An email from my friend Donna...

Donna and I have never actually met, but I definitely consider Donna a friend...she sent me this email today, and I have to say, I've seen it before, but it's worth looking at again. These are good points about life....most of them we don't really understand until we have a little maturity on our bones...but they are truisms...My apologies to the originator of the email, I don't know who wrote it or how it got started...but it is great, and worth having lots of people read...

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick, your family and friends will....keep in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument, it's ok to agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone, it's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's ok to get angry with God, He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's ok for your children to see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others, you have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye, but don't worry, God doesn't blink.
16. Take a deep breath, it calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood, but the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, do it whole heartedly.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie...Don't save it for a special occasion, today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now, don't wait for old age.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every "disaster" with these words: "Will it matter in five years?"
27. Always choose to live fearlessly.
28. Forgive.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything, give time time.
31. No matter how good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don't take yourself too seriously, no one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Don't audit life, show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats dying young.
37. Your children only get one childhood, participate in it.
38. The only thing that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day, miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time, you already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come.
43. No matter how you feel, get up, get dressed and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life may not be tied with a bow, but it is a gift.

To all of those I would add.."Take time to be truly thankful for small things...they're usually the things that count the most."

What would you add?

My first toy drop...

On our way out the door The Little One asks me..."So, what if they think you are a terrorist?"

We were on our way out the door to go do some grocery shopping and make my very first toy drop for The Toy Society. I'm standing here holding this cute, little, handmade, stuffed bunny, and I think..."You know, she's actually making a pretty good point, as suspicious as we are these days, what if someone does think I'm planting something bad?"

I jokingly said, "It would make a great story on tonight's news...'crazy lady mistaken for terrorist as she drops a handmade toy for some stranger to find'..."

The Little One said she'd be sure to stand off to the side while they handcuffed me so the camera crews could get all of the action should that occur. She's such a peach.

Anyway... I wrapped up Hooper (that's what I'd named him) along with the Toy Society Card and letter that explains what is going on, took pictures of it for the group in flickr and set out to make a drop. Since the purse I carry is tiny, I made The Little One carry him in her purse. (Makes her an official conspirator...in case of handcuffs or news crews.)

The Little One thinks I'm nuts. She does believe that the bonus to all of this is that it will strengthen her argument eventually when she has me committed.

We were going to the grocery, at Hamburg, a massive shopping area here in Lexington. I decided that the Half Price Books store would be a great place for a drop. They have a little area that is like a patio that lots of people sit in or pass through, so it seemed a likely place for a child to find it.

I bet it did look like we were trying to do something a bit questionable....we were looking over our shoulders, well, I was looking over my shoulder trying to make sure no one was coming or looking...The Little One was standing off a bit to the side to make sure any camera crews had a straight shot if needed...like I said...she's such a peach.

We walked down to the next store and went in just for a couple of minutes. Then went back to our car...of course passing by where we'd done the drop and he was gone. I know that part of this is I never really get to know what happens to the little things I drop out there in the world, but I do hope the finder lets The Toy Society know that Hooper has been found...he's little after all...and I worry.

Gingerbread...

The Little One wanted to make some gingerbread. We do get into our baking around here when the weather begins to cool, and gingerbread seems ideal. Gingerbread with bourbon sauce sounds even better, after all, real bourbon is only made in this part of the world, and we sure do enjoy it.


This recipe is for an old fashioned gingerbread, it's an old recipe. The cake is relatively dry, so it is often served with a dollop of whipped cream, and, as I said, I love it with a bourbon sauce. IF you prefer a more moist cake, add a cup of applesauce, or even better, a cup of pureed pumpkin (YUM!!) to the batter as you stir it up.

Gingerbread
1/2 c. white sugar
1 c. sorghum (molasses)
1/2 c. butter, melted
1 egg
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 t. baking soda
1 t. ground cinnamon
1 t. powdered ginger
1/2 t. ground cloves
1/2 t. salt
1 c. hot water
Optional:
1 c. applesauce or pureed pumpkin if desired, decrease hot water to about 1/2 c. (and if you use pumpkin, try adding a couple of heaping tablespoons of cocoa to the mix....MMMMMM!!!)
(You can see by the photo above we take our measuring very seriously around here...)

You will need a 9" x 9" pan, greased and floured. And preheat your oven to 350 degrees.

In a bowl, toss the sugar, the sorghum, the melted butter, and the egg into a bowl and blend up well. Sift the remaining dry ingredients to incorporate the spices well, and add to bowl. Dump them into the bowl (add the applesauce or pumpkin at this point if you are using it), and add the water. Incorporate it all into a pourable batter.

Pour the batter into the cake pan and bake. About an hour, but definitely check before then just in case.

The bourbon sauce...I don't have a recipe actually written down for this stuff, so all of the measurements I am giving you here are approximate..

About:
3/4 c. of sugar
1 generous T. flour
1/4 c. butter
1 c. cream (half and half, or milk if you don't want it as thick)
a "healthy" shot of bourbon (I'm using 100 proof Ancient Age, it's a small batch bourbon made not far from here)

In a sauce pan, combine the sugar and flour, and add the butter. Heat over a low heat while the butter melts. It's like making a roux, stir while you melt the butter, and continue heating it until the sugar looks as though it is beginning to dissolve.

When it seems ready (this really takes less than 5 minutes usually) add the cream and stir as the sauce thickens. When it is like a thin custard, it coats the spoon, remove it from the heat for a couple of minutes. This little step is actually very important. You want to remove it from the heat to reduce the temp of the sauce just a bit, otherwise when you put the bourbon in it will "steam" quickly and you will end up with a bourbon facial.

Gently stir in a "healthy" shot of bourbon. Now, this really depends on your taste for the stuff. If you like bourbon, definitely add a shot...if you prefer it a shade less strong, add a couple of tablespoons. You can make this sauce using other liquors, but bourbon lends itself to the spices in the gingerbread, so I don't know that I'd recommend other sorts for this particular cake.

Serve the cake with a bit of the warm sauce on the side, and if you REALLY want to be decadent, add a dollop of whipped cream.

One of the best ways to welcome fall that I can think of!

Something different on a Sunday afternoon...

Sometimes I live in awe of the strange and unusual things that occur to me. Or...maybe, I have a low threshold of "awe". I'm pretty sure most of these things that happen are the sort of things my grandmother would call "signs". She believed in signs, and she believed that they had things to tell you...IF you knew how to interpret them. Me...I don't have her wisdom, so I don't really know what they mean most of the time.

For a month or so now I I've been finding single bird feathers everywhere I go. First by the post box, another time in the driveway, once even on the dash of my car when I'd left the window cracked a bit while I was at work, in my shopping cart...everywhere. I've got about a dozen of them collected on my desk.

This afternoon when The Little One came back from her Dad's, she came in to the usual fanfare with the dog barking and happy to see her, jumping up and down, trying to trip her as she comes through the door with her bags in her arms...I wondered what in the heck she was splattering on the cabinet door...there was something red on it. Then we both noticed a couple of drops of red on the floor. Following the drops we were surprised, and a bit confused really, to find a sweet little bird who, quite possibly, may have been imbibing in some sort of fermented berries. Somehow it had sneaked in under the cover of the fanfare the dog was showing toward his girl.

The bird was actually quite calm. It didn't batter itself against the doors or windows trying to get out. There was none of the wild thrashing one would expect, rather the sweet little thing flew in by Maggie...(Maggie is the first sculpture my son created in college)..then back into the kitchen to sit on the window until I got the step ladder and climbed up to get the baby. I very gently picked it up...the little thing even obliged me by opening its wings so I could be even more careful. The little thing was calm in my hands, didn't offer in the least to peck at me or thrash around.

I don't know what bird feathers mean according to the signs, but I know that while I was holding that precious little bird in my hands I was thinking..."Wow, this is just the coolest thing."

Cleaning up after, I was surprised not to find a single feather to add to my collection. But, if anyone knows what finding bird feathers may mean....I'd love to hear...

Handmade toys for a stranger to love...

I wander through the internet from time to time, as I'm sure we all do...and every so often I find something that I think is just a fabulous idea. Take for instance...The Toy Society. It is self described as something that "started as a small street art project in Australia (and) is slowly spreading around the world."

You know, I am just a sucker for spreading little bits of happiness around the world, or in my own back yard, so I totally buy into this. For those who have never heard of The Toy Society, but are just dying to know all about what I've discovered about it, here's the gist... It is a very simple plan, all you do is make a hand made toy, leave it to be found and taken home by someone random. Considering I am leaving ACEOs all around town to be found by random people, this seems a very small leap. Especially since I have tons of fabric scraps that would love to be turned into something lovable. I signed right up.

This weekend I've made the first three critters. I'm calling them bunnies, and they are...sort of...more or less. At least they have long ears. Picking out the fabric was easy, like I said, I have tons of scraps. The pattern...that was a bit tougher considering I want to make toys that kids can play with, but that don't take me a day and a half each. I decided to start with a triangle and add ears. Simple, right? Of course, I can't stop at simple. I decided it had to have arms and legs too. Long skinny ones, with big feet. OK, so now I know what I want, and all I have to do is make the pattern. I ended up with two. One is slightly larger than the other, to make it easier for bulkier fabrics.

These cuties are the end result. The two more colorful ones are made pretty standard cotton fabrics, the purple one is made from a great chenille fabric that I just adore. I'm glad I finally found its purpose.

I need to print out the "Take me home" tags that The Toy Society provides for you when you sign up to participate, and I need to write a letter to the potential new keeper of the critter, then tuck it into a plastic bag and find a suitable place to leave it, then I'll do my very first "drop".

I'm already attached to them, I hope they find a good home...

Dancin' in the kitchen...and in the rain...and in the halls...and....

Anyone out there just break into dance every so often? You know, you find a song that just reaches way down deep into some part of who you are and you just cannot sit still? Oh my goodness have I found a couple of those songs lately!

My daughter and son both have very eclectic taste in music...(could be a byproduct of their mother's taste in music)...and I often am amazed at the really good music they are buying from iTunes. My daughter introduced me (figuratively) to an artist named Marc Broussard. I hadn't ever heard of this young man, and I have to tell ya...honestly...his song "Home" has me dancing EVERYWHERE! I think I am scaring people. I know the dog thinks I have gone over the edge and when I pick up my iPod he scrambles into his kennel with a very strange look on is face.

Of course, I had to go listen to more of his music, and I found this..."The Beauty of You". Wow! I want someone to feel that way about me...

His music just feels good on the soul...like a lazy day down in the Gulf...

Snowmen in September....

Am I just on a blogging roll or what?

Everyone who does any crafting for the holidays knows I am WAY behind for Christmas, but I just finished a few snowman ornaments I'm going to be putting on Etsy, and I want to share them here too! All three of them are made from Paperclay, one of my new favorite mediums to play in, then painted with acrylics and antiqued lightly. Sealed well and then sprinkled with sparklies and then, as a last little touch, they all have a fuzzy hat bands.

Peaceful mornings...

I woke this morning before dawn as I usually do, and as I was going downstairs to make my coffee I heard the first tentative drops of rain begin to fall. It's been gently falling all morning...slow...soft...peaceful.

As the dawn began to bloom I noticed how the rain made the leaves dance outside my window just as the orchestra of the heavens let a gentle rumble of thunder play in the music of the morning...

How can it get more lovely than this?

Bragging rights....

...and the Governor's Cup...belong to us....

...just like I knew they would!

Got another quick introduction for you today...Barb, a.k.a, "Moosemom" from Pine Needles over on Etsy.

In spite of what it may seem, I love simplicity. Barb's offerings are stitched pieces that are simple, and yet very sophisticated as well. With the holiday season rushing fast toward us her pine trees catch my eye. Her choice of fibers and how she has framed the finished piece makes it something that would be lovely gift for the holidays and beyond. Be sure to stop over and see the other cute things she has to offer too!


And now, it's back to the all important Cats/Cards game for me, Kentucky has scored first...and Louisville is playing hard....

GOOOOOOOOOOOOO Cats!!!!!!

I don't know if it is common knowledge outside the state of Kentucky...but we LOVE our college sports here. Now, granted....USUALLY when we say we love our college sports, we really mean we love our Wildcat basketball...and we do. With a passion that is mind boggling. But, over the last few years our football team has been coming on strong and we now have much higher expectations of them than we have in the past. UK fans expect wins.

I'm gonna tell y'all a secret about me...but you have to promise not to tell. Me... I don't really follow UK sports. You can't tell because I'm pretty sure that it is a prerequisite that you must LOVE UK sports if you expect to live in this state. To be more honest, saying that I don't follow UK sports is not entirely true, I don't follow the Cats UNLESS the Cats are playing Louisville...or Duke.

Saturday, at high noon no less, UK Wildcats and UofL Cardinals meet at center field in Commonwealth Stadium. Cat fans know that when it comes to basketball we will pluck their Cardinal tail feathers...but it's been less of a surety when it comes to football. This year we believe we are going to be in charge of the pigskin and we are going to cage those Cards.

Folks, you have no idea how big this is...GO BIG BLUE!!

An evening lecture with Robert Kennedy, Jr...

Living in a college town often gives one
opportunities they might not have otherwise in Kentucky. Last evening was one of those opportunities...I attended a lecture by Robert Kennedy Jr., sponsored by the University of Kentucky's Student Activities Board. Mr. Kennedy is, of course, the son of Robert Kennedy, nephew of John Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy is passionate about our environment, and last evening he shared that passion with those in attendance.

The first thing one notices, or that I noticed, about Mr. Kennedy is how very much he looks like his father, but that is momentary, as you very soon realize his intense passion about what is happening to our environment. He wants to protect it, nurture a love for it, and keep it safe, not only for our children, but for the generations of children yet unborn. As someone who lives on this planet, that cause is near and dear to my heart as well. Let's face it...if we ruin this environment, we don't get another...at least not in our lifetime....or our children's, or our children's children's....

I do worry. I worry that our dependence on carbon based energy will lead to environmental and health issues for my grand and great grand children. I also worry that, our dependence on those types of energy puts us at a global disadvantage in ways that we cannot yet begin to imagine. I'm afraid that by the time we do understand, we will be so far behind we cannot resolve that disadvantage. Of course, there are those out there who tell me I'm crazy, we'll not run out of resources for centuries yet, and we have plenty of time to develop new technologies...they may indeed be correct.

The problem with that is the short sightedness of the argument. If, indeed, we have resources to last centuries, and there is no reason to be concerned now...when will it be time to be concerned? When will we begin implementing the technologies (many that currently exist) that can decrease our dependence on fossil fuels? Will we wait until we are virtually at the end of the resources? Will we wait until we view trees only in museums? Will we not worry about mercury or lead poisoning until we notice that many of our children are being born with birth defects, if we can conceive them at all?

It just seem so simple, and we make it so difficult. We're like that. We very often dwell more in the limits of our egos, and placing the blame of who is right or wrong, than in the possibilities of what could happen if we stop worrying about being the one that is right, or the one that gets credit for the idea or implementation...just think what could happen if we learn to embrace each other and learn to work for the good of all.

I know, I know...I hear it all the time...I'm naive. I agree, I am.

I am naive enough to believe that we can.

I am naive enough to believe that, IF we choose to, we can make this world a better place for ALL of us.

I am naive enough to believe that the color of skin does not determine the worth of a person.

I am naive enough to believe that the Creator created each and every soul in this world, and that no soul is any more important than any other.

I am naive enough to believe that this world is richly abundant, and that the Creator has created more than enough for all of us, IF we learn to get past greed and truly appreciate the gift of this world.

I am naive enough to believe that even one person, picking up one piece of trash, or turning off one light, or writing one representative to encourage them to treat our Mother Earth with respect, CAN and does, make a difference.

I am naive enough to believe that one word spoken in true kindness from the heart has real power to heal.

I am naive enough to believe that it is the responsibility of each and every one of us to appreciate and respect the other, to share our similarities and to learn from our differences.

I am naive enough to believe that it can be done...in spite of ourselves.

I am naive enough to believe that we will make that change...for the good of all of us.

And, I am naive enough to believe that I am not the only one out there who is just this naive...
Thank you Mr. Kennedy for reminding me that there are causes worth believing in, and worth standing up for....

Eye Candy...

I'm going to take a couple of minutes to introduce you to Rachelle Baum of Eye Candy Art.
I want to introduce you to Rachelle because she was the very first person to heart me on Etsy...on the very day I joined no less. Of course I went to see her shop in Etsy, also named Eye Candy Art, and found bright colorful things that tickled my whimsy. I didn't do a very good job of reading everything in the shop welcome area though, and totally missed that she also has a blog, which, when I emailed her to ask permission to blog about her, she graciously shared with me.

I enjoy her blog, I love things that are bright and colorful, and full of fun and cheer, and her blog most definitely qualifies for all of those things. (Actually, I've decided I am a voyeur, I really enjoy the glimpses of life people share with each other in these blogs.) Rachelle is in Victoria, BC. It is a truly lovely part of the world. If you read her profile on the blog that she writes you see this... " i'm tucked away on an island, creating mixed media magic". How could you not love that?

Stop by her shop, check in on her blog...her last entry there is of a Mad Hatter's Tea Party (I am so jealous, I want to have one myself). You cannot help but have your spirits lifted by all the color and whimsy you see...and, to make it even better, Rachelle donates 2% of the net sales from her Etsy shop to CARE Canada, an organization that works to end global poverty and empower women. Women helping to empower women...is there anything better?

Thanks for being my first heart Rachelle!

The rest of the weekend...

Looks comfy doesn't he? He's a sweet dog, really...a little overly excited at times, but then again, who among us isn't? He's a pretty mutt....who stinks. And, boy do I mean he stinks. Little does he know, while he sleeps peacefully there in his chair, the fate that awaits him later this afternoon...horror among all horrors...a bath. He does hate his baths, but I have to tell you, it is hysterical to watch him after. He takes great pleasure in running into the yard and rolling around in the grass. I laugh at his plight, and he gives me dirty looks. He threatens never to speak to me again, but then he gets hungry and I am once again in his good graces.

Speaking of those of us who get excited, I have to share...I rarely get anything in the mail other than bills and advertisements. Yesterday I also found a pink envelope in the mailbox. When I turned it over I saw it was from Maria Greene, from Greene Earth Originals...I was so excited! When I opened it, I found the cutest piece of art, just look at the ACEO she sent! What a wonderful and unexpected moment of bliss! Maria, I just love it...thank you, thank you, thank you! It definitely brightened my whole weekend, I'm so excited to have such a lovely piece of art. Now, my only problem is...do I want to keep it at home or take it in to brighten my office? I guess I will have to give that some thought, but for now...it is sitting on my bookshelf, making me very happy!

How I spent my weekend...so far....

The University has an art museum. Right now they have a special exhibit of primitive and folk art...my favorites, so I thought, "you know....maybe seeing art will inspire me...". I dragged my daughter with me, and off we went. We got to the building, and wandered a bit before we found the actual entrance to the museum....and on the way I took a few photos of The Little One. She even dressed to coordinate...

When we went in, I asked at the desk if I might take photos, and if I might use those photos in my blog. The young woman who was the attendant told us that the folk art could not be photographed, but that the other works of art could. However, the caveat was that I could only use them for personal use. The blog obviously doesn't reach a massive audience, but to be considerate I decided not to take photographs. Now, I tell you all of this to give you the back ground for the rest of the story.

As The Little One and I wandered through the museum, with the two other patrons who were strolling through I noticed the attendant watching us. Later, when we were upstairs at the exhibit, she was also upstairs, and The Little One and I felt as though we were being followed by her making certain that we were not taking photos. It was definitely not a terribly welcoming feeling. We were disappointed that we felt we couldn't take our time and enjoy the art, so we left. Relaxing on a lovely bench outside of the museum enjoying the local scenery instead. (Read that as...we watched some guys play a game of football for a bit.)

This morning, we did a search for "festivals" in Kentucky. Heaven knows we have lots of them in the small towns we have here, so I thought we'd have to find something relatively close that we might enjoy. Now, at this point, let me say....I am such a geek. Just ask The Little One...she tells me all the time. I love all things old and historic. This I take after my grandfather, he loved everything about the Civil War, and he admired Abraham Lincoln greatly. This weekend Camp Nelson is having a reenactment. I have never attended an reenactment...I was very excited.

And, would you look who we meet there?! President Lincoln was terribly gracious when I asked for a photo, and extended his arm to The Little One. Chivalry is not dead, it is at reenactments. (So said The Little One, who looks might little next to Mr. Lincoln, huh?)

To be honest, while I know of Camp Nelson National Cemetery, I did not realize the rich history behind the actual camp, and I was utterly taken in by this event. History truly came alive, and with great characters to see and enjoy. I thought you might enjoy seeing some of them as well...(click on any of them to see a much larger view)

Tomorrow, I think I am heading over to the cemetery...another strange hobby of mine...and I got something in the mail today I plan to share, it is just the coolest thing (thank you Maria, I love it!)...until then....

Mourning the death of my creativity...

Once upon a time, in a colorful, far, far away world, I thought I was talented. People fed this ego of mine by telling me how talented I was...I still recall them saying "If only I were as talented as you are..." or, "I wish I could do what you do...", "how do you create such great designs?", "where do you get your ideas?". Now I just laugh at that thought. Mediocre doesn't even come close to what I am. I feel as thought I am mourning the death of my creativity.



Since finding the blogging world I have spent probably far too much time looking at blogs. Do you have any idea how many amazing and talented women (and men) there are out there in this world? Do you know how many of them blog? Do you know how darned intimidated they make me? How do they find their inspiration, and why can't I find mine the way I used to?

Is this just a "normal" thing? Is it a "phase"? I've never actually been in this much of a rut creatively, so it is virgin territory for me. In that far away world I used to wake up in the middle of the night with new ideas pouring forth so fast I couldn't even write them all down...and now...I still wake in the middle of the night...but to nothing. Zip. Empty. Nothing. Well, sometimes I wake to the dog snoring from his bed...nothing creative about that though.


Once upon a time, I looked at a piece of blank canvas and saw a design there. Fabrics seemed to combine themselves the minute I walked into the store. Ideas were around every corner, tumbling over themselves to be created. Colors danced and played in my dreams. Shadows enticed me to play with paper and pen. Everything inspired me...everything. What has happened?

Whatever it is, I don't like it.

Where is the soul that jumped into creating feet first and never worried about drowning, because something ALWAYS was there waiting to be created? Have I lost my touch? Should I build a casket and just bury it? Maybe ask a few friends, maybe an old customer or two, to drop by for a memorial? Needlepoint a small reminder of it to mark the box I bury it in?

Obviously, my muses have abandoned me...so if you see one, or even two, wandering around out there who look as though they are lost...direct them back to me please. Life is just not as exuberant without them here!

Labor Day...

So...last evening my little one and I decided we'd go to the lake for the holiday. Thought I'd take her on a tour of the local campus up there. We'd enjoy watching the dog play in the lake, get something wonderful to eat, and just generally spend the day enjoying time spent together.

See the picture up there? That is the radar from this morning. I'm in Lexington, the lake is in Morehead...notice the red splotches indicating the hardest rain? Then there is the sleeping beauty who fell asleep on the couch last night, and the sleeping dog. Do they seem all that interested in an early start to you? The forecast for the day, for the entire week actually, suggests that nothing much is going to change as far as the rain goes, and that definitely makes for lazy days not spent at the lake. So much for the best laid plans. Oh well, when they don't work out... change them.

The rain has cooled off the temperatures, and I think some nice, warm, buttery, cinnamon biscuits are most definitely in order for the morning. Simple baking mix, mixed according to the directions for making biscuits, with layers of cinnamon and sugar..baked and then drizzled with glaze made from confectioners sugar and milk. Throw in a great big glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, and what better way to welcome a dreary day?

I think we'll go hang out at the mall, if we can get out between the bouts of rain. It may not be the lake...but it's time spent together, and I can't think of anything I enjoy more.

I hope everyone's holiday is filled with family and friends and great times that make memories for forever!