Graham Cracker Cookies

I am participating in a virtual cookie swap with Fushia. (Click on the title above).

I usually make these cookies quite a few times a month for my kids because they are so easy to make and quick. My children are not picky eaters and adore any concoction that I can come up with.

You’ll need:

1 box graham crackers

1 stick of unsalted butter

1 stick margarine

½ cup sugar

Pecans (as many as desired)

To Do:

Spread aluminum foil in a 13x19 pan, or use a non-stick cookie sheet. Place a single layer of crackers on the foil or on the cookie sheet. In a pan melt butter and margarine; add sugar and bring to a boil. Boil 3-4 minutes; pour over graham crackers. Sprinkle pecans on top, bake at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. Remove from the oven and let it cool. Break into pieces and place in container with a tight fitting lid or serve immediately.

To whom this may concern.

Everyone should check out Tias' latest letters to those honorable mentioned. She is an absolute hoot! Enjoy!

Clever Girl Goes Blog: Christmas cards.

Knocking at Heaven's Gate.

Not much in the talking mood today, but I did happen to find a joke that you all might enjoy. I hope it brings a smile to your face.

A Preacher died and was waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him was a guy in blue jeans, a leather jacket and a tattoo on his arm. Saint Peter asked the fellow with the tattoo "Who are you, so I'll know whether to let you in the Kingdom of Heaven"?

The guy replies "I'm Tom and I drove a taxicab in New York City".

Saint Peter than looks at his list and says to Tom "Take this silk robe and gold staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven"! Dismissing Tom, the saint shouts "Next"!

The Preacher steps up and sticking out his chest, says "I'm the Reverend Jimmy Lee Tapscott, pastor of First-Baptist Church for forty-three years".

Saint Peter looks at his list and says to the Reverend "Take this flour sack robe and hickory stick and enter the Kingdom of Heaven".

Surprised, the Preacher shouts:
"Now wait a minute! That man was a taxicab driver and he gets a silk robe and a gold staff"?

Saint Peter looking solemnly at the Preacher replies "When you preached, people slept. When he drove, people prayed".

Her biological clock just kept going, and going, and going...

Okay, I am real bad with pasting and copying and linking and all that so I am going to relate the story as the best way that I can.

Sunday in yahoo news there was a report that a 70 year woman in New Delhi, India gave birth to her first child at 70. She and her husband have been married for over twenty years and never had any children in their earlier years, so they decided to do IVF. Years before this woman's husband married her sister in order to have children. That marriage produced no children as well.

The reporter is happy to report that mommy and baby are doing fine.

You gotta think, was it really the woman who had the problem? One may never know. I guess this will be their first and hopefully their last child.

This woman is the reportly the oldest woman to give birth. Another woman in Spain is the oldest woman to give birth to twins at the tender age of 66.

I wish them both the best of luck!

You are all invited!

Okay, I am not the most eloquent person on the net. I’m not even the smartest. But I do know when I’ve been duped.


Duped in the sense that I’ve been had, bamboozled, conned, hoodwinked, hornswoggle, swindled, or jerked around.


In a word: I’VE BEEN FOOLED!


(Okay, that's three words but who’s counting?)


As some of you may know already I have children. (Critters if I’m feeling my southern roots). They are my life, my world, salvation, and virtually the sneakiest people on the face of the earth.


(Okay, the last statement was overkill, but so true).


Well, I’ve been toilet training my 2 year old for the last few weeks and was sitting at the computer to compose a fairly lengthy post to you all about the injustices of the world, the economy, a 70 year old pregnant women, the latest scams and so forth when I heard something.


(HA! Who am I kidding? I hate the news. Unless it’s entertainment tonight. Now that’s REAL news).


This sounded like someone was in my lovely, need to get away from the world bathroom. I then heard what sounded like water running so I shrugged my shoulders, chalked it up to the hubby fooling around in the bathroom, and kept on typing.


Two minutes later hubby taps me on the shoulder as I am one paragraph away from hitting ‘send’ and says:


“Do you smell that”?


I sniff and proceed with my typing. Stop! I turn to look at him with eyes wide as saucers (whatever the hell that means. I never looked in the mirror to see if I could make my eyes wide as saucers). And ask him:


“Why aren’t YOU in the bathroom”?


He looks at me as if I’m taking this blogging thing WAY to seriously as it has corrupted my brain circuitry ‘cause now I can’t even tell if it’s him or a small child that is moving around in the bathroom. And he’s standing right there in front of me!


(Which of course I am taking it seriously. But I’ll never tell him that).


We both approach the bathroom with caution. Him behind me because the man is so scared of his children. And mice. And bogeymen. And UFOs.


I’m sweating ‘cause I don’t know if it’ll be another 2 foot kid we didn’t know we had, opossum, or a ninja dressed in black trying to have his revenge on us ‘cause that’s what ninja’s do. I think. Or maybe I just made the last point up because I have a vivid imagination.


(Okay I do, but that’s beside the point).


I open the door slooowly and see what I’ve been praying for to happen for the last three months.


Trinity has begun to use the potty!!! YEEEHAAAAAA!


“Gosh, she stinks”.


“But its wonderful hon. No more pampers YAHH! Now, I can finally get those sneakers that I’ve always wanted at Wally World”.


“No, she really stinks. Can’t you do something about it”?


“You know we should have a party. A potty party! We should invite all the two year olds within a three mile radius and ask them to bring their potty chairs”.


“You’re weird. Please clean that up. She stinks”.


“Oh honestly, it’s so adorable. Don’t you see; all of that screaming and yelling and threatening a visit from Jack Frost paid off. It’s a time to celebrate. Come on, help me clean her up”.


“NOT part of my job description”. Hubby is obviously not in a celebratory state of mind and walks off.


Me mumbling under my breath: “Killjoy”.


I then start giving Trinity smiles and hugs and kisses, and telling her that momma loves her soooo much. 36 seconds later I hear the ‘PHHHHH’ sound of an air freshener being sprayed behind me. (I so suck at sound effects).


Shouting to cover the noise of the spray as it stings my nose and throat: “Thank you captain obvious”!


“Well, you asked for my help”.


Point taken.


So filled with pride, I failed to notice that quite a few times the potty chair has left me some ‘surprises’, and I never really paid it any attention. I just went into ‘maid mode’ and cleaned up what needed to be cleaned up.


Anywho, Trinity is now officially a big girl. I’ll send out invites with little potty chairs on the front to all of my neighbors with two year olds who are still potty training.


They will be soooo jealous.


NOTE: The pic above is of my lovely baby at eight months. She loved that swing!