What was she thinking when she wasn’t thinking?

I have no clue. The “she” in question could be my friend Bonnie — or me. Why? Because I agreed with her. Bonnie was spewing one word right after another while I was nodding a definitive “yupp” with each and every one of them… Boy oh boy was Bonnie onto something — just listen:

“You know Debbie, it’s like we know what we’re trying to say, but they don’t know what we’re trying to say. And then it’s like not only do they not know what we’re trying to say, they can’t see what we see either! Do you know what I’m trying to say???”

Yupp, Bonnie. (Nod. Nod.) I absolutely totally do.

Today’s Life Recipe: Life is more fun when it’s a mystery.

And this week’s Golden Apple Award goes to Bad Momma. She did something very thoughtful. She included me in her “Count Your Blessings” post.  Thank you for being a super blogging buddy. enJOY your apple!

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Once upon a time, there was a drawer handle…

During Kyle’s toddler years, he climbed everything. Got stuck in most of it. One night it was the kitchen cabinets for his Superman bowl. A definite no-no. Ken and I heard a faint peep. “Hep! Hep!”

We dashed to the kitchen. The next thing you know, we are on the floor, laughing too hard to move. Kyle had slid down the cabinets butt first getting his belt loop hung on a drawer handle. He was suspended with his bare toes wiggling a few inches off the linoleum. We knew he was safe, which doesn’t justify our slapping the tile rather than rescuing him immediately off the handle. His 12 year old sister quickly pointed this out.

“Your son is stuck in a major wedgie and the two of you are just laughing.”

In that instant — with me and Ken on our belly’s, Marissa creasing her forehead pointing at us, and Kyle dangling by a drawer handle, it truly was difficult to see which of the four of us was the most hung up. Then again, maybe the answer was all of us.

Today’s Life Recipe: Laughing can be prepared ahead of time and served later, however, it should never grow scrunchy eyebrows.

If you’re feeling stuck by the cabinets, not knowing what to cook for dinner tonight, here’s a great recipe called Mini Dribbler Burgers that you might enjoy! They’re stuffed with your favorite ingredients!

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What were they thinking when they weren’t thinking? Or, was I the one not thinking?

Today my youngest one begins high school. Seems like only yesterday he was yelping “Wait for me!” He wanted so badly to go to 6th grade with his big sister. So he threw his important stuff into his old diaper bag — his “ca-ca-coon” hat, and Barney slippers… He even took off his “Pippy Scottin’” Bulls jersey and slipped into a long sleever.

“Wait sissy, wait!”

Big sister turned around. Threw her arms in the air. “Mommm! Do I have  to?”

Sometimes I wish my children were still young enough to believe that all you needed was a pair of magic slippers to start your day with. Hmmmm…. Warm java between my hands… Quiet echoey living room… Yes, scent of cinnamon whaffing up my nose… Reminiscent thoughts of “what were they thinking when they weren’t thinking back then?”  Hmmmm… Wait a second… Was it them or me who wasn’t thinking the day I snapped that butt cheek photo? All I saw was missing pants. How did I not see what it now looks like they saw? Hope bubbling over.

Talk about an epiphany worth celebrating over french toast. If you are into the magic of mornings, here is a quick and easy delight I think you will love.

Today’s Life Recipe: Pictures are worth a thousand words. Looking at them with magic slippers on, often reveals something you didn’t notice before.

 Click here for my Fave French Toast Recipe!

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I think we should settle this right here — and right now.
The issue of towels. And how to fold them.

A stack of towels sets beneath the dining room lamp. Glowing in all of its new folded glory. This task has been performed by a male species because they do not honor the band on the edge of the towel. You know which band I am talking about, the 2 inch horizontal strip that doesn’t have any fuzzy stuffies coming from it.

I believe this flat band was put there for mothers like me, who like to watch Oprah while creating that perfect crease without having to look away from the TV. Yes, that band is my hero. I can mindlessly fold my towel in half then tri-fold it over so that when it is placed onto a shelf, (and not left to bask beneath the dining room lamp), it is the just right size for making two rows which not only feature the pretty band facing up, but allow for extra blankets and pillows to have a home, too.

The men in my house have a different technique. It’s the one with choirs singing above it called “ignore the band all together” — just get the towel bunched into a square and shove it onto the shelf while hoping the door closes.

I dunno — maybe I am having one of those Calgon moments where you bathe in wildflowers. I should be grateful the guys actually washed them. The last time Kyle went near the towels, he informed he took a short-cut. “They were dirty so I just threw them in the dryer with one of those scented thingys”.

Today’s Life Recipe: Appreciate thy band and the terri-cloth shall hum.

Painting, Blue Bonnet Rain, used in this blog is by Artist Michael Warren.

Saturday, August 3oth is Debbie’s first Flip Your Dish event, benefiting the Children’s Miracle Network. There will be art by Michael Warren, live music and a raffle valued at over $600.  Click here for details!

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What was she thinking when she wasn’t thinking?

My friend Bonnie. Sweet, calm spirit. Dark brown hair. Bursting with freckles, never wears make-up, doesn’t have to. She is the organized one of the two of us. But Bonnie is having one of those days… Her computer died. She left her cell phone charger at the house. Her kid’s are fighting in the back seat. And if couldn’t get more glam than that, she has a gyne appointment in two hours. So I called to check on her. “Are you back at the house?”

 ”No, I’m at the gas station. Hold on a second…… I’m on pump number six. I need to pay for gas on pump number six.”

 ”Is that your car over there?”

 ”Yes, by pump number six. The pump’s not going on. I need to pay you so I can get gas and leave.”

 ”Well, I can’t do that right now.”

 ”I can’t pay you right now? Why?”

 ”Because someone else is getting gas on pump number six.”

 ”Are you serious? Someone took my turn?”

 ”Ma’am, I don’t know. I’m just telling you that I can’t do that right now. You need to step over there so I can help the next person in line.”

 ”Oh my gosh! Debbie! Did you just hear that? The gas station lady is chewing me out!”

Poor Bonnie. I can’t even respond. I am laughing too hard. That’s okay though… Bonnie hasn’t stopped spewing….. “and now Debbie you are not going to believe this one! Michael just got out of the car and he is waving his arms, Mom! Nestle tea! Nestle tea! I’m like I heard you five times! Hello??? Debbie??? Are you still there???”

 ”Yeah, Bonnie– I’m just wondering if you are!”

 TODAY’S LIFE RECIPE: If the pump won’t pump and the phone won’t phone, then ET go home. Bake brownies and laugh.

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 (Yes. The Answer is Yes.)

My name is Debbie. (Hello Debbie.)I overcooked my family. (Welcome to overcooked anonymous, Debbie.)

The nice thing about being here, with other parents at OA, is that I learn how to take the 5th again. (We’re glad you’re here, Debbie.)My two kids were in the kitchen yesterday, rolling like chicken wings in flour. Practically laughing too hard to ask me, “You don’t remember?”

“Mommmm! I am sooooo glad that I learned how to lie to you or I would have been the nerdiest kid in high school!!” Marissa continued chuckling while I scraped myself off the ceiling. “Don’t…..” bwah-hah… “let mom…..” bwah-hah… “do this to you Kyle.”

Kyle who begins his freshmen year in three weeks, stopped rolling. “Whhhat? You made Marissa take that great big white huge clunky air purifier to a party when she was in high school? Whhhy?”

“Because I’m allergic to cats and the person who was throwing the party had cats. I told mom that I’d be fine. But noooo. When my date pulled up, she stuck that old round thing in his arms. The dumb thing was so ginormous it didn’t even fit inside his pick-up truck. So he laid it in the back. When he turned the corner we heard a clunk-clunk-clunk. The thing had flown out of his truck and rolled into a field! The whole time we looked for it, I kept thinking to myself - ‘thanks mom… you’re sort of ruining my cool image here’!”

Today’s Life Recipe: There are several ways to clear the air —– trusting is one of those.

WATCH THE 2 MINUTE VIDEO of this funny, air purifier story ala Sonoma Chicken Salad.

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What was he thinking when he wasn’t thinking!

Is it just me — or, was this my husband’s way of saying he wanted to become a Thursday Thoughtable?

You may recall in my previous post that our family recently sustained a few break throughs… While pacing in his attic, my brother in law’s foot went through their ceiling, then my car door fell off while ordering ice-cream cones. Chocolate dipped. That is why my driver’s window needed to stay rolled down. It was the only way to get in and out of the car.  (Which, by the way it was —– down, completely in the above gushing water sprinkler photo.)

Lucky for my front seat, it had been a very long, hot day. So it was thirsty. Fortunately for me, I was driving Ken’s truck tomorrow. He wanted to take mine “in” (thought maybe the dealership could fix the dangling door better than he had. Hmmm…) So, I was wondering — do you think I should remind my husband that he is the one who told me to leave the window rolled down? That we were switching cars tomorrow?

Raindrops keep falling on my car…..

Today’s Life Recipe: Let the sun shine in. Especially if dad is watering the grass!

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Okay, I don’t normally text and tell, but then again I’m rolling so I have to.

My sister text messaged me. Asked if I heard about her husband’s leg going through their ceiling. Since the headline hadn’t made it to my small east Texas town, I quickly wrote her back. Asked if he was okay, which part of the ceiling took his big foot — that sort of thing.

She answered their den. His right leg. It’s all scratched up.

Visualizing my sister’s husband — a computer whiz with similar gifts for carpentry as my hubby– (Sorry Ken but remember when you “fixed my car door?” Well,,,,, it fell off at Dairy Queen last night. It’s hanging by a black wire in our driveway), I quickly texted her a LOL !!! Take a picture! I’ll turn it into a blog post.

She wrote back quickly. Okay. I’ll take a picture. He’s sleeping.

I am sure my head did the puppy dog tilt as I read and re-read her text for a third time. Did my sister think I meant her husband’s leg? Take a picture of his scrapes?

Oh! LOL! hahahahahahaha! Yes, I thought you meant his leg! Okay — I’ll go take a picture of the ceiling, now.

(Do you see why I had to text and tell? Apples don’t fall far from the tree… or car doors… or ceilings…)

Today’s Life Recipe: Not everyone can be fixers. That’s why God made pixers! LOL !! I couldn’t help it !!

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