Friday, November 16, 2007

Hippie Boy's Food Blog

The Perfect Cinnamon Toast

Hippie Boy wants to launch a food blog. His first entry is his "Perfect Cinnamon Toast", which was so glorious (in his opinion) that he made me take a photo of it. He felt the launch of his blog might go better if he posted his first entry here, since I actually have, well, readers. His thought is a toaster blog. Foods that are prepared using a toaster, because although Hippie Boy is a pretty awesome baker, and can churn out muffins, cakes, and brownies from scratch...he prefers the modern ease of a toaster. So, dear readers, what do you think? Does the world need a toaster blog written by a fourteen year old boy?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Newest Love of Our Lives

Introducing Bob

As in Bob Cat

As in Big Ol' Teddy Bear

Real Conversation

Hippie Boy: Would you like to go to a movie with my sister?

Adorable Computer Geek Friend of Hippie Boy: That would be AMAZING!

Hippie Boy: Great!

Mom: Hippie Boy, Adorable Computer Geek Friend doesn't think he's going on a date with your sister, does he?

Mom again: Your married sister?

Teenaged boys...gotta love 'em!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Hair Again...

Microbraids May 2007

Little Locks November 2007

May 2007

November 2007

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Life is Sweet

Cupcakes with butter cream frosting, and a stack of crumb cakes sweet. Halloween candy, and birthday cake and ice cream sweet. How in the world did we come to be swimming in so much sugar? Not that this sweet tooth is complaining mind you. Yes, the sweets are indeed my downfall, and this time of the year begins the marathon of desserts. From Halloween (which we call "candy day"), to Thanksgiving, to our anniversary, to a child's birthday, to Christmas, to New Year, to another couple of children's birthdays...well, it just never ends. There is an endless sea of pies and cakes, cookies and candy.

But it has its down side. I notice we are more prone to get colds and illness. Maybe the result of the cold weather, and maybe not. And I get soooo tired. Maybe the effects of the busy days, and long dark nights, and maybe not. So as always, I will resolve to be good, and leave it alone. Do you think for the first time in forty years I might actually pull it off? Or will I be found in the corner with my thumb in a pie?

I remember when I was younger, and the sweets took over the house during the holidays. I made dozens of types of cookies, breads, fudge, and candy. I made cheesecakes, and pound cakes, and pies. For weeks the house smelled like a gourmet bakery, and for days every surface was taken over by a froth of fancy cellophane and rivers of ribbon. Then we would drive from house to house, delivering our packages and holiday greetings. Now I have passed the torch, and my darling daughter is buried in mountains of magazines and recipe books, borrowing my recipes and Christmas Cd's. In a way it makes me very happy, as I will benefit greatly by her baking efforts. She will shower our house with way too many goodies, and I will not even have to lift a spatula. But in a way it makes me sad. I see pieces of myself in my little chick, and she is carrying on. But what of the other chicks in this nest. I realize that I cannot do it all, and that it would be fruitless to try. I realize that we have bigger fish to fry (or cookies to bake) right now. But I have to admit that I run my hand longingly over that roll of shiny cellophane in the gourmet wrapping aisle.

Maybe I'll make some cutout cookies, and have the children decorate them. Then maybe we can take a long walk and deliver them to our friends who live on camp. Maybe I'll make some chocolate lollipops too. Maybe we'll put the Christmas Cd's on while we cook...well, that's if SOMEONE remembers to bring them back!

P.S. I want the camera too. How can I EBay without a camera?

Friday, November 2, 2007


...I may edit your comments. Those of you dear ones who stop by to visit, please try and remember not to use names for the fam. It's just that we're so famous in blogland, and I have to keep the paparazzi away from my muddy doorstep. Feel free to use our nicknames, or create clever ones if you like. Come to think of it, other than "Nobody", I don't have one. Maybe I should run a contest.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

On a Personal Note...

My Punkin's Pumpkin

Dearest Ann-tastic,

I do NOT need to call my daughter every day. She usually calls me. And I do NOT need her adorable blog to sneak about leaving her sweet daily messages. No. That's where I abuse her. Check out my many rude and mocking comments, and her request that I eat her shorts. Still she is pretty darned cute don't ya think?

Mama Nobody

P.S. You would look smashing in camo.
P.P.S. WHERE is that blog of yours. I'm getting tired of waiting!