‘Tis The Season (Well, less than 24 hours)
And The Winner of 20 Free Cookies is……
As promised, here is the video of the winner of our 20 fee cookies drawing for May 20th. Thanks for participating!
Time to celebrate! 20 years ago in April we started in our home certified kitchen as Brookie’s Cookies.
This Time I’m Really Gonna Do It!
I have been threatening to paint our dull, dingy family room for quite some time now, but certain members of the family like the status quo, and I like certain family members; hence the long-standing stand-off on the delicate subject of painting.
But now I am casting off the restraining restraint of status and his partner in crime, quo to bask in the glorious freedom of making a unilateral, uninformed, independent decision. Not totally uninformed; I have some colors in mind. But I am not sure where to put which colors, and so will decide by experimentation and possibly, the luck of the draw.
I love doing it this way; you choose a wall and then, wearing a good, sturdy blindfold (actually this part is optional) you mix up all of your paint cans and then choose one randomly. This becomes the color you put on your first wall. Proceeding from there, the room becomes a one-of-a-kind, creatively conceived imaginarium!
Ok, I confess, that is not really how I intend to do it. But it still sounds like a good plan, when you don’t yet have a plan in place, since you’ve been using the family room as a sick room for a week, and that’s what you are, sick of the color of the very paint in this room that has suddenly become unimaginably boring and dull!
But I digress; I ventured out to Walmart and just “happened” to be looking at paint chips. I found the most luscious color combinations, and decided then and there that I was going to take the plunge and update the tired old color scheme of our family room.
So—who wants to help me paint?
Some Sick Thoughts (I’m sick, not my thoughts…)
It is again late and I am feeling chatty. But since everyone in my house (“everyone” having dwindled down to just 3 people) except me is sleeping, I will have to tell my secrets to you.
Not secrets, really. Just the thoughts rumbling along the back roads of my tired mind. Thoughts like, I wonder why my chicken noodle soup looks like vomit. I only cooked it for 3 hours, then stuck it in the freezer, thawed it 4 days later, and cooked it (boiled it, actually) for a couple of hours while I watched a movie, forgetting about it entirely as I sat staring zombie-eyed at the Odessa Files. Good movie, by the way. But not good for my soup, simmering there unattended for a bit too long. I discovered, however, that you cannot ruin chicken noodle soup. It may have looked disintegrated, but it tasted fabulous. Especially when you’re sick and not feeling like eating anything too sophisticated. Just needed a couple shakes each of salt and pepper, and it was delish. I actually ate two whole bowls of it. I just tried not to look at it.
Another thought: When sick in bed, the best sound in the world is the laughter of 4 teen-age girls giggling over peanut butter sandwiches. Hearing one of my daughters friends ask, “Do you have any milk?”; my daughter answering in the affirmative, then a loud, “Expiration date February 17?! Uh, never mind!” Finding out later that they DID find the unexpired milk without any help from yours truly, and loving the fact that my daughter has such good friends.
World-shaking thoughts like these vie for expression, and if not deliberately set free will find some other way to trickle out at unexpected moments. I think I need to spend more time with my women friends, just talking and getting those random, mundane, profound, brain-fart thoughts out of the way so I have room for the really important stuff, like why do we have 8 freezers FULL of cookies but no candy in this house?!
