|
Saturday, December 31, 2005
|
|
Overdue Creation of Holiday Delectables
|
Shh!
Can you keep a secret?
Don't tell anyone. It's one of those things, ya know?
In our family, as in some others I know, there are just a few things that we don't share with others.
I'm sure your family has things like that.
It could be embarrassing stories.
It could be holiday traditions. (I know you Davises think Christmas morning is sacred. ;)
It could be like our family.
It could be a recipe.
Years ago, my aunt discovered this recipe. She gave it to my grandmom. Grandma gave it to my mom. Mom gave it to me. Many times I have made these sugar cookies. They aren't too sweet. But they aren't tasteless. They taste especially grand when paired with the special icing recipe.
It's been years since I've made these cookies with my grandma. Tuesday, we had company coming. This afforded the perfect opportunity. I was supposed to make them in the morning, let them in the fridge for a while, and have them all done before company came.
However, we didn't have any eggs.
Now, I know this recipe is a secret, but I don't think it's a secret that it takes eggs and as long as I don't tell you everything else that's in them, I will not be accused of leaking information.
We had to get eggs.
Ok, well, we had to go out on another errand anyway. But hey, as long as we're going to the bank and the grocery store and the post office, we might as well go out for lunch too. My mom had been wanting to take Grandma to one particular restaurant around here. (I knew perfectly well it was Manda's day to work too, so I was in no way opposed to going. And I might add that she is the friendliest waitress-lady there. :)
After enjoying lunch together (and dessert), we made it home in plenty of time to make up the dough. I stuck it in the fridge and played on Daddy's new Xbox while I waited for it to get hard.
Soon preparations were being made to receive our guests. I was rolling out dough. I put some in the oven.
"JAMES!!! ARE YOU BUSY???"
"KIND OF!"
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING?"
"WINNING THIS LEVEL!!!"
"OK, WELL, I NEED YOU TO MAKE SOME ICING!"
"OKAY!"
I pulled a batch from the oven. Rolled out some more dough. Put some more in. Set the timer.
"JAMES?!?"
"YEAH?"
"DO YOU WANT THEM TO HAVE ICING OR NOT?"
"YEAH!"
"WELL, YOU BETTER MAKE IT!"
He came out and made a batch. Then all us girls got to work. Mom was coloring icing. Grandma was decorating trees and snowmen. I was making them as fast as they were decorating them. I am always amazed at how many cookies that recipe makes. It seemed like we'd never finish. We ran out of icing after a while, so we just left some of them without it.
Now normally, I don't share my sugar cookie baking with anyone (last time I did, the girl I baked with swiped my secret recipe *gasp and horrors!*), but since it's just pictures, I'll share them with y'all here. |
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:57:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Swirlies in the Icing
|
Mom made the icing and colored it blue for snowmen, green for trees, and yellow for silver bells. (JK)
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:56:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
One Hot Cookie
|
This was the first time I didn't burn myself while making these cookies. :)
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:54:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
I know this doesn't exactly fit with the cookie baking theme of this post, but I really love your hair like that!
Baking in the kitchen with others is so delightful especially if those "others" happen to be your mom and grandmother. May you make many memories of happy times together during your grandmother's visit.
On a side note . . . have I ever eaten one of those super secret cookies? I can't remember.
~Cara
-
I think I brought them to your house one year for caroling but I can't remember.
-
Well, cara, you may not have had any, but I certainly have :)
-
Richleau,
'Tis not nice to brag. :)
~Cara
-
Sorry! But Once You've tasted them, you'll understand the term "bragging rights."
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Official Cookie Icer
|
Grandma's had lots of practice, so we appointed her cookie icer. I was not quite so adept when I tried to help. :)
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:54:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Official Cookie Cutter-Outer
|
I was much better at rolling out and cutting.
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:52:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Women in the Kitchen
|
Of course. Where did you expect to find us? ;)
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:52:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
A sneak look inside Willy Wonka's cookie factory
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Musical Talent
|
Apparently, it runs in the family. How it skipped me and only hit Jess and James I don't know.
 |
|
posted by cori
12/31/2005 08:51:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
Friday, December 30, 2005
|
|
Misty Paths
|
This was one beautiful day!
James and I had piano lessons today. Mrs. Bell's place is so gorgeous that sometimes I just can't resist going out for a walk. Most people like it best in the summertime, with the sun shining an dthe birds singing in the trees. But what drew me out today was the cold wind, the rain and the alluring mist hanging over the river.
I headed out across the field, directing my steps to the wooden bench that sits under that big, seemingly lifeless tree. As my shoes sank a little in the wet earth, I looked back to see my footprints following me from the house. I smiled to myself and thought, "That's cute."
I looked ahead again, and redirected myself as by looking downward while I walked I had gone slightly off course. Reaching the clearing, I saw the low branch of a tree and was reminded of our piano recital and how I insisted on riding inside the golf cart after Derek drove under that branch. I smiled again and walked toward the bench.
I stopped before reaching it. I wished I had a camera. The mist hovering over the water was shrouding everything past a hundred feet. I could see clearly the little peninsula of grass with the bench in the middle. It was surrounded on all sides by reeds taller than me. I could look over the reeds and see little rivers going off in three different directions, each separated by a clump of marshes here and there.
I didn't want to go further. I wanted to stand there and look at it. It was a good view. If I went down to the bench, I would not be able to see above the reeds. But I went anyway. I sat down, pulling my jacket down as far as I could to sit on it and keep my skirt from getting damp.
I looked up into the sky. The limbs of the tree above me were bare. It looked dead. The only sound I could hear was the rain hitting the leaves on the ground beneath the tree. It was loud and as I held my face toward the sky, I felt the water begin to run down my face. It hit my forehead and cheeks and ran down my chin. I could have wiped it away, but it felt good. Besides, I wasn't about to take my hands from their warm pockets.
After fifteen minutes, I decided to walk some more. Along the tree line, which I normally avoid during summer months because of the snakes, I wound my way in and out among the pines. I stopped when I reached the point where the path turned in toward the dock. I stepped over a log and pile of wet leaves. Down the dock and up to the water. It was high tide. The mist still covered from sight the other side of the river.
Two ducks startled me as they took flight. I hadn't expected to see any animals out in the rain.
Ten minutes I sat there, contemplating the millions of ripples that constantly formed. Circles overpowering smaller circles and making way for larger ones. The largest ripples continuing on until they faded into the mass of tiny waves on the water.
It was cold. I looked up at the sky a second time. It was completely white. I opened my mouth to catch the raindrops. As I closed my eyes, small drops hit my chin, my hair, and my eyelashes. I sat there still. When I opened my eyes, the rain was dripping from my hair. My bangs held tiny drops on the ends that fell when I shook my head.
I stood to walk some more and found myself on a path scattered with wet brown leaves. Grass was peeking through a bright emerald green color, in stark contrast to the dreariness around me. If it had not been so dreary, I should never have noticed the color of the grass. It was so beautiful.
Along behind the pine trees and back to the house, stopping to brush my hand against the needles and make the water droplets fall. Touching them with my tongue to feel the cool rain inside my mouth.
It was a beautiful walk.
I only wished I had a friend with me to share it with. So I decided to share it with you.
:) |
|
posted by cori
12/30/2005 08:59:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
Thursday, December 29, 2005
|
|
Deck Them Halls and All That Jazz - Part One
|
Finally! I have a long enough period of free time to slow down and blog!
It seems like life has been moving at light speed as we prepared for the Christmas holiday. Between working at the store and being busy there, and shopping on my off hours and sewing a little when I got the chance, I haven't had much time to do much else.
My grandma came out to spend the holiday with us. She is here now. Let's see, I could start with her arrival and narrate from there.
Friday, December 23
I think I remember my first thought that morning being something like "Man, I have to get up and clean this room before I go to work or Grandma won't be able to walk in here."
So I did.
Then I went to work.
What a hectic day. Why is it that men wait until two days before Christmas to go shopping for their wives and mothers? You could tell who was shopping last minute and who was picking up a last minute thing because the guys that came in for last minute things didn't buy a card. They already had their cards and gifts at home. They were just looking around to find some other little thing to add to it.
The other fellows, the last-minute shoppers, bought cards and spent about twenty minutes deciding whether or not their wife already had that Precious Moments figurine. "What's the newest one you have?" I don't know how many men asked me that on Friday. They didn't really know what their wife had or which one she would like, so they wanted the newest one so they'd know she didnt' already have it. Then, of course, they wanted it wrapped. Do guys not like wrapping? Are they just inept at it? What's the deal? Only about half the ladies wanted their stuff wrapped. I'd say about 90% of the guys did. And if they bought more than one thing, they wanted it all wrapped in the same paper, with the same color bow, and here, tape this card to it. Now their wife could see how coordinated they were at wrapping presents. ;) Whatever.
I was wrapping presents in my sleep that night.
I got home, but Grandma wasn't there yet. Daddy had gone with the Jbear to pick her up in Lancaster. My aunt was to bring her half-way, and then the guys were going to bring her here. But they weren't back yet. So I hurried to make up the bed with clean sheets and tried to get in a little last minute sewing before James got back.
Grandma came. After getting in all her luggage and things, we sat in the living room and contemplated a package that Joy V. had sent me. Just as I started to open it, after shooting down all opposition from those not concerned in the matter, the doorbell rang.
Now at my house, a ringing doorbell can only mean one thing. When you answer it, there are inevitably people on the other side of the Davis description who promptly begin to sing. It matters not what time of year it may be. It could be Christmas carols. It may be just that they feel like making you smile with another number, but sure enough, we opened the door and there stood Derek, Danielle and Dana, wishing us a merry christmas.
They had brought over some gifts for Christmas for James and I. Thanks, guys! I so loved it! It was so funny to see that present and hear Derek say that and actually wonder if he really had gone out and bought that. :)
Saturday, December 24
Christmas Eve
You remember how I said there were a lot of guys in the store Friday? Well, I think I might have waited on ten ladies all day long. It was a long day, but at four o'clock no one was in the store but us chickens and we closed up.
Homeward!
Seafood has been the traditional Christmas Eve dinner for many years past. I don't remember when we started it. I know we didn't always have it that way. We used to have turkey and then have the sandwiches for lunch on Christmas Day. However, since we kids have gotten older and expressed a liking for shrimp and crabs, we have had them on Christmas Eve and started a new tradition.
After dinner, I locked myself in my bedroom and didn't let anyone near me for about a half-hour while I wrapped up all my presents in dark blue paper with little singing angels on it and the words Joy to the World in four different colors. Each present had a matching white ribbon tied around it with little curlie ties on the ends.
Walking downstairs, I found my family engaged in their second viewing of It's a Wonderful Life for the season. By the time that was finished, we all got ready for bed. I've been bunking on the couch since my grandma's been visiting, so I was all snuggled in my warm blanket clutching the ever popular stuffed animal and ready for sleep when the light upstairs came on.
"Goodness, what now?" I thought.
Mom came down and headed to the kitchen. "I can't stand the thought of getting up tomorrow to a sink full of dishes and a dirty kitchen."
Well, frankly, I wasn't looking forward to it either. So we did the dishes that night until ten thirty. I don't like doing them that late usually, but when the next day is Christmas and you know very well you're not going to want to take the time then, well, you know how it goes.
Sunday, December 25
Christmas Day
8:30am
I tried to sleep later, but when you're sleeping on the couch, you get up when the first riser gets up. Oh well, I had buttonholes to sew onto my vest and skirt before church anyway. That took a while. Not the buttonholes, but the buttons. I was surprised I even got them done. In the car and on our way, we were there in the usual thirty minutes it takes to get there.
Pastor Cattell gave his black Christmas ornament sermon. The one we've been hearing about since November from the Smith children. It was essentially the message of the wordless book, only he used Christmas balls instead. James and Adrienne and I had a special music piece to play. Masters in the Hall was the song of choice. We'd practiced it once together, but we did pretty well in spite of it. James and I played our Carol of the Bells. Everyone likes that song. It's so fun to play.
At home, we opened our presents to each other in between getting dinner ready and answering phone calls from distant family members. Mom and Daddy bought me a serger (!) and some extremely pretty and soft sweaters. James gave me the DVD National Treasure, which I thought was very perceptive of him. (My hints were pretty blunt, though. "Hey James, know what you can get me for Christmas?") New pj's and puzzles and cookies and my favorite little strawberry candies and a teacup and Bath&Body Works stuff were all received from grandparents, aunts and uncles. Grandma Thompson gave me a really sweet white sweater with a belt that ties at the waist. It's long and lacy and meant to be worn over an outfit.
Mom got some new dresses and skirts and games and puzzles. Daddy got his Xbox and games to go with it. James got everything from chocolates to an umbrella to cologne. ;)
I spent the afternoon on the edge of my seat (again). I watched NT for about the fourth time. It's always exciting. I totally love Riley Poole. :) Then I watched as Dad wrecked his fancy new car in the races. Then he tried to show me how to drive and we all realized the real reason I don't have a license.
Being as I had to work the next day, I went to bed at a fairly decent hour. Ten-thirty? or so? Whatever.
Ok, now I'm going to post this so y'all can read it before I have to write again about the holiday fun we had after the holiday. :) |
|
posted by cori
12/29/2005 12:16:00 PM
|
| |
|
-
I shouldn't read your blog. It always makes me homesick!
Sounds like you had a terrific Christmas. I love the way you write - you describe things so vividly. Only you would be able to make the button holes and sew on the buttons to your Christmas outfit before leaving for church. Your quickness in sewing never ceases to amaze me!
May you have a wonderful, blessed and Happy New Year.
~Cara
-
How could I forget?!? What those guys thought when you screamed like that I wish I knew, but by the way they called out and asked if everything was alright, I figure we better not try that one again.
Good heavens, girl!
-
Hahaha! "Chris" sounds like fun!
-
I didn't scream! That was a different night.
:b
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words
|
This is James' Christmas outfit; the tie and shirt he got for his birthday and had been waiting for a special day to wear them together.
 |
|
posted by cori
12/29/2005 10:07:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Under the Umbrella
|
Now some people would say that this is not a good thing to do, but James believes "it's bad luck to be superstitious."
 |
|
posted by cori
12/29/2005 09:23:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Wanna see what I wore today?
|
This outfit I am very proud of. It didn't cost me more than the price of buttons. Grandma supplied some old patterns from the attic and Cara supplied some extra fabric she didn't need. Derek supplied the drink. That drink was sparkling cider.
 |
|
posted by cori
12/29/2005 09:01:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
Glad I could contribute to your outfit . . . even if I don't remember the fabric at all. :) Was that from the box I begged you to look through when we were about to move?
~Cara
-
No, I don't know where it came from, but when I got home from IL it was sitting on my bed with the rest of it.
-
The dres definately looks great Les!
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
What a sweet little thing!
|
I got this pin from my mom. She had us in a gift shop for an hour one day and I finally was tired of standing around waiting for her to make up her mind what to buy. She said she thought I'd never leave so she could buy the pin for me. :)
 |
|
posted by cori
12/29/2005 08:59:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
Saturday, December 24, 2005
|
|
Christmas - a celebration of sacrifice
|
I don't know how many of you have heard this song before. The lyrics were written by Michael Card. They paint a very clear picture of Christ's first sacrifice, the one He made when He left His throne, the first sacrifice which paved the way for the second. The words speak of our imperfections, of how God's perfection alone can make up for them, and how He condescended to speak on our behalf.
The Final Word
You and I, we use so very many clumsy words.
The noise of what we often say is not worth being heard.
But when the Father wanted to communicate His love,
He spoke it in one final perfect Word.
He spoke the incarnation, and so was born a Son.
His final word was Jesus. He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
Then was born a baby who would die to make it mine.
And so the Father's fondest thought became flesh and blood.
He spoke the living luminous word and at once His will was done.
And so the transformation that in man had been unheard,
Took place in God the Father as he spoke that final Word.
And so the Light became alive and manna became Man.
Eternity stepped into time so we could understand.
I long sometimes for the ability to speak my thoughts so fluently as some others seem to have a gift for. |
|
posted by cori
12/24/2005 08:15:00 PM
|
| |
|
-
Ok, ok. I called Friday night, just like I said I would, but you were eating. So I told your relation I would call back later.
Well, I did, but y'all must've been online *gasp, there's a thought!* so I couldn't get you.
Then the next day was Christmas Eve. I wasn't going to interrupt your Christmas Eve and incur your family's displeasure for distracting you so I didn't call then. :)
Merry Christmas!
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
Thursday, December 22, 2005
|
|
O Starry Night
|
The stars are decking the skies. There is a faint hint of purple in the night sky that grows more distinct as your eyes follow the horizon to the east where the sun has been set for more than a half hour.
Pachelbel's Canon plays on the CD player and the heater is making your lips dry.
Reaching for your Coke, you sip through the straw and a cool, sharp liquid fills your mouth. It helps to quench the thirst created by the salty fries that come with the meal you bought at McDonalds.
Daddy blows the car horn to scare away the deer and turns on the highbeams.
Passing the houses along the road, you view the Christmas decorations everyone has out this year. Some are really tacky. Those inflatable santas and the red and green glowing candles in the window. "Oh my soul! Look at that!"
Some are really quite lovely. The white icicle lights and garland strung along the eaves and porch of a big Victorian style home. "That one's pretty."
You take another drink.
Your feet are getting cold.
Flip the switch on the heater and suddenly the warm air is thawing out your toes.
Once a year, this event comes along. Just me and Dad. We go to Deptford to do our Christmas shopping. Of course we wait until the last week beforehand. It's more crowded at the mall, but that just adds to the fun. Usually, it takes a long time to find a parking space and even then we have to walk for a good ways in the cold to get inside. But this year, we lucked out. It wasn't extremely close, but I only had time to get cold before we made in to JCPenney's.
Onward we trek. Battling the enemy forces, we pursue our target. It is not long before I spy out the perfect color. Breaking ranks with my companion, I seek to further investigate this eye-catching shade of blue. Precious seconds tick away. Disappointed in my hopes of completing my objective, I look up to see my partner at the end of the aisle. He suddenly stops. He must realize he is alone. To the left. To the right. Then behind. A look is finally turned in my direction. A look that says, “How did you get there?”
Catching up to him, I wonder at the distance he had covered in the short amount of time it took me to step aside from the path.
Soon we were following a lead. The signs all pointed in the same direction. The contacts had told us to retrace our steps. When we reached our destination, it was still a hard quest. In vain, it seemed, we searched for the right size.
This was not something covered in our training, nor in or reconnaissance session before embarking. I had to contact home base. I talked to the man on duty and sent him into the archives. Into a dark closet and through several articles before finding the right one. A letter? No, I need a number. At last, just before losing contact with him, he found the information I needed.
After bribing a guard to let us escape with the objects of our mission, we departed from the enemy zone, only to cross the lines into another foreign country. We lost our bearings. Sure, I had been here many times before, but I had always entered by another route.
Wandering aimlessly through the country, we tried to blend in, yet still being mindful of the time, we had to hasten our movement. We had another mission to complete before leaving. Into a shop. A quick look around. Out again. Nothing was catching our eyes. Act casual, but keep yourself alert. Where would be the most likely place? Where were they hiding? I could only pick up a few things here and there while we tried to stay within the time limit. We had to be back at base on time. The clock was ticking. We had to go.
We charted our course back the same way we came in. We had left our transport outside. The biting cold hit as we made our way to the vehicle. Hugging myself to keep warm, I wondered if the base would allow a change of uniform on a night like this. Two-legged skirts are much warmer on a night like this.
:) |
|
posted by cori
12/22/2005 02:09:00 PM
|
| |
|
-
Leslie:
Merry Christmas! It was fun to start this holiday reading about one of my favorite "father and daughter teams!"
Love,
Mrs. Horn
-
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
Monday, December 12, 2005
|
|
Odds & Ends and other things
|
Not really having any one particular event of interest to write about, I am going to tell you all the new things I have been doing lately.
Friday, we watched the new Music Man movie. It was just like the last one except for a few changes in the script. All the songs were the same. All the lines were the same. There were better characters. I can much more easily believe Marian could fall for Matthew Broderick than for Robert Preston. :-P And I can more readily sympathize with the professor when he's not always got his guard up. And I much prefer the style of singing in the new movie. Mom says it's because I'm used to hearing people sing that way.
Saturday, I started working at the Gift Gallery again. I am only working there for the month of December. I figured it might work out well. I can use the extra money and Mary can sure use the help at Christmas. :-)
Sunday, I went to church and played my flute for the service. The Smiths weren't there, so it was only James, Adrienne and I for instruments.
Today, I had a chiropractor appointment. I don't seem to be making the progress that I should with my jaw. I know I should be putting ice and heat on it more than I do, but it's not something I think about doing until it starts to hurt and by that time all I really want is ibuprofen. :-/
I got a Christmas present in the mail on Saturday from the girls in WBLA. They sent me a card with our picture on it. It was one we had taken for the department picture, done in black and white. And they sent me a CD of Christmas music. It's the newest one in the To God All Praise and Glory series. It's got some really great songs on it. One is called Masters in This Hall. It's a French carol and sounds really awesome.
I talked to Brittany on Saturday night. It was great to hear her voice again. She and Willie seem to be having a great time with their family this Christmas. They were watching the Grinch when I called. She said it was the signal to begin the holiday season. I told her we hadn't begun ours yet, because we hadn't watched A Charlie Brown Christmas. I told her we had it on DVD, but then I found out that we only have the soundtrack, not the movie, so now we have to get it so we can start Christmas. :-)
James has got all our lights up this year. We had a total lack of working white lights. We simply had to buy some more. After a while, you know, those lights don't work anymore (or they get too tangled up) and you have to do something about it. But now they're all hung and looking pretty. (And I might add that the decorating competition in this neighborhood has gotten way out of hand.)
So anyway, that's life around here. |
|
posted by cori
12/12/2005 08:45:00 PM
|
| |
|
-
just my 2 cents on the Music Man movie.
They did not keep to the original script and that is what I didn't like about it. Plus, they changed all the choreography.
Love,
Mom
-
It was the same exact wording! They left out a few things. And they added a sentence or two. But about 98% of the script was exactly the same.
-
I hate Matthew Broderic. I didn't even like him in "Ferris Bueler!" (spelling?)
-
Ok, true. I never really went for M.B., but I can still imagine a girl could more easily fall for him than for R.P. Am I right?
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
Thursday, December 08, 2005
|
|
Movie Quotes
|
Well, seeing as how everyone I know seems to enjoy movie quotes as well as I, I have decided to start a post where everyone can share their favorite movie quotes.
There's a catch.
When one person quotes a movie, the next person must come up with another movie quote as an appropriate response. It may be the next line from the movie, or you may use an entirely different movie quote to continue the conversation.
Be sure to tell us what movie it is from. :) Some of us have not seen them all.
Say, for instance, I start with this quote.
"You take care of this car?"
-Bourne Identity |
|
posted by cori
12/08/2005 08:15:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
Les: "It pulls a little to the right."
-The Bourne Identity
"Spare Oom? Where is that?"
-The Chronicles of Narnia
(Great Movie!)
-
D: "Second to the right, and then straight on till morning." -Peter Pan
Bree: "Don't be such a bragger." -Boys Next Door
-
Willie: "There are those who grace the pages of the Blue Book."
~The Happiest Millionare
-
d: "And there are those who wear bibs when they eat, but generally speaking, they are not considered persons of influence."
(Sorry, I just couldn't resist!)
-
"Besides, whatever would you do in Bath?"
~Persuasion~
-
"where you will never, never have to worry about grown-up things again."
-P.P.
-
"Everything in this room is eatable. Even I am eatable, but that, little girl, is called cannibalism and it is frowned upon in most society."
-Willie Wonka
-
"Hmmm! Whatever is it?"
"Chocolate. The monks in Spain send us bricks of it!"
"It's simply delightful!"
-Ever After
-
"Ben, it took you all of two seconds to decide to steal the Declaration of Independence."
-Riley Poole
"I know, but I didn't think I was personally gonna hafta tell my dad about it."
-Ben Gates
National Treasure
-
If you like, you can have a look at my daily updated list of movie quotes. I pick them a la carte. (comme on dit en francais!)
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
|
|
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
|
| Please bear with me as I remodel my blog. It may take several days as I have only an hour each day to work online and I am dealing with a dialup connection. |
|
posted by cori
12/06/2005 10:10:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
Aaaarrrgghh! Dial-up >:( The bane of bloggers and commentors everywhere!
-
Which link is yours Mrs. Bree's Momma?
-
Her's is the Antonion family blog. :)
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
Saturday, December 03, 2005
|
|
|
In days past, the people who have visited us have taken on an astounding ability to somehow walk through the walls of our home. I do not know how this phenomenon occurs, but the walls seem to make way for them to just stroll right through. It really was quite remarkable to see people walk in from outside through the wall of the office, then straight through a closet and into our dining room, where for some reason they would stop and knock on the door. No one seemed inclined to walk through the wall there.
Alas, I fear this miraculous event is coming to an end. We shall no more be able to walk through walls and windows. People shall be forced to go around by the door, for we have had to reinforce the walls with actual wood and nails. Soon, there will even be windows where the holes are and a door where the opening is. We shall find ourselves just like ordinary people with no super powers at all. *sigh* |
|
posted by cori
12/03/2005 10:48:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
I love the way you write! Despite your comments to the opposite, your blog is always interesting!
By the way, I tried starting a blog myself but found that my computer will not let me write in the text window. So that idea quickly fizzled. Now I just need to know how to delete the blog.
-
Well, sorry, I wouldn't know how to delete a blog. This one is obviously still here. :)
-
Well you know, when everyone is super, no one will be.
-
Hahahaha! Movie Quote! I guess..."The Incredibles!"
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Our new doorway
|
James wanted me to stand in the doorway so you could have "perspective" and know how tall it is. Obviously, if it's tall enough to get through, it's good enough for me. :) |
|
posted by cori
12/03/2005 10:45:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
Hmm, Les, you look like Martha Stewart in this photo. BTW, that door looks really tall! What's the measurement I wonder?
-
Thanks a lot! >:0
It's tall enough for me to get through. :)
-
Les,
You look cold in this shot. Now it's my turn to say *sigh.*
BTW the house looks great! Or at least it looks as if it will look great . . .
Can't wait to see it!
~Cara
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
He's holding up the wall.
|
(Out at HQ, sometimes the guys would be leaning against the wall. People would say they were holding up the wall. Apparently, their boss didn't like that because he'd come up and kind of hook their ankle with his foot and pull it out from under them. He said they looked like they needed something to do. It wasn't so bad if their hands weren't in their pockets, but still. :)
No, but James really is holding up the wall while Daddy pounds it in place. |
|
posted by cori
12/03/2005 10:45:00 AM
|
| |
|
-
James you hold up walls so well! It must be your calling in life. You look so good doing it :)
-
Well, it's not as if I've had much experience...
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
|
This is the saw that cuts the wood that lay in the house that Jack built.
|
Words escape me. |
|
posted by cori
12/03/2005 10:44:00 AM
|
| |
|
|
|
|
Thursday, December 01, 2005
|
|
thoughts on horizons
|
I friend said something to me last Sunday which has provoked much thought. He told me, "You need to broaden your horizons." Now, this was said in jest and with the point being that I should meet new people. I defended myself at the time saying that I was perfectly content with my horizons the way they are.
But I have since thought of it more seriously. If he is right and I should "broaden my horizons," perhaps I should look more closely at this idea. Picture yourself in a large open space with different views on the horizon. There is a large city to your left, the buildings blue in the distance, an ocean to the right constantly rolling on, night and day, a forest with tall pine trees towering behind you from which you have just come, and mountains rising up before you. You stand in that open plain between all these places. You have many options.
You may be content to just stand there in the middle of the plain; maybe build a house and live there forever where you can see everything around you from a safe distance. If you choose this option, you will be required to make no effort. Nothing is demanded of you except what you currently do. You do not broaden any of your horizons.
You may want to retreat back into the safety and closeness of the woods you are so familiar with.
You can turn toward the city.
You may be drawn to the steadiness of the sea.
You may want to climb the mountains.
The horizon you decide to journey toward will broaden as you come closer. The others will be passed by, or will narrow with the distance you place between them and yourself. If you walk toward the mountain, the forest will become obscure. You will enjoy the climb, but the horizon you have left behind will become narrow and obscure. You may journey toward the city and embrace life there, but you will not be able to see the ocean.
A choice must be made. To broaden one horizon, you must leave another behind.
This is especially hard sometimes, when you are journeying with others; people who have become your friends as you walked through the forest together. These friends sometimes choose the city or the mountains, or even the forest, while you choose the ocean. Paths that have lain alongside each other separate when they reach the plain. Some of us stand in the plain for a long time trying to decide where to go, or waiting to see where the others will turn. Some of us know exactly where we're going and what we will do when we get there. Some of our paths divert. Some of them lay along the same way.
An interesting idea, broadening the horizon . . . |
|
posted by cori
12/01/2005 12:41:00 PM
|
| |
|
-
Leslie. . . You have such a way with writing. You made me cry this time! I guess maybe because there is so much change around me now, and I can relate to "standing in the plain." It is comforting to know that the Lord knows our Path, and promises to direct our steps when we commit our ways to Him.
-
-
Thanks Dani. These things have been running through my mind lately. It's nice to have a place to write them down (and be forced to make logic out of them) for others to ponder too. :)
|
|
| << Home |
|
|
|
|
|
| The ShugaBowl |
| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
|
|
I know this doesn't exactly fit with the cookie baking theme of this post, but I really love your hair like that!
Baking in the kitchen with others is so delightful especially if those "others" happen to be your mom and grandmother. May you make many memories of happy times together during your grandmother's visit.
On a side note . . . have I ever eaten one of those super secret cookies? I can't remember.
~Cara