Monday, December 22, 2008

More candy...

It's the second day of candy making for future chef Fi. Today we mixed up peppermint bits, which we will dip in dark chocolate after they have air dried for a day. Fi also made gummies. There is more to come, so stay tuned. I would not be surprised if Fi gets her own show on the Food Network one day.








Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I give up!



We went to see the Georgia Ballet's performance of the Nutcracker today. All I can say is... at least none of the dancers fell. Yes, it was that bad. I'm over it. I give up. I might as well stay home and watch reruns of that vapid show American Idol.

Monday, December 8, 2008

I've been tagged!

Audrey sent me a butterfly, much needed in this cold wet winter we are having down south.



So now it's my turn to pass it on to others I love to drop in on (some will not be listed as they have already won the butterfly). These new winners can in turn can pass this award on to 10 others as long as they post a to link to the person they received it from (me) and post the (updated) graphic.

So here are just a few of my butterfly ladies...
Lorna at Socks and Books
JNJ at Junking in Georgia
Kat at Sunshine and Lemonade
Heather at The Other White House
Paula at Wakefield Academy
Angie at Cuppa Dangie
Patricia at Classical Education Our Way
Carol at Your Not Lost, Your Here
Ruth at Traveling Jews
Toni at Electric Barbarella

OK, I can't stop at 10...
SG at Southern Girl, Southern World
Nora at In the Garden
Laurie at Gemini Skies
Kathy at Hell's Half Acre

I guess I have to stop there... ba humbug!

A Monday Morning Funny

Kat had this posted over on her wonderful blog
I felt like sharing and passing on a little humor.

Friday, December 5, 2008

An artist in her studio

A CW Twist on Pooh by Mac


Paula's Adventures at Tea Time





As Paula Sanders walked down the busy New York streets, she hummed to herself softly. She was currently on her way down to her friend Ray's house, where they would enjoy a Japanese inspired teatime, which Ray had gushed over saying, and I quote,
“Its just so fetch! All the biggest movie stars, Broadway directors, and producers are doing it!”
Paula giggled as she remembered this, and found herself at Ray's futuristically inspired condo. She pressed the doorbell which resided on the door itself, flashing different colors on its blob-like shaped exterior. Ray came to the door, throwing over-enthusiastic words of greeting at Paula like snowballs, and beckoning her into the bizarre condo. Paula had to turn sideways and suck in her stomach to get in, because the door was actually shaped like a shriveled banana. As she walked around the condo, Paula had to turn and jump over bizarre ledges and alcoves, just to get a viewing of the condo. Finally, when Ray and Paula made it to the Kitchen, they sat down on round curvy lounge chairs, that sank down quite a bit when they sat. Paula stifled a giggle when she saw the ridiculous back on Ray's chair, a mosaic of outrageous colors and smiley faces, as he knelt to retrieve the Tea and Rice cakes.

They soon began to chit-chat about the weather and daily life in New York. Paula found herself eating delicious Rice cake after delicious Rice cake, only stopping when she felt her stomach scream in disgusted protest. “Well, I must be going. I'm having dinner with my parents tonight and I fear I'll spoil my dinner.” Paula said this rather uncomfortably, knowing full well she probably wasn't going to eat anything for the next two weeks.
“You're sure you can't stay a bit longer? Ray smiled hopefully, but Paula said,
“No, I really must be going...” Insisted Paula. Ray nodded in agreement, and led her back out of the ridiculous condo. But as Paula tried to squeeze herself out of the shriveled-banana-shaped doorway, she found herself hopelessly stuck.
“Oh, fudge!” She thought to herself, obviously she had eaten way too many Rice cakes, causing her stomach to expand in discomfort. Paula then tried to go back inside, and wait until she digested. Only to found she couldn't go back inside either! She hopelessly tried to push herself out, then in, then out again, but nothing happened. She wailed for Ray to come back to the door and help her. He tried pushing Paula first through the door, then grabbing her arm and pulling her back inside, but it was no use. Sighing Ray said, “Paula, I think your going to have to stay there until you can squeeze through.”
“What about calling some help?!” Yelped Paula, as the sides of the door bit into her stomach menacingly.
“Haven't gotten a land line installed yet, and my cell phone fell into the bathtub this morning.” Ray mumbled sheepishly.
“OK, how about going out the back door for some help on foot?” Ray shook her head and said,
“I don't have back door either, I wanted there to be a...”
“Ray!” Screamed Paula, rudely cutting him off before he finished.
“OK, OK, just relax! All we need to do is wait until you stomach shrinks back to its normal size, and you'll be able to fit through the door!”
So, for the next three hours Ray read to Paula all the latest fashion trends from Vogue, took five different style quizzes, and watched a movie on Ray's portable DVD player.
“OK, lets try again,” Panted Paula, readying herself for the twenty-ninth attempt at getting out.
“Push!” Screamed Ray, and out popped a sore, bruised and hungry Paula onto the street. She pushed herself up, moaning and grimacing as her muscles yelled at her for being so very rude and impolite to them, and turned to wave a pathetic goodbye to Ray,
“I promise to get a new door for tomorrow's luncheon!” Ray yelled out at her.
Paula grimaced, not looking forward to tomorrow at all, but to make Ray happy, she nodded, and went limping down the street.

Morphing Metal & Stone


Saturday, November 29, 2008

Picking up the pieces...




Is there anyone who
Ever remembers changing there mind from
The paint on a sign?
Is there anyone who really recalls
Ever breaking rank at all
For something someone yelled real loud one time

Everyone believes
In how they think it ought to be
Everyone believes
And they're not going easily

Belief is a beautiful armor
But makes for the heaviest sword
Like punching under water
You never can hit who you're trying for

Some need the exhibition
And some have to know they tried
It's the chemical weapon
For the war that's raging on inside

Everyone believes
From emptiness to everything
Everyone believes
And no ones going quietly

We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna stop the war
We're never gonna beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for

What puts a hundred thousand children in the sand
Belief can
Belief can
What puts the folded flag inside his mother's hand
Belief can
Belief can

Lyrics by John Mayer

Thursday, November 20, 2008

A day at the opera...



We saw Rossini's Cinderella today (an abbreviated version). It was OK. Like many things in Atlanta, it was pretty but missing something, depth/meat. The Cobb Energy Center has been the Opera's home for two years now. You would think in this time they would have figured out how to seat ~ 1,000 kids (most likely half that today) in a orderly and timely manner; nope, not yet. Anyway, Rossini has never been one of my favs, but for $6 a head, it was a nice field trip on a crisp autumn day. I know, I'm a snob.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Tullie Smith Farm

Who would think one could step back in time in the middle of a busy city. Ah, but you can in Atlanta.