Coconut meringue pie
is what I made for our Easter day
dessert and forgot to show you.
These things are important.
It got a lot of attention on FB and I'm
therefore thinking of making some
to sell for funds for my upcoming
Alaska mission trip.
I think my crusts are improving.
I use real butter instead of crisco.
Do you make your own pies/crusts?
My baby boy on Easter...he is almost
14 which surely can't be right.
He is balky over what I want him to
wear and how I want him to wear it.
He practices tennis with the high school
team and will maybe get to play in
matches with them next year in the 8th
grade.
Just a few more months in braces and
he should have some good-looking teeth.
He sunburns way too easily.
My husband is part Cherokee indian
and I thought my children should tan
and not burn.
This is little 'ol retro me.
My dress was homemade by my mother.
I was very blonde until I was around 13.
Now I'm very gray but who is counting?
My mother still lives in the house she and
daddy built in 1966 and paid for in full that year.
It is a two-story 4 bdrm. home on an acre
of land. It could tell many stories!
When we first moved in, my brother located
a peanut butter jar full of wee froggies
across the street in a ditch.
Those babies were jammed into that jar...
hundreds of them.
He released them under the spigot in back of our house,
next to the condensation of the a/c where it was damp.
We had frogs forEVER.
I was the wide-eyed baby sister who didn't know
what he was going to do next and pretty
much clung to mama's apron all the time.
I have 3 older brothers.
Thank goodness for mamas and aprons.
Every day with Scooter, our bantam rooster,
is more and more fun.
I had no clue whatsoever that birds
could have so much smarts.
The thought of eating something with such
personality is unthinkable.
So, this friend of my son's came on his
motorcycle and Scooter got to live up to his
name.
You should have seen him after the wild ride,
circling this bike on his own feet,
looking at it, admiring himself in the
chrome...the motor not disturbing
his little self at all.
He was fully man at that moment.
He wore his mohawk proudly and considered his
tough black feathers way cool.
I had to get the four-wheeler out after
the friend left and give it a whirl.
His little problem is hanging on...
the wind wanted to lift his wings and
he only weighs around 1 pound.
Scooter likes to eat the occasional egg
layed by a coop-mate.
He denies it but the yolk is there on
his comb for evidence.
Often when I'm thrifting, I find
articles of linen clothing for
99 cents or so.
I envision them being made into
pillows.
This pair of capris with an
extremely long crotch
(nobody is made this way!)
had all these adorable shell buttons
on the hem of both legs.
So, sew I did.
I love the button closures
on one side of the pillow
created by taking the front of a shirt!
How simple :)
A two-dollar pillow cover, in linen!!
These will go into my booth at the Hayloft barn sale
at Port Royal, Tn. on May 16th weekend.
Spring break for my youngest two,
who are now almost 18 and almost 14...
and the 14 year old ran off to Florida
with another family...so that left me with
the middle boy who is almost 18...are you with me?
I felt I had to do something fun with him...
although he has a girlfriend and was mostly with
her, not me...but I bought a lighted flying disc
and got to play with him one afternoon.
What a workout!
A fun workout, too!
I was happy also, being a cheapskate,
that they had marked this $16
toy wrong on the rack at Dick's sporting goods
and I got it for $8 instead.
So, there is our staycation fun.
Other than these awesome things above...
I have been in a 5 car pile up
and don't want to talk about it.
It wasn't my fault.
It will be paid for.
Nobody was hurt.
I don't want to talk about it.
I had a routine MRI to see my brain.
I have MS which is doing wonderfully.
MRIs absolutely freak me out.
No mental prep helps me.
No t.v. screen or earphones help.
I had to be pulled out once and then
try again.
I do better without the t.v. and the earphones.
MRIs I think, case heart attacks.
I didn't have one but I thought about it.
A trip to Goodwill cures a lot of things.
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I want to tell you about two new-to-me
blogs that I love.
I found them via Instagram
(just to let you know so you can find them
there if you like)
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