Monday, November 22, 2010

Santa's Workshop













Yes, I know; I haven't posted anything for a long, long time. I have a good excuse. I used my blogging time sewing Christmas gifts. Here is a little peek at my finished projects. The cupcakes are actually oven mitts.
I took advantage of the week Lance was in Germany to spread out all of my supplies and sew up a storm. I was excited to finish everything. I put my sewing machine away thinking I wouldn't sew again for quite some time. Then Mark reminded me that I had promised to sew merit badges on his Scout sash. I guess the machine will be set up again soon.














Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Imagine Alaska

Several weeks ago I planned to write about our August trip to Alaska. I even had photos to show; however, the "photos" are still stuck in my digital camera. There is something wrong with the memory card and I can't access or print the photos. You will just have to use your imagination as I describe the trip.

The purpose of said trip was to attend our nephew Liam's wedding in the Anchorage Temple, see many family members, and get a small taste of a very small part of Alaska. We planned the trip with Cary (Lance's brother) and his wife, Caren. It was a short trip--we were there a mere 2 and 1/2 days--but so well worth going.

We knew Cary and Caren were staying in the same hotel as we were, but since we arrived past midnight, we weren't sure which room was theirs. We discovered they were staying right next door to us when the fire alarm awakened us the next morning. The Dimond Center Hotel was a great place to say (and, no, I didn't misspell Dimond) in spite of the fire alarm one morning and a kitchen and main-floor bathroom flood the following morning. (You know you're in Alaska when you see the hotel staff hurriedly shoveling the water out the door with SNOW shovels!)

The first day there was devoted to everything related to the wedding and visiting with relatives. The temple was a short distance from our hotel, and the ceremony was short, meaningful and sweet. Between the temple ceremony and the ring ceremony and reception, we grabbed a bite to eat, and drove to Eagle River with Laurel (Lance's sister and mother of the groom) and Mick (our brother-in-law and father of the groom) to visit Uncle Johnny, Aunt Vicki and cousin Scott. Since we had never before been to Alaska, we had never seen where Uncle Johnny and family has lived for many years. And, since Mick and Laurel lived in Alaska for many years, have 9 children, and have made infrequent visits to the lower 48, we haven't met all of their children (2 to be exact). Spencer, the 23-year-old, is one we'd only seen once prior to our trip. He was the only child to accompany his parents to Alaska. (We'll have to meet the other two never-before-seen children some other time.)

We were excited that the 30 days of constant rain ended the day before we arrived. It rained a bit at the end of the outdoor reception, but we didn't mind one little bit.

The following day was our "act like a tourist" day. Cary, Caren and Lance and I piled in our shared rental car and followed Mick and Laurel to a wildlife center. I am very attracted to moose, bears and bison, so I had a great time there. Mick and Laurel left us to attend to other social engagements. The four of us continued on our way to Portage Bay and the Byron Glacier. The weather was still cooperative, but things got a bit chilly and windy at some points. We went to Whittier--a town accessible only by boat or a 2.5 mile one-way tunnel through the mountain. Cars go in one direction for certain times each hour, and then go the other way at the other times. It was an interesting, little fishing village.

We planned to eat dinner at the Seven Glaciers Restaurant atop a mountain in Girdwood. We didn't mind that there were no reservations left because the entree prices started at $75. Cary and Caren insisted on treating us to dinner, and I would have been very uncomfortable had we been able to eat there. (We settled for a Mexican restaurant in Anchorage later that evening.) We still took the tram to the top of the mountain to see the gorgeous scenery and watch hand gliders take off and glide over the valley. It was on this little adventure that we became well acquainted with some of Alaska's pesky insects--mosquitos and other annoying pests.

Our last morning was spent at Mick's parents' house watching the newlyweds open their wedding gifts. Liam and Sierra are a cute couple, and we enjoyed spending some time with them and familiarizing ourselves with our new niece. Around noon, we left for the airport. We had a quick lunch, said our good-byes to Cary and Caren and then waited a couple of hours for our flight to depart.

We had a really great time. Lance and I loved spending most of our waking hours with Cary and Caren, whom we see so infrequently. I think the four of us would like to take another trip together in the near future.

Friday, September 10, 2010

(A Few of) My Favorite Gluten-free Things

A little more than three years ago, I became gluten-free out of necessity. (I'm supposed to be casein-free as well, and I'm working on that.) Since then, I've had many opportunities to try different products, recipes, bakeries, stores, cookbooks, blogs, etc. with mixed success. I love sharing my discoveries with others who are also gluten-free. Here are some of my favorite gluten-free things.

*Bread: Udi's (Hands down this is the BEST bread on the market. I'm sure there are others out there that are comparable in taste, but I haven't found them yet. Most other GF breads are just plain yucky!)
*Bagels: Udi's
*GF Blogs: http://www.glutenfreegirl.blogspot/ and http://www.glutenfreemommy.com/
*Chocolate chip cookies: 36-hour recipe from the glutenfreegirl blog (I make deliveries to my "customers" when I make these cookies; they're that good! One gourmet cook friend said these cookies are better than ANY gluten-containing cookies he's ever had. Even my 16-year-old nephew loves them.)
*Other cookies: Chocolate Truffle Cookies (I adapted this from a gluten-containing recipe. These cookies are simply divine!)
*Bakery: Sweet Cakes on Park Lane in Kirkland (BEST cupcakes and chocolate ganache-topped caramel shortbread.)
*Chain restaurant GF menu: Outback Steakhouse and PF Changs
*Cookbook: Pretty much any written by Bette Hagman--especially "The Gluten-Free Gourmet"
*Magazine: "Living Well"
*Cake mix: 365 Organics Chocolate Mousse Cake (Unfortunately, very unfortunately, that company doesn't make that cake any more.)
*Pre-packaged GF mixes and flours: Any from King Arthur Flour Company (except I'm not fond of their pancake mix), Bob's Red Mill (try the Raspberry Oat Bars recipe on the back of the GF oat flour package and the Oatmeal Pancake recipe on the back of the regular oat flour package)
*Brownies: my homemade ones adapted from the Baker's Unsweetened Chocolate box (inside) or the King Arthur Flour Company pre-packaged ones.
*Pancakes: my homemade buttermilk ones adapted from the aforementioned Bette Hagman cookbook.
*Donuts: Kinnickknick's Cinnamon Sugar Donuts
*Pizza rusts: Udi's
*Pizza chain: Romio's (Their garlic bread is fabulous, too.)

I will add more to the list in an upcoming post when I get around to it. Feel free to ask me any questions. Thank you for your attention.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom!!!!

My mom is three-quarters of a century old today. If you do the math, it means that she is 75. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm sharing her age with my readers (however few in numbers they are). My grandma didn't want anyone to know her age, but many people asked me, "How old is your grandma?" Grandma said, "Tell them it's none of their business." So the next time someone asked me how old my grandma was, I said, "She said it's none of your business." I don't think Grandma really wanted me to say that, but I didn't know it. I lacked a certain degree of tact, apparently, when I was a youngster. But, I digress. On to my dearest mother.

My mom is a wonderful lady and has had some interesting experiences over the years. Here are a few facts--75 to be exact--about this amazing lady.

1. Her house didn't have a bathroom until she was a junior (or senior) in high school.
2. She liked to play tricks on her older siblings.
3. She worked on a hay-baler in her teenage years.
4. She was the youngest of 9 children.
5. One entire room of her house is devoted to chicken paraphernalia.
6. She is a whiz at Canasta.
7. Her brother is married to my dad's sister.
8. Don't even think about eating at her house unless you've washed your hands.
9. She is quite good at sports.
10. She is a magnificent cook but doesn't enjoy cooking as much as she used to.
11. She hosts many parties and gatherings at her house.
12. Her mother (my grandma, of course) lived with our family for many years during the late fall and winter months. I never remember the two of them having an argument.
13. She met my dad when she was in high school.
14. She picked out her engagement rings at her brother-in-law's jewelry store, and told my uncle to tell my dad that she wouldn't marry him unless he bought those rings for her.
15. She used to work in the Sears and ZCMI gift-wrapping departments.
16. She worked for a tax-preparation agency.
17. She grows a vegetable garden every year.
18. She loves berries of all sorts and used to have her own raspberry patch.
19. She makes the best pickled beets I've ever tasted.
20. She's even made beet jelly and peach pit jelly. No joke.
21. She is very meticulous.
22. She puts her whole heart and effort into everything she does.
23. She loves babies and children.
24. She has a "magic touch" with babies, and can make almost any baby stop crying.
25. Flying on an airplane often makes her ill.
26. I could be wrong on this fact, but I think she took her first airplane trip at 45 years of age.
27. The Sound of Music is her favorite movie.
28. Wheel of Fortune is her favorite thing to watch on television.
29. She doesn't really know much about using computers.
30. She loves to eat at Maddox (and a few other select restaurants), but she will claim that she doesn't like eating at restaurants.
31. She is quite frugal.
32. She dresses very nattily--even to go to the grocery store.
33. You will never ever see her in a pair of shorts.
34. She has a collection of Beanie Babies.
35. She likes ice cream with nuts.
36. Spiders terrify her. Snakes also.
37. She's not much of TV-watcher.
38. She still takes care of her childhood home in Idaho and loves going there often.
39. She loves spending time with her family--especially at the family lodge in Idaho.
40. She loved taking care of her mother and mother-in-law and was very good to both of them.
41. She enjoys traveling--especially by car.
42. She is a very loyal and loving friend.
43. She would never intentionally hurt anyone's feelings, and she would be very sad if she unintentionally hurt anyone.
44. Her house is often a hotel for many visitors. People feel at home there.
45. She has a great singing voice.
46. One day she will win the Reader's Digest or Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes!
47. She's an expert seamstress even though she doesn't sew much these days.
48. Doris Day is her favorite actress.
49. Nat King Cole is her favorite singer.
50. She became a mother at age 24.
51. She became a grandmother 3 months before her 50th birthday.
52. She used to have a penny collection (until my dad mistakenly spent it on a loaf of bread).
53. She doesn't swim.
54. She used to raise chickens and probably wouldn't mind doing it again.
55. Nothing of hers is out of order or out of place.
56. She belongs to a book club.
57. She is a very good driver and has never received a speeding ticket (that I know of).
58. She is gluten-sensitive.
59. She witnessed the birth of two of her grandsons (my boys).
60. She attended a business college.
61. Rock Hudson is her favorite actor. (At least, he used to be.)
62. Iron Port and Cherry is her favorite drink. (No, it's not alcoholic.)
63. She enjoys attending plays and musicals.
64. Her lemon meringue pie is so good, that her next-door neighbor asked her if my mom would put one along with a fork in her casket and bury her with it when she died. Mom honored her request (after "okaying" it with her family).
65. She is my dad's barber.
66. Even though she isn't an "animal person," she cared for a stray cat for a few years.
67. She doesn't like anything to go to waste.
68. She can out-work just about everybody I know.
69. She HATES the word "bored." It's a dirty word to her.
70. She won a beauty contest.
71. She isn't fond of spicy food.
72. Hiking through the Vienna Woods was a dream come true.
73. Meeting her Swedish and Danish relatives were miracles to her.
74. She just wants everyone to get along. (In other words, she hates contention.)
75. She doesn't like people making a fuss over her.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!! I love you!!!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

"Eyes" A Gettin' Older!

I noticed my vision getting a little blurry a few months ago. Wearing my glasses didn't alleviate the problem. So, after procrastinating a bit and worrying that I might have an ophthalmic issue similar to my sister's, I scheduled an eye exam. Turns out that I do have an ophthalmic issue, but one unrelated to my sister's. It's actually related to aging. Can you guess what is wrong with my eyes?

Cataracts!!! Yes, it appears that I'm developing cataracts (mild at this point, but it looks like cataract surgery could be in my future) in both eyes, and I'm not 80 years old yet. I won't even be 51 for another 2 weeks or so. Aren't old people the only ones who get cataracts??? Am I old???? (Please don't tell me the answer to that question if it's "yes.") My little brown-noser Mark said, "You'll never be old in my book; just a little aged."

Gray hair I can live with. I just cover it up with hair dye. Varicose veins are a little harder to live with, but I cover them up with pants and long skirts. Wrinkled skin? Maybe cataracts are a good thing; they make it harder to see the wrinkles. Mark again: "I don't care about your wrinkles, Mom. You always look beautiful."

Beautiful, maybe? But, old!?!?!?!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Losing It

I'm not as fat as I used to be. Still fatter than I want and plan to be, though; but, for now, I'm celebrating my success.

In March (the 11th, to be exact) I began the HCG Diet. I would say it's kind of a fad diet, but it has been around, supposedly, for 50 years. Some acquaintenaces have successfully "done it," so I thought I would try it. I tried the South Beach Diet a few years ago and lost a good amount of weight on that, but I gained most of it back.

I've been overweight for years--I don't want to think how many--and I just got tired of carrying all of that excess weight around. Really tired of it. I hated the way I looked, quite frankly. I committed myself to taking action. So, I bought the under-the-tongue drops (many self-administer injections, but I chose another route) and then read about the diet. Had I read all of the specifications first, I might not have bought the drops. It took me a full month to talk myself into starting the program. Meanwhile, I read the book WILLPOWER IS NOT ENOUGH. I must say that "willpower is NOT enough!"

It's a "simple" diet, but it ain't easy. At least, not at first. I had to change many, many things besides the kinds and amounts of food I ate. I had to realize that I couldn't eat in social settings while I was on the first phase of the diet (which lasts anywhere between 23 and 45 or so days).

I stayed on the first phase for 33 days and lost 27 pounds. Then, I began a maintenance phase which lasted 6 weeks. I lost another 6 pounds. (The diet "rules" say that you're not supposed to gain or lose more than 2 pounds while on "maintenance," but I didn't care how much I lost.) I'm back on the first phase and have been for 27 days with another 18 or so to go. In total, I've lost 44 pounds, 5.5 inches off my waist (yes, I do count the .5 inch) and am down 3 pant sizes. I feel GREAT!!! I'm hungry a lot of the time, but the hunger abates from time to time. Who's complaining when I'm losing???

Friday, June 11, 2010

Gynecological Record Holder

I bet that title got your attention! (Don't worry, folks--I probably won't be sharing anything too embarrassing.) Blogging hasn't been high on my priority list lately. Not that my life is of little interest to any of you. Well, maybe it isn't. Just don't tell me, please. You should know that my boys finished their final exams today and I can finally hold a train of thought without worrying every second if they're doing their homework and trying to keep them on task.

Here is a little information that is sure to interest you. If it doesn't, please don't tell me.

It had been five years since my "annual" gynecological exam, but it had been much longer since I had been examined by my actual doctor. (Nurse Practitioner Hazel had had the privilege of examining me for a few years. It was easier to get in to see her than my very popular, busy doctor.) I decided I really needed to see the doctor because I didn't want to find myself in the position a friend found herself in at her annual exam. (Yes, I realize that "find myself in the position" is a poor choice of words to describe the exam.) My friend was found to have a tumor the size of a lemon on one of her ovaries. Turned out to be Stage 3 ovarian cancer. Not good. She is not doing well as the cancer has metastasized and she's enduring her 3rd round of chemotherapy.

Today was the day of my appointment. The first of today's visits turned out to be a "dry run." I was sitting in all my glory, clad with a scant paper top and a paper "covering," when the nurse informed me that my doctor had been called to assist in a C-section and could I wait 30 minutes or so or return later. (I had already waited in the office 1 hour up to this point. This took me back to time waiting and waiting in this same doctor's office when I was pregnant with 4 of my 5 babies.) I opted to return later as I had an appointment at the boys' school.

I returned to my doctor's office later and crossed my fingers that this time would be the last time today I'd have to undress. (Donning my pajamas later today doesn't count.) Luck was on my side as Dr. H. came cheerfully through the door and greeted me warmly. "It's very ironic that you should come in today," he said. Continuing, "Yesterday I delivered an 11 pound 5 ounce baby, and the mother gave birth naturally." He proceeded to tell me that he told the new mother that he had only delivered one other naturally-birthed baby that weighed the same as hers. And who was that baby? My very own Mark. So now Mark and I are tied for the record of biggest naturally-birthed baby delivered by Dr. H.

On to record #2. After looking over the results of my blood work, Dr. H. informed me that I have the lowest cholesterol (130) of any of his other patients that are my age. That is a very good record to hold. Congratulations to me and my good genes!

There is one other record he shared with me that I hope NOT to break or hold: that of being the oldest obstetric patient. One poor woman holds that record. She was 54 when she gave birth to her naturally-conceived baby. I will be VERY, VERY careful not to find myself in that position.