Sunday, June 25, 2006

She's back

We missed you Care Bear but are really glad you had a chance to stay with Katie and Barrett and do neat stuff last week. Now we need KT and B'dawg here for a week. Soon. Posted by Picasa

Carl's Birthday

Alivia is celebrating her Grandpa Carl's Birthday. I know its hard to tell that from the expression on her precious little face but she is. She is thinking someone should teach these people how to party. Just give me a year and I'll show 'em.

Monday, June 19, 2006

My day to baby sit again

I must have talked too much today. Posted by Picasa

Mayport Ferry

Carl and I drove up A1A and took the Mayport Ferry across the St.Johns on our way to Kingsley Plantation and the park that is near. We are trying to schedule local adventures this summer since we aren't traveling much. Carl prefers water adventures so I think the ferry ride was his favorite part of the day. Although watching the big ships come and go was a close second. We had planned on stopping by P.F.Changs on the way home but the wait was too long so we settled for fast Mexican food instead. It wasn't bad but still it was a poor substitution.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Photo contest winner

Livi's Aunt Nicole took this picture. It's my favorite too, Nicole. You win the best picture award. She looks so happy. I think she has realized that she needs to pose for optimun cuteness. Such a gifted child! Posted by Picasa

Friday, June 16, 2006

A thorn?

The rosebush must die. A shame really, because I love the enormous clusters of small pink roses that gracefully hang from its thorny vines- its damn stinking thorny vines. Last week while repotting my plants I bumped into the vine. It hurt, I cussed, bled and forgot about it. Except it didn’t heal right. Today, a week later, I decided to go have a doctor look at it. I’ve given birth to a ten pound baby without drugs. Really? a thorn ? How degrading. Four x-rays, a two inch incision, a ten day supply of antibiotics, a tetnus shot and enough gauze to wrap a swami for a thorn? When they finally found it I thought it would be the whole huge thorn. Nope. It was a miniscule tip of a thorn. Dem roses be bad. I am plotting its demise as I type. A front end loader? Blasting Caps? Armored gardening attire? All suggestions will be considered. Posted by Picasa

Monday, June 12, 2006

Sponge baby

Livi's serious little face and big eyes makes it appear as if she is taking in every word spoken to her. I talked to her nonstop all day and I am pretty sure she understood it all. She is a really good listener.

My day to babysit

Not only is she beautiful but she has a sweet disposition. It was grandmotherhood bliss for me all day. I don't want to go back to the grind tomorrow but I must admit that I am whooped. Posted by Picasa

Friday, June 09, 2006

grape salad

This is kinda funny. Me, posting a recipe. Me, the person known for such creations as the beef chip, the pork chip and the chicken chip ( pieces of meat charred beyond recognition on the grill) . Me, the woman who modeled and therefore taught her precious toddler daughter to stamp her foot and yell "Damn it !I've burned it again." while cooking on her little Fischer Price stove. Me, the person whose children say "when the smoke alarm goes off dinner is ready". But I said I would so here it is. This recipe doesn't involve heat so it's a good one. I was first treated to this salad at the Chocolate Biscuit in Trussville Alabama. Thanks Mel. It was a good discovery.

4 pounds seedless green grapes
1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream
1/2 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 ounces chopped pecans
2 tablespoons brown sugar
Wash and dry grapes. In a large bowl, mix together the cream cheese, sour cream, sugar and vanilla. Add grapes and mix until evenly incorporated. Sprinkle with brown sugar and pecans, mix again and refrigerate until serving.

Friday off with time on my hands- sort of

I am home today waiting for my eyes to return to normal. Dr.Davis maybe went a little crazy with those dilating drops. After the appointment I had intended to go work with a programmer friend for a few hours and then with the Presbyterians but instead I came home to squint a lot in a darken room. I ordered pink frames for my regular glasses and plastic frames complete with rhinestones for my sunglasses. I think that makes it official. I have become an eccentric old person. Melissa Ash, if you are reading this, I think it might mean I have become a hot flash gal.

I am planning to repot all my plants this afternoon – a good idea probably since some have been in the same soil for years and years. It will be a massive undertaking. I have always loved growing things but I have lost interest during the last year or so. Cara noticed this too so she bought me a new crop of bedding plants for my birthday last week. Several months ago she asked why I didn’t have my flowers looking "good" like I normally do. Good question. Don’t know. Must re- engage.

I did some consultant work in Fernandina Beach last week. I hadn’t been to Fernandina in eleven years. Wow. The historic homes are just magnificent. Eleven years ago it was more like Palatka’s historic district. Hit and miss…mostly miss. It would be nice to think we will have the same success rate in P-town. I’m scheduling more free time during the next trips to explore.

Friday, June 02, 2006

one can be yours for just 750,000.

This picture of apartments in Japan caught my eye. I thought they looked funky and interesting until I read about the designer's thoughts on who should live in them. From the
"Arakawa believes that comfort makes you grow old quick, and that residents, in particular elderly ones, need to be kept on their toes by having their interiors physically challenge them. Lopsided floors force the resident to maintain a good sense of balance , strangely located light switches insist we feel around for the light, whilst small veranda doors will ask you to crawl and bend to enter. " Surely he is not serious. If so, I hope he lives to be really old and has to live in one of these.

lavender Christmas soap