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For my sons – a Cookie Monster video

My sons, now adults, loved Sesame Street when they were very young. One of their favorite characters was Cookie Monster. My youngest son has even gone to a Halloween costume party within the past few years dressed as his version of “Cookie Monster.”

Today, when I was reading some posts from friends on another social media outlet, I saw a post where someone was sharing this really funny video, featuring Cookie Monster. I thought it was a riot, and wanted to post it here, in honor of my sons’ fondness of Sesame Street. I hope you enjoy it!

Painting memories

Hand painted backsplash tile - strawberries

Hand painted backsplash tile – strawberries

I was rummaging around the basement, looking for a few things to take to the craft and lawn sale happening next month at the Community Center. I came across a box with a few kitchen backsplash tiles in it, and it brought back some memories from when I had the leisure time to paint. I haven’t painted since the school bus accident a few years ago, it hurts to hold a paint brush, so these memories of better days when I could do my One Stroke decorative painting whenever I wanted to paint are bitter-sweet.

A few years ago my mother-in-law decided to buy some new tiles from a local home improvement store to use as a back-splash all around her kitchen. She asked me to paint strawberries on them, to coordinate with her wallpaper.

That was my very first time painting on tiles! When I gave the finished tiles to my mother-in-law, she was thrilled! It would be very easy to glue some felt and ribbons to something like that to make a pretty gift! Or to glue cork to the back of it, put a couple of coats of extra-heat resistant finish on it and use it for a coaster or trivet.

I recently heard that my mother-in-law has re-done her entire kitchen. I wonder if the tiles are still there, or if they have been replaced with something else.

An essay about the booster seats of yesteryear

I can remember as a child, there were several times that I had a question about something and for some crazy reason I would call the telephone operator and ask her for the answer to my question. I guess I thought that the telephone operator was the smartest lady in the world! And you know something? The telephone operator always was very pleasant and had the answer I was looking for! Boy, those were the good ol’ days!

Do you remember the old days when a young child wanted to sit at the table to eat, the parents (or grandparents) would put a big, fat, telephone directory on the seat of one of the adult’s dining room chairs so the child could sit there? Growing up in an urban area, I was used to seeing really fat telephone directories. I had a strange kind of fascination with them. I have no idea why, really. I just can remember whenever we would travel to a different city, when we would check into a motel I would go look for the local telephone directory and flip through the yellow pages. I always felt that was the best way to get a really good idea of what the area was like.

Now small business marketing involves much more than a listing in the White Pages and an advertisement in the Yellow Pages of the telephone directory. The Internet has done its part to revolutionize local listings. I still use the telephone directory for a lot of things, but usually it is only when I don’t have access to the Internet. I am always sure to keep a current telephone directory near the hard-wired phone at home, and usually last year’s copy of the telephone directory in my car.

Whenever possible, however, I will generate a local search on my computer. Doing that is often faster than using the paper version of the telephone directory. It is definitely time to stop using the telephone directory as a booster seat – I think it is an endangered species. Besides, the town that I live in, the telephone directory is so small it wouldn’t do a lot of boosting!

A good day for a Fool

Beryl Jacobs Dill Little (My Grandma Bobbie) Christmas 1985

Beryl Jacobs Dill Little (My Grandma Bobbie) Christmas
1985

Today, on April 1, 2013, I find myself thinking about April Fool’s Day. My Grandma Bobbie, (rest in peace) was born on April 1, 1914. If she were alive today she would be 99 years old. She loved to boast that her birthday was April Fool’s Day, and she was a fun-loving person. She would love to play little jokes on her grandchildren, and when we caught on to what was going on she would get a mischievous smile on her face, her eyes would twinkle, and she would say “Ain’t I a stinker” right before breaking out into an infectious laughter that drew everyone within hearing distance into the merriment of the moment. She passed away on my birthday in 1987, and every year on my birthday since then I can imagine her speaking to me from where-ever her spirit is now, saying “Ain’t I a stinker!”

Not long ago I was looking for dessert recipes that use fresh fruit. I found that there is a traditional British dessert recipe that uses whipped cream and mashed up fresh fruit that is called a “Fool.”

Fruit Fool (free clip art)

Fruit Fool (free clip art)

I think that I will try to remember at every Easter dinner that I hold at my house from now on I will provide a “Fool” dessert and serve it as a fond remembrance of the birthday of my favorite April fool, Grandma Bobbie. I think she would like that very much!

Oh cheesecake, how thou dost tempt me!

We almost never have sweets in the house, but for the past couple of days I’ve noticed a slice of cheesecake in the refrigerator. You know, the type that is sold in the grocery store in a clear oyster-type container…. Well, I love cheesecake and I was trying to be polite and not eat it since I didn’t buy it and figured it wasn’t mine. So I didn’t eat the cheesecake, but every time I would open the refrigerator door, to grab a yogurt or an orange, or the sweet tea I would see the cheesecake just sitting there, with the delicious strawberry topping dripping down the sides, taunting me.

cheesecake (free clip art)

cheesecake (free clip art)

And I dutifully ignored it. After all, if I had bought that cheesecake and someone else had eaten it, I would not be happy at all! So I ignored it. For three agonizing, torturous days!

Well after all that deprivation and sacrifice, I found out last night that the cheesecake was bought for me! And somehow nobody ever got around to mentioning it! Well, let me tell you something – that cheesecake is not tempting me anymore! It was delicious!

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