Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
1 Can Sweet Condensed Milk
2 lbs Powered Sugar
2 Tubs of Creamy Cherry Frosting .... or 2 boxes Cherry Frosting
1 Jar of 8 oz Marchino Cherries Drained...and Finely Chop
1/2 Cup Butter Softened
2 Tsp Vanilla
Mix all the above ingredients together.. This mixture should be stiff.
Butter hands and form balls. Place on Wax Paper and refrigerate overnight.
Dip Cherry balls in the following:
2 Packs of Chocolate Bark
1 Cup Crushed Unsalted Peanuts
Melt Chocolate in double broiler and dip each ball in the Chocolate to coat it. Then roll in the chopped Peanuts. Place on Wax Paper and Refrigerate over night again.
Sometimes I am short on time and I add the Peanuts to the Chocolate to save the rolling in Peanuts step .... this also works out wonderfully :) But My favorite way to make them is to roll them in the nuts :)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
The weather here in the land of sunshine and fun has been cold and raining. I haven't done a whole lot since arriving. I have went to see Granny Peachy 3-4 times now. She is looking really well. The first day.....When I walked into the door of her room. She looked up and a huge smile came across her face. That smile was worth my whole trip out here. I spent about 5 hours with her on Christmas. The whole family came and went. Grandmother was tired but very happy to have the whole family with her on Christmas. My sister was a little late getting there with her family. So My Mom, Aunt, and I left... we left the late family there to visit. On the way home my Aunt says lets stop and eat a bite. So on Christmas Night we are out in Concord Ca looking for an open Restaurant. We drove around a while and there was nothing open. I have to tell you this really surprised me!!! We ended up going home and having left over sandwich meat and veggies. It was good, but not what you would have as a usual Christmas Dinner. I think anything would have been good to me... just being here was the main thing. I was able to have another meal with everyone.
We sat at the table this morning and chatted about the horrible Santa Clause Deaths over breakfast. There was a man that killed his wife and 8 other people then burned down their house. Such a shame to have such awful people in this world. He had a gotten a Divorce and he went nuts because he lost a huge settlement to his wife.
After being here a day or two... I have seen how busy it gets at this house. There is always something to do. Wash clothing, Aunt going to dialysis, Walking the dog, going and getting meds at the drug store, shopping for 3 people for their special needs. Cooking, Cleaning, and what ever else needs to be done.... its really non-stop here.
Sunday my Sister has a huge family dinner planned for us all. :) That will be nice to have a nice sit down meal with everyone. Its fun hearing what has went on since I was here last. I can say at Grandmothers ...when we have meals. We all sit down at the table. I love that... I miss that having the family gather around the table. I just love the conversations that go on :) I guess my Uncle is going to take me to Monterrey on Monday so we can have fish and chips at the Pier. We always take a trip to Monterrey He and I. I really enjoy the time I get to spend with him. My Aunt says he starts planning the trip a couple of weeks before I come out here. I think on Tuesday we are going to go to the Casino... that will be fun!!!
I better sign off for now...Mom and I are going to the store to get stuff to make Cherry Mash Candies....she loves those... I am the candy maker of the family. So naturally I have to put my talents to work :)
**** Just a quick note... EVERYONE LOVED THEIR STOCKINGS :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I was such a bum today I didn't even go outside to scrape the snow off of my little truck, that has to set outside because of no garage. My barn is 4 stalls for the horses :) No room for the little truck.
Here is a photo of my little bird that was made out of farm implements and other garden tools.. I use to be painted bright colors but it has faded over the years. :(
Just another photo of the snow... Isn't it pretty??? As I said before I just love snow it makes everything so clean and white. Makes a person smile from ear to ear.
Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.
As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."
After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one." Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave.
As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.
"Hah, he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."
As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.
"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."
We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget what God can work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways. And remember with God, a mere spider's web becomes a brick wall of protection.
Happy Holidays to my Wonderful Freedom Fighters.. I have you in my thoughts and prayers for this Holiday Season.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I know its hard to see all of them.. but I could only get my arms up only so high to take the photo.. so they had to be close together to get them all in one photo :) LOL yes you do see a Skulls and Cross bones Stocking in there :) Its for my young niece that is trying to figure out her way in life like the rest of us had to do. So far she has been all girly and glitter up until the last couple of years. She may have out grown the Skull thing since I was last out there..... but who knows for sure not me ;) ...If by chance she has.... there is an extra stocking made the usual Christmas fabric way....so she doesn't have to be stuck with something she doesn't like any more ;)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can - And quickly. It's rare. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it! Have one for me … Have two! It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. if something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. as for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards!
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips: Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:
Saturday, December 13, 2008
When you click on the link, a series of about 15 pictures will come up. Click on a photo in that category that appeals to you. Again 15 pictures will come up, click the one for you and move on. Just continue to keep picking. At the end it will give you a profile of yourself.... It's called a visual DNA.... Your choices dictate your profile. At the end, click on the tabs for more information about yourself.
It's a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu."Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged."But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita.Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me."Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu."Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang....."Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
I am still laughing my hinny off :) Thank you for the fun Chi Joke :)
Friday, December 12, 2008
THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOUR
MOTHER, YOUR SISTER OR YOUR DAUGHTER.
The strangest thing happened to me this weekend.
I was sitting at a local outdoor cafe having lunch by
myself and two men came and sat down at my table.
I gave them the death look, but they just casually
stayed at my table and wouldn't leave me alone.
I shined up my ring on my married finger, then placed
my hand on the table and I hinted to them that I
was married and that I was not interested in them.
Luckily for me they got the hint and left, but thankfully
the whole thing was captured on the Cafe's camera.
I'm sending you this picture as a warning...just in case
they try and pick you up too.
Honestly, some men think they are God's gift to women.
I just love vintage clip art, photos, trading cards, Holiday cards anything that has a vintage image on it. I find the older things have a very unique charm about them. I don't know if it was because the times were so much more innocent, or its that peoples values were so different back then. I have to tell you one of my favorite shows on TV a few years back was American Dreams it was about this family growing up in the 60's. I think it was in Chicago.. but I'm really not sure of the state. All I know is it showed the struggling times of the 60's. Where there was the Prom King that got his girl Pregnant. The Oldest daughter trying to be-friend a African American Boy in her class, and the younger sister that was a Nerd, and a stay at home mom. The mom put her foot down went to College and got a job away from the home. There were dinners at the table.. Yes I miss those times.. because I had them as a child. If you did not get a chance to watch this show.. try to find it to rent it .. it really was worth the watch. Too bad they took it off the air. Sort of reminded me of Leave to Beaver only in the 60's.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Normally I avoid discussing any advice regarding buying or selling of stocks, but I felt this is important enough to share and warn you since this explosive market situation might prove to be yet another ENRON. Please review any holdings you might have in the following stocks: American Can, Interstate Water, National Gas Company, Northern Tissue Company.
Due to uncertain market conditions, I advise you to sit tight on your American Can, hold your Water, and let go of your Gas. You may be interested to know that Northern Tissue touched a new bottom today, and millions were wiped clean.
It's a rough market out there.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
This is the 3rd Five Generation Photo in my family. There would have been a 4th set of 5 generation photos... but our sweet baby Etta Kay passed away three days after birth. This is very rare to have that many Sets of 5 generations in one family. The Matriarch of our family is my Grandmother Peachy in the far bottom left of the Photo... she will turn 99 years old this coming Jan. I have decided to fly out to CA to surprise her for Christmas this year. I am very excited to see her.. as it has been two years since I was last out there. It has been well over 30 years since I have had a Christmas with her. I have always felt it was important to be home with my immediate family and grand babies. But this year it is different. My sweet Grandmother Peachy has been ill for a while and I do not want to miss another Holiday that I can share with her. My family here in Kansas has encouraged me to go this year. It's so nice to have such a supporting and loving family. Thank you Adoring Dad, Loving Step Mom Kathy, and my Helpful, Selfless and Caring Bubba I love you all !!!! I know you understand my need to be away at this Holiday Season. I know we will have many more Holidays together :) here in Kansas.
I won the wonderful give-away at A New Path...
If you have not visited Cary's blog please pop over there. I love her daily inspirational for the Holiday Season :)
Persons that sign up for the swap. Do you see your name????
All of the little names all folded and ready to put into Santa's hat ;)
Of course Santa's Hat :)
Names inside the hat... don't they look cute sitting there ready to be picked. I can hear their little voices.. pick me pick me!!!
Here I am picking out the winner ;)
Before I tell you who won.....I want to thank everyone that joined in on my Christmas Stocking give-away. You all shared such wonderful stories and memories with me. I had a lot of fun hosting this give away. I am so sorry that there can only be one winner. You all are the best and are very deserving of some Christmas Cheer..... but alas I have to draw one name :) So speaking of one name... without further hesitation:
Our Beloved Cathy Jean (CJ) from Aunt Daisy's Cottage is our winner!!!
Congratulations My Dear Sweet Friend :)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Didn't I read somewhere where fruit cake keeps for years???? If it keeps for years ... I would never eat it.. so I have decided to make a list of 20 things you can do with fruit cake :) Come join along and tell me what you would do with this heavy brick of cake :)
1. Use as a doorstop
2. Use as a paperweight
3. Use for a shuffle board puck
4. Use as boat anchor
5. Use as bricks in fireplace
6. Build a house with them
7. Use it to hold up your Christmas tree
8. Use as a pencil holder
9. Give it to the cat for a scratching post
10. Put it in the back yard to feed the birds and squirrels
11. Hold up your car when changing tires
12. Slice and use for poker chips
13. Use it as a sponge to clean the toilet
14. Use as replacement for Duraflame log
15. Use as a footstool at the computer
16. Use it as a seat at a stadium event
17. Stand on it when you change a lightbulb
18. Put it in the back of your car/truck for snow/ice driving
19. Replaces free weights when you work out
20. Use as book ends at the school library
Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
Men can't pack a bag.
Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
Men would feel their masculinity is threatened...having to be seen with all those elves.
Men don't answer their mail.
Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a "bowlful of jelly."
Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
Having to do the Ho Ho Ho thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.
I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men...
Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy.
Cupid flies around carrying weapons.
Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.
Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance. As long as we have each other, good will, peace on earth, faith and Nat King Cole's version of "The Christmas Song," it probably makes little difference what gender Santa is.
I just wish she'd quit dressing like a guy!!!
The origin of Gingerbread dates back to ancient times when the spice, ginger, was known for its medicinal properties, often used for curing stomach aches. Small gingerbread cakes adorned with symbols of the sun were made to celebrate the Winter Solstice in pre-Christian Europe.
In the 11th century Crusaders returning from the Middle East brought a new spice, ginger, with them,
Catholic monks baked gingerbread for special religious celebrations. The cakes were constructed in specific designs depicting saints and religious motifs. The early carvings were made with a large and elaborately carved "cookie board" that impressed the pattern onto a stiff rolled dough.
As the costs of exotic ingredients and spices dropped, gingerbreads slowly became more popular across Europe and Britain. The English added bread crumbs to the recipes. In the 16th and 17th centuries, gingerbread became lighter, with flour replacing breadcrumbs in the recipes. As early as 1573, treacle (molasses) was used instead of honey, and by the mid 1600s it had replaced honey altogether. Butter and eggs became popular additions to enrich the mixture.
The first gingerbread man is credited to the court of Queen Elizabeth I, who impressed important visitors with charming gingerbread portraits.
The tradition of baking a Gingerbread house began in Germany after the Brothers Grimm published their collection of German fairy tales in the early 1800s. Among the tales was the story of Hansel and Gretel, children left to starve in the forest, who came upon a house made of bread and sugar decorations. It is possible however that brothers Grimm were actually writing about something that may have already existed.
Early settlers from Northern Europe brought the gingerbread tradition to the New World by the 19th century.
The first Yule Logs were burned in celebration of the Winter Solstice in Scandinavia, Ireland, Greece and many other European countries. The purpose of the celebrations was to mark the rebirth of the sun after a long winter.
As the custom of burning a Yule Log became attached with the celebration of Christmas - the fire of the burning log represented the light of the Savior rather than the light of the sun.
On Christmas eve, a large log was placed in the hearth. The log must be harvested from the homeowner's property or given as a gift.
Celebrations began with songs, stories and dancing. Offerings of food (some say flour), cider or ale and decorations of greenery were placed on the log. It was said that the sins, mistakes and bad choices were burned in the flame so you could start the new year with a clean slate.
The log was not allowed to burn completely, the next log would be started from the original log. Often, the remains of the original Yule Log would be kept in the home and used to start the next years Yule Log.
The log brought good luck, protecting your house from fire, or bad will. It was said the log could also predict bad luck. If the fire went out before the night was over, tragedy would befall the home in the coming year.
English traditions state the log should burn for the twelve days of Christmas, staring on Christmas eve on December 24th until Epiphany on January 6th. For this reason, a team of horses was often required to drag the large logs to a castle or manor.
Today, it is tradition to burn your Yule Log on Christmas eve, or to light a candle to represent the Yule Log. You will also find Yule Logs in the shape of candle holders, centerpieces for your table, and even as an edible cake.
There are three variations of the wassailing. One is the filling of a common bowl or cup, often referred to by ancient clergy as the Loving Cup, which was passed around a room to be shared by all. Another variation calls for the bowl to be taken to each individual house, so that neighbors might partake of the wassail as friends. The third is a celebration of the apple harvest and the blessing of the fruit.
The earliest known practice of the wassail was to pour it onto dormant crops and orchards after the harvest to bless the ground for the Spring and ward off evil. Like many such customs originally devoted to defense against wickedness, wassailing has always been something of a festive activity associated with partying and making merry. In the past few centuries, the practice has tended to have more to do with good cheer and well- wishing rather than the blessing of crops.
Wassailing is almost always accompanied by the song: "Here We Come A-Wassailing," which is a Christmas classic loved by many but understood by few. It is often misinterpreted and likened to the act of singing...hence the frequently used "Here We Come A-Caroling" which is substituted for the first line of this popular carol.
The actual ingredients in traditional wassail are widely disputed. This could be attributable to the fact that festive bands who traveled from home to home often replenished the bowl with whatever liquid refreshment was available. While one home might have apple cider, another might have spirits of a stronger sort. There can be little doubt that alcohol has played a storied part of wassail's history, but tradition does not dictate it to be necessary. In fact, the custom is not so much concerned with drink as it is with the good will and society that wassailing generates.
Although wassailing is classically observed during the Christmas holiday season, it is also practiced at weddings and other such similar events where community and family are celebrated.
Hot Christmas Cider2 quarts apple cider
1/2 cup brown sugar
Dash of salt
1 teaspoon dried ginger
1 teaspoon cloves
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
Combine cider, sugar and salt in a saucepan. In a small piece of cheesecloth, combine spices, and tie off. Add spice packet to cider mixture, and slowly bring to a boil, then cover and simmer for 18-20 minutes. Remove spices.
Serve hot cider in mugs with cinnamon sticks
Monday, December 8, 2008
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the housenot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowgave the lustre of midday to objects below,when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!Now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid!On, Donner and Blitzen!To the top of the porch!To the top of the wall!Now dash away! Dash away!Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the skyso up to the house-top the coursers they flew,with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofthe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head and was turning around,down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.He had a broad face and a little round belly,that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.A wink of his eye and a twist of his headsoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.And laying his finger aside of his nose,and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
A Brief Note about the Author and the Poem
Clement Clarke Moore's famous poem, which he named "A Visit From St. Nicholas," was published for the first time on December 23, 1823 by a New York newspaper, the Sentinel. Since then, the poem has been reprinted, translated into innumerable languages and circulated throughout the world. Clement Clarke Moore was born in 1779 to a well-known New York family. His father, Reverend Benjamin Moore, was president of (what is now) Columbia University and was the Episcopal Bishop of New York. Moore's father also participated in George Washington's first inauguration and gave last rites to Alexander Hamilton after Hamilton was mortally wounded in an 1804 duel with Aaron Burr. Moore himself was an author, a noted Hebrew scholar, spoke five languages, and was an early real-estate owner and developer in Manhattan. Despite his accomplishments, Clement Clarke Moore is remembered only for "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," which legend says he wrote on Christmas Eve in 1822 during a sleigh ride home from Greenwich Village after buying a turkey for his family. Some say the inspiration for Moore's pot-bellied St. Nicholas was the chubby, bewhiskered Dutchman who drove Moore to Greenwich Village to buy his holiday turkey. Moore never copyrighted his poem, and only claimed as his own over a decade after it was first made public. Moore read the poem to his wife and six children the night he wrote it, and supposedly thought no more about it. But a family friend heard about it and submitted the poem to the Sentinel, a newspaper in upstate New York, which published it anonymously the following Christmas. Moore's poem immediately caught the attention and imagination of the state, then the nation, and then the world. Finally, in 1844, he included it in a book of his poetry. Moore died in 1863 and is buried in Trinity Cemetery in Washington Heights, New York. Because of his "mere trifle," as he called it, 175 years ago Clement Clarke Moore almost single-handedly defined our now timeless image of Santa Claus. Note: Some scholars now believe the poem was actually written by Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Whatever the authorship controversy ultimately determines, this work has become a Christmas favorite. "'Twas the Night Before Christmas."