Cream puffs.
They.
Are.
Everywhere.
There is nothing more to say.
If you need me…I’ll be the one asleep…
…for a week.
(Belated) Giveaway–
Congratulations to
Marilyn!
She’s the winner of the Personal History Prompt Jar!
(Sorry So Late, we’ve been taken over by the puffness…)
Marilyn baby–email me at launi@graciousrain.com with your address and I’ll get this shipped out asap!!
Cream Puffs
Those of you who know me may remember that many moons ago, I used to have a Cream Puff business…yes I did. It was a lovely business, with the amazing recipe all locked away in a top secret vault…so to speak. Well there are still remnants of a few souls who remember that even though I don’t actually have a cream puff business any more–I do still know how and the Top Secret recipe is still tucked away in the same steel trap as always.
So really, there’s just one problem with making cream puffs for my most beloved brother’s youngest son’s wedding…
I’m not a strapping 28 year old any more. Not even close, actually. But I must have forgotten that somehow. So when someone says, “Hey. Can you make cream puffs for the wedding?” and I say, “Of course,” somebody should have popped out from behind a tree to remind me of just how many sunsets this old body has seen–and then poked me hard.
Can anyone say—six hundred cream puffs?Yeeeah.
This very minute I am grateful for:
—a sweet daughter who worked even when I rested and reminded me of how much more fun work can be if you stop whining about it.
—friends who kindly fed us pizza and Chinese while we “puffed.”
—a wedding to go to…to deliver the aforementioned cream puffs.
—ice packs for swollen ankles.
Pictures to come–I swear. But they are all on Jillian’s camera and she’s asleep. So be brave and check back because…
—unless you’ve actually seen 600 cream puffs…well, you haven’t truly lived.
Food Storage Prompt for week 13:
1 bottle 100 count multiple vitamins
The Sailor and the Flapper…
For the past few days–it’s been a bit rainy out. Which means that I have no earthly choice…
I have to play with cotton and yarn and crochet hooks.
Cardinal Red Flapper
Feels so perfect to sit somewhere soft and warm…or cool…and let the yarn and hook just go where they want to go.
White Brimmed Sailor
Here’s where we ended up. Tell me what you think…
because it’s still raining.
Magic Man…
Grampa, Laurie, Launi and Andy–1959
The other day–my dear, life long friend Kim over at Manning Family Tree—–tagged me in a photo file game. I’ve never done this sort of thing before so I was intrigued.
These were my instructions:
“Go to your photo files…Select the 6th photo folder…
Select the 6th photo in that folder…
Post that photo along with the story behind it.
Then challenge 6 blog friends to do the same!”
The 6th file was a folder filled with scanned pictures from my long ago and far away past. The 6th photo in the file is of my Momma’s daddy–my sweet little old grampa–Clyde Mitchell, snuggling us kids in front of the Christmas tree. He was a good, solid, quiet fellow–very nature-y. Loved camping and fishing and….hunting. Ok, well that isn’t so nature-y but it was back in the day when they actually ate what they bagged–so I don’t feel so bad about it.
I need to show you this other picture though. When my grampa was a young man he worked for a magician and escaped from handcuffs and chains and stuff. That’s my grampa with shackles around his wrists and ankles. Up at the top of the picture it says “Escaped in 3 minutes.” He was even hypnotized and stuck in a store window, on a mattress for a few days. Apparently people came from far and wide, at all hours of the day and night to see when he would finally get up. I bet that sold a ton of mattresses!
I remember a few things about him. One is that he used to sit out in the yard and let squirrels take sunflower seeds from his bare hands. He like to tease my grama by trying to trip her with his cane. He loved to eat nasty looking half cooked eggs and toast for breakfast. It was hard to watch. He gave us kids fifty cent pieces whenever we would come to visit to spend at the dime store–but we never did. I still have one of them. He passed away when I was 11- so that was about 200 years ago…or close.
He was very strong and gentle and I remember that we loved him very much. Still do.
The End
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PS– I’m tagging:
Susette at–All Good Things Come
April at— (Un)controlled Chaos
Kathy at—Rantings
Lyndi at—The Clan Lou
Jillian at—Finding Forget Me Nots
Jodi at—Johnsons
Thanks Kim–that was fun!