Homemade Chocolate Chips Cookies?

Today’s picture is of my friend Jil.  She works in the same office as I do.   She is the one I bought my first “real” camera from, and who inspired me to start scrapbooking, and quilt making, and card making and ……the list goes on as life does.  Our one constant thread that connects us has been cross stitch.  We always have to show each other our latest investment to our stash.  And often, because Jil is a starter and seldom a finisher when it comes to cross stitch, I get her rejects!  I tease her that she needs my approval before making any cross stitch purchases because it may end up being mine in the near future. 

Jil loves to quilt.  I tried.  I really did.  I started with a quilt of the month.  I worked on January’s block using my sewing machine.  I ripped out all the stitching on January’s block and tried again doing it by hand.  I ripped it out again.   I went back to the store and got more materials for January’s block and tried a third time.  That’s as far as I got on the quilt.  Donna, a mutual friend of ours, took pity and offered to put it together for me.  I couldn’t believe she would want to do that – but our friend Donna also loves quilting, has a passion for it.  I think she was more appalled that I would quit without even finishing the first month, but my motto is “If at first you don’t succeed, don’t take up bungee jumping.”  And I’m adding quilting to that statement!  Because the third time is not a charm, it’s just pure frustration.

Jil and I have known each other many years.  I remember her sons when they were in grade school/middle school.  I stayed with the boys when Jil and her husband were out of town for the weekend.  My fondest memory (and SO Jil) is when her youngest asked if I would make them homemade chocolate chips cookies.  I said, “Well sure!  Where is the flour, chips and Crisco?”  He looked at me strangely and informed me homemade chocolate chip cookies came in a tube from the refrigerated case at the store.  Not to disappoint him, we went to the grocery store and got the cookies in a tube, went home and made them.  They probably turned out much better than if I had attempted making them from scratch!   Jil has something there…..

As with long-time friends, we have seen each other through many good times and many bad times.  She can make me laugh (and isn’t that what friends are for?), and I have cried for her when her heart was broken.   She has seen her family through sicknesses and accidents, weddings, births and hauling her deceased grandmother in the back of a station wagon (that’s another story all its own).  She’s a storyteller, and she doesn’t even have to make up anything!!!  She is one friend I know I can talk to that will give a listening ear.  Our solution to most of life’s problems end with chocolate, another love we share.  And I can always, ALWAYS, depend on Jil to have tasted all the desserts at any restaurant within a 60 mile radius, tried out the latest Quick Trip or new grocery store that opened in town, and will know what flavor Sheridan’s Custard is promoting this month.  If you talk football, it had better be the Arkansas Razorbacks or Kansas City Chiefs, and her grandchildren are the loves of her life.  She thinks her husband is pretty special, too.  And her kids…..well, she just loves her whole family!!  She is one friend I have that God has blessed me with, over and over again. 

My Picture of the Day - It's a Keeper!

This is a picture of a long-time friend who is more like the sister I never had with her dad, who I call my adopted father.  Kandy and I have known each other since college.  When she decided to buy a little two-bedroom house with a HUGE yard, I moved in with her.  We have traveled to Europe, Williamsburg, Hawaii and all over Iowa with her parents.  On extended vacations like that, you get to know each other pretty well and are either the best of friends at the end of the trip, or want to strangle each other!  Fortunately for us, we found we were more like family!  Kandy and I have shared more than just trips, we have been there for each other in all of life's ups and downs.  When her parents decided to sell their home and move in with Kandy (in a bigger house!), I came along, too!  It's nice to feel like a part of a family.

You can tell from the picture, Leland loves his #1 daughter very much, as Kandy loves him very much! Is love always easy?  No, as you can see, Leland is in the hospital.  He has numerous health issues.  It's so hard to see your parents age.  I went through some of the same things with my parents.  There are things you just can't change, can't make better, but you can be there.  And at this point in life, being there is what counts.  I think this photo is a keeper.  It tells of a father and daughter's love that started long before the day Kandy was born and he got to hold her in his arms; to today, as Kandy now holds him, and will forever in her heart.

The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

I love Monet.  He is my favorite artist.  I had seen on the news a while back that a French Impressionist Exhibition Tour was coming to Kansas City.  It was something I thought would be fun to see.

I had been going to a hair stylist for quite a while, and she recently moved to downtown Kansas City.  It's a bit of a drive with a lot of traffic during the week, so I decided to schedule an appointment with her at her new digs on a Saturday.  Looking at her new address, I realized it was located close to Nelson-Atkins, so I spent the morning at the exhibit before my appointment.  I wasn't able to take pictures in the exhibit, but took this one on my way there.  I ran out of time to see anything else in the museum, so now I'm thinking I may have to become a member to get free parking and free entrance to the exhibits and make all my hair appointments my Nelson-Atkins days!  Isn't it wonderful how life brings new things out of the mundane?  And the exhibit - it was wonderful!!!!  

50 Years Ago Today

I don't remember what I was doing fifty years ago today.  I was too young.  I don't remember my parents talking about JFK, but I'm sure they did.  As I thought of that horrific day for so many people, I compared it to my own emotions and thoughts on 9-11 not so long ago.  I remember watching the TV on that bright sunny September morning; I had on the Today Show with Matt Laur and Katie Couric.  They interrupted the program when the first Twin Tower was hit.  Surely it was a horrible accident.  As I watched, a second plane hit the second tower.  There was disbelief in the voice of the newscasters.  I called into work and told them to turn on the radio.  History was happening, history that was life ending and life changing.  I got in my car and drove to work, intently listening to the radio.  When the news came on that that a plane had flown into the Pentagon, I ran a red light.  My mind was racing... "What is going to happen next, was the world as I knew it ending?"  In many ways, it did; just as it did in 1963.  Whether it is just one life, or many lives lost in such a senseless manner, each has created a ripple effect from that point in time to eternity.  A father, mother, son, daughter, uncle, aunt, best friend, niece, nephew, neighborhood, a hero; gone from our lives too soon.  All those people had relationships, and held many different roles in their life.  They forever changed the course of those around them, for the good or for the bad.  And just as their lives created one path for those around them, their loss forced their family, friends and a nation to forge a new path, without them.  We remember them.  And in some ways, we have held on to the good and overlooked the bad in some; while for others we have held on to the bad and overlooked the good.  But life goes on, and we wonder, what if…..

What if's can drive you crazy.  The what if's will never be.  And that is part of the resilience of life.   We keep on going, life doesn't stop.  It may feel like it, but it doesn't.  The minutes still click away into days, weeks, months, years…...  Churchhill once said "When you're walking through Hell, keep going".  Every era has it's tragedy, a point in time when the world changes.  A point in time we remember like yesterday.  It's etched in our minds and we can conjure up our emotions by just remembering, or looking at pictures that takes us back in time or even hearing a song; things that make us remember things we'd rather forget, but are afraid we will.  …….And yet less than a generation away, there will be those that won't know the emotion and thoughts of that fateful day or time.  They will only be able to imagine it.  We walked through Hell and kept on going.  And there lies the hope.  Hope that we learned from the past.  Hope that the future will be better.  And for me, hope in Jesus Christ and an eternity that makes walking through the Hell worth the journey.

Mmm, Mmmm good!

It grew colder as the day wore on.  We're supposed to have freezing rain tonight, sleet in the morning.  Brrrr….time to get out the soup.

Raindrops

BJ Thomas's song came to mind this morning on my way to work.  I prefer sunny days, but  rainy ones are needed.  Cloudy, rainy days also help me appreciate the sunny ones!

Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

But there's one thing I know
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

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I was trying to get this without a glare from the glass, but I had to miss some of the frame.  Maybe it would work outside with natural light?

It's something I cross stitched that I thought would be perfect for my office since I'm an accountant, love cross stitching, and have a fetish for good quotes. Although, if I cross stitched all my favorite quotes, it would be a bit much, so it's probably a good think I don't like to cross stitch letters.