Grandma's Pie InventionMy grandkids are the pickiest eaters imaginable and getting them to eat breakfast is a frustrating chore. I came up with a breakfast meal that's nutritious, tasty and fun to prepare. They call it Grandma's Pie Invention and now they ask for it when they come to visit.
Hide Money for Teens Inside Glove FingersMy 3 grandchildren are all teenagers now and it is very difficult to know what to buy them for Christmas. Money is always welcome but I didn't want to just give them an envelope with cash.
My Retired Tea TowelsWe all have them, the old tea towels that are worn out, faded or stained, that we don't care to use anymore and that we would never put out when company is coming over.
Gold Painted Branch As Home DecorLast summer, I found a nice branch that I spray painted gold. Usually it sits in a decorative basket in the hallway. This past Christmas, I hung some small red bells from the branches, wrapped the basket with a seasonal tea towel and placed it on a side table in the family room.
Exfoliate and Moisturize at the Same TimeI have dry flaky winter skin around my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose. Quite by chance I found a remedy that removes the flakes and moisturizes at the same time without leaving my face all shiny.
Seventh Birthday Memories (July 1958)Today is my birthday and I'm so, so excited. I'm seven years old now. I don't know why being seven is better than being six. It just is. Maybe it's because whenever I really want something, Mum always says when you're older. So now I'm older and maybe we can get the baby kitty I want.
Dealing with A Broken ShoulderFour months ago, my feet went out from under me when I walked on a glazed concrete garage floor that had become wet from rain. I landed on my shoulder and knew from the crack I heard that I'd broken it. X-ray confirmed that I had a fractured proximal humerus bone.
Nest on a NestWe put up a little birdhouse and a local robin deemed it to be the ideal spot for building her nest.
Simple Memories of Simple MomentsMy father shaved every Saturday night after his bath. The smell of the week's sweat was washed away, replaced by the clean light fresh smell of the Sweetheart soap he used.
A Better Today and TomorrowRecently I asked someone if I was being a 'bitch'. The person I asked the question of drew my attention to the word I used. I was quite embarrassed; it made me stop and think. In my defense, such that it is and it's no good excuse I know, the word slipped out of my mouth without thinking and I didn't even consider that I was using a harsh or vulgar one.