Friday, September 18, 2009
New Picture
It is still Friday, September 18, 2009, and I just want to make a comment about the picture I posted today on my profile. I like this picture of Glen and me. Since we do almost everything together nowadays, I decided I'd use it as my identifier. We are a good team. Most people recognize me better when I am with him. Maybe someday I will find a more current picture of me that I like and replace it. But for the time being there I am with him, my eternal companion. That's the comment I wanted to make. Bye.
What I Like For Breakfast
Today is Friday, September 18, 2009. The sun is shining and it is pleasantly warm.
I had a wonderful breakfast this morning - apple crisp and ice cream. Sounds a little crazy, I know. But then I like crazy things. Let's see, if I had cereal with milk and fruit, wouldn't it have about the same content as apple crisp and ice cream? I've got the fruit, plus the bread/cereal group, plus the milk product. Sounds okay to me.
Growing up, my breakfast was most always a piece of toast, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Then when I was diagnosed with diabetes, the nutrition counselor said I should cut out the glass of orange juice - eat a whole orange instead - and add something like peanut butter or a piece of cheese. That makes an okay breakfast.
I never much cared for oatmeal even though some mornings my mother would fix it and insist that I eat some. Cream of wheat, I liked better than oatmeal. Glen, of course, always had a good breakfast. He lived on a farm and Mother would start the "mush" before they went out to do the morning chores. (I'd never really heard the word "mush" until I married him.) Their mush was cracked whole wheat, cooked long and low, with sugar and real cream. Oh, my! Did I ever like that breakfast! Of course, nobody could cook the mush like my wonderful mother-in-law. We do a fair job now but it's not quite perfect. (I think the long time it cooked while they went out to milk the cows and feed the chickens was the key. And we miss the wonderful fresh cream.
Here are some other things I like for breakfast - pizza left over from the night before. Before microwaves I would eat it cold. And some of our children liked it for breakfast, too. Cherry pie and ice cream taste pretty good. (Same food groups as cereal and fruit.) Another breakfast favorite of mine is chili. But then I could eat chili three meals a day for several days in a row and be perfectly happy. Of course, I usually accompany that with a bowl of applesauce.
Usual breakfast foods like scrambled eggs, omelets, pancakes and waffles I like at suppertime. Then I have time to savor the flavors and really enjoy their taste.
Call me crazy if you want. I am a little crazy, true. But that's okay. It takes all kinds to make a world. Maybe you like different foods for breakfast, too. It all fits into the food pyramid.
That's all for today. Hope the coming days are pleasant for all of us.
I had a wonderful breakfast this morning - apple crisp and ice cream. Sounds a little crazy, I know. But then I like crazy things. Let's see, if I had cereal with milk and fruit, wouldn't it have about the same content as apple crisp and ice cream? I've got the fruit, plus the bread/cereal group, plus the milk product. Sounds okay to me.
Growing up, my breakfast was most always a piece of toast, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Then when I was diagnosed with diabetes, the nutrition counselor said I should cut out the glass of orange juice - eat a whole orange instead - and add something like peanut butter or a piece of cheese. That makes an okay breakfast.
I never much cared for oatmeal even though some mornings my mother would fix it and insist that I eat some. Cream of wheat, I liked better than oatmeal. Glen, of course, always had a good breakfast. He lived on a farm and Mother would start the "mush" before they went out to do the morning chores. (I'd never really heard the word "mush" until I married him.) Their mush was cracked whole wheat, cooked long and low, with sugar and real cream. Oh, my! Did I ever like that breakfast! Of course, nobody could cook the mush like my wonderful mother-in-law. We do a fair job now but it's not quite perfect. (I think the long time it cooked while they went out to milk the cows and feed the chickens was the key. And we miss the wonderful fresh cream.
Here are some other things I like for breakfast - pizza left over from the night before. Before microwaves I would eat it cold. And some of our children liked it for breakfast, too. Cherry pie and ice cream taste pretty good. (Same food groups as cereal and fruit.) Another breakfast favorite of mine is chili. But then I could eat chili three meals a day for several days in a row and be perfectly happy. Of course, I usually accompany that with a bowl of applesauce.
Usual breakfast foods like scrambled eggs, omelets, pancakes and waffles I like at suppertime. Then I have time to savor the flavors and really enjoy their taste.
Call me crazy if you want. I am a little crazy, true. But that's okay. It takes all kinds to make a world. Maybe you like different foods for breakfast, too. It all fits into the food pyramid.
That's all for today. Hope the coming days are pleasant for all of us.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to!
Today is Tuesday, September 1, 2009. It is too early to know if the sun will shine. It probably will. And I know the song title is really It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To.
I don't want to cry, except for happiness. Today I am 72 years old. My mother was just that age when we moved to California. She moved with us from Magna, Utah, to Bakersfield, California in 1970. Oh, my! So many wonderful events in the years since we moved. And so many wonderful events in the 72 years I have lived on earth.
Many changes in the world as well as changes in my own life. My growing up years were great. I loved going to school. I loved going to Church. I loved all my friends. I loved the big two story house we lived in- Independence, Missouri. It wasn't a fancy two story house. We didn't have fancy furniture - nothing really matched - but I loved it all the same.
My mother was a wonderful lady and shared her wonderful heart with me. It was a great sadness for her that my dad divorced her when I was 6 years old and my two older sisters went with him (their choice). I know she cried when she was alone but she held fast to the Gospel of Jesus Christ and that carried her through.
She got a good job as proofreader at Zion's Printing and Publishing Company and everyone there treated both of us very well. I went there after school every day to wait for mother to take me home. They put me to work. I learned to alphabetize and file. I learned how to run the address-o-graph machine. I learned how to prepare The Liahona magazine for mailing. I learned how to run the jogger and the stitcher. I loved the smell of printer's ink. It was fun for me to be there.
We didn't have a car. We walked to the grocery store and carried our groceries home in big brown paper bags in our arms. When Grandma came to visit (and to take care of me in the summer) she had a little wheeled cart that she took to the grocery store to pull her groceries home but Mother and I just carried them. The check-out clerk would adjust the weight in each bag, one bag for each arm. Mine were a little lighter than Mother's at first. As I got to be a teenager, my load could be as heavy as Mom's.
The big mirror with the gold frame which hangs over our fireplace, Mother paid $10 for at Goodwill and she carried it home in her arms. Our Oriental rug (which now cushions one of our daughters rooms in her new uncarpeted house) also cost $10 from Goodwill and Mother carried that home on her shoulder. She was a spunky woman.
I loved growing up in Independence. I was fascinated by Church History and also by American History that took place in that special place. I was excited to see President Truman walk by our high school. He wasn't always President Truman. He was just Harry S. Truman.
When I was 21 years old I married a wonderful man from Idaho Falls, Idaho. He was in the Army, stationed at Ft. Riley, Kansas. He was interested in Church History. That is why he and his friend came to Independence. They came to Church and we invited them home to dinner as we did many visitors who came to Independence. This one created a lasting friendship, an eternal one.
We moved around some after we were married and have many friends in all the places we have lived. We lived 22 years in Bakersfield, California. And now we have been in Citrus Heights (near Sacramento) for 17 years. Our nine children have been a great joy to us. Six were born in Utah. Three were born in California. Now we have a bunch of grandchildren who are a great joy to us. We count 23.
We like our house and our small yard. We like living near the Temple. We are happy to serve in the Sacramento Temple and at the Family History Center. Twice a month we are docents at the Old Sacramento Schoolhouse and that gives both of us much pleasure.
Life is good and I can't believe I am 72 years old. But I am. Maybe today I will list 72 things about my life in my journal. Not necessarily one for each year - just 72 things to think about.
This whole week will be a celebration. Yesterday we went to the State Fair. Glen is taking me to lunch today and tomorrow we will go with several of our daughters for dinner at Wonderful Chinese. Thursday is the third anniversary of the opening of the Temple. I'm sure we will do something special on Friday and Saturday. And somewhere during this week we will need to can our pears. Oh, my! As my boss used to say, "No rest for the wicked and the righteous don't need it." Hmm!
That's all for today.
I don't want to cry, except for happiness. Today I am 72 years old. My mother was just that age when we moved to California. She moved with us from Magna, Utah, to Bakersfield, California in 1970. Oh, my! So many wonderful events in the years since we moved. And so many wonderful events in the 72 years I have lived on earth.
Many changes in the world as well as changes in my own life. My growing up years were great. I loved going to school. I loved going to Church. I loved all my friends. I loved the big two story house we lived in- Independence, Missouri. It wasn't a fancy two story house. We didn't have fancy furniture - nothing really matched - but I loved it all the same.
My mother was a wonderful lady and shared her wonderful heart with me. It was a great sadness for her that my dad divorced her when I was 6 years old and my two older sisters went with him (their choice). I know she cried when she was alone but she held fast to the Gospel of Jesus Christ and that carried her through.
She got a good job as proofreader at Zion's Printing and Publishing Company and everyone there treated both of us very well. I went there after school every day to wait for mother to take me home. They put me to work. I learned to alphabetize and file. I learned how to run the address-o-graph machine. I learned how to prepare The Liahona magazine for mailing. I learned how to run the jogger and the stitcher. I loved the smell of printer's ink. It was fun for me to be there.
We didn't have a car. We walked to the grocery store and carried our groceries home in big brown paper bags in our arms. When Grandma came to visit (and to take care of me in the summer) she had a little wheeled cart that she took to the grocery store to pull her groceries home but Mother and I just carried them. The check-out clerk would adjust the weight in each bag, one bag for each arm. Mine were a little lighter than Mother's at first. As I got to be a teenager, my load could be as heavy as Mom's.
The big mirror with the gold frame which hangs over our fireplace, Mother paid $10 for at Goodwill and she carried it home in her arms. Our Oriental rug (which now cushions one of our daughters rooms in her new uncarpeted house) also cost $10 from Goodwill and Mother carried that home on her shoulder. She was a spunky woman.
I loved growing up in Independence. I was fascinated by Church History and also by American History that took place in that special place. I was excited to see President Truman walk by our high school. He wasn't always President Truman. He was just Harry S. Truman.
When I was 21 years old I married a wonderful man from Idaho Falls, Idaho. He was in the Army, stationed at Ft. Riley, Kansas. He was interested in Church History. That is why he and his friend came to Independence. They came to Church and we invited them home to dinner as we did many visitors who came to Independence. This one created a lasting friendship, an eternal one.
We moved around some after we were married and have many friends in all the places we have lived. We lived 22 years in Bakersfield, California. And now we have been in Citrus Heights (near Sacramento) for 17 years. Our nine children have been a great joy to us. Six were born in Utah. Three were born in California. Now we have a bunch of grandchildren who are a great joy to us. We count 23.
We like our house and our small yard. We like living near the Temple. We are happy to serve in the Sacramento Temple and at the Family History Center. Twice a month we are docents at the Old Sacramento Schoolhouse and that gives both of us much pleasure.
Life is good and I can't believe I am 72 years old. But I am. Maybe today I will list 72 things about my life in my journal. Not necessarily one for each year - just 72 things to think about.
This whole week will be a celebration. Yesterday we went to the State Fair. Glen is taking me to lunch today and tomorrow we will go with several of our daughters for dinner at Wonderful Chinese. Thursday is the third anniversary of the opening of the Temple. I'm sure we will do something special on Friday and Saturday. And somewhere during this week we will need to can our pears. Oh, my! As my boss used to say, "No rest for the wicked and the righteous don't need it." Hmm!
That's all for today.
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