Archive | July 2012

Grab A Kleenex

So I’m sitting on my comfy couch, in my air conditioned apartment, catching up on the headlines before I take an afternoon nap. I know, I know – hard life. But I came across one that said “Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day” and I can’t pass that up! So I click and true to the headline it was a total heartwarming tearjerker. Ladies – take off your mascara. Men – find something to get in your eye that you can blame the tears on. But please, please read this.

I know I’m incredibly blessed and I am so thankful for all that I have in life – but stories like this – I’m just blown away. We take SO MANY things for granted. There are millions of people that don’t have basic necessities and I’m aggravated because I have to bake more cake in order to use up my never ending supply of buttermilk! Are you kidding me??

It’s time to take the blinders off.

Hug someone you love.

Be the hands and feet of Christ.




This entry was posted on July 29, 2012. 3 Comments

More Adventures In Baking

Some people say that miracles don’t happen anymore. I say that sometimes they repeat themselves. Do you remember the story of Elijah and the widow that had the never ending jar of olive oil? I think I got a carton of never ending buttermilk.

I’m serious.

I ended up making a blueberry pound cake, a vanilla pound cake, a batch of scones, a batch of biscuits, a batch of pancakes, and five small loaves of cinnamon swirl bread.


I really don’t like wasting, but ya’ll, I’m over the buttermilk. Here’s the vanilla pound cake and the cinnamon bread.


On a different note, I met my exercise goal of getting five hours this week! It’s a good thing too with all the baking I’ve done!


Morning Memories

When I was a little girl, we lived with my mom’s parents for a couple of years. I have so many amazing memories from that time but this morning one in particular stood out to me. My Paw-Paw making pancakes. Ohh I love me some pancakes. Pancakes with syrup. Pancakes with powdered sugar. Pancakes with cinnamon sugar. Plain pancakes. You get the idea.

Now anyone can make pancakes. Make the batter, heat the pan, cook and eat. Simple. But Paw-Paw made the best pancakes. Because his pancakes weren’t just regular old pancakes. Oh no – he made pancakes in the shape of the letters of our names. That my friends, is taking it to the next level.

As I was making my own pancakes this morning (using some of my never ending supply of buttermilk, of course), I couldn’t help but remember sitting at my grandparents’ table, anxiously waiting for my next letter. This morning I had plain old circles, but one day I’ll be as cool as Paw-Paw and make letters too.


This entry was posted on July 26, 2012. 1 Comment

Adventures In Baking

A few years ago I made my Dad a blueberry “pound cake.” It was basically a doctored up box cake mix that turned out pretty dense and tasted great.

A couple of weeks ago my Dad told me that he had some extra blueberries and did I want any? I told him sure, I’d take some and bake him something with them. He asked for a pound cake and instead of going back to the processed cake mix I decided that I’d make one from scratch. I found a recipe and one of the ingredients was buttermilk. That was the only thing I was missing so off to the store I went. All I needed was five tablespoons so I figured I’d get a pint and be done.

No pints.

Okay, so I’ll get a quart. The only brand they had listed guar gum as one of the ingredients. Are you serious??

I ended up with a HALF GALLON of buttermilk (ingredients: cultured milk, nonfat milk, salt) when all I needed was FIVE TABLESPOONS.

So needless to say we had buttermilk biscuits on Saturday. And I tried my hand at buttermilk chocolate chip scones for breakfast yesterday morning.

We’ll be having buttermilk pancakes in the very near future.

Biscuits. Scones. Pancakes. It’s a hard life.


Give Me A Break

I had a whole different post planned for tonight.
But then I dropped a bowl of red beans and rice on the carpet.
Since I had the vacuum out I went ahead and did the whole room. Got to check off one of the to-do’s that didn’t get done last weekend.
Lemonade out of lemons right?
Catch ya later.


An Hour Is A Long Time!

I read an article in Fitness magazine that said we need to get five hours of exercise a week – two 60 minute strength workouts and three 60 minute cardio workouts. I’ve been exercising fairly regularly for a little over a year now but I rarely get five hours a week. Three is more like it (and that’s on a good week!). Recently my workout buddy and I decided to set weekly goals to focus on in an effort to stay on track. This week my only goal was to get in all five hours of exercise.

I’ve taken hour long classes at my gym and the time passed pretty quick. My buddy is out of town for a few days and I didn’t feel like going to the gym by myself so I combined two workouts that I’ve done before so that I’d get in a full 60 minutes. I did it but oh. my. gosh. It’s been a while since I’ve pushed myself that hard for that long! I’m going to sleep good tonight!

Both workouts were ones I’ve gotten from a trainer at the gym and I highly recommend them.

The “Days of Fitmas” workout is done like the Days of Christmas song. 1 push-up; 1 push-up, 2 lunges; 1 push-up, 2 lunges, 3 calf raises; and so on.
The 10×10 starts with the first exercise and then adds the next exercise. 10 lunges; 10 lunges, 10 upright rows; 10 lunges, 10 upright rows, 10 bicycles; and so on.

Combining these two workouts took me about an hour and five minutes. I pretty much wanted to die by the time I got to the burpees!

One hour down, four to go!


The Best Laid Plans

I’m extremely lucky in that I am able to work a 4/10 week. That means that I work four ten-hour days and am able to have a three day weekend every week. I use Friday for running errands while Jeff is at work, Saturday for fun stuff, and Sunday for church and relaxing.

I am all about a to-do list and if I don’t have one made out everyday then something is wrong. This weekend was no exception. As it happened, I didn’t get all of Friday’s to-do’s done so those got pushed to Saturday. Saturday was crazy – we spent half the day car shopping. It ended up worth the effort because we were able to get the car we wanted but then the Friday do’s and most of the Saturday do’s didn’t get done.

My Sunday started late because I kept snoozing (the snooze button is evil by the way), and couldn’t get going. I was mad at myself for not getting a head start on my list, and all I could think about was how frantic the afternoon was going to be trying to fit everything in before work tomorrow morning.

Thankfully, that was when God decided to step in and remind me how melodramatic I am. The message at church today was “The Call R.E.S.T.” and the scripture lesson was Mark 6:30-34, 53-56. R.E.S.T. stands for Really Enter Sabbath Rest and it was just what I needed to hear today.

Yes, the laundry still needs to be done. Yes, the floor needs to be vacuumed. Yes, the stove just broke and we are waiting on the maintenance guy. Seriously. Ugh. But I had a wonderful weekend spent with friends and family and I’m blessed beyond words. So I’m going to go hug my sweetie, order a pizza and thank God that tomorrow is another day. The chores can wait.