a Candy Cane Story

This is one version of the Christian candy cane story:
A candy maker in Indiana wanted to make a candy for Christmas that incorporated symbols from the birth, life and death of Jesus Christ.

He began with a stick of pure white candy to symbolize the virgin birth and the purity of Jesus. He then shaped it in the form of a "J" to represent the name of Jesus and the staff of the "Good Shepherd." Finally, he added red stripes to symbolize Jesus' blood and suffering on the cross.

The candy maker hoped that each time someone ate his creation they would be reminded of Jesus and the great love God gave us at Christmas.

 

What is your favorite...............?

Last evening we had the pleasure of enjoying a dinner with some great friends.  Dinner was a pork tenderlion, mixed veggies, mashed potatoes and gravy.  Dessert was a variety of homemade goodies, cookies, fudge, apple pie and cheesecake.  Cheesecake is Miss T's favorite dessert.

Miss T is the official "little sis" to this family and "adopted grand" to the grandparents.  Such sweet people, the Grandma (68) keeps saying "thank you for your friendship"; the Grandpa had a stroke many years ago, it only affected partially one side.  He's such a hoot!  and so smart too!

We played "scattergories" after dinner....oh the words we came up with!  My hubby is not one for playing games, so Mr Stick In The Mud sat and listened, occasionally chiming in to vote on an answer.  I think this is one of my favorite games.

I received a "Friendship" heart glass ornament from the Grands.  How sweet!

Miss T got a Teal Tinkerbell pendant from their daughter straight from Disney!  I love Disney!  We will be there next June where Miss T will be dancing in the Parade!  This family is also going so it is sure to be a great time!  Once the Holiday's are past, we will get together and plan our trip.  I think we're going to go a day earlier and probably stay a bit longer than the 4 days we are already signed up for.

After dessert, the Mom asked me "of your Mom and Grandma, what are your favorite foods from their table?"  Well, of course from my Nanny's table it is Fried Chicken, and rice and gravy and speckled butterbeans and collards and biscuits!!!!!!

Then she wanted to know what the secret was to the Fried Chicken.....I'd have to kill her if I told her!  After all, she's a Yankee and this was a Southern Recipe!

I struggled with Mom's table.  Not that she's not a good cook....SHE JUST DOESN'T COOK MUCH!  Haha...but overall it may have to be the Country Style Steak....and she learned that one from my Dad's Mom.  So....is there an original recipe from her?  Hmmmm YES, her Pot Roast!!!!

Have you ever noticed that you can make the same dish, by the same recipe and it just doesn't come out the same?  What is the trick?  I find that you cannot CANNOT substitute certain items.  Cheese is one and creme cheese, peanut butter, chocolates -- I mean, really, use the real brand, not the store brand!!

I am missing one of my Favorite Cookie Recipes - Hungry Boy Cookies - John, I sent you some one year and I wanted to do it again.  But where's that darn recipe card?????  Time to tear up the house looking!

What is your favorite.............?

Consideration or is it just me?

As a kid, I rambled all around the neighborhood, in the woods and such.  Yes, I was (am) a tomboy.  My friends and I played in each others yards, up trees and riding go carts and bikes.

I like to think that we were pretty courteous of the property owners.

My Nanny said we "like to have worried her to death" running around chasing each other and bouncing the basketball off the roof of her house.

I suppose that was a bit inconsiderate, after all she had worked all day.

Raising Miss T, I've said "thank you" and "please" to her because I felt like if I was going to make her say it to others in respect, that I, too, should be respectful of her.  Maybe I also did that for my baby brother (16 years between us) because he seems to have the attitude of gratitude and doesn't mind helping out if he can.

Now, the "other" brother....the one I've told you that I should have sold when he was born.  Yes, I had a contract for his sale at his birth, but, I chickened out.  Guess I felt guilty about that.....I negated the contract by saying that it probably would be for the best to keep him, after all, the hospital bill was expensive.

But in those years since then.................oh my.  I wondered "what if" and I even said to our Mom, "you should have let me sell him when I had the chance".   Don't get me wrong, he's a good soul....to his friends.  The problem is that he takes advantage of our parents too much.  Thinks what's theirs is his also, no questions asked.  That's why when I see some of his friends out here on "the farm" I cringe.  He is telling them "come on over to our shop" and work on that .....or drop off your junk or it's ok to hunt back there.

HELLO it's NOT yours to offer out like that!!

He would not like it if we all just showed up at his place for a "party" without asking, or dumped out our trash

Whatever happened to the golden rule??

I'm ok with you being in my home or on my property if I've invited you.  If you're family you're welcome most anytime.  If you're here and you're thirsty or hungry, help yourself.  You don't need to ask.  My pool is open to the family anytime......clean up your own mess and don't leave your kids crumbs all over my deck.  Well, that's another blog entry entirely.

Merry Winter

Oh I'm tired of this cold and of it being cold.

Poor Miss T was out of school Thurs/Fri sick and most of the weekend.

I kept her on a schedule of tylenol, sudafed, etc and now she's off to school.

Yes, school.

Today and 1/2 of Tuesday are make up days from when we had those hard rains back in September.  Poor kids, everyone else is out enjoying their CHRISTMAS vacation.

 

Yes, I said CHRISTMAS.

I guess it stared with the Winter Solstice way back in the day.  The preparing for the winter season by making sure there was a fresh supply of meats to hold throughout the cold.

Christmas, Christ's Mass, the birth of Jesus Christ is celebrated Dec 25th,  mid-winter, which was according to the Roman Winter Solstice of the Julian Calendar.  Doing good deeds and giving gifts like St. Nicholas (Greek, Christian, saint) soon caught on.  The "12 Days of Christmas" begin on December 25, but really, please, geese make an awful mess.  I'll settle for a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

http://www.crivoice.org/cy12days.html

It is also the shortest day of the year and now the sun will begin its trek back "out" again for longer periods of time, warming the earth.  I am ready for some warming!

As I pack for a trip to Florida, I am concerned about my wardrobe.  I find it offensive to be packing "winter" stuff for "sunny" Florida.  It really hurts my feelings.  The idea of Global Warming somehow fell off the face of the earth for sure!!  Checked on the 10 day forecast....ugh......I'll check it again later this week, hopefully a pleasant change will occur.

Baby it's cold outside!

Brrr....I looked at the temperature on my Android this morning and at 9:30 am it said 19 degrees!

Wow....I'm glad the wind wasn't blowing.

I do hate to be cold....I hate to wear a coat.  Guess I should have known I'd dislike cold weather way back when I was about 3 or so when my Granny took me to a Christmas parade.  She tells the story of how when she parked the car, she told me to put on my hat....only I said "I don't want to wear my 'boggin".  Quickly she said "well, if you don't put it on you will have to stay in the car while we go to see the parade"....then I put on my cap with a "Ok Granny I'll wear my 'boggin!".

I still don't like to wear a 'boggin....it  messes up my hair, plus adds the static electricity to boot.

In the South we call those knit hats a "toboggin" - my Yankee hubby reminds me that it's a sled.

He "shuts" the lights....I turn them out.

He "brings" the garbage to the curb, I "take" it to the curb.

Shoulda heard me explaining that one to him....the difference between "bringing" and "taking".

I think "bringing" is bringing something in and "taking" as taking out.  Whatever.

Shopping.....it's even too cold to shop.

sNOw...they say that might happen here tonight, after midnight and up until about 8am.  

It won't be much, and here on the coast a lot of times the salt in the air just won't allow for much.  But it is cold -- the sun is shining YAY.    Ahhh 29 now!

Losing my cool - rant

"...the effect of afflictions on the minds of Christians is to make them patient."  Barnes' notes on the Bible

Romans 5:3

Husband and Child...on the way into town this afternoon, of course are not on the same accord.  One hears 1/2 of the others comments and the other one "forgets" he was told what was happening.  I mention to Miss T "after you practice with your dance teacher on Sunday....." and Tom chirps in "what do you want me to do after I finish?"..........??????????????????????????????????????

I say to him...."What?"  He's confused, I say "I was talking to Tara" he says "I thought you were talking to me" and I say "Oh?  Do you have dance practice?"

This goes on constantly my friends, I MEAN CONSTANTLY.

There's never a time when we're all on the same page of remotely the same book.  Therefore, my mind is in a perpetual whirlwind trying to keep everyone on subject.  K-3 classes stand a better chance!

We pull into Taco Bell, he gets out and I say under my breath "God give me patience" and then I quickly rebut that saying "No Lord, sorry, I take it back because I don't want anymore tribulations!"

A couple days ago, dear hubby says "I know what you need -- a pair of Christmas pajama's" and I give him a questionable look and say "No I don't".  Really, I don't.  I have pj's.  I have a favorite night gown and a couple of fave night shirts; 2 pair of pj's that are pants/tops.  I'm set.  I'm hot-natured so I really DON'T NEED anything else.  I especially do not need flannel, red and green plaid sleep pants!  Understand?

Yeah right....we're in Sam's today looking over things, just looking, not on a mission of any sort.  Hubby says he wants to show me something.  (SIGH)  Ok, I follow him and low and behold........

it's a pair of pajama pants!

"These are the ones I want to get for you"

I just mutter "no" and "no" and "no" and "NO".  This lady gives me a knowing smile.

Hubby says "Why can't I buy you something for Christmas?"

As we're leaving the store, Miss T is in a hurry to pick up a friend for the night and states that they were thinking about seeing a movie.  Tom acts like this is the first he's heard of it........round two!  Plus I'm a bit irritated with her too, for acting like it's always all about HER.  

I let them both have it, with both barrels!!!!!!

 I was waiting for this one!

I told Miss T that I was tired of her acting like it is all about her; that it's always whatever is in HER schedule and not giving thought to mine; also that I did not want to drive into town JUST for her and her only; that while I'm here I WILL DO what I WANT TO DO and she will just have to deal with it.  I PAY for the gas and I PAY for the food and I AM NOT WORKING as much as I used to and she needs to keep this in mind.  PLUS I do NOT want to pay for her AND a friend to see a movie - she can spend her money.  You guys think that I get to do whatever I want to do anytime I want and that is just so not true, but here I am in town, with y'all and it's what YOU want.

Well, by now she's in tears and texting her friends that She's Pissed!!  I took her phone away.

Sitting in her friends yard waiting for Miss T and kid, something comes up about the PJ's.

ROUND TWO EXTENDED!

I screamed -- I really screamed

I DON'T WANT ANY PAJAMA PANTS WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING I HAVE TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T WANT ANY AND YOU KEEP BRINGING IT UP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, JIMMINIE CHRISTMAS ALREADY WOULD YOU PEOPLE JUST STOP AGGRAVATING ME ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT I HAVE SO MUCH ELSE IN MY MIND GOING ON THAT I HAVE TO HOLD YOUR HAND AND KEEP YOU STRAIGHT!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I am ready to run away!

I guess I just got knocked off Santa's "GOOD" list.

Time to make amends.

Thank YOU Martha

Been wondering about why you guys couldn't comment.  Then my pal Martha said that I must have my "allow" button turned off.  Well, I came over here and sure enough.......DUH.  Don't know how that happened!!

I miss catching up with my pals from J-Land......oh those were the days!  I am also missing my PSP group....loved that interaction.  I would go back but Christmas is coming and I won't have time after the holiday.  Facebook is great for a quickie, but we all know we can't air our dirty laundry there for all the world to see.

THE OFFICE.....yes, that is a private pool.  In the back of the "Bud-mahal" I call it.  The house is where all MY money went instead of FULLTIME work and a raise.  Grrrrrr....whatever, what goes around...

So here is the picture of what I look at when I go to work:

There are 4 levels to this house....you can clearly see 2 of them.  Yes, that is the main living area there that you walk up those stairs to - kitchen, dining, great room, living, enclosed lani, master bed/bath, laundry.  Above that is the bedrooms (4), 3 or 4 baths, sitting room and boss's home office.  Then up another level is glamorous storage area....and game type room with Xbox stuff.  The BASEMENT, as they called it, is a 6 car garage, mini full kitchen/den, weight room, and theater room complete with 12 leather theater seats and a HUGE TV.  I'll bet there are at least 10 TV's in this house including one in the master bath.

I got the feeling that the boss's wife thought it was way too much - overkill!  I could see her rolling her eyes when we went down to the "basement".   I agree.  What a waste.  There was nothing wrong with the home they were living in.  This one is a carbon copy of it....just BIGGER,

Beyond the house is the Intracoastal Waterway and from the upstairs bedrooms you can see past Wrightsville Beach.  This house sits on a peninsula at the end of a cul-de-sac. 

I'm so glad to get home.......to this............ignore the mop.