Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Swimming in the Rice Bin

As I was digging in my rice bin the other day, I thought of a story about my youngest that I wanted to share with you. Now mind you our rice container was huge at the time of this story.

She was a little bugger about 3 or 4 when this happen... But one night at dinner we were all eating away and rice was on the menu. She was sitting in her booster seat when she suddenly announced to everyone at the table, "I like to take all my clothes off and roll in the rice bin!" A silence fell over the table like I'd never experienced as everyone sat frozen in their seats. About 10 seconds went by and all of a sudden my Hubby said, "Good thing its cooked!" We all started to laugh, but I do have to admit that rice didn't seem very appealing for quite some time after that.

I never could figure out the mind of Daughter #2 when she was little... I mean, I'd never looked at a rice bin and would think oh I want to be naked and roll around in the rice.

After she reads this blog today, she'll come up to me at some point and tell me how much she enjoyed that day and you know what she will not be embarrassed one bit!!

Oh the mind of Little Ones,

Make it the best day ever,
Java Girl

Monday, June 29, 2009

4th of July Week

I love the Fourth of July. It's the time of the year to show love for our great country!! So many Americans don't realize that we are so blessed to have everything we need right here and usually a choice to pick from! Doctors for example... just on my block there's about four to pick from. We're spoiled and we don't even know it! I think of a friend of my daughter's in Korea who has this horrible eye disease and she lives in a little village and the local doctor can't help her... so she suffers, because of financial and location issues. But in this country that may be a problem but we have our priorities out of order. Why can a game show give away for $100,000 and we have people here in this country suffering. Or what happened to helping your neighbor out! Or lotteries for example and our own government! Spend spend spend on what you want but forget about our fellow man.

Now when I was growing up my Grandfather had fought in two wars and I never saw or have seen since the patriotism that was part of that man. Every morning... just before he headed out to do chores, he would put up the American Flag. It went like this, he would take his military folded flag and start walking out to his flag pole, he'd call the dogs at the same time and had trained them to sit up straight as the flag was being run up the flag pole and us grandchildren would stand with our hands over our hearts until the flag reached the top. Sometimes we would sing the National Anthem or other times Grandpa would tell us something about the war. Then at the end of the day we would always collect the flag just before sunset and fold it military style... making sure to never let it touch the ground.

Years later when my husband was entering the military, we had taped his graduation ceremony so that family could view it. My Grandpa being almost completely blind sat inches away from the TV screen with his hand over his heart while he listened to the whole thing. I was moved beyond words as my family and I watched this unfold.

I'm so thankful that this 4th our family will get to spend it with friends that were once strangers who helped us out when we needed it the most. Now they are our dearest friends always promising that if we need anything they are there for us. And they support our family with their patriotism ever remember-ing what our family and so many others give up so that they can live their life in freedom!

Let's remember to open our hearts wider,
God Bless America,
Java Girl

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Perfect Coffee

I love Peet's Coffee, I'm sitting here drinking it as I blog to you. Have you ever had it? The first time I drank it was about 2 1/2 yrs ago in Seattle and I've never been the same since. It has such an robust rich coffee flavor and that's why I like it. Buying it in the whole bean is my favorite because I like to grind my beans right before I make the coffee. My favorite flavor is the House Blend.

If you don't have a Peet's Coffee House near I've noticed they sell it in grocery stores now and you can even order it online www.peets.com

Wishing you an awesome weekend full of fun and lots of coffee drinking!
Java Girl

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Who can it be

When my oldest was 5 yrs. old she came into the kitchen one day and asked me if she could ask Jesus into her heart and that she wanted to be a Christian. I was surprised at such a young age it became so clear for her. After Dad and I prayed with her and she asked Jesus into her heart, we then called our Pastor and he came over to celebrate! When Dad and I had a chance to talk to Pastor alone, we asked him "How do you know it's real for her?" And he said, "Oh, you'll know because there will be a change in her."

Change was an under statement... she wanted to read her bible, be at church and especially tell others about God and Jesus. Now there was a little playmate that lived in our apartment complex and his name was Victor. Now Victor was 5 yrs. old, Serbian and he was the only one in his family who could speak english, so his mom and I would use him to translate. He didn't like that very much because he wanted to be playing with the other kids.

One day he came over to play with Daughter #1 and after a while he decided to leave and I asked him why. He said, "I'm sick of Daughter #1 talking about Jesus all the time and I'm going home!" I thought OK let the poor boy go. But as he was walking down the side walk and getting ready to cross the street (he never looked for oncoming cars and many times I was worried that he would get hit) Daughter #1 ran to the window and yelled out to him "Victor!! If you don't ask Jesus into your heart and you get hit by a car, you'll die and go to hell!" I stood there shocked, I couldn't believe what I just heard, but then Daughter #2 came up to the window wearing just a diaper and repeated only the last three words her sister just said, "GO TO HELL!". I was mortified and couldn't believe what was just said and I was sure it had been heard by the whole apartment complex. I thought, Oh Lord, what will the neighbors think?!

I still think about Victor every once and awhile and wonder what happened to him. I am so grateful to him because he saved Daughter #2 from drowning in the pool shortly after the above incident happened. I wonder what he has done with his life, did he marry, go to school, go back to his home country. It's funny how people come and go in your life and leave these huge prints of their lives behind for you to remember them by.

I hope you think upon someone you met and now have lost track of.

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl

Recipe Sharing can be a Combat Sport

I don't know about you but I believe that if you have a good recipe you should absolutely share it. No if's and's or but's. First of all I think really good recipes are hard to come by and if you eat something that absolutely sends your taste buds crazy, then you should be able to get that recipe. Right?

Now I had heard from friends and family members who had asked for a recipe and were turned down. And I just couldn't believe that... but then it actually happen to me about two years ago and when the person replied to me by saying, "I can't give that to you, it's a secret." I was absolutely stunned... it stopped me in my tracks. Then I felt bad like I had asked a question that should have never been asked. In my mind I can't fathom that any recipe is worth denying to anyone!! I mean lets put things in perspective, there are wars, famines, floods, earthquakes, abuse, lying, cheating and a whole other array of serious matters, but recipe sharing shouldn't be anywhere near a restrictive practice.

So you may be wondering what recipe it was and I'll tell you, in fact I'm going to give it to you and along with that recipe... I'm going to give you one of my favorite family recipes!! Take that, all you top secret recipe horders! The recipe I asked for was this delicious hot cocoa mix that is like a whip. So all you do is place the refrigerated whip into your cup and add hot water. It's fabulous! Now you're wondering how I got it, well... while looking through a Amish recipe book one day I found it!!!! And it was even better then the one I tasted before, probably because it has a touch of cinnamon. Enjoy!!

Hot Cocoa Mix
2 cup of carnation dry milk
1 cup cocoa powder
2 cups coffee cream (liquid)
1 cup powdered sugar
1 jar (13 oz) marshmellow creme
1 tsp. cinnamon

Whip all ingredients and store in glass container, can also be frozen. When ready to serve add 1/4 cup of mixture to 1 cup of hot water. And for a mocha add 1 tsp of instant coffee.

My cultural back ground is Dutch and to my surprise when visiting my Aunt Joyce she had these cookies waiting on the counter when I arrived and I just couldn't stop eating them. They have the perfect "sweet" and "salty" that make them so great! This recipe came from my Great Aunt Della!

Aunt Della's Old Fashion Molasses Ginger Cookies
3/4 cups shortening
1 cup sugar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
4 Tbsp. molasses
1 egg, beaten
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp ground cloves
2 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. ginger
2 cups flour

Cream sugar and shortening, add egg and molasses and beat. Add salt, soda, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves until well blended. Add flour until well mixed. Form into balls and roll in sugar, place on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake in 350" over for 12-15 minutes.

Hope your day is great!!
Java Girl

XYZ Club

When my sister and I were little we would spend summers and holidays with our Grandparents in Michigan. They were always involved and ready to talk, play or listen anytime we wanted. Now this always surprised me with my Grandma because she was by nature a very grouchy old women, there's no other way to put it. But she liked my sister and I.

My Grandparents were always involved with their little Methodist Church and they especially liked XYZ Club. It was basically a club for old people to get together, eat and talk about stuff. They usually had entertainment of some sort also. So as you can imagine my Grandpa got a wild hair to teach my sister and I a song to sing at XYZ Club.... he went on about how everyone will love to hear two little girls sing. I remember him teaching us the M-O-T-H-E-R song for Mother's Day, you know the song, M is for the million things she gave me... anyways as my sister and I stood on the piano bench and sang our hearts out for our sea of XYZ clubbers... I just couldn't get over how old they were I mean really old and I couldn't believe all the hearing aids I saw. But anyways.....they loved us, we were a hit! They even welcomed us back to sing again, even years later.

So me being the curious one started wondering what XYZ meant... I whispered in my sisters ear and asked her (she was about 8 and I was 10) and she said she thought it was because the people in the club were at the end of their life, just like the end of the alphabet!! I thought to myself that makes sense. But still being curious I asked my Grandpa and if you've read some of my other posts you'll know he was a jokester. I asked,"Grandpa what does XYZ stand for?" He looked at me for a minute and then said,"It stands for.. examine your zipper." And suddenly it all made sense to me because they had dragged me to enough nursing homes for me to know.

Now that I'm older I appreciate the humor that he brought to my life! I didn't know any different then, but now it seems as though humor is a lost art. Simpler days with less distractions and more time for people and just sitting, listening and enjoying others.

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl

Rose Island Lighthouse

Sorry I've neglected my blog but I'm finally recovering from the perfume incident. I actually got some sort of lung infection from it. I do not think I will ever sniff or smell any sort of anything ever ever again. AMEN!

But I was thinking yesterday that I should let you in on this unique lighthouse in Newport News, Rhode Island where you can go to stay and serve as the lighthouse keepers. But first I have an disclaimer, I never would have ever found a place like this on my own. It was my oldest who told me about it, she's a master at researching fun places to visit.

So the girls and I were on our way to visit Dad who was doing some schooling in Rhode Island and he had a free four days. We loaded the truck and headed north from Virginia. If any of you know me well... you also know I'm always ready for any road trip anytime. I love the change of scenery, no dishes, no cleaning, no laundry and I especially love not having to cook! I really like old diners, probably because they service the best coffee. I also love meeting new people and the freedom to be spontaneous and change your route if you want.

So we made reservations to spend two nights at the Rose Island Lighthouse and we were so excited to have this island all to ourselves. First our ride picked us up and took us to the island, they had the funniest dog name Mr. Wiggins and he always took a rock from the pier and held it in his mouth the boat ride over to the island and the minute he arrived he dropped it on the dock as soon as he climbed out of the boat. We were shown by our hosts how the lighthouse ran and how to keep the electricity log and the cistern log. While we were there we stayed in the upstairs quarters and downstairs was the museum. I can't tell you how relaxing and cozy this little piece of heaven was.

Here's the upstairs where we stayed..

Here's the museum downstairs that you can also stay in but it was a bit too rustic for me... and no I have no idea why my daughters are missing their hands.

I'm a little disappointed that I didn't have better pictures of the view, but if you go to roseislandlighthouse.org you'll get to see how beautiful the views are! Hope you can visit sometime!

Enjoy your week,
Java Girl

Friday, June 19, 2009

Military Style

About 3 years ago I had to take my oldest to Phoenix for medical reasons and so that left Hubby and my youngest home alone. Now when I say Home Alone it's more in regards to Daughter #2 and not Hubby.... I should word it that Daughter #2 was Home Alone with her Daddy.

Now I feel I need to give you some back ground on my husband:
  1. First he's been in the military for 25 yrs and still likes it, in fact he doesn't know what he wants to do when he does HAS to retire.
  2. His favorite color is that yucky green mossy color (I can't get him to wear anything else) and if he does feel like venturing out he wears black or gray (wow big change! that's the whole spectrum of camouflage).
  3. He thinks every human being on the planet should rise at least by 6:00 am.
  4. Hydrating (consuming water) is the most vital for mental, physical and spiritual well being.
  5. You should never give an excuse for anything.
Shortly after Daughter #1 and I left Alaska for Arizona, I became a little worried. You see a while back I left both girls (age 7 and 4) with hubby and he turned our home into a Mini Boot Camp. No lie... he had the girls running 1 mile a day on the treadmill and serving them MRE's (military freeze dried food) among other things and when one of the girls birthday presented itself, he served Ding Dongs instead of cake. They still remember that birthday as being the most fun!

But again I was worried and as days turned into weeks that we had to be gone, I noticed that Daughter #2 sounded different to me when we talked on the phone. She was losing her humor and I became concerned knowing my husbands track record. I asked her, "Are you and Daddy having fun?" She said, "Not really." I then asked, "Well what have you been doing?" She said, "Hauling wood, Daddy said he wanted to heat the house with the wood stove and no furnace." I thought to myself... You've got to be kidding me!! And then my little sweetie said, "I feel like I'm Laura on The Little House on the Prairie, cause all I do is haul wood." Then my little one said, "Daddy also makes me drink one gallon of water a day, he filled up an old milk jug and then put a sticker on it which says.. HYDRATE OR DIE.

Ok, you are probably guessing right now what I did next.... Yes, I called Hubby on the phone. I knew that we had to get to the bottom of this. The phone rang and he answered and I said, "Hi Honey, how are you doing?" He said, "Fine, how are you?" I said, "Good!". Then I asked him if he was having fun with Daughter #2 and he said, "Oh yes, we're having a great time!" Interesting... I though, what he thinks is fun... everyone else thinks is work!! I then went on to brief him on what the human race normally does for fun. I suggested getting a video or DVD to watch, going out for dinner and he seemed open to it, but it definitely wasn't his first choice of fun things to do. I told him that I wanted Daughter #2 relatively normal when I returned. And the furnace thing was out of control and it was February in Alaska! So as I laid my requests at his feet, we then ended our conversation.

You'll be happy to hear that it only took Daughter #2 about two weeks to recover after my arrival. And also the minute I came in the house my Hubby wanted me to feel how warm it was in the basement where the wood stove was. I said, "Sorry buster, the furnace is going on right now!" We need to live in the other parts of the house also.

What's so great is that now that our daughters are older they can recall almost every moment with their Daddy, when mom had left them Home Alone with no civilian in sight!

Make sure you hug your military man or women today.

See ya later,
Java Girl

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Just Shoot me Annie

I made the biggest mistake yesterday while shopping at the Boot Barn. While looking around, my oldest commented on the Annie Oakley perfume.... sooooo, yes I got excited and sprayed some on myself. And I have to tell you that I'm in the worse agony today!! Why? You ask, because I'm just the most sensitive person you would ever meet. Yes, I have to have fragrance free soap, fragrance free lotion, fragrance free feminine products, fragrance free laundry detergent, fabric softener, tissues, toilet paper and I'm sure there is more, but I can't think of it right now because my nose and throat are are killing me, pure agony, because I sinned and broke the big Java Girl rule of not exposing myself to anything with a strong scent. But partly I think I was tricked... I mean I never imagined that anything with Annie Oakley's name on it could bring me such misery. I'm sure if she were alive, she would be disappointed in the scent because she was an all natural girl!

So as I sit here blogging to you I have to confess that I'm praying that my inner nose tissue and throat heal quickly. And now that I'm thinking of it!! Annie would have gotten her gun and defended me if she had been around. She would have said something like, "How dar you cell that parfume and put my name on it!"

So in the spirit of Annie.... I suggest that you go get the movie Annie Oakley and watch it tonight! And pray for me that I'll return to normal soon and that I won't have to get a nose and throat transplant.

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

It Had to be Me...

One time after moving to a new command some friends let us borrow their Suburban until our car arrived by barge the following week. We were really grateful for the freedom and one afternoon I set out to do some errands...

As I arrived in my parking spot and was getting myself prepared to jump out and a little old lady knocked on my window and looked frustrated. I rolled my window down and was not prepared for what I was going to hear, it went like this "You just backed up and hit my car!". I sat there for about 5 seconds and just looked at her. I didn't know what to say, I knew for a fact that I didn't hit her car. And then she went on."I have witnesses, the Painter on the ladder and the Bank manager saw you hit me!!". I then jumped out of the car and wondered if this lady was crazy. Trying to discern what was going on, I could only come up with one thing. I HAVE ENTERED THE TWILIGHT ZONE, it was plain and simple.

But it didn't end there oh no, if you know me I get into these crazy situations all the time! So as I was wondering what to do next, the little old lady yelled up to the guy on the ladder who was painting and she asked him to tell me what he saw. He said, "I saw you back right up and hit her car and then drive away!!". Then she dragged me into the Bank as I listened to the bank manager tell the same story. I was bewildered beyond belief.

I decided to call the police, I thought maybe they could make sense of all this. There were two facts that I could use in my defense, first... I hadn't driven away and second, I didn't have a mark on my car and the old lady definitely had a mark on her car.

While waiting for the police to arrive, I ran up and paid my heating bill. I arrived back at the car to find the policeman standing looking at my bumper. I started to explain right away and he told me, "You don't have to explain, it's clear you didn't hit her." I thought to myself, Oh Thank you God, someone listened to me. The policeman went on to tell me that there is another car in town that looks just like the one I was driving and that he would check it out for dents. And then to seal the deal, the policeman said, "I think I know what happened...Just before you arrived to the parking lot, the exact looking vehicle was parked in this same spot, he's the one who probably backed into her and drove away. But the funny thing is that you arrived right after it happened and parked in the exact same spot." He started to laugh and said "What are the chances!" I kinda laughed a fake laugh too, but didn't think it was funny! All that went through my mind was, Why do these things always happen to me?

Be especially careful of little old Ladies today,
Java Girl

Mr. Outdoors

When my husband planned this Hiking/Scavenger Hunt, he didn't expect so many people to show up. He was prepared for about 8 to 10 hikers. But as always he can go with the flow very easily. And in his typical style, everyone had to line up for a safety and rules talk before they headed out.

Why does it look like the girl in the blue shirt is praying?

Hey, I think that dog should have been kicked out of the hike being that he couldn't stand in formation correctly or am I being too hard on him? and it also looks like the second girl from the right is praying also.

Then they broke off into groups and planned their strategy.

And then they headed out for four hours of hills, streams, ponds, climbing, getting lost and then finding your way back.

Markers were placed on certain trees so that each group had to pin point them and continue on to the next marker.

After everyone found their markers, we all met at the Beaver Pond. Can you believe this tree that the beavers have chewed on?

Everyone rested, ate and enjoyed hot dogs at the camp fire.

Here's Daughter #2 with her friend Erica at the Beaver Pond.

and some of the group decided to take a swim to cool off and I have no idea why they have a log with them.

Another great time in the great outdoors!

Oh the benefits of marrying a Boy Scout,
Java Girl

Monday, June 15, 2009

Oh My!

The first time I arrived at my new home I was shocked when I saw this plant in the yard. It's very disturbing and reminds me of that movie "Little Shop of Horrors". You remember that movie about the plant that ate people... if I recall correctly it was a Venus Fly Trap. The dimensions of this plant are about 5 1/2 ft tall and 6 to 7 feed wide. Isn't it scary and freaky looking... Don't you think?

I believe that somewhere in the bowels of this plant there just must be missing neighborhood pets, tricycles, among other things. And I will admit that I stay clear of it and I noticed that the lawn people do too.. there are other yards that have the same plant but it's much smaller... what does that mean? Why do I have the perfect soil for this evil looking plant?

And yes... when I was a little girl and it was bedtime, I did believe someone was under my bed and they were going to grab me the minute the light was out. That's the blessings of having an over active imagination!

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl

Friday, June 12, 2009

Some of my Favorite Photos

Snoop's favorite place in the world is in the back yard catching rays and rebuilding his Vitamin D that became depleted in Alaska

And this is our #2 crazy gorgeous daughter and she hasn't changed that much except she's a little taller and the boys are checking her out at the stop lights now. It drives her crazy! And I think she still thinks that she's Daddy's little girl (which she'll always be!) so she usually isn't interested in them if she has her Dad around to hug. And I pity the boy that will have to go through all sorts of mind games and various tortures to get to her heart.

Oh here's a relaxing one... it's Kodiak Alaska just before sunrise, courtesy of my Hubby

And here's another crazy one... Mr. Hollywood also known as Rascals, Yep he never takes a bad picture.

Another favorite Macro shot from a little cheap bouquet of flowers I bought at the grocery store. I'm always amazed at what I see through the lens that I would not notice with the naked eye.

This is absolutely heavenly picture and it was also taken in Kodiak. If you ever have a chance to plan a special trip... you should go there and the best time to go usually is August.

This picture expresses how beautiful Daughter #1 really is inside and she has struggled so with her health. Her faith, endurance and gift of making things special for others amazes me. I have learned more through her than any other human being on the planet.

Have an absolutely wonderful weekend!

Java Girl

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Oh What a Tangled Web we Weave....

There's not a whole lot going on at our house so I thought I would tell you a story about my BFF from my childhood. Her name is Melissa.

Melissa and I had two passions when we were little, first we loved singing and performing dance moves and the other love was ice skating. Now to give you a little background... we lived in Michigan and usually had pretty cold and snowy winters. We had one favorite place to skate, which my family called "Cow Poo Lake" which to say was only really a pond. So now I want you to use your imagination and figure out why we named it that, it won't be hard, here I'll give you a couple minutes......

So this is how it played out, Melissa or I would call each other and make our plans to meet up. Then we had the concern about Fird the neighborhood mean dog and how we were going to get past him. It was always very stressful and once we got past him there was still the worry that he would spot us and come after us.

But anyways this certain day Melissa and I had made it safe to Cow Poo Lake and I had been instructed by my Mom to not take off her Down Filled Jacket that she was letting me wear... she said it was too cold and that she didn't want anything to happen to that coat! So as Melissa and I skated around in our skate glory, I started to get hot. And yes you guessed it, I took off the coat. We continued to skate and then decided to play tag and were in our 10 yr. old bliss, when it finally happened. Till this day it still send shivers down my spine... I SKATED OVER MY MOM'S DOWN JACKET!!! It was horrible, feathers everywhere and this huge rip that could never be repaired without noticing. Melissa and I basically freaked out at this point because we knew that my Mom was going to be furious.... so we started to devise a story and as we were brainstorming we finally came up with the story that... I had the jacket on and Melissa skated over me! It sounded good to us and there might even be a "Oh, are you hurt?" factor which could be to our advantage.
Now you can just imagine the look on my Mom's face when I told her. She just stared for a moment as Melissa and I braced ourselves for the worst. But my Mom just looked at us and started to laugh until she cried. We couldn't tell if we were off the hook or not, so we waited until she settled down. We still weren't sure if we were out of the clear. When she finally recovered she told us, "With a story like that, how can I be mad?".

I still think so often of ice skating with my dear friend and all the hot cocoa we consumed and the cookies, Melissa's Mom was the best baker. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the way it use to be, more simple, less distractions and a little bit of adventure.

I hope you think on something memorable from your childhood today.

God Bless,
Java Girl

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Story of the Yellow Jacket, my Girl and Flowered Shorts

I was reminded of this funny story last night and thought I would share it with you today.....

When my youngest (daughter #2) was about seven years old, she was always outdoors. And we had a park behind us. She sounded her first word out at the park, being that it was written on the play set. And let me say that it was not a good word. She had so many experiences at that park....like the time the neighborhood boys were fighting over a stick and she was in charge of holding it until one of the teams won. She could climb trees, fly kites and look for robin eggs. It was truly an adventure land for her.

But one on the biggest events that ever happened at that park was after a hurricane and some trees had fell down at the park. She was jumping on one of the fallen branches and in an instant she got stung by an Yellow Jacket in both buns (buttock). No Kidding, and we believe the reason it stung her in both buns was because she had flower shorts on and each bun had a huge flower petal on it and the Yellow Jacket precisely stung in the center of each flower!! Now within seconds she ran home for help. She actually rang the door bell and when I answered I could see she was crying and in pain... but she also didn't know what had happened. I brought her into the house and  preceded to listen to the story and when she pulled her shorts down I couldn't believe the welts on each bun. I wanted to laugh so hard out loud, but felt that it was the wrong place and wrong time to do that. I put her in the bathtub with baking soda as I called the Doctor. He said to put "meat tenderizer"on the bite sites. I said to myself... What? So as my oldest frantically looked through my seasoning rack and came up with nothing... I then instructed her to go to the neighbors and ask them for meat tenderizer. Daughter #1 quickly came back with the miracle cure. So as I made a paste of tenderizer and water, I then placed it on Daughter #2 bottom. Within seconds she started screaming and telling me to get the tenderizer off. At this time she was still in the bathtub and laying on her stomach because she couldn't sit on her hiney because it hurt so much. As I wondered what to do next, while scraping off the paste ... Daughter #1 looked at the bottle and said, "Mom, this tenderizer has spicy seasoning!! Could that be the problem?". And my answer to this day is....YES it was the spicy seasoning. It took one month for the swollen spots to leave and till this day she will not wear flowered anything outdoors... for fear of being stung and she's 17. 

Good thing time heals some wounds! 

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Crazy Chef

I don't know what was up with me today... but I just couldn't stop cooking. First I made a roast, with carrots and potatoes, then I went onto beef enchiladas with lots of green chili's, then onto apple sauce, sun tea with rose water and agave nectar, then Big Crumb rubbarb dessert (see recipe below). Oh, and coleslaw to go along the the roast (that's the way Grandma served it). And I just finished up Daughter #1 snickerdoodle cookies for tomorrows picnic.

One thing I've noticed is that I tend to cook a lot on Saturdays and then we eat leftovers on Sundays... that way I'm not cooking all weekend. 

Wishing you a great weekend!
Java Girl

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Beach Combing

One day when my family and I were beach combing and collecting Sea Glass and treasures... we came across this little fella. Yes he is dead and yes he is a Sea Otter. 

In Alaska you see a lot of sea otters, puffins, whales and the biggest star fish ever. But my favorite has always been the sea otter, probably because they are so carefree, kinda like our cat Rascals. But when I saw this little guy I was amazed that there wasn't a mark on him and he definitely looked as if he was happy when passing on to the other side. But I still wonder to this day why he died. Do you think God has a sense of humor? I definitely do... and I had to think on Him when I saw that crazy smile on this dead creature.

Now don't get me wrong, I love animals and I don't like to see them suffer at all. But I think it's the farm girl in me that makes me laugh when I look at this pic. So forgive me if you think I'm morbid, but honestly.... you can't tell me that you don't want to laugh!

I wonder what look I'll have on my face when I go to be with the Lord?

Until tomorrow,
Java Girl