Sometimes the oldest remedy is the best one … This is an old, but superb version of cough syrup. The side effects include drowsiness, calmed cough, relaxation and flavonoids.
Hot Toddy
1 shot whiskey
2 Tbs Honey (in this case fine, Teton wildflower honey from Jackson Hole, Wy.)
Lemon juice (from one small lemon)
Splash of water
Mix together in a coffee mug, nuke in the microwave, stir and enjoy.
Jdub’s cough syrup makes him gag, so I bribed him to take his medicine. But we called it a cherry shooter with a water chaser.
I started coughing today. And so did my hubby. 😦
So my writer’s block is like a male dog, still fully intact. But my little bundle of joy, Jdubs, is the clutch player at crunch time.
Tonight while I was mulling over what to write about, he asked me if he could saw his nails. I had no idea what he was talking about at first.
But he had a rough nail and wanted to “saw” it smooth.
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Tonight at our Church Family Night we had our annual Birthday Celebration. This is where we do a potluck dinner and dessert is provided, but we get to decorate it.
Tables are set up by birthday month and you go sit with all the other people there with the same birthday month as you. Mine is February so I sat with the other Pieces tonight (except for one Aries). The kids and adults love it because we unite by birthday month to collaborate, creating awesomely decorated cakes.
Jdubs happened to be the only kid there with a March birthday so he got to decorate a cake with the help of mom. We started with a round cake that had the base layer of white frosting. Jdubs told me he wanted to make a face with green frosting.
So that’s just what we did. We mixed colors and applied icing. Then we moved on to add blue hair with sprinkles of many colors.
Happy Birthday, people born in March!
The Garden is calling me … I received two new seed catalogs. Yea!
All kinds of organic, heirloom and hybrid varieties.
Other cool garden accessories and products…
For tonight … that’s all I got. Been burning the candle from both ends this week, but I’ll be dreaming about the garden tonight. [Also I am having terrible writer’s block. Sometimes this is as good as it gets.]
Instagram is instant awesomeness! I had no idea what I was going to write about today, but then got the idea from my trusty iPhone to take some of my random, everyday photos and use Instagram to edit them. Instagram described by its founders is the blending of instant photos and telegrams, thus “instagram.”
It combines several things at once when taking photos—it’s social media, documentation, art and photojournalism all rolled into one. You take snapshots, apply filters, post/save to a share archive hosted by Instagram. The photo goes onto your Instagram profile, and can be shared across a multitude of various social media. The social media is simply the telegraph “wire.”
The folks at Instagram have a blog, tips for taking better photos, and featured Instagram users’ photos – it’s amazing what someone can do with an iPhone and a free app that applies simple filters.
So maybe I went a little crazy on the filters and fuzz (aka “bokeh”), but Instagram is instant awesomeness. Love it!
[to find out more about why a big metal chicken is so funny to 40-year old married women click here.]
One of the greatest things about winter is the sky. The cooler weather makes for drier and thus a clearer sky. The colder the temperature the less moisture the air can hold. That is why the large, fat snowflakes fall when the temperature is around freezing and why a cold mountain snow in February is more like tiny grains of sand.
January/February nights during the new moon are the best for viewing the constellations—I just wished I had the photography skills [and equipment] to capture the nighttime sky.
But today my handy iPhone helped me capture the beautiful sunset of the winter sky with the “fairy castle” in the distance.
Our new family Christmas Eve tradition is going to our church’s candlelight worship service. This tradition is only a few years old for us but it has legs for many years to come. It’s one of my most favorite things to do.
I was always a Campbellite, but I haven’t always been a Presbyterian. This new tradition is helping me feel more like a Presbyterian in general and not just a member of a Presbyterian church. Two things during our worship service make it so very special. One is the music from Jeff, Honi and Ladd. These three people have truly been blessed with the gift of music. They are bluegrass musicians, have beautiful voices and can play any instrument with strings. Tonight Jeff played the mandolin, Ladd played the guitar and Honi played the piano and stand-up bass. The music brought tears to my eyes.
The second thing that makes our worship service so special is the candlelight part of the service. The lights in the sanctuary are turned off, then a flame is passed from person to person until everyone in the audience has a lit candle, which represents Jesus as the light of the world.
It’s a new tradition that I am embracing and truly enjoying and looking forward to many more candlelit Christmas Eves.
I had no idea what I was going to write about tonight when I came home from work… then this post magically wrote itself. Jdubs and I were wrapping presents. This is what happens when a 4 year old who can recognize a few letters does for gift tags.
Then we ditched the packages to play with the cat.
Then the dog got in on the action, and we played cat and dog and kid for a while.
Here’s Ruby trying to be playful. (I wish that darn ornament wasn’t in the way, but you will see it in every frame.)
Pussums is definitely ready to take a swipe at Ruby. Fortunately, for Ruby, those paws are sans claws.
Puss is supremely pissed. If I could hear her kitty voice I think she would say: “oh no you didn’t. No way that’s going to fly up in here.”
Here’s Ruby with two batteries on her shoulder saying: “I dare you to knock these off.” (very bad reference to a very old Duracell battery commercial.)
The aftermath of Cat and Dog—the dog pounced at the cat, scooting the tree over 3-4 feet; the cat peeled out on the tree skirt and bolted up the stairs with the dog in hot pursuit. And Jdub’s package is left behind.
The Arcadian Experience 