Thursday, November 25, 2004

Dear mia,
Here is your horoscope
for Thursday, November 25:

If an authority figure or elder seems to be deliberately butting heads with you, don't question your sanity. It's not you. They're irritated -- but maybe not with you personally. Approach them, and talk this over.

Wow! How'd they know?

Note to self:: Smile and nod your head whenever mama speaks today. Go to a happy place...

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Happy Thanksgiving [a little early]

I said I was going to make a Thanksgiving entry and list all I am thankful for.

Well folks, this tops the list. The angel whose hands created this art for me to enjoy and share with you all, is what I am most thankful for.

Stephen's smile was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes this morning. What more do I need? 

Praying all of you have a very blessed and safe Thanksgiving.

Give thanks if your loved ones are sitting around the table with you. Pray for our soldiers who are far from their loved ones this Thanksgiving. Give thanks for those who sacrifice their safety for ours.

I will try to make one more entry with details [maybe even photos] of our menu, etc. My parents will be coming here tomorrow.

I'm signing off to bake some pies!

Monday, November 22, 2004

Comfort Food [to make you feel uncomfortable later]

Today, Stephen missed school. He had a tummy ache. Even worse, I think it's partially my fault. Yesterday, I was craving banana pudding and said, "I'm going to make Stephen some banana pudding. After all, he loves it so much."  That sounds much better than saying, "I feel like I could eat a whole quart of banana pudding!" He does love banana pudding as much as I do, and between the two of us, we ate more than half of it within 20 minutes after taking it out of the oven. 

It's beginning to storm, so to prevent a repeat of the modem trouble I had after hurricane Ivan, I'll make this recipe entry quick.

Mama's banana pudding

2/3 c sugar
1/4 c flour
1/4 t salt
2 c milk
2 eggs, separated
1 t vanilla flavoring (please, don't insult your taste buds by using imitation vanilla)
vanilla wafer cookies
3-6 bananas, thinly sliced  (very ripe ones are best for pudding)

In a double boiler, combine sugar, flour and salt. Stir in milk. Cook over boiling water, stirring unil thickened. Beat egg yolks. Remove boiler of custard from heat and add some of it to the beaten egg yolks. Slowly add the egg mixture to the pot of custard. [this prevents curdling.] Return to double boiler, cook for 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, add vanilla. Line a one quart casserole dish with vanilla wafers and top with sliced bananas. Pour some of the custard over the bananas. Repeat layers, ending with the custard.

Beat egg white untill stiff [but don't over beat them, or they'll be dry] Gradually add 1/4 cup sugar and beat until stiff peaks form. Pile the egg whites on top of pudding. [swirl'em and make it purdy] Bake in a preheated 425 degree oven for about 5 minutes.

Silly, me. I should have taken a picture of it when it came out of the oven. But to be honest with you, I was salivating from so much anticipation, I never thought about it. Stephen and I sat in front of the TV and slurped banana pudding like pigs as we watched The Wizard Of Oz.

...And today, we paid for it. Ah, but it was well worth it.  

 

 

Sunday, November 21, 2004

~Checking In~

Just in case any of you were wondering, I survived the potted meat incident.  I've just been too busy to say so. However, I couldn't help but chuckle at all of the comments. Isn't it funny how just one little sentence can start such laughter? You guys are great.

I have been busy lately visiting A LOT of journals that I had missed out on while my modem was down. Please forgive me, for I have not left as many comments as usual. Stephen has gotten so .... clingy these days. When he sees me typing something, he starts hanging all over me or communicating that he has to go to the bathroom, or anything else it takes to pull me away from the computer. Of course, if we are visiting the Noggin, PBS kids, or Nick Jr. websites, he is a perfectly content little angel.

So, Thanksgiving is approaching terribly fast this year. How many of you already have your Thanksgiving menus planned? All I know for sure at this point is, we're having turkey and dressing. Oh, and how can I forget, pumpkin pie. I bought some pumpkins after Halloween for only 99 cents each. I cooked them, mashed them and froze them so I have that out of the way. I would like to list a few things I am thankful for this week. We'll see how that goes. How about you? What are you thankful for?

I've been online for a while today trying to find Amish Friendship Bread Starter recipes. This starter freezes well, and I always have some in the freezer. I must have tossed it while cleaning out the freezer.  If any of you happen to have a "simple" starter recipe, would you please send it my way?

I'll check back in soon!

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Never read the ingredients on the back of a potted meat can...

While you're eating a potted meat sandwich.

 

::ewww:: I was going to update, but it'll have to wait...

 

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Here we go again...

All last week, through Tuesday night, I was beginning to believe that my connectivity problems were getting better. I felt hopeful. Tuesday evening, I was able to stay online for 70 minutes! I was the one to choose it was time to sign off.

Beginning yesterday morning, I was right back to only being able to stay connected between 2-10 minutes! Sometimes, unable to even connect at all.

 

Isn’t that strange? Hmmmm….. What are your thoughts?

If my son wasn’t watching and learning how to behave from me, I would smash this thing to pieces and toss it onto the lawn. But then, if he did the same thing to something, and was punished for it, what kind of message would that send? :P

If you don’t hear from me for a long time, you’ll know that for a moment, he looked away and I did it anyhow. ;-)

Ps…I plan on going shopping this weekend for a new modem to see if that resolves the problem. Wish me luck.

update:: Friday, Novemeber 5th.

I finally got a new modem today. So far, so good. Keep your fingers crossed for me... I just "might" be back soon!

Whoohoo! :)

ps ~ Have you any idea how dang hard it is to take one of these babies apart, find what you're look'in for, and put it  back together?  When you  have NO clue as to what you're doing?  That subject calls for a whole new entry...  ugh!

Too Much Halloween

I don’t know about all of you, but we’ve had enough of candy to last a year! Stephen had a great time, trick or treating. But we’ve all had too much candy and my lil’ buddy has had tummy trouble for a couple of days. Poor lil' guy.

Anyway..

My landlord owns 100 + acres here. He has a mini-museum of civil war findings that he found on this property. Also Indian arrowheads and such. Could be a number of spirits roaming these parts. I can certainly tell you this; we’ve lived here for 9 years and there is absolutely the strangest energy here. Does that make sense? It’s never felt quite right. Weird things happen. And our lives have changed since moving here. Not in a good way either. I’ve had the house blessed twice, and was told that they felt a terrible spirit of oppression and depression here. A spirit of anger and hostility. But I don’t think it’s the house. It’s only 15 years old, and we’re the 3rd family to live here. That I know of, there were no deaths in this house. I think it’s the land. We constantly have things to come up missing, only to reappear in the very spot we‘ve been looking for hours or days. The latest example of that is, DH’s wallet. Last week, the last time he remembered having it was when he was welding pipe, 15 ft. under the ground and then, the crew covered the pipe. He was certain that since he couldn’t find it anywhere in the house, it must be underground. Still, I had a feeling he must have brought it home or he would have noticed it was gone before the next morning. We looked everywhere. His bedside table. My bedside table. Under the bed, just incase it had fallen and got kicked up under there. Nope. Nowhere. It must be on the jobsite. Monday morning, I was making the bed and guess what was on the floor on my side of the bed? Yup, the wallet. There is NO WAY I walked over that thing for 5 days. Uh, uh, no way! The wallet, just like numerous other things had disappeared and was returned to an obvious place. Don’t laugh. I’m certain of it! I’ll never be convinced otherwise. We hear noises. Sometimes, a window that has been raised for days will slam shut. I’ve seen what looks like a shadow where there is no one standing. Then, it’ll be gone. We’ve never experienced such happenings before moving here. I have neighbors who experience the same things we do. Nothing terrifying, just annoying at times.

An old friend I used to know has a farm where he also has collectedmany an arrowhead and confederate metal buttons, etc. The spirits that roam his farm were very scary to me. One day, they were all hunting and I stayed at the house. I was on the phone with my mother when I heard a noise and saw something move from the corner of my eye. When I looked into the direction of that noise, I saw the hanging plants start to sway back and forth. There were no windows open. I convinced myself it was my imagination. During a conversation that evening, I found out about the rumor of that farm being an old battlefield. Since then, I’ve had different people tell me different stories about strange happenings they encountered while visiting there. One girl said that she was visiting them one weekend and the stereo kept coming on in the middle of the night. The TV in her room would come on and when she walked over to turn it off, it would go off before she touched it. [No, there was no remote control to either of these] This one guy was at a party there and went in the house to put his beer in the fridge and as he reached for the refrigerator door, the door opened by itself and then, slammed shut. The guy threw his beer down and ran outside and told the owner, who only laughed and said, “Oh, you have met one of my ghosts. They won’t hurt you. They just like to make their presence known for attention. I’ve gotten used to it.” The guy left, and never-ever went back. Even the owner stained his underwear the evening he was minding his own business, watching TV. He was drinking a Dr. Pepper when an image of some sort came out of the TV, he heard a scream and the glass he was holding shattered in his hand. Yeah, that would be enough to make me move. But as far as I know, he still lives on that farm. Not everyone experienced this sort of happening there. The only thing I can assume is, some of us are more sensitive that others? I don’t know.

So, there are my ghost stories, a week late. But when I make a promise, I try to keep it. I said I’d continue, and I did.

How do you like the photo above? LOL! I can’t take credit for it. It was sent to me by a friend a couple of years ago, and it just tickles me to pieces, every time I look at it. Maybe I’ll try to be that creative next year with the pumpkin carving.

Stay tuned as I will attempt to post some recipes in the near future. Maybe even a story or two. Thanksgiving is just around the corner!