May 31, 2008
Here is a wonderful recipe that will help you do away with some of the zucchini from your summer garden.
1 Boxed spice cake mix
1/2 cup cooking oil
1 tablespoon vanilla
2 cups grated un-pealed zucchini
1/2 cup chopped pecans
1/2 cup sunflower seeds (optional)
Bake in loaf pans 350 degrees for 45-55 minutes. Do the toothpick test – it works.
May 24, 2008
I went to self defense and restraint training yesterday. There is not a square inch of me that doesn’t hurt. I spent 8 hours performing a modified martial arts technique. I am too old for that crap!
May 11, 2008
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. It’s always darkest before the dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it.
4. Don’t be irreplaceable. If you can’t be replaced, you can’t be promoted.
5. Always remember that you’re unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
7. If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
8 Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’re a mile away and you have their shoes!
9. If at first you don’t succeed, sky diving is not for you.
May 7, 2008
So my brother and his lady have this beautiful new home in Wolforth, near Lubbock. They are both smokers and have determined they will not smoke in the new house. So what do they do? They have a living area in the garage. Yes, it houses a car. But there is a table, chair, microwave oven, dresser (complete with makeup bag) stereo, cd player, television and last but not least a refrigerator. The magnetic sign on the refrigerator, obviously guarding the beer, says:
TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT
SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN!
Must be the Kenley coming out in him. 😀
May 6, 2008
I went to Lubbock this weekend to visit my Mom. It was, as usual, incredibly depressing. She has reached the stage in her dementia where she doesn’t remember to swallow food. Everything must be in puree form and followed by something to drink. Liquids she swallows. She has lost more weight this month. Her nurses aid says she has deteriorated a lot this past month. It is hard for me to accept that she has no idea who I am. I combed her hair, gave her a manicure and put lotion on her dried up skin. I fed her dinner on Sunday night and slurpee on Monday. I made her an appointment for a hair cut and perm for today. She does not seem at all unhappy. I guess that is the most I can hope for, that somewhere in her mind, she is in a happy place.