August 2006

I’m sitting here stuffing my face with cashews and probably looking like a squirrel eating walnuts.
That brings up one of my favorite subject, food Yeah!!!
Big sis made for dinner the other night, Mexican pancakes. I just love pancakes so this is a new twist on my favorite. Big Sis got her pancakes nice, golden, and small. She then topped it with ground beef  seasoned with salsa, topped with lettuce, tomatoes and cheddar cheese. It was really pretty to look at. I was a little skeptical about the taste factor. By gosh it was good. Big Sis is getting creative and better with her gastronomical delights.
Trader Joe’s sells pizza dough in little baggies over by the salad and ready to eat sections. I usually get the dough and roll in out. Make my own pizza sauce spread that on the dough thinly and sprinkle black olives, mushrooms and lots of cheese. Then I fold it over and it becomes a pizza pie. I bake it at 375 degrees for about 30 to 45 minutes; it is better than the pizza parlors that we have visited. It is quick in preparation and I like that, especially when you don’t feel like cooking.
Right now Trader Joe’s is selling these great cookies. They are packaged in little individual sealed bags to put in your lunch pale. They are so delicious. There are two kinds, Oatmeal chocolate chips and chocolate graham toucan. Only 100 calories per package and 8 grams of sugar. The chocolate ones tastes like they has a touch of caramel and the oatmeal have a hint of praline. They are excellent for store bought cookies.
Hey, do I sound like I’m doing a commercial for Trader Joe’s?
Just mentioning Praline makes me think of that movie Where the Heart Is, with Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd. Ashley Judd’s character was a single mom on the look out for an eligible man. She had four kids; their names were Praline, Brownie, Baby Ruth and Cherry. It is one those movies I can watch over and over again.


Oh that sweet Cookie monster. She is quite a sweetie. Nietzsche Girl was a wonderful companion. She had beautiful blue eyes, one eye half brown. American Indians believe that dogs with blue eyes are special ones to be respected and honored. Nietzsche you are that and so much more.
Stevie brought Nietzsche home from the pound. She was a celebrity dog from the pound. Nietzsche had many names on her wait list of people who wanted to take her home. When it was time to adopt Nietzsche Stevie drove over to the pound really early and waited to be the first in line to claim her. All Stevie’s efforts were million times worth it and more. Stevie brought Nietzsche home and she was stinky and full of matted hair clumps. I gave her a good bath and a fantastic hair cut so when Stevie presented her to Ma and Gaytor, Nietzsche felt and looked like a million bucks.
Some of Nietzsche favorite activities were fetching, going on long walkies, getting petsy and more petsy, eating doggie snacks and cheese, getting her photo taken, sitting out on the drive way watching people and cars go by, being the alpha dog, and 3 minutes after a good wash. (She acted like a little puppy, all giddy.) Some of Nietzsche less favorite things were cats, baths, going to the vet, balloons, fireworks and wrestling with Gaytor.
Nietzsche you are the best loved Cookie in the whole wide world and don’t you ever forget that. You will remain in our hearts and memories until we see you again.


I was given a book by Cherry Extract to read. It is a book called Eat Cake. I really enjoyed it. The book is about a lady who loved to make cakes. I can totally relate. If I did not have an easy weight gain problem I would make cakes more often.

Saturday was my cousin’s birthday party. I took the opportunity to make a cake. I know I wasn’t asked to but heck I could not resist. The cake of choice was from the book Eat Cake, a pistachio cake. I liked it, so did Big Sis and Chee.



Pistachio Cake

(Use a 13 X 9 inch baking pan)

¾ cup shelled natural pistachios unsalted

1 cup all purpose four

2 teaspoons baking soda

1-teaspoon ground cardamom

¼ teaspoon salt

½ cup whole milk

¼ teaspoon vanilla

1 ½ sticks unsalted butter soften

1-cup sugar

3 large eggs

Preheat oven 350. Butter 13X9 cake pan line the bottom of the pan with wax paper that is buttered & dusted with flour. (I don’t have a food processor, if you do great use it) Pulse pistachios until finely grounded. Add 1 cup of flour, baking power cardamom and salt pulse only enough to mix.

Combine milk and vanilla in a measuring cup

Beat together butter and sugar in a large bowl until pale and fluffy with an electric mixer. (It can be done without electric mixer, cause my mixer decided to die, I did not even know it was sick.) Add eggs one at a time beating well after each addition. Alternately add pistachio flour mixture and milk, mix in batches beginning and ending with flour mixure at low speed until combined.

Spread batter evenly in cake pan and bake in middle of oven until tester comes out clean 20-30 minutes. (Mine took 30 minutes) Cool in pan for 10 minutes, then invert onto rack and remove wax paper. Cut into squares and eat. Yummy.


It is amazing how much stuff we collect. Every couple of months we go through the closets and clean them out and give away the stuff we haven’t used in a while. It is usually a bag or two of stuff. Today Chee and I were trying to do the laundry and a brain wave hit me. Hey it’s been a while since we did a clean out. So I told Chee to concentrate on her closet while I cleaned out the hall and my closet. We must of spent hours trying on clothes that we had not worn in a while and purses and shoes that were just collecting dust. My hall closet had every blanket and bed spread that I at some point I had thought we would use again some day and we never did, because I went out and bought new stuff. I’ve got to say there is nothing like new stuff. We collected about 9 medium size bags and that is just the tip of the iceberg. Good grief how much stuff do we collect? I go to the stores, thrift shops, regular shops and estate sales, get gifts or hand me down and it all collects in the house. I don’t use it or when I need it, I cannot remember where it is.
I used to work with a lady who wouldn’t come out and admit this, but she was a shop addict. She bought shoes clothes and household items that she never used. Her husband built her a special closet for her shoes and put up shelves in the garage for her shoes. She said that she had hundreds of them. As for clothes, she had storage boxes all over the garage containing clothes that she had never worn with the price tags still on them. She also had this thing about food. She had several freezers full of food and still went out and got more. Recently we went to an estate sale and that person collected dishes because one day she wanted to open up a little shop. She lived a long life and never opened the shop, but her house was stuffed to the brim with dishes.
About ten years ago I went to an estate sale. I entered the house and it was filled with jewelry and a few antique furniture pieces. This older lady was a teacher who spent her money collecting costume jewelry. She had bins, boxes, tables, and drawers full of jewelry, I have never seen so much jewelry in my life and a lot of the jewelry still had the store tags on them. I thought I was a jewelry queen! I went home and got my Mom so she could see the stuff this lady had.
Sometime I will walk out to the complex garbage can and I will find some wonderful things that are real treasure that were barely used and thrown away. Remember the license plates, She who has the most shoes wins, or He who has the most toys wins. Isn’t it amazing we who have so much stuff still find excuses to get more stuff?


You know when things aren’t going too well, you kind of stay inside of your shell.  Well, I have had the turtle effect for the last couple of days.  Add to that I just realized my last entry did not even post.  Must have been a glitch in the system or something.

I am so glad that it is Friday! 

School started for Chee and she has not been the happiest person.  Last year I planted the seed in her head, maybe you should graduate early.  Why did I do that?  Because, high school has so much peer pressure, if you don’t act, look, or speak a certain way you are SOL.  I was concerned with her mental picture of herself.  This peer pressure is ugly stuff.  It can turn a person inside out.

I went to three different high schools.  After graduating from Junior high it was a rude awakening to find out all my friends were going to another high school due to the area we lived in.  So freshman year for me was a little lonely.  I did survive though; I had lunch with my peanut butter sandwiches.  Sophomore year I met a new girl who was a year older than I, we got along really well, then she up and transferred to the other high school.  Another year alone with my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches didn’t appeal to me, so I asked my mom and she gave the green light to transfer to that other high school.  I was so excited to see my old friends from Junior high.  That did not last too long, in one year we had changed so much we did not have that much in common anymore.  I ended up hanging out with the new girl from my last high school.  She hung out with the Mormons on the hill, but half the time she ended up ditching me.  I did however meet some really good friends from that group.  The summer before my senior year, my Mom remarried and moved to Utah.  I hung out in CA for one semester, my older Bro and I lived with my Pops.  Older Bro left and went to Utah, and a couple months later I followed, which meant a new school, it was fun I must say.  I met some really nice kids.  They were the odd bunch and I fit right in.  I look back on those days and so glad that they are over.

I wanted Chee to have a great experience, but the only way that could happen is if she were a cheerleader, home coming queen, and dating the star of the football team. It seems like the Ra-Ra chicks were ones having the time of their lives.

Big sis had some of the same kind of experiences I did, three different high schools.  Big sis was cut from the same dough I was, she is a tuff cookie. Big Sis’s experiences weren’t all that pretty, but over all she took the ruff stuff and made some great success. I am very proud of her.  Chee is sensitive and wears her heart on her sleeve, but she is mighty intelligent.  She needs to stop worrying about what others may think of her and be mindful that she is a beautiful smart young lady with the ability to do anything she wants.

I wish school could be a good experience for all kids.



The other night I was in the mood to watch a good movie.  Lucky thing Netflicks sent us something.  I called the troops to watch the movie 8 Below.  They scattered.  So it was just me and the couch all to myself.  Taking into consideration that I did not read the DVD jacket, I thought it was going to be a story of dogs being the hero of some stupid human stunt.  Well, it was but just not the way my brain was thinking.  I got half way through the movie ok.  But after that I was a basket case.  I was moaning, groaning ,and carrying on.  How could the stupid humans do this to the doggies?  At one point I thought Big sis was going to walk in and turn off the movie.  She kept saying this movie is not for you, or Mom, just don’t watch it anymore. Those poor doggies were out there in the harshest weather trying to survive, the stuff they had to go through.  It was so heartbreaking. When it was over all I could think of was stupid human murderers  One of the doggies did not make it.  Would I recommend this movie?  Well, only if you can take extreme harshness to dogs.


The sky is falling the sky is falling.
Some times I feel like a chicken running around, expecting the worst.
What is the worst thing a chicken would think that could happen?                                                             No food, dark sky, no food, dark sky…
What would be the worst thing a human would think that could happen?
No food, dark sky.
It is Sunday night and I have this impending doom feeling hanging over my head. I keep thinking I should get up and take PY and J’s dog for a long walk and this doom feeling will disappear.
One wonderful thing occurred. Today, Chee had a short lunch date with a school chum. So I hung around WC instead of going home and coming back. I ventured into Macy’s. I was browsing around the mature women section. I collected a bunch on items that were 50% off and extra 30% off of that. I took my stuff into the dressing room and tried everything on. I looked like a frumpy middle age female. Ugh!! I put everything back and went over the Calvin and Ralph section. There in middle of a bunch of cute stuff is the be-AU-ti ful blouse I saw last spring. I remember when I saw that blouse I told my mom I’m buying it and I don’t care how much it is. I was walking over to the checkout like a women with a purpose, all of a sudden I caved in and looked at the price. I did a beeline back to where I got it from, put it back and backed away slowly. One hundred and twenty nine dollars, UGH! Today, the same blouse my size was on the 50% + 30% rack. I proudly walked into the fitting room tried it on and it FIT!!!! I went to the cashier and she said where did you find this? She said she wanted it. (Not today cashier lady it is mine!) She told me if I use my Macy’s card I could get another 15% off. Oh Geeeeeeeeeeesh a SALE High. Just thinking about it sends me right back to the SALE high!!!

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