Disclaimer: We LOVE Trader Joe's. When we lived in Redding, it was one of the highlights of our trips to visit family in the SAC area (well, that and seeing the grandgirls! (~_~)
Yesterday our final stop of the morning's shoppings/errands/yard sales was at Trader Joe's. I dropped Rollin off in front of the store while I parked the car.
He was headed for customer service to pick up a motorized shopping cart (since his stroke 3 1/2 yrs ago, he tires easily and is easily confused when he is experiencing "sensory overload").
Both happened to him yesterday morning, and I found him at the customer service desk where an extremely caring young lady (whose name unfortunately escapes me) asked him if he needed anything, and sent someone for a bottle of water for him. He offered to pay for it, but she refused.
We of course thanked her, and proceeded with our shopping. I made a special trip back to thank her again while he took the groceries to the car (explaining about his stroke). She said she was just concerned and wanted to make sure he was OK.
Now THAT'S customer service!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Country Bob's Sauce
Want a chance to win a free bottle of Country Bob's Sauce?
Here's the info and link.
Good Luck!
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Here's the info and link.
Good Luck!
http://www.themenumom.com/win-a-bottle-of-country-bobs-sauce#comment-109197
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Cooking With Friends
The Cooking With Friends Club is a unique community that encourages people to cook together and use their friendships as a main ingredient. It's a cost effective, emotionally rewarding and fun way to cook. The club offers a website, a free monthly e-newsletter and a Yahoo group for inspiration and guidance. Here's the link to the Yahoo group: http://groups. yahoo.com/ group/CookingWit hFriendsClub/
When joining the Yahoo group please put my name (Susan Lowe) in the comment box, as they are tracking referrals for a contest!
I've gotten so many good tips and recipes from this group, I know you'll love it too. And the good thing (as women are want to do) is -- you can change your mind at any time and drop out of the group.
It's Fun!It's Free!
Any you just may come out with some lifelong family favorite recipes.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Donate Life California
I have signed up with the
Donate Life California Organ & Tissue Donor Registry.
Please join me in saving and enhancing the lives of
thousands of people in need of your help.
It took me only a few minutes to sign up --
minutes that could mean years of life for someone
else.
Perhaps you, like me, had always "thought" about doing it,
but never quite got around to it.
Well, here's your "ROUND TUIT."
My decision was prompted by the death of a dear friend, my
daugher's best "college friend" who died while waiting for
a transplant. Maybe if one more person had donated, he'd
still be alive today.
To sign up or for more information, please visit
http://www.donateLIFEcalifornia.org.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Happy Birthday America!
We Americans celebrate our country's 232nd birthday this week, the anniversary of the day the Declaration of Independence was adopted by the Continental Congress in 1776.
One year later, Americans in Philadelphia set off bonfires and placed candles in the windows of their homes and public building. Bells in church towers rang out. Ships shot off their cannons. People throughout the thirteen colonies flew our country's flag, and shopkeepers displayed red, white and blue decorations. Veterans of the recent Revolutionary War marched in parades, and gathered together to hear the Declaration of Independence read aloud. In 1941, Congress declared the 4th of July a national holiday.
How do you celebrate our nation's birthday? As a child, I delighted in holding sparklers in my hands, tracing patterns with them in the night sky. Summers spent in Seattle with my Grandmother meant traveling to a park where I watched fireworks being set off over one of the city's lakes. Rollin and I spent our first 4th of July holiday together watching fireworks explode over Humboldt Bay.
This week, we will celebrate with that American summer tradition, a BBQ. Hamburgers, hot dogs, my Mom's recipe for potato salad, and my one pot beans will be enjoyed by all. Later that night we will gather in the driveway and watch our own mini fireworks show.
However you choose to celebrate this week's holiday, please stop for a moment to remember our country's humble beginnings, and say a little prayer thanking God for this great country we live in.
Warts and all, America is still a mighty fine place to be!
One year later, Americans in Philadelphia set off bonfires and placed candles in the windows of their homes and public building. Bells in church towers rang out. Ships shot off their cannons. People throughout the thirteen colonies flew our country's flag, and shopkeepers displayed red, white and blue decorations. Veterans of the recent Revolutionary War marched in parades, and gathered together to hear the Declaration of Independence read aloud. In 1941, Congress declared the 4th of July a national holiday.
How do you celebrate our nation's birthday? As a child, I delighted in holding sparklers in my hands, tracing patterns with them in the night sky. Summers spent in Seattle with my Grandmother meant traveling to a park where I watched fireworks being set off over one of the city's lakes. Rollin and I spent our first 4th of July holiday together watching fireworks explode over Humboldt Bay.
This week, we will celebrate with that American summer tradition, a BBQ. Hamburgers, hot dogs, my Mom's recipe for potato salad, and my one pot beans will be enjoyed by all. Later that night we will gather in the driveway and watch our own mini fireworks show.
However you choose to celebrate this week's holiday, please stop for a moment to remember our country's humble beginnings, and say a little prayer thanking God for this great country we live in.
Warts and all, America is still a mighty fine place to be!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Yan Can Cook
Martin Yan (of Yan Can Cook fame) and my son, David.
I think this is a great photo, considering David's recent job promotion, and the history our family has with PBS and Martin's cooking shows.
Remember, it's up to you to support your local PBS affiliate. If not you, then who will?
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Penny-pinching Strategies for an Expensive World
Lord knows these days we can use all the help we can get to stretch our dollar (gas here is hovering just below the $4/gallon mark, grocery prices are skyrocketing, new clothes seem more of a luxury than ever).
Here are some of the penny-pinching strategies my Mom taught me:
1. Eat seasonally. If you can’t grow your own veggies, visit your local Farmer’s Market or other farm-to-you food source Cut out the middle-man any time you can. We frequent two local Farmer's Markets here in town (one on Sunday mornings, one on Wednesday morning) and there is a great truck farm we go to on Saturdays where they pick the corn in the morning and bring it from the field to the produce stand, all within your eyesight. Now that is fresh!
2. Cook once, eat twice. If you’re making chili, make a double batch and freeze some in individual containers for a quick lunch later on. Ditto for soups, stews, etc. Two (or more meals) and only one cleanup!
3. Waste not, want not. We save everything! If we have a roasted chicken for dinner, the carcass goes into the crockpot along with your usual suspects — carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic. In the morning strain and freeze in one cup freezer containers. The next time your recipe calls for a cup of chicken broth, run to your freezer where it’s free (and so much better than canned!). We use it to cook rice in, instead of water. Great soup base of course. Too many ripe tomatoes (come on, that’s like being too rich or too thin!)—core, cut them in half, place cut side up in a large pan. Drizzle with EVVO. What else do you have in the garden or pantry? Sliced onions, diced peppers, summer squash, garlic. Season to taste with salt, pepper and herbs (we swear by Pampered Chef Italian Seasoning.) Roast uncovered at 400 for about 45 minutes. We like it tossed with pasta, or my personal favorite, as a topping for toasted french bread slices.
4. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. We don't buy individual bags of chips or other snacks. Buy the large economy size and bag them yourself. You still get the advantage of portion control without the added expense. Or better yet, use reusable plastic containers that you can wash and reuse. Pass clothing down from one child to another, or one family to another. Take advantage of websites such as Freecycle or Craig's List. Frequent yard sales. You paid good money for those cans and bottles at the store, recoup that money by recycling them!
Here are some of the penny-pinching strategies my Mom taught me:
1. Eat seasonally. If you can’t grow your own veggies, visit your local Farmer’s Market or other farm-to-you food source Cut out the middle-man any time you can. We frequent two local Farmer's Markets here in town (one on Sunday mornings, one on Wednesday morning) and there is a great truck farm we go to on Saturdays where they pick the corn in the morning and bring it from the field to the produce stand, all within your eyesight. Now that is fresh!
2. Cook once, eat twice. If you’re making chili, make a double batch and freeze some in individual containers for a quick lunch later on. Ditto for soups, stews, etc. Two (or more meals) and only one cleanup!
3. Waste not, want not. We save everything! If we have a roasted chicken for dinner, the carcass goes into the crockpot along with your usual suspects — carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic. In the morning strain and freeze in one cup freezer containers. The next time your recipe calls for a cup of chicken broth, run to your freezer where it’s free (and so much better than canned!). We use it to cook rice in, instead of water. Great soup base of course. Too many ripe tomatoes (come on, that’s like being too rich or too thin!)—core, cut them in half, place cut side up in a large pan. Drizzle with EVVO. What else do you have in the garden or pantry? Sliced onions, diced peppers, summer squash, garlic. Season to taste with salt, pepper and herbs (we swear by Pampered Chef Italian Seasoning.) Roast uncovered at 400 for about 45 minutes. We like it tossed with pasta, or my personal favorite, as a topping for toasted french bread slices.
4. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. We don't buy individual bags of chips or other snacks. Buy the large economy size and bag them yourself. You still get the advantage of portion control without the added expense. Or better yet, use reusable plastic containers that you can wash and reuse. Pass clothing down from one child to another, or one family to another. Take advantage of websites such as Freecycle or Craig's List. Frequent yard sales. You paid good money for those cans and bottles at the store, recoup that money by recycling them!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Happy Mother's Day
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,
"A word that means the world to me.- Howard Johnson.
On the second Sunday every May we stop for a few minutes to recognize our mothers.
When I was a child I made cards and gifts in school, at church, and at Camp Fire Girls to proudly present to my mother. Necklaces of macaroni, dyed blue (her favorite color), cards decorated with lace and flowers and a handwritten sentiment were bestowed upon her.
That Sunday at church you were handed a carnation when you walked into the sanctuary: a pink carnation if your mother was living, and a white one if she had passed on. During the service the pastor would take time to remember mothers: corsages were presented to the youngest mother (I won this one year at age 19, a few months after my first son was born), the oldest mother, and the mother with the most children in attendance.
My mother turned eighty earlier this year. If you, too, are fortunate to still have your mother living, make time for her this Mother's Day. Drop her a card, call her, send her a gift, or perhaps the best of all, send her a letter telling her why she is important to you and how much you love her.
If your mother has passed on, take a few quiet moments to remember her.
Heck, while you're at it, take time to remember all of the women in your life, not just your mother, but your grandmother, daughter, sister or aunt.
And while you're at it, say a little thank you for your girlfriends, too.
You'll be glad you did!
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,
"A word that means the world to me.- Howard Johnson.
On the second Sunday every May we stop for a few minutes to recognize our mothers.
When I was a child I made cards and gifts in school, at church, and at Camp Fire Girls to proudly present to my mother. Necklaces of macaroni, dyed blue (her favorite color), cards decorated with lace and flowers and a handwritten sentiment were bestowed upon her.
That Sunday at church you were handed a carnation when you walked into the sanctuary: a pink carnation if your mother was living, and a white one if she had passed on. During the service the pastor would take time to remember mothers: corsages were presented to the youngest mother (I won this one year at age 19, a few months after my first son was born), the oldest mother, and the mother with the most children in attendance.
My mother turned eighty earlier this year. If you, too, are fortunate to still have your mother living, make time for her this Mother's Day. Drop her a card, call her, send her a gift, or perhaps the best of all, send her a letter telling her why she is important to you and how much you love her.
If your mother has passed on, take a few quiet moments to remember her.
Heck, while you're at it, take time to remember all of the women in your life, not just your mother, but your grandmother, daughter, sister or aunt.
And while you're at it, say a little thank you for your girlfriends, too.
You'll be glad you did!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Passing of a Friend
A man I knew died last week.
He was 52. He was a peer of my younger sister, but when you grow up in a small town like we did, everyone is your friend.
Godspeed, Todd.
The world is a little dimmer today without your bright light, but I know the angels welcomed you home.
We will all feel your loss until that day when we, too, join you in our Heavenly home.
He was 52. He was a peer of my younger sister, but when you grow up in a small town like we did, everyone is your friend.
Godspeed, Todd.
The world is a little dimmer today without your bright light, but I know the angels welcomed you home.
We will all feel your loss until that day when we, too, join you in our Heavenly home.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Inauspicious Start to Vacation
So there I was.
Excited to begin my annual vacation to Texas, to ring in the new year and celebrate my birthday with our daughter and family.
After cooling my heels for five hours at the airport, I was finally allowed to board my non stop flight via Express Jet. Yeah, in just over three hours I would be on the ground in San Antonio and ready to be enveloped in the love of my daughter, son-in-law and three little grand-girls.
Flying doesn't make me nervous, I just see it as a means to an end -- a quick and efficient way to get where I'm going
So I settle into my window seat, bringing out the newest Nicholas Sparks novel, and prepared for an uneventful flight.
You see where this is going yet?
About forty-five minutes before landing, I wake from a brief twenty minute nap. My stomach had been a little "off" all day, but I had chalked it up to the excitement of the trip. It was stuffy in the cabin, and I fiddled with the air vents for a few minutes, dabbed some water around my face and back of my neck. I thought if I got up and walked to the ladies's room, I might "shake it off" and feel better.
And therein lay my mistake.
About six rows back I (according to eye witnesses) just crumpled into a guy sitting on the aisle to my left, fell, and landed on my back in the middle of the narrow aisle. I don't think I was out long, suddenly aware of voices around me -- "what happened", "is she OK?", "is she diabetic?" and so on and so on. It quickly became apparent they were talking about ME!
The flight attendant was kneeling behind me, asking what my name was, and if I felt OK. Amazingly, now I did! The queasiness and lightheaded feeling was gone! She asked me if I wanted to sit up, and slowly I did. I brought my hand back around from where it had been cradling my neck, felt something sticky, and realized I had blood all over my hand.
I heard the young flight attendant say " Oh, oh, she's bleeding/" And then I was aware of another person hovering around me. He introduced himself as Brian, a surgical tech in the US Air Force, stationed at Lackland AFB in San Antonio. He pretty much took over. They applied pressure to the top of my head and got me a cold rag for the back of my necck. Brian found the cut and reassured me it wasn't bad, but was bleeding pretty profusely partly because head wounds do that, and partly because of the altitude we were flying at.
They wrapped my head up like a mummy, taped the gauze down, and got me into a seat. The flight attendant told me the pilot wanted to divert to El Paso, which was twenty minutes away (backtracking). We were forty minutes away from San Antonio. I told her I didn't want to divert, but to keep on going. I assured her I had someone waiting for me. Then she announces the clincher "Don't worry, honey, the paramedics are standing by at the gate."
My biggest nightmare -- being the center of attention!
Somehow I get through it all, the paramedics reassure me it doesn't even need stitches, but they would be glad to transport me to the hospital if that was my choice. I reassured them I felt fine, I signed off on all of their forms, denying further treatment, etc.
I was apparently quite a sight, arriving at baggage claim with an airport police escort, clothing rumpled and hair matted in blood, but none the worse for the wear!
Ain't life grand!
And as Forrest Gump says "That's all I have to say about that."
Excited to begin my annual vacation to Texas, to ring in the new year and celebrate my birthday with our daughter and family.
After cooling my heels for five hours at the airport, I was finally allowed to board my non stop flight via Express Jet. Yeah, in just over three hours I would be on the ground in San Antonio and ready to be enveloped in the love of my daughter, son-in-law and three little grand-girls.
Flying doesn't make me nervous, I just see it as a means to an end -- a quick and efficient way to get where I'm going
So I settle into my window seat, bringing out the newest Nicholas Sparks novel, and prepared for an uneventful flight.
You see where this is going yet?
About forty-five minutes before landing, I wake from a brief twenty minute nap. My stomach had been a little "off" all day, but I had chalked it up to the excitement of the trip. It was stuffy in the cabin, and I fiddled with the air vents for a few minutes, dabbed some water around my face and back of my neck. I thought if I got up and walked to the ladies's room, I might "shake it off" and feel better.
And therein lay my mistake.
About six rows back I (according to eye witnesses) just crumpled into a guy sitting on the aisle to my left, fell, and landed on my back in the middle of the narrow aisle. I don't think I was out long, suddenly aware of voices around me -- "what happened", "is she OK?", "is she diabetic?" and so on and so on. It quickly became apparent they were talking about ME!
The flight attendant was kneeling behind me, asking what my name was, and if I felt OK. Amazingly, now I did! The queasiness and lightheaded feeling was gone! She asked me if I wanted to sit up, and slowly I did. I brought my hand back around from where it had been cradling my neck, felt something sticky, and realized I had blood all over my hand.
I heard the young flight attendant say " Oh, oh, she's bleeding/" And then I was aware of another person hovering around me. He introduced himself as Brian, a surgical tech in the US Air Force, stationed at Lackland AFB in San Antonio. He pretty much took over. They applied pressure to the top of my head and got me a cold rag for the back of my necck. Brian found the cut and reassured me it wasn't bad, but was bleeding pretty profusely partly because head wounds do that, and partly because of the altitude we were flying at.
They wrapped my head up like a mummy, taped the gauze down, and got me into a seat. The flight attendant told me the pilot wanted to divert to El Paso, which was twenty minutes away (backtracking). We were forty minutes away from San Antonio. I told her I didn't want to divert, but to keep on going. I assured her I had someone waiting for me. Then she announces the clincher "Don't worry, honey, the paramedics are standing by at the gate."
My biggest nightmare -- being the center of attention!
Somehow I get through it all, the paramedics reassure me it doesn't even need stitches, but they would be glad to transport me to the hospital if that was my choice. I reassured them I felt fine, I signed off on all of their forms, denying further treatment, etc.
I was apparently quite a sight, arriving at baggage claim with an airport police escort, clothing rumpled and hair matted in blood, but none the worse for the wear!
Ain't life grand!
And as Forrest Gump says "That's all I have to say about that."
Friday, December 21, 2007
Merry Christmas (tongue in cheek)
If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do;I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you,and deliver some things just inside your front door,things you have lost, but treasured before.I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor, and to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the old color that once graced your hair, before rinses and bleaches took residence there.I'd bring back the shape with which you were gifted, so things now suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back until you'd be a dream in those tight fitting slacks.I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin, so you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin.
You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells and you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes; no searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.
Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny from a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take and no heating pad needed since your muscles won't ache.
Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid.
You'd be a cute little chick with the romance of cupid.I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle and the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But alas! I'm not Santa. I'm simply just me; the matronliest of matrons you ever did see.I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got,but I'm due at my doc's for an estrogen shot.Even though we've grown older this wish is sincere;
Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.
(Anonymous)
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Gift Exchange
Last night I spent eating, drinking, laughing, hugging and exchanging gifts with my Classic Diva girfriends.
I can't begin to describe the feeling of love, acceptance and caring that this group exhibits.
All I know is I thank God for them all!
I can't begin to describe the feeling of love, acceptance and caring that this group exhibits.
All I know is I thank God for them all!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Somebody Doesn't Get A Present!
I was wrapping some last minute gifts this morning before work.
Everything was going so well......
Until I pulled the cord too tight on the last bottle cover----the cord broke, the wine bottle crashed to the floor, and immediately I was covered in glass and the remnants of my last bottle of "Shipwreck Red."
Alas, who will be going without red wine this Christmas?
Everything was going so well......
Until I pulled the cord too tight on the last bottle cover----the cord broke, the wine bottle crashed to the floor, and immediately I was covered in glass and the remnants of my last bottle of "Shipwreck Red."
Alas, who will be going without red wine this Christmas?
Monday, December 17, 2007
Christmas Music
We have a pact -- from now through Christmas Eve, only seasonal music is played on our work stereo.
That means the olds ones like Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, as well as the "NOEL" cd just out by Josh Croban. We start in the morning and just keep rotating through our collections.
The same old songs, but I never tire of them.
When I was young, I thought "I'll Be Home For Christmas" was the greatest song, until I grew up and learned the true meaning of "......if only in my heart."
Christmas in our church meant the youth choir switched out the bows on their choir robes for big red holiday ones.
Every time I hear a version of "Oh Holy Night" my mind's eye slips back forty plus years and I see a young blond boy with the voice of an angel singing for all he's worth.
Christmas memories -- priceless.
That means the olds ones like Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, as well as the "NOEL" cd just out by Josh Croban. We start in the morning and just keep rotating through our collections.
The same old songs, but I never tire of them.
When I was young, I thought "I'll Be Home For Christmas" was the greatest song, until I grew up and learned the true meaning of "......if only in my heart."
Christmas in our church meant the youth choir switched out the bows on their choir robes for big red holiday ones.
Every time I hear a version of "Oh Holy Night" my mind's eye slips back forty plus years and I see a young blond boy with the voice of an angel singing for all he's worth.
Christmas memories -- priceless.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Finished!
Today I am officially "finished" getting ready for Christmas. The cards are in the mail/emailed, presents are bought/wrapped/mailed or under the tree.
All I have to do now is sit back, relax, maybe make some cookies and enjoy the season!
All I have to do now is sit back, relax, maybe make some cookies and enjoy the season!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Happy Anniversary to Us!
Today is our 39th wedding anniversary.
After hubby's stroke, I kind of "gave up" on him remembering things like that. So this year I decided not to get him a card or even mention what day it was.
Imagine my surprise when I got up this morning and there was a card sitting on the bathroom sink!
He said he was in a store the other day and happened to walk down the card aisle, and something in his "post stroke" brain remembered our anniversary. He did have to ask someone what the date was however.
Things like this remind me that it truly is the "little things" in life that make a difference.
After hubby's stroke, I kind of "gave up" on him remembering things like that. So this year I decided not to get him a card or even mention what day it was.
Imagine my surprise when I got up this morning and there was a card sitting on the bathroom sink!
He said he was in a store the other day and happened to walk down the card aisle, and something in his "post stroke" brain remembered our anniversary. He did have to ask someone what the date was however.
Things like this remind me that it truly is the "little things" in life that make a difference.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Most Inspiring Person of 2007?
I just read an article about a professor who was killed at Virginia Tech being named the Most Inspiring Person of 2007.
Not to diminish his accomplishments, but it made me think about who inspired me most in 2007.
It was an easy choice.
I have a friend who has not had an easy life. Her husband died of a heart attack a few weeks before I met her in 1994. She went on to raise two teenage boys by herself. In the last two years she has lost her father, her brother, her sister and her mother.
And yet when I saw her last weekend she was still the warm and loving person who is my best friend.
Her strength and courage inspires me to keep on keeping on.
Not to diminish his accomplishments, but it made me think about who inspired me most in 2007.
It was an easy choice.
I have a friend who has not had an easy life. Her husband died of a heart attack a few weeks before I met her in 1994. She went on to raise two teenage boys by herself. In the last two years she has lost her father, her brother, her sister and her mother.
And yet when I saw her last weekend she was still the warm and loving person who is my best friend.
Her strength and courage inspires me to keep on keeping on.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The Dog Ate My Glasses
Well, he tried to!
Somehow in the middle of the night, Charlie, our 1 1/2 yr old wire-haired daschund got my purse and proceeded to gnaw on the earpiece of my reading glasses.
He chewed on the velcro curlers I had stuffed in my purse over the weekend.
Fortunately, he left the $20 bill intact!
Somehow in the middle of the night, Charlie, our 1 1/2 yr old wire-haired daschund got my purse and proceeded to gnaw on the earpiece of my reading glasses.
He chewed on the velcro curlers I had stuffed in my purse over the weekend.
Fortunately, he left the $20 bill intact!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Christmas Lights
One of our traditions is driving around and looking at Christmas lights.
This year, as usual, my daughter in law, my two granddaughters and I will pile into the VW after dinner. We'll stop at Starbucks for hot chocolate. New last year was the GPS my daughter in law has on her phone. We'd program in one location, go "oh" and "ah", then program in the next address and away we'd go! Somewhere along the way we start singing Christmas songs. We don't know all the words to all the songs, but we certainly try!
Traditions are a good thing!
This year, as usual, my daughter in law, my two granddaughters and I will pile into the VW after dinner. We'll stop at Starbucks for hot chocolate. New last year was the GPS my daughter in law has on her phone. We'd program in one location, go "oh" and "ah", then program in the next address and away we'd go! Somewhere along the way we start singing Christmas songs. We don't know all the words to all the songs, but we certainly try!
Traditions are a good thing!
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