And It’s Getting Even Colder


But before we get to that, the good news.  Next week I start therapy on my shoulder!  I’m doing a happy dance in my brain, since my legs still don’t work all that well, and yes, I know it will hurt, but that will be a good kind of hurt.  I’ll be back in the kitchen, cooking again in two months.  My personal resolution.  Maybe a bit premature, but I’ll do it!!!!

family-268 These are my two great grandsons, Eli and Camden.  And they are standing out in the snow, the only photo I have in my library that has snow in it.  We have some snow in the forecast, but I received an email from my Citizens Emergency Relief Team (CERT) trainer today that we are going to have a horrible, humongous cold wave starting next week, with the temps dipping below zero.  So if you are in the Owensboro, KY area, be prepared.  Dress in layers, have emergency equipment on hand, both at home and in your car if you have to get out.  If you don’t have to get out, Please STAY AT HOME, and bundle up.  Have an ample supply of finger foods on hand in case of power outage, don’t turn your heat up too high so you can conserve electricity, dress in layers, and please take care of your pets.  They get cold too.  There is no word about ice or snow, just the extreme cold, and I know a lot of you live in colder areas, but darn it, this is supposed to be the South.  Upper south, but still….

Now for the personal train wrecks.  Believe me, as long as I’m breathing, there will be train wrecks.  I got this really nice cushion for my power chair, since my bum is getting a bit sore from sitting all the time, and today managed to spill my Dr. Pepper on it.  And on my phone, which was on the cushion next to the Dr. Pepper.  A new twist on sticky keys I think.  So, to keep from getting the seat of my jeans wet (I hope) I have a thick towel covering the cushion.  Also, a large wet spot on the leg of my jeans.  If there’s a way to destroy it, I’ll find it.

I’ve managed to drag a second quilt off my bed by getting it caught in my chair.  This takes a special talent.  And yesterday I pulled a panel off the door of the elevator.  Well, I never claimed to be a good driver.  And besides, the door shouldn’t have tried to close on me so fast.  It got me to my floor though, and for the first time in months it didn’t make that horrible sound when the door opened.  Guess I showed it who’s boss, huh?

family-521 Astroid kissing Noah Amy Just decided to show a few of my favorite photos before I sign off.  On the left are Laurie, Anika, Andrew and Ethan, In the middle is Noah with his Grand Champion steer Asteroid, and on the right is my beautiful niece Amy, wearing a necklace I made for her.  We raise beautiful kids in my family.

A.

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Happy (?) New Year


Here’s hoping this year will be so much better than last one.  At least the last month of last one.  I really want to get back in my kitchen and cook something.  I know I can’t smell anything, but still I can remember the smells of the things I usually cook, and really miss that pot of beans and the Mexican cornbread that always go with it.  Mmmm, what more can a person ask for than beans and cornbread on a cold, winter day?

I have a new award, sorta.  Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here it is. doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-4-300x300 doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-3-300x300I haven’t decided which one to put in my gallery yet, but I think it will be the one with the picture of the presenter, Don Charisma.  Of course, the other one shows up better, but I’ll decide before my next post.  Don is really a great guy, currently living in Thailand, who is now doing great things with stitching photos together to make up really large, breathtaking scenery.  He’s funny, intelligent, and altogether a great guy who created my angel logo for me.  My knight in mostly shining armor.  You really should check out his blog, http://doncharisma.org.  At least I think that’s it.  If not, so sorry Don.  Sinus headache, remember?

Since I can’t go shopping at this time, I have started online shopping at Amazon.  I think I went a bit overboard on a few things there, but since you don’t actually see the product, just a description, you don’t know until it arrives. 004 Just a few days ago I got a call from the office telling me I had a large package downstairs.  Large?  It was about the size of a coffin.  It is still taking up half my living room.  As you can see, I ordered paper towels, also 007 well, that’s more like a photo of the box with the towels at the top.  So, here’s another one.005 A dozen packages of paper plates, and a huge bag of paper bowls.  Since I can’t wash dishes at the moment, I use a lot of paper products.  And last, 006 a dozen boxes of Kleenex, although I only pulled one out because I only needed one opened at the time.  Fortunately there was no shipping fee, since the order was more than $50.  The trash bags and Windex are still to come, and naturally they are the items I needed the most.  Except for the Kleenex, since I somehow caught a head cold without ever leaving the building.  How?  Your guess is as good as mine.  I think if there is half of an allergen floating around the hemisphere it makes it to my nose and takes up residence there.

I’ve pretty much slept thru the past few days.  It’s just too comfortable under the covers to move lately, and I have a lot of lost sleep to make up.  Throw a couple of pain pills a day into the mix, and I’m snoring like, well, a lumberjack?  Or maybe more like Max did.  For such a tiny dog he could beat my dad when it came to snoring.

Well, back to the sinus meds.  Doctor appointment on Friday for results of CAT scan.  To tell the truth, I’m not sure I really want to know.

A.

I Found It


Scan-4YES!!!!  This is the scanned picture Anika drew of Max!  I’m so excited and so up in the air about this.  Isn’t that girl an undiscovered talented artist?  And gorgeous to boot.family-355 That’s Anika on the left of an Andrew sandwich, with Laurie, Anika’s twin brother, and Ethan in the back.  They are all a couple of years older now, but really a group of good looking kids.  Now I’m wondering which one is going to the UK vs Louisville game with their dad tonight.

Bill HAS to attend the games, because of his job at UK.  Doesn’t that make you want to cry him a river?  My older brother, Tony, used to have to do that job, and after a few years of it I think he got tired of going, but Bill takes one of the kids with him each time he has to go to a game.  We asked him Thursday which one was going with him today and he didn’t really answer.  Just said whoever was the best for the rest of the week.  Don and Mike both started grinning and told him he would have to pretend they were his kids for one of two of the games then, because they were always better than the kids.  I could add a comment or ten on that subject here, but I’ll save that for future blackmail material.  Ummm, I mean for another post.

Bill and Ethan at Final Four, 2012 This is Bill and Ethan last year at the Final Four in New Orleans, where UK won the championship.  I don’t really follow any sport, but I will admit my blood runs UK blue.  I also have several UK shirts.  All for survival of course.  One brother, two kids, a granddaughter, a grandson, all either still in, working for, or in some way screaming GO CATS, so I would be found guilty of high treason if I didn’t at least support the game.  We’re talking basketball here folks, not football.  I don’t think anyone in the extended family would argue that they are not good at football.

I really wish I had remembered to take my camera with me to my party, because Ethan now has a bush growing on his face.  It almost matches his Uncle Mike’s bushy face, except Mike is beginning to (gulp) get a bit gray.  And he’s my baby.  And only 11 1/4 years old, due to his birthday being on Feb. 29.  That wouldn’t be so bad except that he acts like an 11 year old kid.  Janette and I decided on duct tape instead of a plaster cast for him, and we decided to duct tape Noah to him after some of the shenanigans on Thursday.  I think duct tape across Mike’s face would be even better, because when he pulls it off, we might get to see what he looks like for the first time in years.

I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about tonight.  I was just really so thrilled to find my scanned photos, that now I know where to look for more of them when I scan them in, and WordPress started to crunch the photo but changed it’s mind and let it in.  Must be my lucky day.

I also found someone willing to go to the grocery for me today, so I now have some frozen TV dinners, which are a welcome switch from the soups I’ve been eating.  The first one I ate even had some beautiful, green peas that stayed crunchy when they were warmed up.  What more could I ask for.  The pain level is dropping, so my shoulder is probably healing on it’s own, I ate some crunchy peas, visited with friends downstairs, got a few groceries….I even asked Steve to bring me a couple of the microwavable potatoes so I can have baked potatoes with sour cream and shredded cheese on them.  Didn’t think about getting some broccoli to put on top, but then I don’t think I could hold the knife yet.  But, ya never know.

A.

More Train Wrecks


Or maybe I should say more headaches.  I’ve been trying to add a drawing Anika made for me of Max, my Pekingese dog.  Cowgirl Anika Anika is extremely talented in so many ways, and can draw everything except cats.  She loves cats more than any other animal, but for some reason, can’t seem to draw them yet, so when she was here helping me decorate the pine cones I asked her if she would draw me a picture of Max.  She drew it, sent it to me, and I have been trying to get it on the blog since I received it.

First I scanned it in to my photos, but it didn’t show up when I was downloading some photos to my blog library.  Then I took a photo of the drawing, and have just spent an hour trying to put that in the library, but when it downloads I get a message that says “crunching”, and my only guess is that by crunching it really means munching, because it sure doesn’t show up in the photo library.  So, I’m going to make one more effort here.  Hold on to your hats and garters, because if this doesn’t work out there could be a huge explosion.  BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.  It still didn’t work.  What does it mean when it crunches your photo?  I’ve downloaded a lot of photos to this site and they have always been okay.  This is the first time they have ever been crunched.  I wonder if they have seen my trash cans and realize how full they are and how much they need to be emptied and the contents crunched?  Yeeks!  I hope not.  That would mean it could also see the items I have dropped and been unable to pick up.

Well, the title warned you this is about more train wrecks.

Like, I’m having to go on scavenger hunts again, since Irene came in last weekend.  All of the things I use were stored within reach on my right side so I could just pick them up easily when needed.  Some of them were moved to the left, meaning heaps of pain if I have to get them.  Some were placed under heavy objects I can’t lift without chance of dropping on my foot.  Just the thought of that makes me wince.  There are a few things I haven’t found yet, but have made it without them so far.  Others are in places I can see but have no way of getting to, because they are just out of reach.

I went online and ordered a lot of stuff I’m running out of, and the deliveries should start on Monday.  And I also signed up for the produce deliveries from Cecil Farms again, starting in May.  This time I signed up for every other week though.  Getting the weekly deliveries last summer was nice, but there was no breathing space in between.  I think this year I’ll need the time to breathe a week between the deliveries.  I also signed up for fresh eggs during the summer, because I’m never sure when the egg lady will show up here, and I sure love those farm fresh eggs.  Plus, I’ll hopefully be getting some fresh pork this year as well.  That will be from a different source, but will be so much better than the pork bought at the grocery.  And at some point before summer I plan on buying a pressure canner, so I can put some of that pork in jars and can it for later.  That was something my mom always did, and it was sooooo good and so tender you just wouldn’t believe it.  I did it on the farm, and it is great to be able to grab a jar of canned pork loin in an emergency situation and just sit back and enjoy it.  Heat if you want, but it really isn’t necessary.  Just open and enjoy.

Now I’m making myself hungry for some fresh collards and bacon or pork loin.  Fresh anything right now would be good.  I wanna get back to the kitchen.  That means I had better get back in there now and heat up a bowl of burgoo.BBQ capitol of the world

A.

What A Week


And it ain’t over yet.  But after fighting with my computer, the internet, WordPress, and my shoulder for several days, I finally was able to get back on my blog.  I have had to reset my password about 25 times this week, and right now I’m not very sure which one finally worked, but Firefox has something on it that remembers passwords for me, so hopefully it will remember the one that finally opened the blog back up.  Or maybe I should say, opened the dashboard up so I could start posting again.

Rose in December Decided to show my rose in December photo again, because today my kids were here for our Christmas/birthday celebration, and Gina had my cake decorated to look like a large rose.  Of course it was my angel’s food cake, but this time the “frosting” was a whipped cream, marshmallow mix, and I’m not sure who decorated it, but it looked just like a beautiful red rose.  I really hated to see it cut, and really, really wanted to just bring it up to the apartment and preserve it forever, but the grand-kids over-ruled me on that one.  And if you believe that, I have a big blue bridge across the Ohio River that I’ll sell you.  A real bargain price too.  Unfortunately, I forgot to take my camera down with me, so I’m waiting for one of them to post some photos on Facebook that I can save to my computer and maybe download to the blog later.

My day started with a surprise visit from a friend from long ago, bringing me some fresh fruit.  A very welcome gift at this moment when I can’t go out to the grocery, and have to order things without seeing them first.  I really like to look over my fresh fruit before I buy it, but haven’t been able to get over there since the shoulder injury.  And I still don’t know if surgery will be required or not, but since the doctor wants me back in his office to deliver the news I don’t think it is going to be really good news when I hear it.  Well, I’ve lived all these years with MS, so I guess I can make it a few more years with a sore shoulder.

My computer is making some really weird noises at me right now.  There are days I would like to drop kick it down the hall, but then I regain my remaining brain cells and think about broken toes, and the fact that I don’t have any combat boots or steel toed shoes any more, and just shut it down for the night.  Or I can stick my tongue out at it and make silly faces, just to show it I won’t let it tell me what to do.  Of course that just ends up in another fight with it, and I’m not all that techy, so it usually wins that battle.  One of these days though, I’ll really show it who is boss around here.  It is, of course, but as long as I don’t say that out loud it will never know that because I happen to know computers are only as smart as the person using them.  That makes mine a real dummy.

Well, I think I should rest this shoulder a bit more.  Also have another blog to write, acknowledging Mark Bialczak and thanking him for awarding me my second Blog of the Year award.  I do hope I spelled his name correctly.  Right now I’m not sure I can spell mine.  Anyway, Mark is a great guy, with a great blog, and I thank him very much.

A.

Mostly Photos From The Past


Leo &Betty Ann's house Leo and Betty Ann’s home as I remember it.

tonyangela Tony and me when we lived on Parrish Court in Owensboro.   We had real snow way back then.

Leo's kids, minus Doris Doug, Pat, Phil, Mark and Janet Blandford.  They lived down the drive behind us.  Sorry Doris, you weren’t born yet.  Doug and Ray were usually partners in crime.

Mark and philMark & Phil Mark and Sandy Mark & Sandy Mark and Pat. Mark & Pat Mark and Doug Mark and Doug (scowling) as they are today.

Leo Leo w. Doug and Pat Leo, Doug & Pat Leo and PatLeo and who? Leo Blandford 2 Doug’s son Leo, with wife Sara and twins.

Damien & HildaDamien & Hilda, wedding picture, w. Grandmother & Papa on left, and Mom & Pop Goetz on right.

Vird Vird and Johnnie, with Sheila, Sarah, Sharon and Kathy.  Krista yet to be born.

youngcousins Young cousins.  The tall one has to be Don, and on his left is Shirley, Carol is the blond in front, I think Patty is second from right, so probably Barbara on right, completely lost after that.

TonyTroublemaker Tony.  DSC01964_edited-1 Big Brother Tony with Uncle Vird.  Just goes to show what a difference a few years will do for troublemakers.

shirley and crewThis one is called “Shirley and crew”.  Shirley is in the middle of the back row, Betty is on the left of back row, not too sure about the rest.

Tony Barbara Diane Patty Left to right, Tony, Barbara, Diane and Patty.  Tony and Diane were making their first Communion, Barbara was a flower girl, and Patty was an angel. (still is).

HubertHelenHubert and Helen’s wedding picture.  Patty Hubert Barbara Patty, Hubert, Barbara

Patty Barbara Patty & Barbara  Patty Michael Barbara Patty, Michael, Barbara Paul Michael Ronald Paul, Michael, Ronald Barbara Barbara today.

JoeMaudeMaude and Joe, wedding.  jerrydamienmaryalene Jerry, Damien, Mary, AleeneMaude Donnie Joe In Detroit.  Jerry Julia Nick Jerry, Julia and Nick in 2000.

Donnie Jerry Patty Donnie, Jerry, Patty when they lived in Detroit.

cousins1 1952 family reunion at Vird’s house on Hwy. 81.

Eeanor Eleanor. Eleanor Swanson Later photo of Eleanor.Shelia and Joe 10-21-12 Sheila and JoeLeslie & Sarah Leslie Ann & Sarah.  I don’t have photos of Karen, John, and Tim (?)  You need to come home so I’ll remember your names right.

B0000166 My family, Bernard (dad) Tony, Mary (mom) Steve, Angie, Sylvia, Larry, Ray.  Elaine wasn’t born yet.  Sorry sis.BabyElaineElaine stuffing her face on birthday .Mary's Family Most of us in 2ooo.

Satyr walking Steve Satyr walking Steve in Tulsa. Larry and Marcia 9-11Larry and Marcia near Atlanta. Mark and Amy Christmas  Young Amy and Mark      Mark and Sarah wedding pic Mark and Sarah, wedding day.  New Amy.Amy beautiful niece., .  Grammy & kidz Me, with Anika, Laurie, Ethan, and Andrew, in Frankfort, KY  Mike and Janette Mike and Janette (Mike’s my baby, a Leap Year baby, so now 11 years old)Alan, 2012 Alan, oldest grandson. Faleasha5 Faleasha, beautiful granddaughter taken during her trip to Barcelona Noah with drink Noah, being Noah.  .Gina, Ethan Bill 2013 GO CATS!!! family-211 Don, with his grandson, Camden. family-268 Brothers, Eli and Camden. Elaine making burgoo Elaine, making burgoo at her home near Monument, CO.  And she didn’t even send me some. The Hartle family, minus Jon, 2013 The Hartle family, minus Jon, who is off to college.  Matt is married to Denise, and her sister is in the photo with them.  I’ve posted photos of Ray many times, and that leaves Sylvia and Erin, who refuse to have their pictures taken.

 

 

This series is dedicated to my wonderful Grandmother, and all the fantastic people who have come after her.  I love you all, and don’t you think it’s time for another reunion?

A.

 

 

 

More Blandford Train Wrecks


Thanksgiving dinner 2002 Thanksgiving at Mom’s house a few years ago.  L to R:  Ray, Tony, Angie, Marie, Hayman, Mom, Marcia, Mark Goetz.  And isn’t that a great looking table!

Mary Blandford Goetz recalls:  I do remember my maternal grandmother, who died in 1933, and the only thing I remember about my maternal grandfather was that when I was only 1 year old I was standing too close to an open grate and my dress caught on fire.  Grandpa was sitting close by and he grabbed me and put out the blaze.  I was not burned, thanks to him.  I just remember that he had a mustache and a long beard.  He died in May of that year, 1921.  I never knew my paternal grandparents.  My grandmother died in 1888 and my grandfather remarried and moved to Mayfield.  We don’t know when he died, but I know it was long before I was born.  I know he was a farmer, and his father before him also farmed.  In fact, one of Papa’s uncles, Aquila Blandford, donated the land that Mount St.. Joseph is build on to the Ursuline Sisters.  Papa’s dad, J.R.II, donated land for the Catholic Cemetery in Mayfield, KY.

I can remember mom telling me about Uncle Aquila donating that land to the Mount most of my life.  I guess that’s why most of my life has been tied up with the Mount’s history.

armyleovirdjohn Leo, Vird, John R.IV.

Mary Blandford Goetz:  John R., Vird and Leo were the only boys to be drafted into the Army in the early ’40’s.  Both John and Vird were cooks.  Leo was in the infantry.  All three served in Europe during the entire siege.  John had cooked at home before going into the army, but I guess Vird learned while there.

Marie Blandford Ward recalls:  We went to Mass on Sundays in shifts — too many for one car load.  While the first shift of boys were at church someone from the second shift would sew their pants legs together.  Leo had Sister Edward for a teacher.  She lived with Sister Eulalia (our aunt) and was like family.  She was always teasing Leo about his curly hair.  One time he wrapped up a real pig tail and gave it to her.  One summer afternoon we wanted to make either ice cream or fudge.  The boys were working on the farm, so Mary and Eleanor said they would milk the cow.  They started out with Mary carrying the bucket and Eleanor carrying a stick, so there was no way a cow was going to let them come near. (Mary has said they chased the cow all around the pasture without any luck and that night it wouldn’t even give any milk!)

Another story I heard mom talk about quite often while I was growing up.  To this day she is afraid of being around cows, so I’ve often wondered if they chased the cow or the cow chased them.

mariejoeeleanorMarie, Joe and Eleanor, on lake front in MI.

Mary Blandford Goetz recalls:  As for Marie, the only thing I can think of that wouldn’t embarrass her too much is that she was so short she could easily run right under the dining room table and be out of sight in a flash.  We used to call her “Wee Wee” instead of Marie.  Since she was so small, the boys often carried her to and from the bus.   It was about a two mile walk to the bus stop, which was long for her.  And the boys found it easier to carry her than to walk slow at her pace.

Gina as freshmanRegina Wink Swinford:   Uncle Vird told Aunt Marie who told me that when Uncle John was growing up there was a particular rooster who had it in for him.  I asked his daughter, Mary, about it.  She asked Uncle John.  He said he remembered the rooster, but it was mean to all of them.  One day he got it back though.  When the rooster attacked Uncle John once while he was on his way out to the barn, John took the pail he had and whacked the rooster clear down the driveway.  That was the last time the rooster bothered any of them.

Oh, the joys of growing up in the country.  I loved it myself, and I’m pretty sure my kids did also.  And even though she calls herself Regina now, she’ll always be Gina to me.  See you tomorrow.

A.

Memories of Blandford Family Train Wrecks


cousins are Today I was looking for a recipe in the Blandford Family Reunion cookbook from 2000.  My daughter did the hard part of collecting the recipes and stories from so many family members, while dealing with her newly adopted twins, her older adopted son, and moving from Richmond, VA to Frankfort, KY.  Pretty amazing, isn’t she? Callie and me15 I could have stuck the photo of her with her hair dyed hot pink, but this one is better.  So, anyway, I decided to go through the cookbook and share some of the comments different members of the family made when sending in their favorite recipes.  Most of them, or maybe I should say, a lot of them, have to do with my mom and her sibs growing up.  So, here we go.

DSC01961 Marie Blandford Ward (left, mom on right) recalls:  The boys were jokesters.  Hubert, usually was the leader, with Damien doing his share and whoever started something was backed by the rest.  Our toast was made with real cream instead of butter, and toasted in the oven.  One time Maude, a city girl who was dating Joe, asked what made our toast so yellow.  Hubert told her they put mustard on it, so that is what she did.  After Joe and Maude were married and were visiting us, Maude wanted to learn how to make biscuits.  Damien, who could make some good ones, was showing her, and he told her Papa liked a few pinto beans in his biscuits.  She put some raw pinto beans in some and gave them to Papa.

Mary Blandford Goetz (above, right, my mom) recalls:  Papa never cooked….I’m sure there just weren’t enough hours in the day for that, after tending the farm.  He did, however take Mondays off to help Mother with the laundry, which they did on washboards.  There was no running water, so water was heated in washtubs over an open fire in the backyard.

Mary Blandford Goetz recalls:  As for a typical breakfast when I was growing up, I don’t think there was a typical one: we had whatever was available at the time.  You see, I grew during the great depression, and with 10 to 14 mouths to feed every morning, it had to have been very hard.  I remember Mother saving bacon grease when we had bacon in the winter time after hog-killing, and making gravy with the grease to eat with our biscuits.   We had to sell our eggs to buy sugar and other necessary items that couldn’t be raised on the farm.  So most mornings we had gravy and biscuits, or butter and homemade jelly to go with the hot biscuits.  Occasionally we would have oatmeal, but not often.  Bacon and eggs were a rare commodity, but a most welcome one.  Sometimes we had toast, made with Mother’s homemade bread, spread with thick cream and toasted in the oven.  Although she made 6 large loaves every day, except Saturday and Sunday, there wasn’t always enough for breakfast, so that’s why we had biscuits.  What we considered a real treat was when sometimes they would buy several loaves of bread from the store.  Although bread was only a nickel a loaf, there weren’t many nickels available back then.

Note:  we seldom had biscuits when I was growing up, because mom was so burned out on them.  And the first time I ever had biscuits and gravy was when I had a Sunday breakfast with my then fiancé, Edd.  After we were married he wanted me to learn how to make the milk gravy, so we could have it for Sunday breakfasts.  I think the only gravy we ever had while I was growing up was a brown gravy, made from the stuff on the bottom of the skillet after frying chicken, or the kind I really liked, made with the broth of a beef roast, and poured over mashed potatoes.  That is still my favorite gravy, although I can no longer eat the beef roast.  I do still make biscuits and gravy on occasion, because I really love it.  Since I still don’t know how to cook for one though, when I make the biscuits and gravy, I will be eating it for a week, three times a day.  And I’ll still have enough to share with everyone on my floor of the building.

More tomorrow.  I come from a huge family, and there are a lot of stories in this book.  I’m a lucky lady to have such a large, loving family, on both sides of the family.

How Can It Be Friday Already?


doncharisma-org-angies-place1 Since nothing seems to be working well these days, and I love this logo created for me by Don Charisma, I’m sticking it in here first thing.  My connection with Facebook seems to be broken, and even though I keep trying to refresh it I’m not having a lot of luck there, but hopefully persistence will pay off.  Don has also awarded me my second Versatile Blogger award, and tomorrow’s blog will be the one fulfilling the all the instructions for that one.  Big gulp there, and my extreme gratitude to Don for the award.blogger awardA bit different from the first one versatile-blogger-award and I still have to learn how to embed them on my site permanently, but not being quite geeky enough I may have to wait until a brother, nephew or grandson visits to show me how.

In last night’s blog I tried unsuccessfully to put in a photo of the yarn I got for the contrasting colors in my afghan.  Since I seem to be on a roll here, I’ll try again, first with the original yarn, and then the contrasting colors.  Fingers crossed here, and a few toes also. 100_2528 Original, 100_2541 and contrasting colors.  The green didn’t show up very well, and the variegated in that bag is for a pair of socks I am determined to learn to knit.

When Gina was young she wanted to learn to knit, so I gave her a couple of lessons before she lost interest.  Then the war broke out in Afghanistan and the little stinker started knitting socks, mufflers, and hats for the soldiers.  Not only that, but she also taught my granddaughter Anika to knit also.  I have never made a pair of socks in my life, but if they can do it, then I have to learn.  At least the one thing she never took up was playing the guitar.  She took about three lessons from me, complained about her sore fingers, and never touched it again.   I tried to tell her she had to build up some callosuses on her left fingers, but that idea almost brought on screaming fits from a teenager.  Imagine how horrible it would be to have callouses on your fingers when you are rubbing them down a boyfriend’s back.  Horrible!  (She usually told me a lot of things Mom’s just would rather not hear from their teenage daughters back then.)  Yet, it was better to know than to hear about an ugly surprise later.  Not that she ever shared any surprises like that with me, so she really did “save” herself for her wedding night.  Or at least was smart enough to avoid pregnancy.

Now how did I get from here to there?  Don’t ask me, because I never remember.  Or, to use my favorite Rayisn, I don’t remember if I forgot that or not.  My baby bro comes up with some good ones, mostly against me, since I usually make very innocent statements without stopping to think about what I’m saying and how he can twist them.  He does have a very twisted mind at times.

I have my dehydrator going again.  Collard greens this time.  I could have frozen them, but don’t have a lot of freezer space, so dehydrated food doesn’t take up much space.  I have a lot of other stuff that will be dehydrated before I put it all away for the winter.  I’ve decided to get another pumpkin, season and roast it, puree it, and make a pumpkin rollup for snacking.  And still have some apples and sweet potatoes to take care of from my Tuesday’s delivery.  While I’ll be glad when the deliveries begin again in spring, I think I’m glad to have some time off for a few months to catch up on other projects.  Like finishing my afghan, making the socks and hoping they actually look like socks, making Christmas cards, decorating the pine cones for ornaments, and probably a lot of other projects I just can’ remember right now.

Whew!  I feel a nap coming on, so I think I’m outta here for today.  Have a good one.

A.

Random Musings


I’ve been fooling around with my computer again.  Now everything is in a different place, my usual Google web page is missing, replaced by Yahoo, I have three,  that’s right, three different virus protection products fighting each other to see which one can control the computer, and in case you haven’t read this before, I HATE THIS COMPUTER!!!!  And for some reason, I seem to have changed my background for my post.  I think.  Not really sure yet, but I guess I’ll find out when I hit “publish”. I should have taken that Mickey Mouse computer course I signed up for in college, instead of reading thru the textbook and dropping the class because I already knew how to turn on the computer.  After taking the first course I could have taken the second one and maybe have learned a few things I didn’t already know how to do.

I’ve found dozens of delicious looking recipes today, but ran out of printer ink, so can’t print them out.  Truth is, I would have to live another two hundred years to make them all, but collecting recipes is one of my hobbies.  Then I take the ones I am really interested in and tweak them a bit and come up with something, uh, interesting?   Most of the time it works, but when I don’t like it myself I can always stick it on a neighbor’s door  and then it will be their problem.  I guess that makes me a wuss of some kind, but there’s always the chance they will enjoy it.  A lot of them have told me I’m a pretty good cook.  And I guess most recipes are born thru experimentation.  If I keep telling myself that some day I might believe it.  Some, like the ketchup, I make over and over, because it’s part of who I am, and it’s a family heritage.

I’ve tried a lot of family recipes, since I have also mentioned that I’m from a family of great cooks.  In 2000 we had a Blandford family reunion, and my daughter decided to put together a family cookbook.  She contacted a member of each family and asked them to spread the word among their immediate family to send her their favorite recipes.Callie and me15 This is my daughter, Gina, taken a couple of years go.  When she was putting the recipe book together, she was also getting to know her twins, Anika and Laurie, who had just been brought home from Romania, and in the middle of moving from Richmond, VA to Frankfort, KY.  She is the ultimate Super Mom.  She not only got the book finished in time for the reunion, she had taken orders from family members and had the book printed and bound, and gave them out at her cost per book at the reunion.  And a lot of people who hadn’t ordered one saw the book and decided they would like to have one after all, so she took names and addresses, got more printed and sent them out when she got back to Frankfort.  It’s just too bad she decided to become vegetarian in college.  Can you believe she even gave up burgoo???  How can any respectable person from Daviess County give up burgoo? BBQ capitol of the world We are the barbecue capital of the world.  And we have the International Barbecue Festival every year to prove it.  And burgoo is ALWAYS featured there, although only two places make the really good kind.  Out of respect to all of the burgoo makers in the area, I won’t mention the Mount or St. Martins.

Don and Norita came to visit today, and I mentioned that I was thinking about piercing my nose and hanging a bucket under it.  Don thought it would be funny, but Norita said “please don’t”.  Guess I won’t, because it actually sounds painful, but it would kinda be trend setting.  Just think how many people I could influence with my new fashion style.  I could get little buckets in several colors to match all my shirts.

Gonna call Mike later to see if he can score some pears for me.  Don said the old pear tree on the farm is still producing and I’m hankering for some pear honey and pear vinegar. Need a bucket of apples too, but no apple trees out there.  And I don’t think I would trust Mikey to bring me persimmons.  His idea of fun would be to bring half-ripe ones that have the pucker power of a millions lemons at once.  And he would probably smuggle in a ‘possum or a raccoon to go with them.  Love the kid, but I don’t think he’ll ever really grow up when it comes to the practical jokes.  And every time he can get one over on mom…..

Well, let’s see what I’ve done with this page, and if I have to do anything to try to fix it.  Or maybe I should just stop trying to fix things.  Tried to fix my power chair by hammering a screwdriver into a spot on it.  Managed to smash my thumb.  Ms Fixit I’m not.  Most of the time.  I do know how to change a lightbulb if I can reach it though.

A.