Posted in Blogging, Humor, stories, Truth or Fiction, writing

Truth or Fiction (April 5, 2019)

I’m beginning to think people know me well.  As I think everyone voted right. My last story was…TRUTH. Yes, sad to say it really did happen. When I was younger I rescued a lot of animals. Dogs, cats, whatever. I’m an animal lover. If I see they are being abused I will try my best to get them out of that situation…even if it means breaking into someone’s yard and taking them. Eh, arrest me. I’d still do it.

Doesn’t happen quite so dramatically now as I’m too old for that and my fence climbing days are over…but who knows. If the situation warrants, I still might manage.

My story does have a happy ending. I managed to rescue the dog and finally got someone from the Humane Society to come to pick him up as, unfortunately, I couldn’t afford to take it to a Vet nor keep it as I had four dogs already. This very nice lady came over and I gave her an abridged version of how I got the dog. She called me several days afterward and told me their Vet had to do a major operation to remove the chain from the dog’s neck but he was doing fine and this same lady had decided to adopt him herself.

I felt so much better knowing he was going to a loving home and would have the good life he richly deserved.

Now onto my next story. Is it Truth or Fiction?

 

 

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A Slice of Life

 

“Hmm, maybe we could make something out of these?” She asked.

Looking at her listeners as they cocked their heads to the side. She stated, “They would make a great border for the garden. I mean, no birds or animals would take them away.”

Reaching down she rubbed the ear of her closest listener. Whining softly he leaned against her leg. It was like the dogs were agreeing with her.

“I mean, look at them.” She reached over to the table and picked one of the items up, rapping her knuckles against it she spoke again. “It’s as hard as a rock, it would make a great garden border.”

Sighing she placed the object back on the table and sat down hard in the kitchen chair. Frowning she pulled the cookbook over that was laying open on the table and read the recipe again.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong. I followed the recipe. I didn’t substitute anything, which I’m usually doing.”

The three dogs lined up in front of her with expectant faces. “Sorry guys, nothing to eat here. The recipe didn’t exactly turn out like I wanted. I don’t think even you could eat this, Max. It would break your teeth.”

She picked up the item from the table and let it fall back down. It made such a loud thump that it even startled the dogs.

“See, Max? I bet I could throw them up as far as I could and let them land and they wouldn’t even break.”

She stood up and walking around the dogs she opened the back kitchen door and tossed the item out of it as far as she could into the yard. It landed several feet later with a dull thud. “I told you.” She stated to no one in particular. She watched as the dogs raced outside to find the object she threw. Max managed to lift it in his powerful jaws as the little dogs yapped and jumped excitedly beside him. Max proudly came back and laid it at her feet.

Looking down she had to laugh at the look Max gave her. “I told you, you wouldn’t be able to eat it.”

Such a sad sight, the item laying at her feet and three very disappointed dogs. She was sad too, as she had been looking forward to a warm, buttery slice of freshly made bread. All they got were four loafs of…bricks. Hard as rock bricks of bread.

Her dad had always made it look easy when he made bread. So she decided to try her hand at it. “I think I’ll let Dad keep the bread making skills, guys. I stick with my world-famous potato salad.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, is this story Truth or Fiction? Let me know! Have you ever tried a new recipe only to have it fail miserably? What was it?

 

 

 

 

Posted in Mi Vida Loca, My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures, nonfiction

My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures

Today I thought I would combine two things, My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures and Nerd in the Brains, Three Things Thursday. Nerdy does a post every Thursday about three things she is grateful for that week. It can be big or small things so I decided I was in a joining mood this morning and will join her on her journey into gratefulness and smiles. Because smiles are always fun to share.

Why not join us? And it doesn’t even have to be on a Thursday! It can be any day.

The Incomplete

 

Changing weather…..

I don’t know where you’re at but here you can feel the weather changing to Spring. I am so looking forward to Spring! We still have snow on the ground and it’s still cold but when the sun comes out it warms up pretty fast. There is a different feel to the air. It’s hard to explain but you just know Spring is coming. The sky looks different, the trees start to get a green glow and the earth (when you can see it beneath the snow) is beginning to look renewed. Plus, my body seems to know as it has a little more energy, a little more spring (hehe)  in the step. Ahhhh, Spring……hurry up!!!

Himalayan Salt Rock Lamps…..

What the hell is that you ask? Well, let me give you the description right off the website that I ordered it from…

lamp

. It is made of salt crystal that is ethically harvested from the geological range of the Himalayan Mountains, where salt deposits were formed millions of years ago. Due to its natural formation, each lamp is a uniquely beautiful combination of pink, orange, and white – no two are the same!

This lamp naturally produces negative ions, which help clean and purify the air. Ions are small electrically charged particles contained in the air we breathe. Other natural ion producers are trees and waterfalls. These lamps are helpful for people suffering from asthma and/or upper respiratory problems by reducing the amount of airborne bacteria and dust.

There you are. I bought it because I thought it was pretty and I figured anything that might help the husband and I breathe better can’t be bad. I’ve had it about two months now and I have to admit, my breathing (asthma) has been better. Whether it’s due to the lamp, I don’t know, but I’ll keep using it.

Online recipes……

Yes, I know. A strange thing to be grateful for but I am. I do all the cooking in the house. Every. Single. Day.

I tell you, I get so tired of trying to think of something different to make that the husband will eat. So when I want something just a little different, or I want something with the same old ingredients I have on hand but maybe add something to it to make it different, I go online. I love Google. I love online recipes. Like today….I am making chicken. Now, the husband is not too fond of chicken but we can’t have steak and potatoes every night. As much as he wishes we could.

So, I went online and found a great sounding recipe that I think even he will like since we both love mushrooms.

I had chicken, fresh mushrooms in the fridge so I Googled those ingredients and came away with a slow cooker recipe I’m doing for tonight.

Chicken breasts….fresh sliced mushrooms and cream of chicken soup.

That’s it! You put it all in the slow cooker, turn it on low and let it cook for 6 hours and you should have a delicious chicken in mushroom gravy. I plan on putting it over noodles. Or maybe potatoes….we’ll see. Yum!

Sometimes I need all the help I can get. 😉

 

So what are YOU grateful for today?

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Posted in Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday, Uncategorized

A Request and a Little Fun

Hello, people! I hope your week was a good one and soon the weekend will be here so cheer up!

Now on to business. I had a brain flash last night. That’s FLASH people….not fart….geesh. Anyway, back to my thoughts. Most of you have read on my blog about my mother. We have not always been friends like we are now. But, that’s in the past and now we seem to be pretty good friends. Must be the old age in both of us. ha!

Anyway, my mother is having her 86th birthday toward the end of the October. For a woman who has a lot of health problems that’s quite an accomplishment. The last ten or twelve years have not been easy on her. We lost my father to prostate cancer about 12 years ago. At one time before he died they were BOTH fighting cancer battles. My dad with his prostate cancer and my mother had colon cancer for the second time. She beat it again… my father wasn’t so lucky. His death was a major blow to her after more than 60 years of marriage.

Mom also had a pacemaker put in a few years ago. She is also on dialysis every other day as her kidneys no longer function. She’s one tough woman, the strongest woman I know. Throughout everything, she still manages to keep her sense of humor. Don’t get me wrong…she is still a woman you wouldn’t want to cross…but she has gotten more mellow with age. I love her a lot. I hope I get to her age with my mind still intact like hers and with a zest for living that she has.

JLPhillips 2013 (c)
MOM! JLPhillips 2013 (c)

 

The reason for this post…this year I would like to do something really special for  her birthday. Something that she can talk about for months at the hospital in the Dialysis unit to keep her nurses and doctors entertained with every other day. But, since I’m broke and can’t buy her favorite diamonds I’ve thought of something else. Something that will make her happy and glad to be alive. But, I need your help. Here’s my idea…

I would like to have all my friends, blogging buddies and anyone else who wants to join in the fun to send her a birthday card. It doesn’t have to be fancy or elaborate. It doesn’t even have to be a birthday card! Just a nice note saying hi, wishing her well and to show her people in the world do care about the elderly and strangers. She has also been told by her dialysis doctor that she needs to gain some weight. So she asked me to send her a few recipes. She still loves to cook and does quite often. So I would also like you all to include your favorite recipe for her. She loves collecting recipes and has most her life. She would be absolutely bowled over with this! 

I thought I would call it ‘Operation Birthday Card for Mom‘. So what do you say? Will you help me out? This is how I thought I could work it….

YOU send ME the card and recipe. It can be in a separate envelope that I will send to her.

At the end of the month, I will put all the cards and recipes in one big packet and send them to her all at once. I wish I could be there when she opens the package and sees all the love and care that complete strangers shower over her. She will be the envy of the town! 🙂 And believe me, the town is small and everyone knows everything that is going on.

Also, if you would please repost on WordPress, Facebook, Twitter and any place else you can think of! The more the better! I want her to be reading cards and recipes for weeks! She will so love this!

Quite a few of you already have my address, but if you don’t just say so and I will send it to you via email or Facebook message.

So come on! Help make an 86-year young woman happy! Please? Let’s make this a birthday she won’t forget! Especially if she receives cards from all over the world! And remember….good Karma is always a plus. 🙂

You guys rock! Thank you.

And remember to repost! 🙂

(PS….I forgot to tell you her name! It’s Neva Jean Roeder) Thank you Vanessa for reminding me that you all need her name! 🙂

Posted in Blog challenge, Daily Prompt, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, Stories of my life, writing

DAILY PROMPT Antique Antics

Daily Prompt: Antique Antics

What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.

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grandmasckbk

 

Ah, I remember the day I left my sister cookbooks and was mailed off to my new owner. Such a glorious day that was. I was new, fresh, smelled like newly printed paper. I was so excited to be whisked off to my new home. I just knew I would be put to good use.

Inside of my shiny new covers was one thousand recipes, tested and proved at the Priscilla Proving Plant. I was even a special edition! I was so proud! Class of 1928.

Now 86 years later, I’m still going strong. A lot older, yellowed with age, lots of brown spots. My binding might be weak, loose, but I still have all my pages. I have a few handwritten notes on some pages in different handwriting. I’m into my third generation of owners, all from the same family.

I started with the grandmother. She was so happy to receive me in the mail. She was a young mother then with six children, two more would be born after I arrived. She had a hard life, poor, with a stern husband. She ordered me through a catalog in the hopes of finding new dishes to please her young and growing family. Always an excellent cook had been Martha, always wanting to improve. She used the recipes in me for many years. Her youngest son Russell, would be my next owner.

Russell received me after my beloved first owner died. He too had a young family to feed. He loved his mother very much and wanted the one thing that was so special to her. Me! So there I was, in a new house sitting in a cupboard, bored, neglected. The man was so distraught over losing his mother it took him years before he would even look at me again. I stuck around, waited, patient, for his grieving to end. He enjoyed cooking and baking, so I knew if I was patient, I would be used once more.

Then one day it happened. The cupboard opened and he took me in hand! Oh my that was an exciting day for me. He wanted a bread recipe. He knew his mother used a recipe in me that was simple yet so good. He felt like baking. So I was used again and it felt wonderful!

For many years this family used the recipes inside my covers to make satisfying meals for their family. I opened up to find new cookie recipes, new casserole recipes. It was during those years that many new stains were left on my pages. New comments were written in my margins. I was happy and fulfilled my duty well.

Then the man died. He fought a great fight against cancer for years, but just grew tired. The cancer spread and took the mans life and I was once more put in a cupboard and forgotten. Or so I thought I was forgotten.

One day the cupboard door was opened once more and the widow took me out of the dark. I was packed into a box with many other mementos of the family’s life. I was being shipped away from the family! I was so scared. Where would I go? Who would cook my recipes now? It was such a sad, dark time for me. Till I arrived at the door of my new owner.

She is the youngest daughter of the man. I was still in the family, but a long ways from home. I was even in another country! Canada is where I ended up. I remember the woman taking me out of the big dark box. She lovingly opened my covers and looked at all the favorite recipes that her grandmother and father used to cook. I remember the tears that fell upon my pages, the soft caress as she saw her father’s handwriting.

She made me famous as she blogged about me. She used recipes out of me just as her father and grandmother had done. I might be old, yellowed, a bit brittle with age. I have a few new stains, like the tear drops that fell on me those few years ago. But I am in the same family, being used once again.

And truly, a cookbook cannot ask for more.