I don’t even remember yesterday.  I slept and slept. 

Today, I made myself get up and shower.  I have responsibilities and obligations besides that, the dogs have a grooming appointment and if you miss you have to pay anyway.  So what better motivation do I need.

Things to do…

Take dogs to groomer

Go to store for more meds and tissues

Make soup


I think that covers it.

Have a good day….Live well, Laugh often, Love much!

Starting a New Year

I always look at the new year with such possibility and try my best to forget all of the past year’s mistakes. This year I am trying new things, being a little more organized and crossing my fingers that everyone stays healthy and passes all their classes in school.

I was asleep, of course. before 9:00 pm on New Years Eve. This isn’t anything unusual. My family knows that I will crash early but will always be up early for that first cup of coffee and to make them breakfast.

My lucy moment came yesterday as I was taking down all of the Christmas decorations. My hubby was going to take down the outside lights that the 16 year old son hung. I know they were up there very well. He just used the plastic clips that attached to the shingles so I just gave them a little tug. And boy was I right. They all fell, in a little line like dominos, all the way around the house. It was cut but when some hit, they hit in some muddy ground which caused a bit more clean up. Oh well, one holiday done…now on to the next.


I have three great nephews.  Yes, they are wonderful but they are my nephew’s sons, making them my great nephews.  Anyway, we are close and I do things for them that grandmothers do so this year I got the great idea that I wanted to make their Halloween costumes.  Cody (5 years old) and I searched the internet for the perfect costume.  He found a bat costume that looked easy enough so I said ok for him.  Next, Steven (3 years old) went along with Cody.  Yes, two bat costumes, one kid to go.  Nathan (7 years old) wanted to be a football player.  Easy enough, he plays football which meant no work for me.

That was in September.  I had plenty of time to get things together.  I bought black pants and shirts that they could wear again.  Knit caps to sew the ears onto.  Then, Steven decides he wants to be Elmo.  Some quick talking turned him around but then he starts telling everyone that he is going to be a baseball bat.  Not exactly what we had planned.  I still went with the black bats.

After I had all the supplies purchased, Nathan calls.  He wants to be a pumpkin.  OK, not sure I want my almost 8 year old nephew being a pumpkin but if that’s what he wants ok.  I start looking for a costume to make on the internet and I cannot find one that does not involve alot of sewing, a skill that I do not possess.  So I start talking, don’t you want to be a bat like your brothers and success, I finally convince him.

Off I go to get another set of black clothes and another umbrella for the wings.  My hubby and I start to take apart the umbrellas just as the instructions say, however, i can’t find the printed ones and I can’t find it on the internet again.  So I improvise, the one trait my hubby absolutely dispises.  He cuts the metal strips of the umbrella leaving sharp edges that cut him.  Hubby not so happy with me.  He gets them done and I start taping the strips with black tape to cover them up.  And when the are done, they are adorable.

School Parades for Steven are on Wednesday and Thursday.  I want to take pictures of the little bat.  I look around, no bat.  He decided he was going to wear the fisherman costume that the other boys had worn when they were little.  He was a cute fisherman with his little rubber boots and hat.

But then the big day came.  Halloween.  I love it.  The big boys put there costumes on and Steven decided he would too.  Something wasn’t right.  The wings dropped down their back and the front collar pulled up so much that it looked like they were chocking.  Oh no, the umbrella with the tape was so heavy that it weighted the back of the shirt down.  I can fix this, I thought.  I took a piece of ribbon and pinned it to the top of the wings and wrapped it around their chest and back to the pin.  It seemed to work fine.  Then I pinned the wings to the cuffs to the sleeves.  Steven’s was fine.  His wings were smaller and didn’t have the metal strips at the side where they pinned to the shirt.  He was flying in no time.  Nathan and Cody, well, pinning the wings to the cuffs of their shirts didn’t work because they couldn’t move their arms.  It was so funny watching zombie bats.  Their arms would go up and down but the metal strips wouldn’t let them bend at the elbow. 

Once again I fixed it by pinning it above the elbow but my lack of planning and keeping up with the print outs kills me every time.

In the end, the boys look great, we had a good time and we all had a good laugh.


It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt!

Picture 064Playing with Max, the schnauzer last night.  I’d throw the ball, he’d run after it.  You know the usual stuff,  until he gets tired of playing.  I bend over to pick him up right at the exact moment that he decides to jump up for me.  Bam…I learned a long time ago in science class that two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time, meaning his head and my face.  This little 25 pound dog knocked me back a few feet and then I saw the blood.  Mine, not his.  The collision busted my lips and my cheek was trobbing.  Worst of it all, this little 1/2″ cut wouldn’t stop bleeding and Max ran and hid like he had done something wrong because of all the panic, ‘grab a towel’, ‘check his head’, ‘make sure you still have all of your teeth’, that one was the most important from the hubby, I’m sure.

Finally the bleeding stopped, and so did the pain.  I’m sure the vodka didn’t hurt.  And we settled in for a nice evening,  not even considering what would happening this morning.  I’ve never been in a fight so I didn’t know that your lip could swell to twice to three times it’s size or that it could bruise from your lip to your cheek.  Thought twice about the vodka so early in the morning and decided on over the counter pain meds instead.

Fun times…