Surprised? Twice in one month. I mean thrice, if you count the card post. But Lindy says I can't count it as a real post, so twice.
I made bread! Okay, so I cheated and went to see the bread lady (www.kneadfulthingsnow.com ), and Mom is mortified this is the first time I've made bread in my life since we grew up on her homemade cinnamon buns and all kinds of homemade bread. But I made my first ever loaf of bread. And it's wholewheat buttermilk none the less.
And our camera is broken, so I can't show you a picture of my perfect little loaf, but I did it!
Now, I have to do it all on my own, no biga and soaker pre-mades to fall back on. And I will.....first I need to find 15% protein wholewheat flour. Good luck, right? I'll probably just order some from the bread lady. She's pretty much awesome.
I kneaded like crazy, even other people in the class who make bread all the time said it was busy work; but I wanted my gluten strands long and perfect and my dough smooth as a baby's bottom. AND I wanted it to pass the window pane test, which it did not, but kneading for over 2 hours just isn't normal.
And my little loaf of bread looks SOOO good. Almost looks like it can't possibly be wheat bread. I am so excited.
Next, I'm trying out Alicia's directions to see if I can make the Hansen Famous Loaves.
I made bread...now on to the canning and jam making!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Real Deal...
Here I sit. I've just watched "Ghost" on TV, courtesy of Lifetime Network's assumed tribute to Patrick Swayze. First watch of the entire movie, and my, technology and special effects have come a long way. Not to mention, I think Demi Moore looks younger today than she does in "Ghost". Really? Right...date a younger...er, marry a younger man and you'll spotaneously look younger. Naturally, those vacations for weeks at a time to Brazil and Mexico were simply vacations, no time spent under a surgeon's knife. Wha....? NEVER. Never ever....who done it?
I feel as though I don't have much to report. We teach our sunbeams, who have come so very far, leaps and bounds over the last few weeks. Just in time for the next class, indeed. Those 3 and 4 yr old souls capture me wholly and unequivocally. A few weeks ago, one of our cuties attached his tiny arms of steel around my neck and simply refused to disengage, despite bribes of extra lemon drops, pleading and begging. I carried him out to his car where, sadly I admit, I proceeded to trick him into his car seat. He was pretty well adjusted by the next week, great thing about 3 yr olds, simply resilient. We still do quite a few wiggle exercises, truth be told, mostly for Juan and me! They are fabulous, fun and fanatical about lemon drops. We looked high a low for a treat for especially good days (2 don't like chocolate, 3 don't like pretzels, 3 won't eat goldfish, 1 hates animal crakers) and found lemon drops to be the one and only treat they ALL go ape for. Lemon drops you ask? How in heaven's earthly name did we figure out the lemon drops? Our lesson on "I love my home" invovled a quick story on Brigham Young and his beehive home and how he handed out lemon drops to visitors.....I was very hesitant to hand each child the lip puckering morsels and absolutely shocked to hear requests for seconds... ha, the key to eternal perfection in each child's actions...loverly, just loverly, lemon drops.
In other news, Daisy got her first ever name tag....I told her if she could manage to stay alive for 7 years, I'd break down and get her one. I caved and bought one at 6 1/2 years, but figure she's been through enough and I've been through enough, what's half a year early? She keeps trying to move more slowly, to keep her tags from clinking together too violently. In due time, she'll adjust and now if she's lost, there's a tag with her name and my number, so maybe she'll survive. Hopefully, anyway. If she can manage to stop barking at whoever finds her long enough for them to help her. Doubtful.
Non-challenge. One more word to add to my "never should have said it" dictionary. That's right, they just said 'non-challenge' on a lower-your-cholesterol-Honey-Nut-Cheerios commercial. Why not state it's 'easy', instead of making a oxymoron out of everything.
Challenge: I'm going to stop doing it myself. No longer will I claim taking out the trash to be 'sanitary take out'. No more with the 'painfully simple' statement when I cook hamburger helper. 'Never more', 'clear as mud', 'pretty ugly', 'exact estimate' (at work), 'original copies' (work), 'alone together', 'same difference', oh the list goes on and on.
I spend too much time being dry and sarcastic. I'll now try to be uplifting and exciting. Greatly impressed with others acheivements, optimistic when others complain (no more comiserating), happily thrilled with the joy's of work and challenges.
Oh, who am I kidding? That is seriously funny. The sweet sorrow of realization hits. I attempt a rolling stop, but to no avail. 'Good grief' comes my silent scream.
I cannot deny my contradictous self. On with life. Being one with my oxymoron thoughts.
ENJOY! :) It's unbearably doable.
I feel as though I don't have much to report. We teach our sunbeams, who have come so very far, leaps and bounds over the last few weeks. Just in time for the next class, indeed. Those 3 and 4 yr old souls capture me wholly and unequivocally. A few weeks ago, one of our cuties attached his tiny arms of steel around my neck and simply refused to disengage, despite bribes of extra lemon drops, pleading and begging. I carried him out to his car where, sadly I admit, I proceeded to trick him into his car seat. He was pretty well adjusted by the next week, great thing about 3 yr olds, simply resilient. We still do quite a few wiggle exercises, truth be told, mostly for Juan and me! They are fabulous, fun and fanatical about lemon drops. We looked high a low for a treat for especially good days (2 don't like chocolate, 3 don't like pretzels, 3 won't eat goldfish, 1 hates animal crakers) and found lemon drops to be the one and only treat they ALL go ape for. Lemon drops you ask? How in heaven's earthly name did we figure out the lemon drops? Our lesson on "I love my home" invovled a quick story on Brigham Young and his beehive home and how he handed out lemon drops to visitors.....I was very hesitant to hand each child the lip puckering morsels and absolutely shocked to hear requests for seconds... ha, the key to eternal perfection in each child's actions...loverly, just loverly, lemon drops.
In other news, Daisy got her first ever name tag....I told her if she could manage to stay alive for 7 years, I'd break down and get her one. I caved and bought one at 6 1/2 years, but figure she's been through enough and I've been through enough, what's half a year early? She keeps trying to move more slowly, to keep her tags from clinking together too violently. In due time, she'll adjust and now if she's lost, there's a tag with her name and my number, so maybe she'll survive. Hopefully, anyway. If she can manage to stop barking at whoever finds her long enough for them to help her. Doubtful.
Non-challenge. One more word to add to my "never should have said it" dictionary. That's right, they just said 'non-challenge' on a lower-your-cholesterol-Honey-Nut-Cheerios commercial. Why not state it's 'easy', instead of making a oxymoron out of everything.
Challenge: I'm going to stop doing it myself. No longer will I claim taking out the trash to be 'sanitary take out'. No more with the 'painfully simple' statement when I cook hamburger helper. 'Never more', 'clear as mud', 'pretty ugly', 'exact estimate' (at work), 'original copies' (work), 'alone together', 'same difference', oh the list goes on and on.
I spend too much time being dry and sarcastic. I'll now try to be uplifting and exciting. Greatly impressed with others acheivements, optimistic when others complain (no more comiserating), happily thrilled with the joy's of work and challenges.
Oh, who am I kidding? That is seriously funny. The sweet sorrow of realization hits. I attempt a rolling stop, but to no avail. 'Good grief' comes my silent scream.
I cannot deny my contradictous self. On with life. Being one with my oxymoron thoughts.
ENJOY! :) It's unbearably doable.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Doot dah doo dah doo....
Ummm, really? I'm speechless. Were are my strong-armed bullies who yell at me to get to it? Where? What? When? HUH? Have I been busy?...well, yes...after a fashion. Work WAS busy from May to August....but really...not like it comes home with me. Oh fear, dread and jelly beans...WHATEVER have I been doing? NOT Blogging, that's for sure.
Okay, so I've made some cards....get ready...lots and lots of pics...
FRONT: The Big Day
Inside The Big Day
"Bee Happy"- LOL, I love it!
They are much cuter in person....but I guess you'll just have to put in an order!! :) Each card is $3.99. And it will come with it's own envelope and tons of cuteness all provided courtesy of Kourtney's Kreations!
Okay, so I've made some cards....get ready...lots and lots of pics...
FRONT: The Big Day
Inside The Big Day
"Bee Happy"- LOL, I love it!
They are much cuter in person....but I guess you'll just have to put in an order!! :) Each card is $3.99. And it will come with it's own envelope and tons of cuteness all provided courtesy of Kourtney's Kreations!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
I really can be quite creative when I put my mind to it...
Most recent creation: Mom's birthday card....yes, it's homemade! I make to order on these. For a one a kind card, call 979.574.7510
"Homemade card by your daughter: PRICELESS"
Made with love by Kourtney with a K Creations
These were made for an Activity Days Program. They are little Hershey nuggets wrapped in paper, flowers with silver dot centers and a label saying "Treasure the Temple". Our activity day was all about the importance of temples.
Made this for Jefferson's first birthday...pretty cute, huh? You cut pictures and attach to the squares for a one of a kind multi-picture frame.
First cake attempt....we're working on it..slowly we'll get it figured out!
This is the oh so famous tradition of the garter the girls make for their dates to wear on their arm for Homecoming. Yes, I DID make those clothes for the little bears. And YES, I do take order for garters and mums. Seriously. If you live in Texas, you know this is a mandatory evil for your homecoming football games and dance. So call to place an order (979.574.7510). The deadline for orders is one week before Homecoming every year. If order received later a $15 fee is added.
Easter cookies circa 2008
"Homemade card by your daughter: PRICELESS"
Made with love by Kourtney with a K Creations
These were made for an Activity Days Program. They are little Hershey nuggets wrapped in paper, flowers with silver dot centers and a label saying "Treasure the Temple". Our activity day was all about the importance of temples.
Made this for Jefferson's first birthday...pretty cute, huh? You cut pictures and attach to the squares for a one of a kind multi-picture frame.
First cake attempt....we're working on it..slowly we'll get it figured out!
This is the oh so famous tradition of the garter the girls make for their dates to wear on their arm for Homecoming. Yes, I DID make those clothes for the little bears. And YES, I do take order for garters and mums. Seriously. If you live in Texas, you know this is a mandatory evil for your homecoming football games and dance. So call to place an order (979.574.7510). The deadline for orders is one week before Homecoming every year. If order received later a $15 fee is added.
Easter cookies circa 2008
Friday, May 22, 2009
The things you'd like to say and what actually ends up coming out...
So, I've never been a great diary keeper. That sums that up.
Ever notice you are constantly thinking one thing and saying another. That's my definition of conscientious. People's feelings. Good heavens. It's so stinking easy to say the wrong thing, say the right thing the wrong way or say what you say without really meaning it. Dang inflection tones.
So, I am going to find a class. A FBI, CIA, 'train you to lie so good you even think it's true' class. Yeah, they exist, no one tells you about them because they are being greedy. Greedy FBI'ers! Funny, it sounds like such a dirty term! Maybe because it starts with an "f". Who knows. Boy, I am chatty tonight.
I've got the dog in my lap, laying down like the good little lap dog she is, loving on me like I don't deserve. Why, might you ask? I forgot to feed the little nugget today. I didn't get a lunch break, so I'm sure she thought she was starving to death. She didn't even have a chew toy to keep her occupied and mind off how hungry she was. I came home and still didn't realize I hadn't fed her. I swear if this head of mine wasn't attached sometimes... FINALLY, at 9:45 Daisy decides it's time to give me a little reminder. She saunters on over to her food bowl and lays down pathetically in front of it and does a doggie sigh.
"Oh, did I not feed you?" I think aloud.
Another pathetic doggie sigh.
"Ha ha, I was just making sure you knew how to communicate on a whole different level than most other dogs. And look at that, you still know how to lay in front of your bowl without whining or crying, just a simple sigh. What a good dog I have."
Of course this charade was simply to help me feel better. That's why I love my dog. I can mess up big time (I mean technically, I was STARVING her) and she still doesn't back talk or get whiney. She just sighs, eats and then forgives easily enough to come sit on my lap and love on me immediately afterward. Oh, how I do love this little companion of mine.
So big news.....
Ha Ha....not really. Made you look. Hey, I didn't post on April Fool's, so there.
Ever notice you are constantly thinking one thing and saying another. That's my definition of conscientious. People's feelings. Good heavens. It's so stinking easy to say the wrong thing, say the right thing the wrong way or say what you say without really meaning it. Dang inflection tones.
So, I am going to find a class. A FBI, CIA, 'train you to lie so good you even think it's true' class. Yeah, they exist, no one tells you about them because they are being greedy. Greedy FBI'ers! Funny, it sounds like such a dirty term! Maybe because it starts with an "f". Who knows. Boy, I am chatty tonight.
I've got the dog in my lap, laying down like the good little lap dog she is, loving on me like I don't deserve. Why, might you ask? I forgot to feed the little nugget today. I didn't get a lunch break, so I'm sure she thought she was starving to death. She didn't even have a chew toy to keep her occupied and mind off how hungry she was. I came home and still didn't realize I hadn't fed her. I swear if this head of mine wasn't attached sometimes... FINALLY, at 9:45 Daisy decides it's time to give me a little reminder. She saunters on over to her food bowl and lays down pathetically in front of it and does a doggie sigh.
"Oh, did I not feed you?" I think aloud.
Another pathetic doggie sigh.
"Ha ha, I was just making sure you knew how to communicate on a whole different level than most other dogs. And look at that, you still know how to lay in front of your bowl without whining or crying, just a simple sigh. What a good dog I have."
Of course this charade was simply to help me feel better. That's why I love my dog. I can mess up big time (I mean technically, I was STARVING her) and she still doesn't back talk or get whiney. She just sighs, eats and then forgives easily enough to come sit on my lap and love on me immediately afterward. Oh, how I do love this little companion of mine.
So big news.....
Ha Ha....not really. Made you look. Hey, I didn't post on April Fool's, so there.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
La dee dah dee dah dee dah...and a bucket of chicken wings please
Kourtney stumbles over the words, "Sorry, did you actually just say 'a bucket of chicken wings please'? "
Greasy haired man looks up, "Well I wasn't der talkin' to yous ack-shullee"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Have a nice day.", patiently she waits for him to leave her office with a rather forced and genuinely fake smile.
"So when's yous bringin' my uh chickin wings to me?" he grunts.
"Sir, this is an insurance agency, we don't serve chicken or any other type of food. If you'd like an insurance policy, we can help you." as she thinks this is what I get for staying late to finish up a few things after working hours.
"Nah, that der lady I spokt to telled me I be gittin' my chickin wings her'(yes, that's her', as in here)." comes the rather sassy, unclassy reply.
"No sir, not HERE (just in case he may be taking notes on pronunciation), we don't have chicken wings." after a moment of sighing inwardly.
He tips his head back in a roar, "When you be gettin' chickin wings?"
"Never, we have a worker who is allergic to chicken." A little white lie never hurt too many, right?
"Dis 'bout the dumbest All-skate I never did seen." Yes, he actually said THOSE words, tragic.
"That may explain your problem sir. This is Allstate insurance, not All-skate. I assume you may need the skate park down the road?" the only thing running through my head is the Wolf Pen Ice skating rink, but who really knows at this point?
"A'ight, I gotchou, I be back if I can't seen it." he replies as he (FINALLY) walks out the door.
Um, no, I am NOT waiting around. I am gettin' the heck outta her'. Dis her' office, dat is.
Greasy haired man looks up, "Well I wasn't der talkin' to yous ack-shullee"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Have a nice day.", patiently she waits for him to leave her office with a rather forced and genuinely fake smile.
"So when's yous bringin' my uh chickin wings to me?" he grunts.
"Sir, this is an insurance agency, we don't serve chicken or any other type of food. If you'd like an insurance policy, we can help you." as she thinks this is what I get for staying late to finish up a few things after working hours.
"Nah, that der lady I spokt to telled me I be gittin' my chickin wings her'(yes, that's her', as in here)." comes the rather sassy, unclassy reply.
"No sir, not HERE (just in case he may be taking notes on pronunciation), we don't have chicken wings." after a moment of sighing inwardly.
He tips his head back in a roar, "When you be gettin' chickin wings?"
"Never, we have a worker who is allergic to chicken." A little white lie never hurt too many, right?
"Dis 'bout the dumbest All-skate I never did seen." Yes, he actually said THOSE words, tragic.
"That may explain your problem sir. This is Allstate insurance, not All-skate. I assume you may need the skate park down the road?" the only thing running through my head is the Wolf Pen Ice skating rink, but who really knows at this point?
"A'ight, I gotchou, I be back if I can't seen it." he replies as he (FINALLY) walks out the door.
Um, no, I am NOT waiting around. I am gettin' the heck outta her'. Dis her' office, dat is.
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