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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Last week I had a couple of "grandma" events with a couple of little boys.  They weren't my grandkids, but they made me feel like they had the confidence of a grandma in me.

One little boy told me that his mom was "abusive".  He was always afraid she was going to hit him.  In fact, he could only see his mom with another adult present.  How sad.

I asked him if he wanted to read a book, or have me read to him.  He said his teacher was the only one that had ever read to him.  I asked him if he goes to the library.  He said only at school.

How thankful I am that my mother read to me!  Especially as a teenager, when she wanted all six of us to have an hour of quiet time.  How wise she was.

The other little boy thought his family had left him.  Well, they had left him, but they thought he was asleep and they went on a walk a couple of blocks away.  

He came bawling like mad to the front door, my family left me!  I'm all alone!  OK.  Come in.  He had a monster book and he could tell me everything imaginable about these monsters.  I had my phone.  I was playing a little Pokemon.  When he saw Pokemon, he was really excited.  His family plays Pokemon.  

It had been a while and I told him we better see if his family was back.  His mom answered the door.  She had gone to kiss him good night, and he was gone.

At least he felt comfortable enough to go next door when he was alone.  

Monday, March 26, 2018

Pretty sure I forgot to post this.  I think Miss J made this 5 years ago!  She is 17 and might not want to see this again.  It was very creative.  I think I was watching some grandkids, trying to think up things for them to do.  I always have lots of felt and thread.

I have creative grandchildren!

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Seems like a new trend in cooking is the Instant Pot.
I've had one for over a year, but have been afraid to use it.

I went to a class at Kitchen Kneads and got many recipes that my family enjoys.
They also showed how to use the Instant Pot and it is no longer so scary.

Our family's favorite is:

Chicken & Rice

2 boneless chicken breasts, cut into pieces (or a pound of hamburger)
2 t. oregano
1 onion
chopped cilantro & parsley
1 can tomatoes, diced
1/4 cup capers
2 T balsamic vinegar
3 cloves garlic
3 T. sugar
1/4 c coconut oil
6 cups chicken broth (or beef with the hamburger)
4 c basmati brown rice

Brown the meat with the onion, green peppers and garlic on saute.   Add everything else. Close the lid.  Put the pressure on high for 20 - 25 minutes.  Let it "rest" for 10 minutes.  Release the pressure and it's ready to eat.

I have found that HALF of the recipe is plenty for dinner and leftovers.

Going through some old pictures and found this cute "present"

I LOVE it, even more now than in 1988.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

I got to tend these cute guys.  Belle is 4 and she is full of life.  She is always entertaining.

Rhett is 5 months old and he is a snuggler.  I held him almost the whole night.

These two have a lot of energy and they wore me out!

Our family is so blessed to have these two.


What! It's the middle of the second month of 2018 and I haven't posted one thing.  I've thought of a lot of things to post about, but I haven't done it.  

I've been going to Saturday cooking classes at Kitchen Kneads and I took a class from Chef Brad as well.  It has gotten me excited about cooking more.I want to be more healthy.  I want to use more grains.  It will be good for my family and me.

I found some cinnamon chips at Kitchen Kneads.  I thought it would be interesting in some bread.  I used the artisan bread recipe and added a couple of handfuls of chips.  They burst!  and make the most wonderful little pockets of flavor.  We had it toasted.  A friend at work made french toast with it, and loved it.  Guess there is always something new.

                      Happy 2018!

Monday, August 07, 2017

I was talking to a friend at work today, and the story about fourth year hike came up.  She said I should write it down - so here is the story.

This has been several years ago.  

I got to go with several girls on the Fourth Year Hike.  In the LDS Church, it is something special that girls get to do as they develop their camping skills.  Our Bishop also went with us, as well as our Stake President (Joseph Smith) who was also from our ward.  

This hike is supposed to be a five mile hike.  Our hike - thanks to a drill sergeant sort of stake leader was a twelve hour hike!!  I'm sure we covered more than five miles.  I think we hiked from Alta to Brighton and back to Alta.  There wasn't one bit of level ground.  Also, we were hiking on slate  - pieces of slate that slipped every time you stepped on it. 

My girls did great, and actually made it to camp an hour or two before me.  I promised President Smith I would NEVER go hiking again.  And I have been true to my word.

This same drill sergeant had the rest of the girls do a "one mile hike".  My girls were prepared with water and treats.  This one mile hike turned into about a five mile hike.  (I didn't go - because I was already sick of hiking)  My girls gave their treats and water away.  It was a hot day.  When they got back, most of the girls were dehydrated.  We gave the girls water and all was well.

Until . . .  the middle of the night!!  I started hearing sounds that make me gag - girls in the other tent were starting to barf.  My friend, Ruth Ann who was in that tent called out.  "Jimi, come in here and help us.  The girls are throwing up."  Just the words make me gag.  I said I would pass anything into them that they needed, but I just couldn't go in there.  Ruth Ann helped the girls get their sleeping bags, and what ever else was barfed on into some big plastic garbage bags.  I was on the outside of the tent while this happened.

Finally, things were good in that tent.  I went to crawl back into my tent.  The zipper was stuck at about the twelve inch mark.  I had to slither in there like a snake.  My daughter, Brenda had escaped the barfs now had a nose bleed that was like a red fountain.  No matter what we did, that thing did not want to stop bleeding.  I think that went on for about half an hour.  

The rest of camp was uneventful - thank heavens - for me.

As time went on, Ruth Ann couldn't ever find the bag that had her pants in it.  Sometimes I envision it as a giant, black HUGE plastic bag, bouncing it's way across the USA.

Monday, May 15, 2017

On Saturday my hubby & I went for a walk at South Towne Mall.  As we approached the door, a little guy, maybe 6 or 7 opened up the door, handed me a beautiful long stemmed pink rose and said, "Happy Mother's Day."

He was so cute - reddish hair, big smile.  I thanked him, and went to his father, the guardian of the roses, and thanked him, too.  What a wonderful gesture.  That little boy is learning a lot about how to make a woman happy.

Thank you!!

Sunday, March 12, 2017

This was my wall at work.