Our kitty likes to play a fun little 'game' at night sometimes. You see.. she sleeps in the bathroom. She's done that since she was a kitten and seems to enjoy it. She sits in our entry way looking longingly down the hallway every night all the while waiting on 10 pm when we promptly put her to bed in her bathroom.
But if we happen to be late getting her in there it's a whole different story.
If we're late, she just gives up on us and hides under the bed. And nothing can drag her out of there. It's a king sized bed, and she burrows up in places we can't reach and just looks at us. I think she's mentally sticking out her tongue at us. I'm pretty sure that's what that look means.
Anyhoo...
Last night was one of those nights we didn't get the queen into her throne room fast enough to please her and she ran under the bed. bummer. We looked at her and reached for her to no avail, naturally. So we settled in for our sleep knowing at some point in the night she would come out and make a nuisance of herself and one of us.. well *I* would wake up, nab her and toss her in the loo for the remainder of the night. Usually she pounces a foot or purrs near our heads. Ya know... something like that.
But oh no... not last night! The only thing I remembered was her walking on top of the covers between my legs all the way up and then feeling her spin around and plop down and make a pillow out of my tail end. I was sleeping on my stomach, so I had to do some fancy work to get myself up and twisted around so I could get my hands on Stinkerbell. I did... finally.... and got her 'tossed' for the night. But not before I gave her a little smooch on the head as I carried her away.
I'm pretty sure I heard her laughing under her breath! What a night. What a kitty!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
and tastes a lot better too!
I've been digging through recipes and making copies of some easy favorites for a friend. So it's got me thinkin' about some things I haven't made in a while.
One of the things I used to make quite often is a homemade spaghetti sauce with meat. It is soo good and its homemade.. AND it's got no high fructose corn syrup or any of the other nasties that come in jar sauces.
Just some good taste! And you can say "yes, I made the sauce" because everyone will ask since it tastes a lot better than out of a can or jar!
And the smell in the house will make everyone count the minutes til dinner's ready!
Ya ready?! Here goes:
1 pound hamburger meat, browned and drained
2 cans chopped tomato 14 ounces each
2 cans tomato sauce 8 ounces each
1 cup water
1/2 cup chopped onion or 2 tablespoons dried onion
2 cloves garlic or 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon parsley flakes
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon thyme
1 bay leaf
Brown the meat. Add the rest of the ingredients. Bring to a boil. Simmer uncovered 2 hours, stirring occasionally.
Note: I have a set of 1/c cup sized Rubbermaid containers and I get out all the ingredients and measure into each one. This way, I only have to get all of that stuff out and measure the ingredients for it every 4th or 5th time. Pretty smart, huh?! Then when it's time to make spaghetti, I brown the meat, add the dry stuff from my little container, the tomato stuff and water, stir and go.
It's easier than Hamburger Helper and tastes a lot better, too!
For more tasty recipes, go to www.ithrowlikeagirl.com
One of the things I used to make quite often is a homemade spaghetti sauce with meat. It is soo good and its homemade.. AND it's got no high fructose corn syrup or any of the other nasties that come in jar sauces.
Just some good taste! And you can say "yes, I made the sauce" because everyone will ask since it tastes a lot better than out of a can or jar!
And the smell in the house will make everyone count the minutes til dinner's ready!
Ya ready?! Here goes:
1 pound hamburger meat, browned and drained
2 cans chopped tomato 14 ounces each
2 cans tomato sauce 8 ounces each
1 cup water
1/2 cup chopped onion or 2 tablespoons dried onion
2 cloves garlic or 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon parsley flakes
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon thyme
1 bay leaf
Brown the meat. Add the rest of the ingredients. Bring to a boil. Simmer uncovered 2 hours, stirring occasionally.
Note: I have a set of 1/c cup sized Rubbermaid containers and I get out all the ingredients and measure into each one. This way, I only have to get all of that stuff out and measure the ingredients for it every 4th or 5th time. Pretty smart, huh?! Then when it's time to make spaghetti, I brown the meat, add the dry stuff from my little container, the tomato stuff and water, stir and go.
It's easier than Hamburger Helper and tastes a lot better, too!
For more tasty recipes, go to www.ithrowlikeagirl.com
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Welcome!
Welcome to Notes from the Wall. As I said before, I was realizing that I didn't like several things about my old blog.. the name being one. haha! So I decided it was as good a time as any to change things up a bit. I thought long and hard about names and other things and decided to go ahead and make the jump. I hope to get my little bloggy self blinged up sometime, but til then I'll have to settle for the plain template thing. lol But thanks for making the jump with me.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
through the trees
We decided at the spur of the moment to go see fireworks last night. Since we're both pretty uninterested in crowds, we picked a nice place in a vacant lot up the street. We were the first ones there. By the time the show started, we weren't the only ones there. But that was ok. We heard fireworks before we saw them. They were on the other side of "those trees". We hoisted Boo on top of the van and she got a better view than we did. But we enjoyed sitting in the back of the van watching what we could see over the tops of the trees. It was one of those 'note to self: park over there next time' kinda moments. But it was spontaneous and fun.
This morning we decided to get out. So we went to the zoo. We got there when it opened and there weren't very many people there for about the first hour. We routinely skip some areas, but today checked those things out, so it was a bit of a new experience for us. And then the park filled up some more by noon. We were hot, tired looking for animals through the trees and tired of the crowds, so we left. Another spontaneous, fun thing.
Happy Fourth, Y'all!
This morning we decided to get out. So we went to the zoo. We got there when it opened and there weren't very many people there for about the first hour. We routinely skip some areas, but today checked those things out, so it was a bit of a new experience for us. And then the park filled up some more by noon. We were hot, tired looking for animals through the trees and tired of the crowds, so we left. Another spontaneous, fun thing.
Happy Fourth, Y'all!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
then and now
Way back in the 'olden days' catching up on the news meant clicking on Foxnews or the local news web site and reading about all the bad news in the world. But NOW catching up on news means clicking on 'my blogs' and catching up with everybody's goings on. I counted today and even I was a little surprised at how many blogs I frequent. Guess how many! Are you ready?! Drum roll......
sixty!!!
Jiminy Crickets! I just about died when I finished my count. But every one is interesting. And I get something from each one.... or I wouldn't bother with it, ya know? I enjoy the sense of community 'out there' in blogville. I enjoy being able to interact with someone I will never meet, even if just for a short comment or a small word of encouragement. I like that. Today, we seem less connected to people than ever, but total strangers from across the country (or world for that matter) can read another woman's thoughts and encourage her and pray for her.
How cool is that?!
sixty!!!
Jiminy Crickets! I just about died when I finished my count. But every one is interesting. And I get something from each one.... or I wouldn't bother with it, ya know? I enjoy the sense of community 'out there' in blogville. I enjoy being able to interact with someone I will never meet, even if just for a short comment or a small word of encouragement. I like that. Today, we seem less connected to people than ever, but total strangers from across the country (or world for that matter) can read another woman's thoughts and encourage her and pray for her.
How cool is that?!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
just be
There is so much going on right now. Death. People are sick. There are hurting and lost ones all around us. I could go on and on. The list of prayer requests is about as long as my arm. It can be overwhelming. And all these people need prayer.. all these people need to know and feel His presence in a real way.
And yet so do I.
I can't pray *for* anything unless I've just prayed to pray. I know I need more of Him to be of any use in the prayer room. So often we.. and I do mean I... can come before God with my list of stuff. The sick people. The people who are hurting. The ones who need Him. And that is good. But not until I've come before Him myself. For myself. Not to ask for anything, but just to worship and listen and just be.
And it's very often in these times He chooses to reveal His will regarding 'the list' and then praying for others is more effective.
Father, please help me to be still and listen. To be willing to wait for what you want to say, rather than say "I think I'm feeling what you want" or whatever we say when we're in a rush. I know you are always speaking and always wanting us to hear. Please help me to just be.
And yet so do I.
I can't pray *for* anything unless I've just prayed to pray. I know I need more of Him to be of any use in the prayer room. So often we.. and I do mean I... can come before God with my list of stuff. The sick people. The people who are hurting. The ones who need Him. And that is good. But not until I've come before Him myself. For myself. Not to ask for anything, but just to worship and listen and just be.
And it's very often in these times He chooses to reveal His will regarding 'the list' and then praying for others is more effective.
Father, please help me to be still and listen. To be willing to wait for what you want to say, rather than say "I think I'm feeling what you want" or whatever we say when we're in a rush. I know you are always speaking and always wanting us to hear. Please help me to just be.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
drained
Today was the funeral for the little girl with cancer I mentioned Wednesday. This was the only other (child) viewing I've been to other than the one for my own son. It doesn't get any easier. (I've been to one other memorial though, for a friend we met at the hospital. Their son lost his battle too.)
Everything was beautiful and perfect and sweet and loving and just wonderful.
My husband and daughter stayed home because I really didn't think she would of been able to handle it...and she let me know she did NOT want to go.. and I wasn't going to force something like this on her! Now that I've been to this, I *know* she couldn't of handled it. I bumped into a lady I used to work with a zillion years ago and she and I talked and sat together. She is such a sweetie. We talked about this family and about my loss as well. She asked me things most people probably wouldn't even want to discuss. What did my child wear in his casket... stuffed animals etc? So I tearfully, yet with joy at the remembrance of my own child/loss described some detail of our own experience while looking at this little girl, this sleeping beauty. It brought everything back like it was yesterday. The flowers, a song, her protocol described (similar, not exact), pictures of her with a little bald head and what I call 'the chemo look' these kids get sometimes, when their counts are low and their eyes look sad.. on and on.
I am beginning to think I might try to document more details. We never wrote anything down and I didn't blog at that time. We just lived it and that was enough at the time. I don't know who if anybody I'd be writing for, other than myself. But I am thinking I might start doing that soon.
To answer my friend's questions. He wore his favorite pajamas. What do you put a four year old in... a three piece suit??? not! He loved jammies and he and his sister had some of their most fun times running around in their pj's. He held one of his lesser favorite stuffed Beanie Baby kitties. The two favorites are in my china cabinet in the living room. And he also held a blankie. I could part with one.. he had six. lol He looked beautiful. As did she today.
When it was over, I stopped at a park, pulled in under a tree, left the A/C blaring and cried and cried til my whole body hurt. Then dried my face and hands with an already wet Kleenex. For some dumb reason I looked at myself in the mirror. Shouldn't of done that. Any trace of makeup was washed away at that point. Whatever.
I am drained.
Everything was beautiful and perfect and sweet and loving and just wonderful.
My husband and daughter stayed home because I really didn't think she would of been able to handle it...and she let me know she did NOT want to go.. and I wasn't going to force something like this on her! Now that I've been to this, I *know* she couldn't of handled it. I bumped into a lady I used to work with a zillion years ago and she and I talked and sat together. She is such a sweetie. We talked about this family and about my loss as well. She asked me things most people probably wouldn't even want to discuss. What did my child wear in his casket... stuffed animals etc? So I tearfully, yet with joy at the remembrance of my own child/loss described some detail of our own experience while looking at this little girl, this sleeping beauty. It brought everything back like it was yesterday. The flowers, a song, her protocol described (similar, not exact), pictures of her with a little bald head and what I call 'the chemo look' these kids get sometimes, when their counts are low and their eyes look sad.. on and on.
I am beginning to think I might try to document more details. We never wrote anything down and I didn't blog at that time. We just lived it and that was enough at the time. I don't know who if anybody I'd be writing for, other than myself. But I am thinking I might start doing that soon.
To answer my friend's questions. He wore his favorite pajamas. What do you put a four year old in... a three piece suit??? not! He loved jammies and he and his sister had some of their most fun times running around in their pj's. He held one of his lesser favorite stuffed Beanie Baby kitties. The two favorites are in my china cabinet in the living room. And he also held a blankie. I could part with one.. he had six. lol He looked beautiful. As did she today.
When it was over, I stopped at a park, pulled in under a tree, left the A/C blaring and cried and cried til my whole body hurt. Then dried my face and hands with an already wet Kleenex. For some dumb reason I looked at myself in the mirror. Shouldn't of done that. Any trace of makeup was washed away at that point. Whatever.
I am drained.
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