Awww, the late 70s. There's just nothing that compares to this era.
The fashions. The hair styles. Well, everything.
And in my first of hopefully many installments of Throw-Back Thursday posts,
I give you....
my four sisters and me.
Left to right, Robin(she's still this skinny) Me (I think we all can agree that I haven't changed at all) Kindel(good gracious, that hair...it does look way better now days) Dana (though she remains the tallest and most modelesque of us all, we have somewhat caught up with her in size) Keri(the youngest and most tormented of us all, poor girl)
Oh golly, that was fun.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some damage-control to do with a certain four ladies.
As I mentioned recently, we downgraded our satellite TV package to the lowest we could get.
And quite frankly, I *almost* think we could handle just fine doing away with it altogether. *ALMOST*
That DVR thing is like crack though.
Oh how it is a lifesaver with little children around.
If I had a nickle for each time we had to back up to hear the weather forecast again...and again... because certain loud-mouth babes were yammering on, I'd be one rich little lady.
So for now, we're keeping that sucker.
And we've also delved into the world of Netflix.
I know. We're so whimsical and crazy, right?
But we can only get the DVDs by mail because our primitive internet isn't fast enough for the live-stream. That's just how it is here on Little House on the Prairie. Or as my friend Mary calls it, Sherwood Forest.
Far be it for me to feel sorry for myself. I do have me some nice indoor plumbing and modern appliances, and they aren't even on my front porch.
Life is good.
My point in all this is this.
I'm all ears to hearing about your favorite movie recommendations!
They must be family-friendly. Very, very, very family friendly.
Drop by rounded tablespoons onto cookie sheet. Bake at 400 degrees for 9-10 minutes.
They are so delicious.
And about the butter/shortening. The original recipe calls for all butter. But look, I grew up in the 70's when butter became taboo. I loves me some margarine. And shortening. I know, I know. Don't scorn me. I'm trying to change my ways. I just don't like the flavor of all butter in my cookies. Plus, shortening makes cookies more fluffy. I loves me some fluffy. But by all means, use what you like. End of story.
It finally snowed here. It melted about 23 minutes later, but the kids hurried up and went out to enjoy it.
And enjoy it, they did. Especially Isaiah, as you can see.
My dishwasher had a malfunction. So my amazingly talented husband fixed it. Then the plug in my laundry room stopped working. So my amazingly talented husband fixed it. He saves us millions of dollars by being so handy. He's so dreamy that way.
And yes, he was packing heat. He's so sexy that way.
And yes, as a matter of fact we do cling to our guns and our religion.
We went to this new little bistro in the small town we live near. That sounds really fancy. And the food was fancy. But the atmosphere was rustic, as it was an old farm house. Which was very charming.
And Justin Beiber served us our salad.
Being a new place, there were a lot of kinks to work out. A LOT. It took 30 minutes just to get our salad. But it was SO delicious. Thanks, Justin.
Altogether we were there for 1 1/2 hours. They kept apologizing. We just laughed at the fact that we were just a few minutes from home, yet able to stay AWAY for so long.
I guess you have to have six kids to understand that.
I positively loved hearing of all YOUR V-Day plans in your comments yesterday! Two of you had dentist appointments. One of you had a mammogram. And many other interesting things that made me laugh. Oh, you crazy gals!
There are days that blog post ideas escape me. So I look around and ask myself, "Hey, Lori...what could you photograph that could turn into a blog post?"
And on Wednesday I answered, "Hey, Lori...your lunch looks pretty yummy today, take a pic of that and tell the people about it."
So, people...here is what I had for lunch on Wednesday, February 8, 2012.
Little pizzas made from French Bread (no, I didn't make the bread...it's pure, unadulterated dead-bread from Walmart) topped with sauce, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, feta and mozzarella cheeses. With some Italian seasoning and garlic sprinkled atop.
Sorry, no step by step photos on how to make this. I think it's pretty self-explanatory.
And what interesting lunches have YOU had this week? Do tell.
On Monday I went to meet with our CPA to go over all our tax stuff. It was loaded with fun, as tax discussions usually are. We once had a tax guy named Elmer who was about 87 years old. And he stuttered. Boy, was he a blast. I will never understand a person who CHOOSES to sit behind a desk and crunch numbers. Warped and twisted, I tell ya.
Anyway, it occurred to me on the 40 minute drive over there that our very favorite Chinese restaurant is just across the street from the exciting and fun-filled CPA firm. And my appointment would end, just after noon. I resolved that in order to restore my joy after the mundane appointment, I would run over and get some lunch. By myself. Don't tell the others.
I was in a hurry so I got it to go. Have you ever eaten Sesame Chicken and steamed rice in the car? That's exactly what I did. I'm pretty skilled and coordinated. But you already knew that. I did save the hot and sour soup the half-eaten egg roll for later.
As I was driving towards my neighbors' house to pick up the little kids, I realized I was about to be busted. My elicit MSG rendezvous, exposed. Quick, how do I hide the smell of Chinese food from Chinese children?
I did what any good mother would do. I wiped the sauce off my chin and devised a plan. I put everything in a plastic sack, tied it up tightly and rolled all the windows down to air out the car.
But there simply is no way to mask one's guilt, I soon learned. There's a sermon there somewhere. Lucy knew instantly something was askew. I had to fess-up. But I played it down. Way down.
"Oh, that? (insert nervous laugh) That's nothing... just a little soup...and stuff...really, it's no big deal. It's Mommy's treat. You got to go to play at the neighbors' house... and Mommy got to have a nice lunch." The deal was completely equal in my mind.
Fast forward to Tuesday. The leftover soup and egg roll were beckoning me. But I had to devise another plan, so not to have to split my remaining Bag-O-Chinese-food, three ways.
So here I sit, in my closet as I indulge in my left-over soup and half-eaten egg roll. Trying not to be discovered again.
I hope you all have a fabulous day, filled with secretive meals and snacks in your closet.
*And yes, I did in fact photoshop my pics. I felt I should glam-down the way I looked because, you know, I am so darn tired of ALL those modeling scouts calling constantly. I'm not interesting in your run-way deals, man. I'm just a regular mom with a regular life. Yes, that's it.
Go anywhere on the world wide web and I'll bet there isn't one single person who is blogging about what I am bringing to you today.
The facts are:
1. I'm tired.
2. I'm not in a blogging mood.
3. And well, my mind works in weird and mysterious ways.
So here's my subject of the day:
My Favorite Smells By Lori
*Not in any particular order
1. New tires. Actually, tire stores. I like to be submerged in the smell of black rubber. And other car accessories.
2. Lumber I absolutely love to go to Home Depot and stand amidst the 2x4's. I'm not even kidding. It smells delicious and wonderful. Please inform me if you ever find a lumber-girl perfume.
3. Mimeograph Papers You know, like in second grade when your teacher had to run down to the office to "run off" some worksheets... then came back and passed them out, and they were still wet...and smelled divine? Yeah, I loved that. But it's forever gone, this side of heaven.
Ok, that's the end of my smells post. I have others, but I'll save those for another day.
I sure hope your Monday is turning out wonderfully... and that it's filled with your favorite aromas.
Last summer I was thinking how nice it would be to have a stove in the garage to cook with when it's blistering hot out, so not to heat up the house. Well, we decided to keep our eye out for a good used one, but didn't give it much more thought. Nor did we ever make an effort to look for one.
Well, as I've started baking a ton of bread, I've revisited the hope of getting another stove. I prayed about it. But again, it was one of those things that I didn't put much thought into.
So K-man has been working on a big kitchen remodel job (he's an electrical contractor) and told me nonchalantly that the people were getting rid of their old stove and asked me if I wanted him to offer to buy it. I said sure, if we could get it for about $50-100. So then I started praying that the people would want to sell it to us. And the more I prayed, the more the Lord led me to pray to get it for FREE. FREE? Ok, God....please provide it to us for FREE. A few days went by.
Guess what husband came last night?
An almost-new stove, that has hardly been used. Nary a scratch or speck of dirt.
You know, as I was making my bread yesterday I prayed, "Lord, help me to sell this bread." Well, that was really only a half-hearted prayer because... how was that going to happen? I really didn't see how. And I didn't give it a whole lot of thought after that.
Oh, ye of little faith!
All three loaves, SOLD. In fact, I oversold. I will now be baking on Saturday to take to my friend at church.
Oh, that God...He's pretty amazing at His job.
So this morning, the littles and I are off to the new women's Bible study at church.
Oh, how I loves me some Beth Moore! And fellowship with womens!
Have YOU done this study yet?
And then we're coming right back home to bake some bread. Because I have none made (anymore) for my family.
That's a good problem to have, under the circumstances.
Happy Thursday, Everyone!!
GOD IS GOOD.
"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat of the bread of idleness. Proverbs 31:27