…beforehand in a separate bowl. She scrambles them in the HOT skillet. How easy is that? (Not to mention, her eggs are fresh from her chicken coop. But, you can have the same effect using the store bought ones.) Plus, there is not that certain smell that comes with eggs being scrambled. I can’t explain it. However, I now can stay in the kitchen when my hubs is making eggs. On my eggs, I add one other ingredient…which my mother started me out early…
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Pressing toward the goal…
…rible. I start wondering if I should go back to bed and skip church. It is easy to forget the reason why we strive to get to church. It just seems like we are rushing like crazies to go sit in a pew for an hour. However, out of guilt that all my kids and hubby are ready to go, I continue to make the mundane effort. After painting my nails on the way to church in the car and breaking two more nails, we finally arrive. My hubby takes the kids to the…
A Partridge in a Pear Tree and Moving Boxes…
…e jealous that they are having fun without us but we are taking over their decorated home so we can have Christmas with a tree (not to mention a pool!) Yes, it is warm where we live. Our a/c is on full blast. It might hit the 90’s tomorrow. I know some are jealous…blah..blah…blah. We pray for snow every December, January and July. Maybe next year. The kids’ rooms are now packed except the beds. The guest room is all ready for the carpet to be remo…
Stolen. Robbed. Heartbroken.
…is the holiday season and managers are responsible for many things – it is easy to be preoccupied. Helping a little child was just not a priority that day. I do hope that in the future – they would just be more sensitive. Back to my daughter: We prayed in the parking lot that whoever did take the money would have needed it more than us. That they would come to know the true meaning of Christmas. My daughter was heartbroken but she saw HOPE. Hope i…
Mubarak, Aggies and Duct Tape on my brain.
…me cry – daily. (Tears of happiness – most days.) I love my husband. He just gets me. He understands my love language changes by the hour. He knows that certain words bug me. He knows that he shouldn’t laugh when I do something stupid. He encourages me. He also is easy to please – just say “duct tape” in a sentence and you have won him over. Or make him “banana bread”. Or say “I’m going to the mall”…oh, wait that last one was my love language. Oka…
