I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with Horatio Caine…from CSI Miami. Now I know that I am pretty much alone in my wild devotion, but it can’t be helped. I’m a sucker for a guy that is always saving people and kindly calls a lady “sweetheart.” Hmmmm…
When I went to Florida, I had a wonderful time, but I kept my eyes open everywhere we went…you know…just in case he popped up somewhere and asked me to marry him…you know…randomly. A girl needs to be prepared at all times.
Sadly, it didn’t happen. Maybe next time.
Or, I could just to go back to my Scotish Farmer fantasy.
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“The superior man is spiritual. He exemplifies simplicity. He abhors being conspicuous. He is dedicated to service. Superior people are never bitter. Pessimism is the philosophy of vulgarity. The superior person is clean. His fellowship is refreshing. He is above his pleasures. A superior man is gentle. Superior men are humble-minded and teachable and they learn from passersby. The superior man is one with whom familiarity does not breed contempt. The superior man lasts. He wears well.”
Nothing makes you hungrier than screaming your liver out for your favorite team at the Superbowl.
If you do the football thing like we do at this house–“kick off” the perfect game and totally “score” with these “goal” winning snacks–sure to “tackle” your “team’s” hunger.
Directions
1. In small bowl, mix sugar and cinnamon; set aside. In large bowl, mix cereals and popcorn.
2. In a small saucepan, cook butter over medium heat until melted. Pour over cereal mixture, stirring until evenly coated.
3. Sprinkle half of the sugar mixture evenly over cereal mixture; stir. Sprinkle with remaining sugar mixture; stir. Cook at 350 degrees for 7 minutes. Stir. Cook for 7 minutes more. Store in air tight container.
When I was in first grade–a million years ago–they sat a new girl next to me who only spoke Spanish. She chatted away as if I completely understood every word she said. At last, when there was a break in the jabber, for some odd reason I rattled off a page and a half of gibberish. No, no…I mean, “Blucky bluck nanner neener geber, doody snoo.”
I have no idea why I did it, but she smiled and nodded her head like she’d understood every word and then “answered” me back in another barrage of Spanish. Not knowing what to do, and being only 6-1/2 years old–I tried my linguistic skills again.
“Toader moder linny googer waggle haggle doop.”
Again she smiled and nodded and spoke back in Spanish.
This went on for about 10 minutes–the foreigner and the fraud. Actually, I think I came to believe that somehow, I must in reality, be speaking Spanish. No idea what I was saying, but what did it matter? She understood me!
Maybe I was MAGIC. Coooool!
Then, from across the room, the teacher who was watching us having an obviously delightful conversation together came over and said, “Oh, Launi– I’m so glad you speak Spanish. Please tell Rosa to go hang up her coat.”
But wait…
ahhhhhh….
uh-oh.
Busted.
I saw no open window that I could rationally jump through and plunge to my death. So with no other choice available to me, I dove under the desk and proceeded to bawl my head off.
Alas, my magic gift of tongues never came back.
pooder pokey doo.
The End
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Before we get into the Valentine ideas, crafts and recipes–I wanted to be sure to remind you of all the great stuff that is already here in the Recipe tab. We’ll have tons more good stuff coming up-so stay tuned. In the meantime–check out where we’ve been.