Blue Berry Cobbler-The NonBaker Way

This is for all of you out there that gets volunteered to make a blueberry cobbler. Like me. We have recently come into a large amount of frozen blueberries. My mother nagged me for three days to make a blueberry cobbler. Now, if you know me, I am not a cook. To be honest, I hate it. The microwave is my best friend. I eat a lot of my food raw.
So I gave in to the constant torment and decided to make the cobbler. I also decided to cheat. I bought a box of white cake mix, went by directions, then added the blueberries into the mix after pouring it into the pan. And kept a close eye on it.
It turned out rather good with just a few uh ohs.
Note-really, keep a watch on it. And use a big pan.
Note 2-put tin foil around edges. Otherwise they will burn.
Note 3-put the tin foil on BEFORE putting cobbler in oven. Pan is very hot and oven mitts are bulky.
And this is the most important note 4-get yourself a piece or two before you inform a twenty-one year male that there is cobbler on the stove.
I would of loved to have a picture of how this turned out, but it didn't last long enough for me to go get my camera.

A Little Forgotten Bowl

Sometimes things that we take for granted as being there are overlooked. Take this little bowl. I made it in the early eighties in an attempt at pottery. I figured out early that pottery was not for me, but I did manage this cute little bowl. I think it shows the beginning of the colors and shapes I would use later on, but when I made I really didn’t think about it much.

I have carried this bowl every place I have moved to since then (an astounding seven times). I placed it on my kitchen counter among an array on candles and used it as a catch all. Today I was cleaning off said counter and noticed the bowl in the light coming from the window. It was filled with stuff. Since I was cleaning I dumped the stuff out to see what was there.

Wow, memories. Let’s see…from top left…

A silver watch with rhinestones that my dad gave me. It’s just a tad too small and the battery is dead, but it is from my dad. He gave it to me the year before he died.

A small bottle of patchouli oil, bought to give me a sense of creativity (I have many of these strewed about the house).

A box of matches from July 4th (wow, what a great fireworks show in the neighborhood).

A river rock found on one of my “let’s clean out the river” excursions several years ago.

One of my favorite pair of earrings. (I wondered where they were.)

A set of toe rings (Forgot I had those).

A penny from the Bahamas (no idea where that came from. I have never been there. Love to go though).

One of my many anklets with bells for belly dancing (or just walking about the house tormenting the furry ones. Barney tries to pull them off me).

And in the middle one lone earring that my ex-fiancé bought me. (the mate was lost many, many, many moons ago).

Who could of imagined that a little forgotten bowl would of held so many memories.

Days I Cherish

Today was one of those days that I cherish. And live for. This morning I was sitting on my deck drinking my morning coffee not expecting anything out of the ordinary so of course I did not have my camera. I heard a noise and looked to see a deer emerge from the woods at the edge of my yard. It looked around, and satisfied that it was in no immediate danger, began to nibble on my lawn. I could see the shadows of more of them in the woods, but they never came out. I could of kicked myself for not having my camera, but I knew if I moved to go get it that moment would be lost. I did, however, have my phone with a camera on it. I snapped a few pics. It looked up at me as I took the pictures, but continued eating.
I sat and drunk my coffee, watching the deer contently eat until my neighbor stomped out onto his porch, slamming his door behind as he left for the day.
I checked my pics later and they did not turn out well. Bummer, I really wanted to share them.
It was such a cool day today, more like an autumn day than a day I mid-July. The high today was only 72. I spent a lot of time outside because of the coolness. I planned my fall plantings and yard décor, where I want to place a bird bath, the best place for an apple tree, and better garden placement for the Spring. I worked out there until about five, then painted some, stopping only when hunger got the best of me. After that it was near seven and time for Torchwood on BBCA. And after that, Primeval. So I don’t do too much until they go off.
So, bye. See ya’ll tomorrow.

Men, Tattoos, and Coffee Drinks

Our Ugly Pics

Mother’s Day has come and gone and now looking back at this past Sunday it really should have been called Sisters’ Day. Both of my sisters were down to visit with our Mom, but after about an hour Mom grew tired and went to rest and the various kids in the house (from my 9 year old niece to my 20 year old nephew) disappeared to do their own thing away from the prying eyes of grown-up. So us girls found our way out onto the porch to catch up. Catching up to us means discussing -the men in our lives, our brother in Florida (because he was not there to defend himself) and his weird messed up marriage, comparing our newest tattoos, checking out each others ring tones and pictures on our phones, and our favorite coffee drinks- among other things.

We really don’t live that far away-just an hour or two away from each other, but our lives keep us so busy we only get to see each other at holidays. I really love to be with Dianna and Angela and just talk, preferably at a Chinese restaurant.

It’s so funny how similar we are and yet how very different. Dianna is tall, brownish red hair and green eyed, has three girls, and works for the government. Hasn’t got a creative bone in her body. Only wants three choices when it comes to coffee drinks-iced, latte, or cappacino. Angela is tall, blond, and grey eyed. She has three boys, has a steady job as a dental technition, loves to do crafty things, wants only black coffee or a mocha fappacino, Me, I’mshorter than either of them, red haired and blue-eyed, no kids, a working artist, and I’ve tried about every drink at Starbucks and love hot tea.

But we are also the same as in we are into heavy metal music, have an addiction to tattoos, in love with Vin Desil ,and prefer cats over dogs.

Yeah, I miss my sisters when they are not here, but maybe it’s a good thing we don’t live closer to each other. I remember some of the fights we had growing up and the “heated discussions” we had as adults. Distance is good.

Twenty Things To Be Thankful For During The Holidays

1. Mistletoe with someone special under it.
2. Finding a holiday party dress that's just right.
3. The combined smells of baking cookies, a real tree, and spices.
4. My soldier boy and his comrades.
5. A hairdresser that gets me.
6. and shoes that look sexy and feel great.
7. My neighborsbor kids' laughter as they play.
8. Finally knowing what the teens in my family want for christmas.
9. My friends who are sometimes closer than my family.
10. Getting my christmas tree up and looking good without much fuss.
11. My nephew being here even though I want to slap him on the back of the head sometimes.
12. Everyone getting together for the family party.
13. and everyone when they leave the party.
14. Watching snow showers and knowing that it won't be deep enough to prevent me from going to work.
15. I also grateful that I have a job to buy christmas presents with this year.
16. Having my health this year.
17. 24 hour stores.
18. Crisp, clear winter nights with a full moon and the smell of pine and woodsmoke on the air.
19. The promise of Spring.
20. The Promise of my Lord and Savior.

First Snow and Christmas Past

Looks like we might have a white christmas this year. It's snows just alittle bit here every other day. I would love to see some snow on Christmas Day. Just not enough to keep me from getting to work later on in the week.

I really don't remember having a white Christmas in-well-decades.

I do remember one Christmas when visiting my grandparents when I was a child it snowed on Christmas. I can still see the white blanket glistening under a bright sun as we traveled familiar roads to reach their house, excited about seeing them, knowing there was all kinds on goodies awaiting us. Grandpa always had cream drops for us and Grandma baked cookies. They weren't rich and usually their presents consisted on coloring books and crayons, bubble bath, maybe night gowns that Grandma had made us girls. It was enough. Just being there with them at Christmas was what we wanted.

Thanksgiving Dinner

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