Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Love your Parents - If you ask me why than read this post

    When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.

    When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.

    When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.

    When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

    When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

    When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

    When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"

    When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window.

    When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

    When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

    When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

    When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

    When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

    Those Teenage Years

    When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

    When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

    When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

    When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

    When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

    When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

    Growing Old and Gray

    When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

    When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."

    When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."

    When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.

    When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

    When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"

    When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

    When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now." When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."

    When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

    And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder. "Rock me baby, rock me all night long." The hand who rocks the cradle ... may rock the world".

    Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother. There's no substitute for her. Cherish every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother!!!

    Your mother will be there for you; to listen to your woes, your braggings, your frustrations, etc. Ask yourself "Have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her "blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???"

    Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect, though you may have a different view from hers. Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.

    DO NOT TAKE FOR GRANTED THE THINGS CLOSEST TO YOUR HEART. LOVE HER MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF. LIFE IS MEANINGLESS WITHOUT HER.
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Hootie Hoot ! Meet Uncle Mike !

    Is this not the CUTEST school photo you've ever seen?!?

    This is my Uncle Mike. And when I saw that picture, I thought, THAT needs to be a cookie!!!
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    Let me tell you a little about my Uncle Mike....

    • He was just 16 when I was born,
    • When I was about 4 or so, he took me on a ROAD TRIP! I think it was from Texas to my grandparents' house in Oklahoma. Apparently, during the trip, he waited patiently outside the ladies' room door for me...and waited...and waited. I didn't come out. It seems my mother had trained me very well to line the toilet seat with toilet paper, BUT it kept falling off! I'm not sure how this was all resolved, but I did eventually make it out of that bathroom.

    • One of my Uncle's favorite expressions is "Hootie Hoot!" I've never heard another person actually utter these words. :)


    • He and kiddo have a private joke that involves the "hi-ho" song from Snow White. (I'll spare you the details.)
    • And I can't forget....he LOVES the RED SOX!!!

    I've always loved my Uncle Mike. Not only because he forgave me when I was 6 and I sat on his glasses and broke them....when he was visiting us....out-of-town.

    {I PRAY I was wearing a wig in this photo because otherwise, I'll be forced to call child protective services. 36 years later.}

    After my mom died, he called. I mean, he called to check in on us every so often. To ask how we were doing, to ask about Kiddo, to have a laugh. My dad & sister & I had each other, but to hear my mom's brother's voice on the phone....it was a great comfort. It was another connection to her and I will never forget that.


    I think some sort of border looks pretty on these edible image cookies....piping, a scalloped edge, sprinkles. This one was piped with a #16 star tip.


    YES....these are EDIBLE images! Do not try this with your home printer. :) (You know, I had to say that, just in case.) My icing printer arrived a few weeks ago and I'm just getting to know it. The “paper” is a thin frosting sheet and the “ink” comes from food coloring jets.


    I'll give a full tutorial on applying edible images in a future post, I promise! Until then, the quick version....format your picture, print on frosting sheets, cut and apply.


    So, help me wish my Uncle Mike a Happy Birthday! Let's give him a Bake at 350 “Hootie Hoot!” ;)


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Familia

    February 21, 2010

    Sundays usually consist of going up to the suburbs to visit my parents for Sunday lunch. This has been a long standing tradition, yet I sometimes find it to be quite torturous. My mother is very critical and has an opinion on everything I do. My father, as lovely as he is, tends to lecture about everything and is a little socially inappropriate with his questions. I don’t have any complaints about my brother, who has been supportive and kind, but things can change. I figure that everyone has their issues with their family, be it parents, siblings or extended family, at some point. Today’s question is: where does the word family come from?

    A: The word family first referred to the servants of a household and then to both the servants and the descendants of a common ancestor. It comes from the Latin word familia, meaning 'household; household servants', which came from another Latin term famulus, or 'servant'. It was not until 1667 that the term was used specifically for the group of persons consisting of parents and their children. The word daughter is a very old English word, first recorded c. 1000 as dohtor. It descends from Old English and is related to words in many other Indo-European languages, such as Greek thugater. The modern spelling daughter was first used in a 16th century Bible and was popularized by Shakespeare. The word son is quite a bit older, found in Beowulf in 645. It also descends from Old English and is related to words in many other Indo-European languages, such as Greek huios. Mother is one of the surviving words from Anglo-Saxon (starting as modor), which are among the most fundamental words in English. Mother has many cognates in other languages, including Old High German muoter, Dutch moeder, Old Norse mothir, Latin mater, Greek meter, and Sanskrit mat. These words share an Indo-European root. Father is derived from Latin pater and has cognates in many other languages; the word entered Old English as feder and foeder.

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LOTS of squealing going on in our house. . .

    I hope you'll forgive this non-food related post, but this seemed like something blog worthy.

    We're invited to a Halloween costume party and, of course, the first place I decided to check for ideas was Martha Stewart's website.

    I started searching the section called "Your Best Halloween Costumes"...costume pictures sent in by readers.

    And.
    There.
    He.
    Is.

    MY SON!!! On Martha's website!!! Oh, the screaming!

    "J....YOU ARE ON MARTHA'S WEBSITE!!!"

    deep breath. deep breath. deep breath. Is this what it feels like to win the lottery?

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No matter where you go, there you are...

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    When I worked for Mary Engelbreit years ago, that was always one of my favorite illustrations of hers...No Matter Where You Go, There You Are. Well, my sister, her husband, my nephew and baby on the way (!) moved back to Texas this week, and I thought they needed a reminder of where they are. :)
    you are here white
    you are here close white
    One thing I learned making these is that Texas is a lot harder to outline than it looks. My husband looking over my shoulder said, "I bet you're wishing we live in Utah right about now. " Yes, Utah seems like it would be a little easier.

    These could really be done for almost any state just by shifting the wording. For a state like Rhode Island, I'd skip the outline altogether and just make the heart.
    you are here side
    I made these using my usual cookie recipe, but substituting vanilla bean paste for the extract and doubling the amount of it. I just love those little vanilla bean specks!

    We're so happy to have our family close by now....I'm thinking that means even more occasions for cookies, cakes, and pies...oh my! :)
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Cookie decorating with the boys . . .

    Last week as I was debating cookie ideas, my son said, "can we make some just to have around the house?" He never asks for cookies (I think he's eaten too many of my mistakes), so I jumped at the chance to make some together.

    We decided to try out some mini Easter cutters and just do simple outlines and sparkling sugar. j cutting cookies
    I just love seeing that BOY'S ARM and digital watch cutting cookies! And boy, did we have cookies!!!
    lots o cookies
    Hubby decided to join us for decorating. They actually had fun! (I was a little worried. Never fear, they are getting their "man time" in now watching Star Wars Clone Wars.)boys piping working

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    Total concentration....notice the arched eyebrows! :)

    bunny sitting

    I love the face on this little guy!

    bunnies pink noses

    j's bunnies
    How about these? I can't decide which is my favorite....the bunny with the glasses or the "surprised" one.

    mini eggs


    boys easy

    One day left for Easter baking! Need some inspiration?

    Today (Saturday) Bake at 350's pantry is being featured at The Perfect Pantry. Go on over and check out Lydia's blog. It's full of great recipes, info and yes, pantries! :) Thanks, Lydia!

    And, before I forget again....the winner of the King Arthur Scone giveaway was Lorie. Thanks for entering! :)

    Have a Happy Easter!

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