Sweet Dreams

Friday night with Grammy and Pop Pop.  

Marissa: Grammy, can I get water all by myself?

Me: Yes, Rissie... I guess so.  Which cup do you want, Sponge Bob or the pink one.

Marissa: Sponge Bob

TWO MINUTES LATER

Marissa: Grammy, I meant that I wanted the pink one. 

(just an excuse to get more water if you ask me)

Me: Okay Rissie...  here you go.  

Bedtime 

Marissa:  Grammy, can I have some juice?

Me: Yes Marissa. 

Marissa: Will you read me Green Eggs and Ham Grammy?

So I do...

Marissa: Grammy I need to go up the stairs and go to school.

We do not have an upstairs, and she doesn't go to school yet.

Finally. 

Sweet dreams.

Hummingbird

Okay, so I'm guilty of passing judgement on Mr. Bird Watcher ... a little geeky fellow from my early adult years that I would see every day as I drove past his house on my way to work.  He'd always have a clipboard in hand and he'd look into the sky,  check his clipboard then gaze back into the empty air.  I was pretty sure the man was over the edge. 

  Strange. 

Very strange.  

Forward thirty years.  Where'd this guy come from?  

Gary has his tripod set up by our bedroom 

window in front of his hummingbird feeder.  

4 cups water

 1 cup sugar 

Bring water to a boil, turn off stove. 

 When water stops boiling add sugar and stir till clear.  

Let sit till cools then fill the feeder.

This gives him hope.  

Maybe he'll catch a glimpse of his favorite bird.  

All of his efforts have been paying off.  

And I've learned that we're all special in our own way.  Some of us are yard sale enthusiasts and some are bird watchers. 

 It doesn't make us unwell. 

 It just makes us unique.

Burned Rice Pudding

Not getting home from the office till after 6 PM is for the birds.  Supper's always late.  Well, unless I stop and grab an Arby's roast beef or throw a frozen dinner in the microwave.  Tonight I fixed rice topped with fresh broccoli, squash, onion, garlic, stir fried chicken strips w/a touch of ginger, brown sugar, maple syrup, lots of pineapple chunks and a little juice from the pineapple. (love that sweet stuff!) I made fresh cucumbers on the side with a little onion and imitation crab meat diced up, added, and  spritzed with an olive oil-balsamic salad spritzer.  It was a lot more tasty and healthy than fast food.  You are what you eat you know...  at least that's what they say.

Dinner. Messy kitchen. Dirty dishes.  Walking the dog.  Too much to do in just a few hours time.  

So as the soft hum of the dishwasher soothes my tired soul and Gracie lays stretched out resting from her nightly walk...  I remind myself not to forget to put the fresh steamed green beans in the fridge that I made for tomorrow.  

Oh, did I tell you about the rice pudding?  

I burned it.  It was not fit for consumption so I tossed it.

I believe in miracles.  But I don't think there's a dishwasher around that's going to fix this.

My life lesson for the day:  Don't forget to stir the pudding.  Often.  Especially when cooking on high heat.  Duh!