this blog is about lots of different things, mostly it is about me- which is as it should be! (self-indulgence is awesome, no?)however, i don't think i need to review my year with you- you've been here all year, you know it's been kind to the mooklettes...
as a universe, i don't think the 00's have been great(unjustified war, torture, subverting the constitution, etc), and this year, in particular, has stolen a great deal of entertainers and others. so, i totally get everyone getting excited about the 10's...
in our little corner of the world, the 10's will bring a great deal of change and it is more than a little unsettling/thrilling. obviously, none of us know what is coming next, but life unfolds in some predictable patterns- sometimes...
by the time this decade is over, i will be turning 50, our kids will have gone to college and c. will be a teenager! along the way, there will be many more changes large and small to cope with.
no matter what comes down the pike, i will try to appreciate it in the moment and be thankful for the many, many blessings that come our way.
so, thank you for traveling this road with me- whether i've met you *for real* or not! i am a lucky girl looking down the long end of a new decade...
peace
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
grape Hi-C, pipes, beer in a goblet, and cribbage
my godfather passed away this week, and while i am joyous for him that he has found the peace that alluded him and that there was no lengthy illness, i just need to take a moment and recognize that a gigantic chapter of my life is closed.
aunt Bette and uncle Don are fixtures in my life. my mom's sis and her husband. my godparents. my faux grandparents, as i didn't really have any. unfortunately aunt bette died almost 20 years ago, and uncle don's passing bring back every bit of the anguish I feel at having lost her, too.
the thought of the house in richfield being empty after so many years makes me weep. it is the only house i have deep attachments to, as we moved homes so many times when i was young. i use to love sneaking out to the kitchen really early in the morning to have breakfast with my uncle.it was the only time i got to have grape hi-c.(the kind out of the metal can) i didn't love getting woken up early for Sunday Mass, but i did love the chocolate chip buckwheat pancakes that aunt bette made after.
then it was out to play in the back yard. if it was winter, they would rubber band bread bags to my feet to keep them dry. in warmer weather, there was a huge apple tree to explore and no fence around the yard to keep me in.
in later years, it was listening to wcco on the radio, playing cribbage and i still liked blowing out their matches from their cigarettes or from his glorious pipe- nothing smelled better than that pipe.
shortly after i started dating my husband, aunt bette passed away, but on my wedding day, i had breakfast with uncle don- just like always and he was there for visits as i started my own family. my kids remember him as the purveyor of lemon drops.
i have my godparents to thank for my love of reading, radio, erma bombeck and games, and a boundless love of a little girl.
that is what i'll remember
peace
aunt Bette and uncle Don are fixtures in my life. my mom's sis and her husband. my godparents. my faux grandparents, as i didn't really have any. unfortunately aunt bette died almost 20 years ago, and uncle don's passing bring back every bit of the anguish I feel at having lost her, too.
the thought of the house in richfield being empty after so many years makes me weep. it is the only house i have deep attachments to, as we moved homes so many times when i was young. i use to love sneaking out to the kitchen really early in the morning to have breakfast with my uncle.it was the only time i got to have grape hi-c.(the kind out of the metal can) i didn't love getting woken up early for Sunday Mass, but i did love the chocolate chip buckwheat pancakes that aunt bette made after.
then it was out to play in the back yard. if it was winter, they would rubber band bread bags to my feet to keep them dry. in warmer weather, there was a huge apple tree to explore and no fence around the yard to keep me in.
in later years, it was listening to wcco on the radio, playing cribbage and i still liked blowing out their matches from their cigarettes or from his glorious pipe- nothing smelled better than that pipe.
shortly after i started dating my husband, aunt bette passed away, but on my wedding day, i had breakfast with uncle don- just like always and he was there for visits as i started my own family. my kids remember him as the purveyor of lemon drops.
i have my godparents to thank for my love of reading, radio, erma bombeck and games, and a boundless love of a little girl.
that is what i'll remember
peace
Monday, December 14, 2009
ode to my running buddy*
...except it won't be a poem...i'm not that creative...
it has been 3 years since, in a fit of frustration at being heavy from having the baby & never having successfully run more than a block, i said i wanted to run a half-marathon.
exactly one person in the universe thought i meant it: kath.
in the time that has passed since, her faith in me has sustained me over thousands (literally) of miles, aches and pains, hitting the wall, and anytime that i lost faith in myself.
for real, she looked at me huffing & puffing away and told me i was awesome, that i could do whatever i wanted as long as just kept getting out there. on race days, she leaves me gu and gatorade, she made her hubby drive 30 mi to find body glide for me.during races, she helps keep my head in the game. when we don't run together, we text each other words of support.
most importantly, she saw in me what i certainly did not see in myself. words can really never repay my gratitude at her willingness to step up.
along the way something wonderful happened: no, it isn't all the weight i lost (i didn't) or the medals i've won (haven't- only finisher medals). it is something worth so much more and yet, invaluable at the same time: we became really good friends. we opened our hearts to each other, have seen each other at our best and worst, and talked through every single problem imaginable and laughed and laughed and laughed.
she is a gift.
- peace
*running buddy: actual person who runs with you, not the euphemism for, well, never mind...
it has been 3 years since, in a fit of frustration at being heavy from having the baby & never having successfully run more than a block, i said i wanted to run a half-marathon.
exactly one person in the universe thought i meant it: kath.
in the time that has passed since, her faith in me has sustained me over thousands (literally) of miles, aches and pains, hitting the wall, and anytime that i lost faith in myself.
for real, she looked at me huffing & puffing away and told me i was awesome, that i could do whatever i wanted as long as just kept getting out there. on race days, she leaves me gu and gatorade, she made her hubby drive 30 mi to find body glide for me.during races, she helps keep my head in the game. when we don't run together, we text each other words of support.
most importantly, she saw in me what i certainly did not see in myself. words can really never repay my gratitude at her willingness to step up.
along the way something wonderful happened: no, it isn't all the weight i lost (i didn't) or the medals i've won (haven't- only finisher medals). it is something worth so much more and yet, invaluable at the same time: we became really good friends. we opened our hearts to each other, have seen each other at our best and worst, and talked through every single problem imaginable and laughed and laughed and laughed.
she is a gift.
- peace
*running buddy: actual person who runs with you, not the euphemism for, well, never mind...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
erma
"It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else."
i am not exactly sure why, but this time of year, i find myself thinking of and remembering erma bombeck. for me she is in a pantheon of women that i hold in very high esteem. this might seem odd, as i was never really part of her demographic, but her voice speaks to me, she moves me, she soothes my soul, and most importantly, she makes me laugh out loud.
i think i like her because she was honest about her short comings and wise enough to poke fun at herself before any one else could. she understood the value of getting the right line out there and making people laugh- she understood that it makes one powerful.
i admire her because she had her priorities straight and kept those priorities in order for her whole life. in other words, she did not bullshit. she made her choices, she owned her choices, and when it became crucial- she stood tall for the rights of other women to make their choices.
erma knew that women were made strong because they held the power that could change the world- they raised the next generations. she was wise enough to know that your husband could be a true partner and that raising boys into men counted as much toward equaling the playing field as raising girls to women.
i love her for honoring her marriage, putting her kids first, starting her career at nearly 40, for letting me know that coming up short is just the way it goes sometimes.
do you really know her story? do you know that she joined forces with other women and went on the road to try to get the ERA passed? do you know that she was an amazing daughter right to the end of her life? do you know that when she desperately needed a kidney, and could have used fame or money to secure one, she didn't?
as thanksgiving approaches, one the many things i will be thankful for is women like her who illuminate a path for those of us coming after.
"When I stand before God at the end of my life,I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say,'I used everything you gave me.'"
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
favorite quote
in an effort to post more, and connect more often, just thought i would post one of my favorite quotes...
that puts the biggest damn smile on my face...
-peace
operation self-esteem; day fucking one
- elizabeth gilbert eat, pray, love
that puts the biggest damn smile on my face...
-peace
Saturday, September 12, 2009
this health care thing is making me nuts
our President came to the people and spoke the truth. the right's response? call him a liar. brilliant. why don't they just put their fingers in their ears and stamp their feet?
the fact that there are people elected to represent americans that are against providing those very people who elected them the same health coverage they enjoy is disgusting.
here is what i believe and, more importantly, what i am willing to pay for: health care for every american citizen.
enough said. peace.
the fact that there are people elected to represent americans that are against providing those very people who elected them the same health coverage they enjoy is disgusting.
here is what i believe and, more importantly, what i am willing to pay for: health care for every american citizen.
enough said. peace.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Why I am Troubled by Patrick J. Buchanan
...and you should be, too.
An open letter to Patrick J. Buchanan
Dear Mr. Buchanan:
I'm writing you this letter, which I will forward to MSNBC, because I find your presence on television to be so disturbing that I can no longer be silent. After watching you for too many years to count, whether it was on CNN, McLaughlin Group or currently on MSNBC, I have become increasingly concerned about the hatred you carry for others and freely put on display, as though other people's lives are some sort of esoteric game and the kind of rhetoric you both write and verbalize has no effect.
You, sir, are a Catholic and yet, seem to violate our most basic tenets for sport. The whole "Do onto others as you would have done onto you" concept seems completely lost on you. You, sir, are Jesuit trained. You have been taught to think, to question, to articulate, but also to consider the least of your brothers, to be concerned about social justice and to accept all people as God's own children.
In spite of the exceptional training you received, you seem to have spent your life turning your back on it. I have no quarrel with genuine conservatism, but hatred of others disguised as conservatism is morally bankrupt. Your recent attacks on the ability of Judge Sonia Sotomayor are not based in reason or fact, but are the straw-man you use to decry your perception that white men have somehow gotten the short end of the stick in this country. I am white and I am raising two white men. They see the world as a place where everyone belongs and hard work will be rewarded. They do not think they are somehow cheated from success by the success of others. They learned that from their folks and from our Church.
To decry others as out to get you, to dig up dirt on opponents, to scream or write invective filled arguments designed to malign, to incite others to follow your lead and hate people who do not share your story is to deny that God does, in fact, live in them as well as you.
You have helped to divide us as country for the past 40+ years by demonizing others. I do not decry your right to free speech, but I do lament that you have dedicated so much of your life to squandering the precious gift of that right that was paid for with the blood of others.
An open letter to Patrick J. Buchanan
Dear Mr. Buchanan:
I'm writing you this letter, which I will forward to MSNBC, because I find your presence on television to be so disturbing that I can no longer be silent. After watching you for too many years to count, whether it was on CNN, McLaughlin Group or currently on MSNBC, I have become increasingly concerned about the hatred you carry for others and freely put on display, as though other people's lives are some sort of esoteric game and the kind of rhetoric you both write and verbalize has no effect.
You, sir, are a Catholic and yet, seem to violate our most basic tenets for sport. The whole "Do onto others as you would have done onto you" concept seems completely lost on you. You, sir, are Jesuit trained. You have been taught to think, to question, to articulate, but also to consider the least of your brothers, to be concerned about social justice and to accept all people as God's own children.
In spite of the exceptional training you received, you seem to have spent your life turning your back on it. I have no quarrel with genuine conservatism, but hatred of others disguised as conservatism is morally bankrupt. Your recent attacks on the ability of Judge Sonia Sotomayor are not based in reason or fact, but are the straw-man you use to decry your perception that white men have somehow gotten the short end of the stick in this country. I am white and I am raising two white men. They see the world as a place where everyone belongs and hard work will be rewarded. They do not think they are somehow cheated from success by the success of others. They learned that from their folks and from our Church.
To decry others as out to get you, to dig up dirt on opponents, to scream or write invective filled arguments designed to malign, to incite others to follow your lead and hate people who do not share your story is to deny that God does, in fact, live in them as well as you.
You have helped to divide us as country for the past 40+ years by demonizing others. I do not decry your right to free speech, but I do lament that you have dedicated so much of your life to squandering the precious gift of that right that was paid for with the blood of others.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A Public Option
well, while i would prefer a "single-payer" health plan for this country, that option is off the table. so, a public option is the next best choice, in my opinion. therefore, i took some time today to write my congress people the following
That's all, just simple and to the point. Please, if you support the public option for health care, feel free to cut and paste this note into an email!
special thank you to @dondrennon & @aliceinthewater(twitter pals) for the text & inspiration!
Dear _______:
I would like a public option even though I have private health insurance.
Insurance companies practice something called “rescission” and have refused to change their policy. This does no one any good.
We need health care for all who inhabit our communities in order to keep our communities safe. Like fire departments & police services, health care for all is necessary to protect everyone in society.
Health care in our country is broken.
We need change. We need a public option.
Thank you for your time,
That's all, just simple and to the point. Please, if you support the public option for health care, feel free to cut and paste this note into an email!
special thank you to @dondrennon & @aliceinthewater(twitter pals) for the text & inspiration!
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
suffering is optional, ctd... and updated!
well, it has been awhile, no? i have been walking around with this particular post forming in my little brain for a bit, but i have needed some time to come to grips with our little lives...
suffering is optional...remember that the first half of that mantra is "pain is inevitable, but..." so, when applied to running, that mantra helped me prevail with a personal record in the hardest half-marathon i have run to date. there were some serious elevation issues that had to be contended with and by mile 11 i was fully ready to just give up. deciding that, though i was in pain, i wasn't gonna suffer helped me prevail and finish in my fastest time, yet.
now, apply this to my life, and i am working toward a good mental place. the mr. has been laid-off and there is no indication that he will be given back his teaching position for the coming school year. i have loved knowing him as a colleague at the same school; he has contributed so much to our school community and the idea of him not being there next year (in addition to the economic reality) is staggering. it absolutely brings me low. but, i've gotta set aside the suffering part and remain shoulder to shoulder with the mr. also, gotta' keep my sense of humor!
in an effort to keep my sense of humor and not lose my ever lovin' mind, i had to make a decision about my own teaching life so that i had some sort of say over my assignment next year. this meant making a hasty decision to teach a new grade in an effort to be spared teaching kinder. look, i'm sure it is lovely, but it just isn't me...i enjoy my preschooler, but i am quite confident, i wouldn't enjoy yours.
this brings me back to pain and suffering. this time, i can't separate the two. i was forced to leave a grade level i am good at teaching and a team of women i really care for. so, for the next few days, i will run and pray and reflect and make some peace with the place in which i find myself...
update: if you just keep moving and walking through things, it gets better. i am already able to see the positives of my new work situation and i am getting ready to start planning a new school year. the mr., himself, has some great ideas- could be exciting!
suffering is optional...remember that the first half of that mantra is "pain is inevitable, but..." so, when applied to running, that mantra helped me prevail with a personal record in the hardest half-marathon i have run to date. there were some serious elevation issues that had to be contended with and by mile 11 i was fully ready to just give up. deciding that, though i was in pain, i wasn't gonna suffer helped me prevail and finish in my fastest time, yet.
now, apply this to my life, and i am working toward a good mental place. the mr. has been laid-off and there is no indication that he will be given back his teaching position for the coming school year. i have loved knowing him as a colleague at the same school; he has contributed so much to our school community and the idea of him not being there next year (in addition to the economic reality) is staggering. it absolutely brings me low. but, i've gotta set aside the suffering part and remain shoulder to shoulder with the mr. also, gotta' keep my sense of humor!
in an effort to keep my sense of humor and not lose my ever lovin' mind, i had to make a decision about my own teaching life so that i had some sort of say over my assignment next year. this meant making a hasty decision to teach a new grade in an effort to be spared teaching kinder. look, i'm sure it is lovely, but it just isn't me...i enjoy my preschooler, but i am quite confident, i wouldn't enjoy yours.
this brings me back to pain and suffering. this time, i can't separate the two. i was forced to leave a grade level i am good at teaching and a team of women i really care for. so, for the next few days, i will run and pray and reflect and make some peace with the place in which i find myself...
update: if you just keep moving and walking through things, it gets better. i am already able to see the positives of my new work situation and i am getting ready to start planning a new school year. the mr., himself, has some great ideas- could be exciting!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
suffering is optional
"pain is inevitable, suffering is optional" so begins the book what I talk about, when I talk about running, a beautiful and insightful meditation on why some people run, and why it is the wrong fit for others.
"suffering is optional" has become my new running mantra, as my distance has increased and I have encountered some bumps in the road. this idea has really changed my mindset and reinforced the idea that I choose to run, no one is forcing me.
again, although running is integrated in my daily life, the parallels between living and running emerge. choices, always choices- even when you think there might not be one, there is. suffering is a choice, too. how you cope with things that happen and the choices you make influence your outlook. accepting that pain is part of the big picture, but that suffering is optional can alter your point of view and help you move on or look beyond, when necessary.
"suffering is optional" has become my new running mantra, as my distance has increased and I have encountered some bumps in the road. this idea has really changed my mindset and reinforced the idea that I choose to run, no one is forcing me.
again, although running is integrated in my daily life, the parallels between living and running emerge. choices, always choices- even when you think there might not be one, there is. suffering is a choice, too. how you cope with things that happen and the choices you make influence your outlook. accepting that pain is part of the big picture, but that suffering is optional can alter your point of view and help you move on or look beyond, when necessary.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
one can only reflect for so long...
before a decision needs to be made. otherwise you are just navel-gazing and i haven't seen my navel since sometime after child 3 slithered out of my nether-regions...
it comes down to what is essential in life. those who believe the "you can have it all/be it all/do it all,at the same time" myth are destined to be disappointed. because what is essential are those things that don't win fame, awards or recognition- personal relationships, caring for others, self-respect.
what is essential for me right now is to keep continuity in my family life, allow my kids to continue to grow and blossom, continue to do excellent work and have an impact at my current school site. my kids are (mostly) teens and need the safety and security of knowing that I am available and attentive. when they move on, i can too.
so, even though this is something they will NEVER appreciate, it is essential- for them and for myself...to really be there- in this moment right with them.
beyond family needs, there is so much turmoil in the world and here at home, that it is essential to nurture one's support systems. i am a very lucky gal, because i have an incredible support system available to me right where i work. there are a team of women there who are smart, driven and without ego. they feed my soul and push me to be my best self. i have no desire at this time to give that up...
"Goodbye, said the fox. And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (The Little Prince)
it comes down to what is essential in life. those who believe the "you can have it all/be it all/do it all,at the same time" myth are destined to be disappointed. because what is essential are those things that don't win fame, awards or recognition- personal relationships, caring for others, self-respect.
what is essential for me right now is to keep continuity in my family life, allow my kids to continue to grow and blossom, continue to do excellent work and have an impact at my current school site. my kids are (mostly) teens and need the safety and security of knowing that I am available and attentive. when they move on, i can too.
so, even though this is something they will NEVER appreciate, it is essential- for them and for myself...to really be there- in this moment right with them.
beyond family needs, there is so much turmoil in the world and here at home, that it is essential to nurture one's support systems. i am a very lucky gal, because i have an incredible support system available to me right where i work. there are a team of women there who are smart, driven and without ego. they feed my soul and push me to be my best self. i have no desire at this time to give that up...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
why the short runs matter
so many times in my life, I clearly see the correlation to running and the larger concept of a life well-lived: running is, at turns, glorious, awful, rewarding and punishing- just like "real" life...
lately, I have been focusing on shorter runs, as part of my preparation to run the La Jolla Half-marathon, which has a couple of truly daunting hills at some nasty mileage points (mile 6-7 and mile 12).
so, while there is absolutely no denying that the "long run puts the tiger in the cat", many lessons can be learned from shorter runs:
-i'm focusing on breathing: making sure that before the distance gets too great, I am concentrating on proper technique and staying in control. (in life, there is much to be said for focus, control and practice)
-i am trying to monitor my form: arms right, upper body just slightly forward, head slightly forward and shoulders down. (in life, tension and stress can bedevil you before you even realize it. you have to practice keeping ahead of it)
-in longer races, i fall apart. totally, not kidding! just like in the later stages of labor, I just lose my mind. [sorry, but there is something about having someone's head out of you, and someone's shoulders in you, that makes me lose my composure] during the shorter runs i am practicing keeping my head together, starting strong and finishing strong. i will take these same habits and apply them to longer runs. (in life, the little steps and mis-steps along the way add up to create character)
so, whatever the challenges you face on your "little runs"- i wish you peace!
lately, I have been focusing on shorter runs, as part of my preparation to run the La Jolla Half-marathon, which has a couple of truly daunting hills at some nasty mileage points (mile 6-7 and mile 12).
so, while there is absolutely no denying that the "long run puts the tiger in the cat", many lessons can be learned from shorter runs:
-i'm focusing on breathing: making sure that before the distance gets too great, I am concentrating on proper technique and staying in control. (in life, there is much to be said for focus, control and practice)
-i am trying to monitor my form: arms right, upper body just slightly forward, head slightly forward and shoulders down. (in life, tension and stress can bedevil you before you even realize it. you have to practice keeping ahead of it)
-in longer races, i fall apart. totally, not kidding! just like in the later stages of labor, I just lose my mind. [sorry, but there is something about having someone's head out of you, and someone's shoulders in you, that makes me lose my composure] during the shorter runs i am practicing keeping my head together, starting strong and finishing strong. i will take these same habits and apply them to longer runs. (in life, the little steps and mis-steps along the way add up to create character)
so, whatever the challenges you face on your "little runs"- i wish you peace!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
almost to two and a half
when c. woke up yesterday, she told me she was feeling difficult. she was not kidding- it was a tough day! but, then again, it is hard to be two. what can i say, i love every minute of it...
c. continues to read voraciously and has several favorites, chief among them is "Click, Clack, Moo, Cows that Type".(gotta love a book that deals with labor relations and uses the phrases "neutral party" & "ultimatum") She loves Thomas the Tank Engine and can tell you about all the cars who live on our own private Island of Mookdor. Playing outside, in the sink, with Play-doh, or in her little ktchen keeps us really busy. she is able to sing many songs and identify letters. she also asks us to write her name and dictates the letters to us. mostly, though, she is just a joyous, loving and funny little girl.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
one week in
this photo from Tuesday night says so much about the obamas: it says they are straight with each other, they know what they stand for, he respects her, he values her as an equal, it does not diminish either of them to show care, concern & compassion for the other.
i am extremely comfortable with the country in his hands. he may do things i and others disagree with, but he will make choices that come from a position of respect and dignity.
all the limbaughs and hannitys in the world will never know the wisdom he possesses because they operate from fear and a longing to be accepted. obama has said, "here I am. what can I do? okay!"
thank goodness for real patriots who stand up when called upon...
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
things to look forward to, and one more book read
tonight i am leaving the kids and the mr. at home. i am heading to visit with some friends from HS. i am more excited about this than my reunion, as I imagine it will be more quiet and we'll be able to visit a little easier. will post pics tomorrow!
also, read and LOVED American Wife. I must say that it was difficult not to pic GW and Laura (upon whom it is based), but Sittenfeld's narrative was engaging and kept me reading. Would love to know how close she is to understanding the real Laura Bush's mind. I suspect that Mrs. Bush is not that deep, nor engaged, but I could be wrong. Un fortunately, that is something we will probably never know. As far as novels go, this was a first-rate story and the best of the three works by this author!
also, read and LOVED American Wife. I must say that it was difficult not to pic GW and Laura (upon whom it is based), but Sittenfeld's narrative was engaging and kept me reading. Would love to know how close she is to understanding the real Laura Bush's mind. I suspect that Mrs. Bush is not that deep, nor engaged, but I could be wrong. Un fortunately, that is something we will probably never know. As far as novels go, this was a first-rate story and the best of the three works by this author!
Sunday, January 04, 2009
books to get me through january, perhaps beyond
so excited! i have so many books awaiting me :) the pic is just some of the many titles that i have read during break, or I am getting ready to read. here they are, in case you want to dive in and read them, too. I'll blog further about notable ones, when I finish....
- go ask alice: not only content that will make your hair curl, but writing so poor, it is laughable. read in advance of 13 YO K. to see if humanities teacher made a good rec. for her. uh, nope!
-Wishful Drinking: Carrie Fisher. This one gets mixed reviews because it is really a series of anecdotes, but I loved it. I found it brave, honest and intriguing.
-The Other: Guterson. From the author of Snow Falling on Cedars. A bit slow, but beautifully written reflections on friendship and love. Found many lines to add to my quote book.
-American Wife: Sittenfeld. Did not enjoy her first two books, but I am giving her another chance!
-A Short History of Nearly Everything: under the christmas tree to help me expand my mind. i will get to it, i swear!
-Dear American Airlines: J. miles. Currently reading this. i am enjoying the unfolding story and am suffering right along with his frustration.
-Loving Frank: Horan. Missed this when it was hardback (or waited?).
-Skeletons At the Feast: Bohjalian. One of my favorite authors. The book I am most looking forward to.
-America, America: Canin. Picked this at rec'd from Barnes and Noble.
-Mrs. Astor Regrets: under the tree to feed my desire to swap between "good" literature and gossipy literature!
-Twilight: picked it up for $4. Daughter has read them all, so i must give in and see what the fuss is.
So, there you have it! of course, this will need to be supplemented by weekly trips to the library!
Thursday, January 01, 2009
sticky rolls
one package "grands" refrigerator biscuits
one stick of butter/marg.
one cup of brown sugar (i pack it)
1/4 cup of milk
cinamon
cut packaged biscuts into sixths and place in baking dish (i use 9x9)
sprinkle with cinammon
in a sauce pan: melt butter and brown sugar. stir until blended and bubbly. remove from heat and stir on 1/4c. milk
pour over cut up biscuits. put in oven @ 350 for 20 minutes. check to make sure middle is cooked through.
CAREFULLY invert onto platter
PS: i'd post a pic, but they get eaten too fast....
one stick of butter/marg.
one cup of brown sugar (i pack it)
1/4 cup of milk
cinamon
cut packaged biscuts into sixths and place in baking dish (i use 9x9)
sprinkle with cinammon
in a sauce pan: melt butter and brown sugar. stir until blended and bubbly. remove from heat and stir on 1/4c. milk
pour over cut up biscuits. put in oven @ 350 for 20 minutes. check to make sure middle is cooked through.
CAREFULLY invert onto platter
PS: i'd post a pic, but they get eaten too fast....