Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

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Down The Rabbit Hole

For all  of you following my blog husband is still away overseas.

Here is what has changed at  home while the man who holds the string of your kite is gone.

Number one: You might accidentally kill one or  2 of your children.

Normally, in the night Bart comes in, he drives ones of the biofuel trucks and comes in at 3 or 4 a.m. I’ll half wake up and hear him kick off his shoes, shuffle into the shower, scrounge around the kitchen and go to bed.

But without husband here, I immediately reach for the gun.

I go up the stairs gun poised, ready to defend against any intruder. It never dawns on me that Cujo is upstairs happily bopping around.

Bart turns and sees me. Without a word he takes the gun out of my hands, removes the clip and tells me to go back to bed before I hurt myself.

Okay,sorry.

Number 2: You might let your guard dog sleep on your husband’s $200 Brooks Brother’s robe, maybe even on the bed.Everyone needs to be special sometimes.

Number 3: You might stop taking showers  often. I mean what’s the point? This goes for changing into nighties as well.

Number 4: You may suddenly realize that a plate of french fries makes a perfectly good dinner, even better while eaten in front of the TV.

Number 5: You may realize that you don’t have to water the “effing lawn everyday, or pick up your dog’s  poop. I mean who made these rules anyway? Poop is organic..it’s like compost.

Number 6: Turns out you don’t have to go and check on your neighbor just because it’s 103F outside. Just a big “ole, hope you’re still alive Edna!  Yelled out an open window does just fine.

Number 7: You have the opportunity to go though all husband’s secret guy stuff. Unfortunately this has yielded nothing! Nothing!

I hope this give you some good ideas for the next time your superhero flies off.

This is gmom.

Down the rabbit hole.

peace out.

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Things You Should Try At Least Once (or not)

This is actually two topics in one. I have run away from home. The pressure cooker of some home events drove me to take the sage actions of a friend and skedaddle to higher ground for a breather.

So I write to you from the beachfront. I am watching the waves rolling inexorably into the shore. I am eating bagels and cream cheese with lox, the TV is turned on a rerun of Project Runway, I have a six-pack of beer cooling on ice.

It’s all wrong, but exactly what I need. A  short break from a difficult reality. Hubby didn’t exactly give me his blessing, but I did notice he put the ‘easy-pass’ in my car’ and called to check up on me a few times. All good. This is working for me.

So Rose and I, you know Rose, my 21-year-old? Works full-time and goes to college full-time? My own little overachiever. She and I were discussing things you should try at least once in your life.

We settled on:

Sky diving

Scuba diving

Rock climbing

Bungee jumping

Singing in front of a crowd

Go surfing in Malibu

Visit India

Climb an active volcano

Participate in Burning Man

Now of course we then went on to name a bunch of things we thought we wouldn’t try.

So here is that list too. Be sure to add yours in.

We wouldn’t try cocaine or heroin. One time may be one time too many.

We wouldn’t…

Get a big ‘name tattoo’  on our face.

Run a marathon. (ewwwww)

Join a ‘hold your breath’  under water contest.

Run naked through church.

Read War And Peace. Uh no.

See the Taj Mahal. I seen it in Las Vegas it ain’t all that!

Backpack through the rainforest. No No No.

Learn an indigenous language. I’ll stick to pig-Latin.

Listen to Enya for 5 hours straight. Just shoot me instead.

Give someone directions, even though you have no idea where they are going.

Get drunk and ruin someones special day.

Photocopy your butt. Why do people do that???

Join a self-help group. I actually did that once with my sister and they kicked us out for laughing.

Last but not least, marry someone you met in an online dating site who you have only met one time. Don’t ask! I know someone who did this. What a disaster.

So there you go kids.

What are your ideas. Hmmm?

This is gmom,

at the beach,

watching the waves and wondering,

why do I live in the city????

Peace and I am outa here!

Apple (Lappal) Cake

Something about apples…

They are so…American.

In light of that sentiment and the news of the day.

Shall we tally ho and forth and so on with this ultra-comfort food.

Pass me another piece!!!!!

A Teenage Gourmet published this recipe for apple cake.

I made it today with little granddaughter Starlite, who calls it lappal cake.

It is as delicious as it looks and super easy.

Here is the link to Sammi’s blog where you can get the recipe.

http://ateenagegourmet.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/heckuva-apple-cake-for-mom/

Absolutely, totally worth it.

I made the cake as Sammi suggested with granny smith apples.

I used the full sugar and oil, and no orange zest.

I was working with Starlite’s help so I kept things simple, and moving fast.

Awesome, awesome cake.

Thanks Sammi you rocked this one!

I made the cake in 2 pans so Starlie could take home one to Mommy!

Apple cake served with ice cream.

Here is a bite for you!

Yummy! Thanks Sammi!

This is gmom,

Have a safe weekend.

Peace out.

Don’t Make Me Call Donald Trump!

If the white house news reports and the subsequent  inconsistencies regarding the raid on Osama Bin Laden‘s compound haven’t caught your attention then maybe you’ve just been too busy with your own life to follow it.

I’m going to link you here to The Roycroft Report which is not fully comprehensive but does offer a nice even handed overview from a swell guy.    http://jroycroft.wordpress.com/2011/05/04/obama-cant-get-the-bin-laden-story-straight/

Here’s my take.

People who have nothing to hide, hide nothing.

Did anyone wonder why it took a “carnival barker” like Donald Trump to make enough noise to finally get the president to choke up a birth certificate?

I laughed at Trump. I am not laughing anymore.

I’m thinking maybe Trump who, oh yeah, lives a whole lot more comfortable then gmom, might know something I don’t.

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So we don’t get to see pictures of the raid on Osama Bin Laden’s compound in Pakistan  cause it might be inflammatory to Muslim extremists.

What about us?

All the raid news information is coming straight from the white house. They are the sole source.

They have the pictures and the sound reel and still can’t get the story straight?

This does not make sense.

Where is Donald Trump when you need him.

Does it take a carnival barker to get us the answers we have a right to?

May God keep you safe.

This is gmom,

peace out.

It’s Time For Monkey Bread!!!!!!

Yes indeed friends it is time for Monkey bread!

First I want you to know that only one monkey is included with each recipe.

So don’t ya’ll feel bad making it there’s plenty of the little swingin’ critters to go around.

Hahaha!

Just kidding.

No animals, including monkeys, dogs or squirrels are harmed in the preparation of Monkey Bread.

Why it’s called Monkey Bread you ask????

Well even a monkey could make it and it still comes out good.

The taste? Sinful! Just sinful.

You can find other easier recipes using pre-made buttermilk biscuits but they aren’t as good as this recipe. Cutting corners just isn’t worth it sometimes!

Now get to it.

Ingredients: In a large bowl mix

2 packets active dry yeast (5 teaspoons)

2 cups warm water

2 tablespoons sugar

Let sit for 5-10 minutes until foamy.

This is called proofing the yeast.

Once it is foamy add in:

6 cups of flour

2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

2 teaspoon kosher salt

1/2 cup sugar

4 tablespoons softened margarine or butter

Mix together with a large spoon:

Then knead for 10 minutes by hand either in the bowl or on a floured surface.

Let dough rise for 45 minutes or until double in bulk.

In the meantime, in a  saucepan warm:

2 cups margarine or butter

2 cups brown sugar

Optionally:

Add in up to 2 cups of raisins and 1 cup of chopped walnuts or pecans

When dough has risen knead it for a couple of minutes.

Cut it into small chunks.

Dip the pieces into the margarine sugar and drop them into a cake or bundt pan.

Let rise for 25 minutes.

Bake at 375 F (190 C) for 20-25 minutes or until golden brown.

While still warm turn over on a serving plate.

Pull apart to eat!

Enjoy.

Monkey out now friends.

This is gmom.

Peace out.

Fifty Is The Best Birthday Ever!!!! I’m Going To Do It Every Year!!!

OMG!

If I knew 50 was going to be so great. I would have turned 50 last year. I am totally doing it again next year!

No seriously, I am!

First gift?

A dishwasher!!!!!

My great kids bought me a dishwasher!!!!!

That might seem lame to some but just ask daughter Eggs, mother to Hoo.  She jumps to wash the dishes after dinner cause she knows how much I hate it.

China,  who is so exhausted taking care of new baby Li. She will be pulling on the sink gloves insisting she likes to do the dishes. Yeah and I like root canal.

Maybe they got the dishwasher for themselves….hmmmmm.  Naw it’s for me.

Ta Dah!!!! Dishwasher rocks! Thanks kids!

Then…

Husband gave me yellow roses which I think symbolize jealousy. He always gets them because when I was delivering my first baby  there was a picture of yellow roses on the delivery room wall.  I used it as a focal point. Good times, good times.

Now he thinks they are the  flower power rose.

He also gave me a chocolate bar.

Thanks hubby.

He also did  give me the awesome kids so that covers a lot of gift giving.

Now my younger sista gave me a handbag made of seat belts. She is all about the off beat. The bag is kinda cool and should fetch a nice price on Ebay. Thanks sis!

Now middle sista gave me jewels!!!

Pretty earrings small and dangly and an evil eye keeper away-er bracelet.

I’m actually wearing them now, but here’s a picture of the bracelet!  Thanks sis!

Now my big sis sent me a gift card to…..you guessed it…..every white middle class woman’s favorite fake french thrift store Anthropologie. Wooohooo!

I’m getting a whatnot! I’m getting a whatnot!

It’s awesome! Thanks big sis.

Then to make the best day ever even better China and her hubby Silver treated me to

Cirque De Soleil. It was a blast. Why the big fat man sitting right next to me had to get up and switch his seat just cus I was waving to  the performers I do not understand. It was a circus!

I was the one who should have changed seats seeing as he had to pass gas before the show started and I was not going to spend my evening smelling other people’s flatulence. I (kindly, I think) mentioned to him that the port o’ potties were just outside the bigtop.  Anyhoo, he moved, and I had plenty of room to wave my arm off.

The show was “Totem” and although not historically accurate (American Indians did not roller-skate) was a great performance.

Thanks to China and Silver for a perfect ending to a great day. Here’s me and China at Cirq.

So thanks to everyone for all the happy birthday wishes.

Thanks for all the fun.

Thanks for remembering me.

This is gmom.

Peace out.

Simple Living. Where The Eye And Heart Can Rest.

http://36×37.wordpress.com/

I love this blogger who is a bona-fide writer.

She recently blogged about Randy from Pittsburgh who creates street art.

His focus is revitalizing the neighborhoods with his vibrant colorful art.

He creates gardens and landscapes as well.

Quite the awesome dude.

Thanks to Maura for throwing a light on Randy and introducing him to peeps like me through her blog.

Years ago I was a Randy wannabee.

The only difference between Randy and I? I have no artistic sensibility.

But I didn’t let that stop me.

My canvas was our family bathroom. A spare 4 by 8 foot utilitarian white, waiting for me.

I went with cow spot.

I painted huge black splotches.

Cow hide covered the ceiling and walls. I bought a couple of farm prints and hung those.

Cow hand towels hugged the towel bar. I even had a cow shower curtain.

Everyone commented on the cow bathroom. I was artistically fulfilled.

When it came time to sell this house the realtor advised us to paint the cow bathroom white. “What??” I cried “Absolutely not, everyone loves the cow bathroom.  It adds value to the house!”

From his expression I could see he did not agree. Paint over the cow bathroom???

I sulked the day it was done. Goodbye cow bathroom. But the funny thing was. When it was done the bathroom looked so much bigger.  So much calmer. Peaceful even. I hung white towels and bleached  the counters and the room was transformed from a joke to something of an oasis.

Ever since, when I get the urge to go wild with color and theme,  I say to myself, less is more.

Edit, edit, edit.

In how few elements can I do this.  In how few words can I communicate a thought.

The most important word is 4 letters.

The most important emotion can be expressed in a touch.

When you break life down in to its base elements you can see what is really there.

What the truth is.

One yellow sun.

One gray moon.

One blue earth.

This is gmom and Hoo,

living simply,

And simply living.

Peace out.

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