Saturday, November 22, 2014

OUGHT OH!

Katniss Everdeen is in love with two men.  Did you go see it?

After seeing Hunger Games 1, I wasn't interested.  People killing people and the government was behind it.  Not my thing.

So I don't know what got me into it this weekend.  I guess because Mike wanted to go see it.  Mike went to Hunger Games 2 with Pete, so he knew he needed to rent the Redbox Friday night to get me up to date.  After which, we were both anxious to see Hunger Games III - Mockingjay Part I today.  "Pretty good," I would say.

Now I'm looking forward to Part IV; which is Mockingjay Part II. Ya, it's confusing.

Who are you?  Team Gale or Team Peeta?

I'm not quite sure yet. I kind of know, but think I need to wait a little bit longer.

Keely says Gale.  Mike says Peeta.

What a struggle.

I just replayed the beach scene. Passion, yep!

DON'T TOUCH THE WALLS

I went into Mike today and asked, "Did you ever clean your walls?"  He didn't know what I was talking about so I explained. 

When I was younger, my mom was always cleaning the walls, mopping the floor and cleaning the toilet.  Our house was spotless!

I trained my kids right.  "Get your hands off the walls."  "DON'T TOUCH THE WALLS."  You have all seen those fingerprints haven't you?  They drive me crazy.  Some people when they come in the house, they lean up to the walls and put their dirty hands on them.  It drives me insane!

Well, today as I was in the kid's bathroom upstairs, I happen to look into Keely's bedroom.  The sun was coming in just right through the window, and I could see dust all over the north wall.  "Kim, see your mom knew what she was doing, get busy and clean those walls."

My mind went back to long ago. I remember my mom always scrubbing down the walls. Oh, I thought she was a fanatic and I never wanted to help. She didn't want my help anyway.  I could never do it right.  She was a perfectionist.

I did wash my walls when I was younger and I first moved into my new home, but then I noticed I left a film, but now I know why.

I need to dust them first, then wipe them down.

I'm getting busy on that tomorrow and guess what?  Mike even said he would help me.

And then it's the mop boards after that! hahaha

Do people really do this now days?

Friday, November 21, 2014

DRISHTI

Concentrating . . . FOCUSED!  You have to be to do this thing.

KEELY BUGS

Speaking of the cycle of life.  Here's the text I read this morning.

"Ill love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

Do you think Keely will say this to her children?  You know it, guaranteed!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

"I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER."

We read this book to Keely and Keaton quite regularly when we put them to bed when they were little; it was one of my favorites. It's a story about a mother raising her little boy and rocking him to sleep every night as she sang. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

This book comes back to me still every so often.  I remember when Keely first moved out, I blogged about it then because I would drive by her house when she didn't know it, to still check on her.  "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

Tonight, Mike and I went up to check on his father.  It was later than we usually go. When we walked in, we could see that he needed some assistance. Mike gently walked over to his father, picked him up from his chair and carefully, lovingly, put him in his warm, twin bed.

Yes, this is immediately what I visualized as I watched my husband.

Big, strong Mike, holding his frail 76 year old father. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

Life is a cycle. We are raised by our parents; they are there for our every need. Then as time goes on and they get older, we become their parents and take care of them.  It's really a precious thing.

I've watched both of my parents die; now I'm watching Mike go through this. I sit back in the couch and admire him as he does it so compassionately. Deon is so weak, that when he talks, Mike has to get up really close to his father's lips so he can know what Grandpa needs.

Mike got his father all situated in bed, and the final touch was getting a towel to prop his head.

"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

It really is a tender thing.

REQUEST

Mom's cinnamon rolls coming up.  They will be ready for you at lunch time Keater POP!

My mom's recipe calls for scaled milk. I've often wondered if I was scalding the milk in my mom's recipe correctly.  I've just done what I saw my mother do through the years.

This morning as I started, I thought, "What is scaled milk? I wonder if I'm doing this right?" So I went to find out.

Some baking recipes call for scalded milk; that is, regular milk brought nearly to a boil and then cooled down.  Scaled milk makes yeast breads lighter and sponge cakes springier.  Because it's warm, it is ideal to  help dissolve sugar and melt butter, and extracts the most flavor from vanilla beans, cinnamon, citrus peels, and other flavor agents.

Here's how to make scalded milk.  Choose a heavy bottom pan. It heats evenly so it doesn't get scorched.

What is scorched milk?  I KNOW WHAT SCORCHED MILK IS.  Let me tell you. Put milk in a thin pan over very high heat and leave the room.  Come back when you smell an unpleasant aroma and throw the milk and the pan away. hehehe I do this all the time, just ask Mike; he's always cussing me.

Back to scalding milk. Pour milk in a heavy pan and turn up the heat on the stove top to medium.  While the milk heats up, stir it frequently. When bubbles form around the edge of the pan and the milk starts to steam, you are getting closer. Keep on stirring, movement stops a protein film, sometimes call the skin, from forming on top of the milk. As soon as the milk bubbles, take the milk off the heat. You have scalded milk.  Don't use it in your recipe yet.  Allow the milk to cool down to 110 degrees.  Then it's ready to use.

Well let's go get started. First I'm going to turn on my piano . . . Oh, I love the comfort.

Speaking of mom.  Here's Kandi with Throw Back Thursday.

I still like drinking out of the jug. My (Mom's) cinnamon rolls and a swig of cold, skim milk out of the jug today; YUM!  "Let's have another one."

Kandi, I sure LOVE these pictures. Thank you so much. Mom would have been 87 this month. Two cakes?  We must of had to for our crew.




Wednesday, November 19, 2014

GRANDPA DEON

I visited Deon today.  He was very weak.  I wanted to make sure I got up to the assisted living home to tell him my last goodbye.

After gently knocking on the door, I walked in to find him in his chair.  The blinds were open and the television was on. Deon's eyes were opened and he was shaking.  "Hi Grandpa," I said as I put the beautiful poinsettia plant down and walked over close to him. I then kneel down and held his hand as I started to talk.


"Are you in any pain?"  Grandpa tried to talk, but I couldn't understand.  I told him to raise his pointer finger if he was in pain. He looked down at his hand and didn't raise his finger. I patted his shoulder and said, "I'm glad."

"Deon, I heard you were not eating any more and I wanted to make sure I got up here to let you know how much I love you. I know your family and Keaton were here last night. Keaton told me all about it.  I'm so glad you are here to be with your family. You have raised a good family and I sure love your boy."  Deon started crying.  I felt so bad, but that's what it's all about - family and I kept on going.

"I brought you this plant because it's red.  Red reminds me of love and valentines. I love LOVE and passion and I want you to know that when you look at it.  We love you Grandpa.  Keaton told me you didn't recognize him last night because he has grown so big."  I could tell Deon smiled and again started to try to tell me something.  But he couldn't.

I noticed as I held his hand, he stopped shaking.  I put my head up to his and touched his cheek with my cheek as I gave him a side squeeze. Then I knelt down by his side again. "Deon, I want to thank you for being sooo good to my kids. You were so good to them through the years. Thank you so much."  His eyes were getting more and more teary.  I felt like I should stop, but I didn't, I wasn't going to let him go to Heaven without letting him know of my love and appreciation for him.

We, or I continued on.  "I'm still smiling about what you said the other day about raising those kids to be independent and DAMN IT they are."  Deon tried to talk some more; it was so sad.  I HATE DEATH!    And now I'm crying.

As I was getting ready to leave, I stood up and looked at him face to face, with my grip still on him. His eyes were now closed and I proceeded to tell him what a cute man he is.  He really is - he looks so young.  His hair was a little longer than I've ever seen it and it was combed back unusual.  

I leaned over and kissed his forehead.  "I love you Deon." 

He was still as I let go.

My eyes were full of tears as I walked out of his room and closed the door.

Please bless him Heavenly Father.

"Why can't everyone just live forever?"