Twin Falls 2015

Twin Falls are near the Boy Scout camp at Kyle's Landing on the Buffalo. A short drive from our house and an even easier walk so it's no surprise that I like going there in the Spring to take pictures and take a nice little walk.

Taking time to smell the flowers Cheyenne style

So on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, my friend Juliet's young daughter picked a dandelion flower and brought it to me. Look at the pretty flower she exclaimed. Holding Cheyenne (Lauren's puppy), I leaned over to smell it-and so did Cheyenne. She actually smelled the flower, looked around, and bent down and ate the flower in one quick chomp. There was no pulling it out of her mouth. Luckily, the little girl wasn't traumatized and thought that it was funny.

7 up biscuits revisited

I've made "7 up biscuits" once before and they were a little on the flat side resembling hockey pucks, but I made them again this weekend and they were wonderful. It had to be a fluke so I made them again-and again wonderful, fluffy biscuits. So I might have mastered it.
7 up biscuits
2 cups of bisquick
one half cup of sour cream-cut the sour cream into the bisquick and add one half cup of 7 up.
Roll them out-about half an inch thick and place in a 9x13 pan that has one quarter cup of melted butter in it. This should make anywhere from 6 to 8 biscuits. Bake at 425 for 15 minutes.

On turning 50

50 years ago I made my entrance into this world. I was born lucky. Almost on St. Pat's day. My parents wanted me and loved me as much as any two young parents love their first born. I was raised with that love and it only intensified with the birth of each sibling. I'm the oldest of four-and at some point in my life each one of my siblings has been my salvation. They are incredible people. Smart, funny, and full of love...just like Mom and Dad. Things weren't always easy-Dad worked in the day and went to school at night. Mom worked an assortment of jobs. Kids argue, fuss, and get into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes we didn't have much, but we had each other. Really had each other. I knew(and still know) that all I have to say is I need... and they're there. That's the way it has always been. When one of us hurts, it seems like all of us hurt.
So, it's my birthday and the first one without my mom. It should be easier on me-I've watched the others and they seem to be getting stronger. I had her a little longer than them. No really, I did. You know how kids grow up and move out? I grew up, moved out, and moved back in again. In my forties and living with my mom-I thought she'd be really glad to get rid of me when the time came. She wasn't. We laughed about it. Both crying and laughing-both us not wanting to move on. Not wanting to let go.
I'm still not good at letting go-I don't think I ever will be and now that I've hit that half century mark I'm thinking about it. Face it, I've probably lived half my life already. That doesn't depress me or scare me. I've had an incredible life. I've felt the mist of  Niagra Falls on my face. Stood on the rim of the Grand Canyon with the love of my life and beneath the Eiffel Tower with one of my very best friends.  For every tear I've shed, there has been twice as much laughter. My children have all told me that they love me. My girls tell me so much it's almost embarrassing, but don't think my heart doesn't do a little dance every time I hear the words "Mom, I love you".  My son called to tell me that one night and left a voice message on my phone-it's almost a year old now and I still replay it. More importantly-they've shown me that they love me. My grandson does too.
My husband has made it his mission to make my dreams come true... and he's doing a very fine job. There are things I'd like to do in the future-so I'll keep dreaming about them-and Dwight will keep making them come true.
So this getting old isn't for sissies, but it's for me.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

May those that love us, love us
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping.-an Irish Blessing

Twitter pated at the Day House

Ahhh...Spring time. The time of love...personally, I love to hear the peepers outside. Peepers are the little frogs that start making noise looking for a mate.Which the cat already found-yes we have kittens due. Not sure when, but this is the same cat I've been trying to catch to take to the spay/neuter clinic. Missed the last one (obviously). Mama is a barred rock hen that is sitting on some eggs.
But no puppies or ducklings just yet.

Like the title-older not wiser-no answers here

Today was my nephew's 18th birthday-and while it was a very happy day, an important person was missing from his celebration. Mom would have loved to see him turn 18-and would have had a lot to say and do. This brings us to a common problem-Mom's not here and won't be for many important things. I don't have an answer as to what to do or what to say to make things easier-I wish I did, but for the love of me the only thing I can think of is a song that the nuns sing in the "Sound of Music". It's called "How do you solve a problem like Maria".
How do you solve a problem like Maria?Bonnie

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

How do you find a word that means Maria?Bonnie

A flibbertigibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her

Many a thing she ought to understand

But how do you make her stay

And listen to all you say

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?Bonnie

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?




If you need me, I'll be somewhere in the hills....

Happy Birthday Lauren

Happy Birthday to my baby girl


Keep Calm
and be crazy
laugh, love
and live it up
because this
is the oldest
you've been and
the youngest
you'll ever
be again