Showing posts with label Guacamole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guacamole. Show all posts

Sunday, February 7, 2010

These are a few of my favorite things...


  What makes your heart sing??
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  The simple things in life that I love...things like homecanned food lined up on pantry shelves.  Compost piles. Perfect large brown eggs under a hen.  The look on my grandsons face when we find the turtle eggs in spring.   The soft snoring my husband does when I come to bed late at night.  The smell of lilacs wafting across the yard. The sight of forsythia, when nothing else has started to bloom.

  Things like this make me happy. The sounds of silence out here.  Bubble gum. The way my youngest dog lays her head on my knee and watches me. The sound of my son's voice on the phone.


  Today has been a loving and peaceful day. The Irishman and I went to lunch after the morning fellowship, then went to see a John Travolta movie called, From Paris, With Love.  It was great.  We came home and read and later made some guacamole with the 39 cent avocados I bought. It was marvelous.  I had some very stale whole wheat wraps that I sliced up, sprinkled with olive oil and salt and baked to use as chips with the guac.  Heated up some tomato soup and called it supper.

I'm turning in early tonight, have a couple of errands to run tomorrow before the snow comes, hopefully. Have to pick up the taxes, go see my sister, stop by and see a friends new granddaughter and then hurry home. lol 


 Need to run over to Enchanted Oaks blog and see how the Haiti fundraiser went.

  
 Am having a brainstorm of an idea to throw a surprise bd party/Valentine's Dinner for the Irishman. His bd is tomorrow,  We have a few single friends who always feel left out on this goofy holiday, and a few couple friewnds who cannot afford to do much...sounds like time for a party to me!!!  Will be short notice, but....it will be how it will be.  He's turning 50...he needs a party!

  Gonna go make some Evites to get out tonight.

  I'm on fire, baby....


Namaste.