I'm a ROCK STAR, baby!

   

"My husband think's I'm a rock star in the kitchen!".
Yep, his very own Rachel Ray. 
His Julia Childs in flip-flops.
His Galloping Gourmet minus the energy. . .
OK, you get it.

When he was oh-so-sick last month
I made him homemade Chicken Soup.
He.Loved.It.
He keeps requesting it. 
YES!! ( fists raised and pounding overhead)

It is a total Slacker Cook recipe
that I'm compelled to share with
others who share a common cooking
matra -
"Cook it quick and get outta the kitchen!".

Here it is:
(This will easily feed a family of  5)

Rice a Roni Pilaf,

1 Family Size Box

AND

2 Chicken Breasts,
COOKED & diced.
(great use for left-overs)

AND

Swanson Chicken Broth,

2 boxes

Directions:

1.  Cook the Rice a Roni per box directions.

2.  Add the cooked chicken.
3.  Pour Chicken Broth over it all

4.  Season well with lots of salt and pepper.

Wah Lah!
You're a Rock Star!!

Note: The salt and pepper make
           this soup zing -
           "more is better".

Betty Boop

Betty Boop

circa 1932

Our own Betty Boop

circa 2011

Prom

April 30, 2011

Ah, sweet youth!

I.Was.There.

I.WAS.THERE.
I saw this happen!

Well,
not exactly.

But we did spring crawl out of bed
at 3:30 am
for our "Royal Viewing Party".

There were TWO of us in attendance.

Let the party begin . . .

Our resident Princess was in attendance
wearing her crown, and snubbing the camera.
(Royalty folks have such an attitude.)

Being the Queen, I had to don my sunglasses

to shield myself from the Paparazzi

and the reflection from my crown.

(tis the price one pays for being "royal")

Princess footwear.

Queenly footwear.

*OBVIOUSLY*
the Queen and the Princess
need some sun on their
royal legs.

A toast of the bubbly (grape juice)

to the newly wedded couple.
"Cheers!"

Then, albeit too quickly,
the party was over.

The Princess returned to her
Royal boudoir.
(Darn! I missed taking that photo.)

and the Queen

ruled, reigned, and remained

on her throne.

The End.



How I spent my Easter vacation.

Hubs and me

and Princess

loaded into the car for the l-o-n-g
drive to
Atlanta, GA.

to see "baby boy"

and "Luther",
our 160 lb Grand dog.

I must say it was worth the drive.
We had a wonderful visit.

We got to see son's new apt
which is in this building -
I loved it!

Son showed us around Atlanta,
as there are always interesting
things to see there.

as well as some really

strange places too.

We ate some really good food!

And then some more good food.

Then we washed it all down

with wonderful, southern,

SWEET TEA!

Princess enjoyed lounging
with her nephew.

It was a wonderful Easter weekend.
I truly miss all the Easter's past
where the entire family went to church
then gathered for a big dinner
and an Easter Egg hunt for the kids.
But, time moves on.
Kids grow up and move away.
You do what you can,
when you can.

"Thank you Jesus for a wonderful

Ressurection Sunday"!Tho  non traditional,
it was nevertheless
wonderful!



You know you're old when . . .

Yesterday Hubs and I drove through McDonald's,

per Princess request, that we bring her

home a burger.

Imagine our surprise when we were

greeted at the drive-through with

"Welcome to McDonald's

would you like to try our

Fruit & Maple Oatmeal?"

At 6:30 in the evening?

Are you kidding me?

You know you're old
when they offer you oatmeal at the drive-through
at dinner time.

(turned out to be a pre-recorded

message meant for 6:30 AM)

What say ye?

Aretha says "Yes" to the hat.

This adorable baby says "Yes" to the hat.

Santa says "Yes" to the hat.

The Queen Mother says "Yes"

(most definitely) to the hat.

The first people you (probably) saw

in your life said "Yes" to the hat.

Me?

Like Nancy Reagan, I just said "No".

Are you a "Hat" person?

Once upon a time. . .

Once upon a time there was a lonely little

table.

Then one day the little table met up with a couple

of coats of paint.

Then the little table was lonely no more.

The End.

My BAD!

Soooo embarrassing!

One of the young pregnant Mom's

at our church posted some very

beautiful photos of her bare

baby bump on Facebook.

I made a comment on her

FB page -

"Awwww.  So Sweet!"

Imagine my horror when I later saw

that someone had  rudely posted

the following on this young woman's FB page:

"Asses.  So sweet!" 

And that someone was
ME!
The auto-correct had changed
the letters around.

I apologized and did the best I could

to correct the error.

Did I mention I'm the leader of
Women's Ministry
at the church we both attend?
(sigh)