Thursday, August 28, 2008
excited by the fact that he's so excited
Friday, August 22, 2008
how to make sweet little boys

Thursday, August 21, 2008
graham cracker recipe
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/4 cups graham flour
1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
3/4 cups butter
1/3 cups granulated sugar
1/4 cups brown sugar
1/4 cups honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 large egg
Sugar and butter for optional topping
1. Mix the dry ingredients together in a medium bowl.
2. With the paddle attachment of your electric mixer, beat the cold butter until it is soft. Add the sugars and continue beating. Then add the honey, extract and egg and beat until combined.
3. Add the dry ingredients to the mixer bowl and beat until a fairly firm dough is made. Wrap the dough in plastic and place it in the refrigerator to chill.
4. When the dough is firm enough to roll, lightly dust a countertop and a rolling pin and roll the dough 1/4-inch thick. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
5. Use a ruler to mark 3-inch squares. Cut into squares with a sharp knife using the ruler as a straightedge. Use a thin metal spatula to scrape the crackers from the counter. [Alternatively, you can use cookie cutters.] Place them on a well-greased baking sheet with a margin of space to allow for spreading. Use a fork to pierce the crackers as shown.
6. Bake the crackers for ten minutes or until the edges just start to brown. Remove them to a wire rack to cool.
These crackers are only lightly sweet. For a sweeter version, just before baking the crackers, brush the tops with melted butter. Sprinkle granulated sugar over the buttered tops.
Baker’s note: Graham flour is a whole wheat flour with lots of fiber from the wheat hull left in. You can substitute your favorite whole wheat flour if you prefer. Different wheat flours will lend a little different texture to the crackers.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
what's been going on
Oh, and I've been wasting time on Facebook. Look me up if you're there. (why do I do this?)
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
spooky, right?

I grew up in Vista.
My parents grew up in Vista.
I actually had a teacher in high school who also taught my parents and my aunt.
Yeah, small town.
A town the husband and I never imagined living in again.
But, here we are.
And, as it appears by today's discovery, it was destiny.
Strange, right?
Monday, August 04, 2008
spoiled rotten
Saturday, August 02, 2008
apples
my little boy will not eat apples that are all green.
apples must be the perfect blend of red and green.
the apples must also be peeled.
Friday, August 01, 2008
soul search
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
don't know why this was such a tough one
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
dragging my feet

Friday, July 25, 2008
zippered pouches
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
avoid the Walmart
And some gardening - this glorious stem broke off from my Dill plant while watering yesterday (it looks like a fireworks explosion!)...
And then a little sewing. Was tired of fishing around for sunglasses in the bottom of my bag only to find them smudged, scratched and bent. So, voila, sunglass case...
2 hours later...
Another lovely visit to the local Walmart. It's always such a pleasant experience! First of all, I always go in and out through the garden department - it's just less depressing that way. So there's this young, punk Walmart employee yelling at the 65+ year old greeter woman because she has a shopping cart parked adjacent to the garden center gate where she trims plants while doing her "Hello! Welcome to Walmart!!!" bit. I'm always so uncomfortable with those greeters, but I'll admit that it is pretty decent of Walmart to have such positions for these retirees who probably need the money but can't really handle much more. So, this punkass is telling her it's a tripping hazard to have her cart there, and she rattles off something in Spanish to the cashier which just sends the punk employee off. "Don't talk behind my back!" Give me a break. He makes a big old stink of it, yelling, "Don't talk behind my back," the entire walk back into the store. First of all, this woman has been doing this for at least the past 4 years that I've had the pleasure of shopping at this particular Walmart and I don't think that there's been a tripping incident in that time or she wouldn't still be doing it. Secondly, she's actually doing something with the time she's working rather than walking around picking fights with co-workers. Third, she's trimming off the dead flowers/leaves and probably making these plants desirable, whereas they wouldn't sell if she didn't. Fourth, every friggin' time I go to Walmart there are ladders or carts or what-have-you sitting in the middle of the aisle from employees who have decided to take a break in the middle of stocking the shelves. Talk about a tripping hazard! So, Mr. Punk This-Is-My-Summer-Job Walmart Man, leave my Walmart greeter alone! To top all this off, while I'm unloading my cart in the parking lot (listening to a man a few cars down scream at the top of his lungs at his kids), Mr. Diesel-Truck fires up his engine right next to me while unloading his cart - presumably so the cab would be nice and cool when he got in. Thanks, I haven't had my shot of carbon monoxide yet today. Give me a break! Have you heard about a little thing called the ozone layer?!?!? As God as my witness, I will never shop at Walmart again!!! These people come out of the woodworks and they all end up at Walmart.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
goldfish





