In The Bread Drawer

Location: Pottstown, Pennsylvania, United States

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Snip, Snip, Snip! RRRRRRRIiiiiiiiippppppp! Scissors and razors change the shape of haristyles, altering faces and even bodies. Six to eight inches of brown laced with auburn and blonde fell on her black robe, leaving strands in a trail as if they would make an attempt to return. A bird's nest of fluff covered the floor at the base of the hudraulic chair.

I found this as I turned the corner in Gwendolly's Beauty Salon, there to check on and pay for a hair cut for Abby, the 14 year old wondergirl. $27 later, a new child sat in the front seat of my car. Older looking, happy, smiling broadly, anxious for school the next day.

She looks different. More proportional? More like a teenager? More like my older sister (see Now I see my sister every time I turn around -- and I like it.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Hair Cuts

9th grade seems to be the time to cut your hair around here. At least, that's when I went from VERY long hair to relatively short hair.

And now, because of genetics, Abby has cut her hair. She's in 9th grade. It's short, very layered and "choppy," and very stylish. Everyone loves it!

But now she doesn't look like herself! She's older. More proportional (if that makes sense). Different looking. I almost didn't recognize her when I picked her up from school. Who is this child? She even seems to walk different.

I do love her new "do", but it really changes the way she looks. So goodbye to my very young teenage daughter, and hello to my new, stylish, teen.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Dental Bands

A2 now has rubber bands that hook onto her braces. The dentitst put them on last Thursday, and let us know that A2 has to wear them for a year, 24/7.

"My teeth hurt." "This Motrin stuff doesn't work." "I can't eat!" "Can I just not wear them and tell the dentist that I did?" "I look like a vampire!" "Why do I have to wear these things?" "Don't they come in colors?"

That's just a short list of comments. My response? It'll only hurt a couple of days; let's try Tylenol; put them back on! Yes, you HAVE to wear them. No, you can't "triple up" the night before the appointment and make the dentist believe that you've worn them regularly. I can't find them in colors - no one sees them anyway. You do NOT look like a vampire - and if you did, then you'd be a very pretty vampiress.

Just another day.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Homemade Pies

A friend of mine baked me 2 pies from her grandmother's recipes for Thanksgiving becasue I had very little time. She was so nice to do this for me! So we ate them, they were good, and I washed the pie plates to return them.

Both plates say "Mrs. Smith's Pies" on the bottom, and neither had any old knife marks in them. I think she bought them frozen, baked them, and passed them on as her own family recipe. I'm anxious to see her again and rag on her for it!

I'm really grateful she baked them for me, and they were good, so I really can't say TOO much to her!

Sunday, November 28, 2004

In the Bread Drawer

What's in the bread drawer?

Oreo Cookies. Put in the drawer 2 weeks ago in a zipper bag for freshness. I found them this morning. What a great surprise!


I cook. I bake. I enjoy dabbling in edible delights. But there is one thing I have no success with: fudge.

About once each year I attempt to make fudge. This year I found a recipe in the local paper. It’s a Blue Ribbon Winner! A sure fire, make every year, eat until you’re sick recipe! 5 gold stars from all the newspaper readers! So I cut it out, made sure I had all the ingredients, and prepared to cook fudge.

I followed the instructions EXACTLY, using a microwave, a microwave-safe bowl with straight sides, and fresh ingredients. But…the sugar crystallized. The butter burned. And this was only after 3 of the 6 minutes it was supposed to cook! The marshmallow and peanut butter wouldn’t mix with the other ingredients. And the plastic container melted into the "fudge". My 11 year old still tasted it and asked why I used crunchy peanut butter. I didn’t.

After it cooled (2 hours later) I threw the bowl and contents away.

Attempt number 2 consisted of a recipe from a children’s cookbook. “Easy Chocolate Fudge.” My fudge turned out grainy. And dry. In another attempt at support, my 11 year old tasted it and felt she could probably eat this batch.

Attempt number 3. Go to the local department store. Find the loose candy counter. Purchase 1 pound of chocolate/peanut butter fudge for $6.99. Go home. Take it out of the box, cut it into squares, and display on my own pretty glass plate. Accept compliments from guests. Promise myself to NEVER attempt to make fudge again – at least for another year.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

The Incredibles

While hubby played poker last Sunday evening, and daughter 1 was at a friend's house, daughter 2 and I went to see The Incredibles. A long but cute long movie!

I like the idea that a small black mask can hide your identity, and that there is a clothing designer that will create a perfect outfit that works with your best attributes. I need to find that designer and hire her!

I also liked the transformation of the daughter, from a teenager who feels invisible to one that really can be. She develops her powers and becomes more assured and confident. A message?

And now I'm trying to convince A2 to see The Polar Express with me tonight. Can you believe she only wants to go if she can bring a friend? So I'll fork over an extra $6 for her friend, just so I can see another kid's movie. Tom Hanks here I come!

Green Thumbs

Those who know me best know I have a black thumb. Any plant that enters my house in a pot will leave in a black trash back. It's been that way for the last 15 years. I've been known to kill even the strongest cactus known East of the Mississippi!

I recentle plant-sat, admitted my short-comings, and amazingly enough all plants survived. One leafy flowery thing even survived SO well that it actually grew fuller and started flowering! Unheard of in my care.

Bolstered by success, I am now shopping to replace the plants that I had to give back. Can I really take care of them now? Maybe my luck has turned! I purchased 1 leafy green thing (the name wasn't on the pot) that's about 2 feet high. I like it, tranplanted it into a decorative container, and watched 5 leaves drop within 24 hours.

My husband tells me that as I was looking through the plants at the nursery, they (the plants) were playing dead so I wouldn't choose them! They were wilting as I walked down each aisle, then springing back to life as I passed. Apparently my reputation preceded me! The one I chose was actually in the rear of a pile, sticking up above the rest. Idiot plant. Maybe it has a death wish?

Maybe I shouldn't have repotted it, but the plastic pot was so ugly. I'm sure I've done a terrible thing and it's going to die.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Falling Apart

My house fell apart last week. Not physically, thank goodness, but emotionally. I left home for 24 hours. 24 hours. And most of those 24 hours were away from an empty house.

The morning I was to leave, both daughters were in VERY bad moods. I have NEVER heard so many cabinet doors slam shut because the hair clips could not be found, the brushes were missing, the hot chocolate was ALMOST gone, and the favorite shirt was not where it should have been. One sister was certain the other had taken a sock (no proof was shown). The school bus was going to be crowded. It was too dark outside (they catch the bus at 7 am). And on, and on, and on.

One child missed the bus and had to be driven to school – in silence. She refused to speak to me. And once I returned home, my husband could not find the books he needed to take to work (and then forgot to take them anyway). Wanted breakfast. Needed coffee. Couldn’t choose a tie.

So I left an hour later than planned, but I still left. Just to visit family for 24 hours.

And it was the most relaxing 24 hours I’ve spent in ages! I slept that night for 9 hours. I only took care of myself – no kids, no husband, no dogs, no guinea pig. No errands that MUST be completed, no work, no toting kids around, no housework, no cooking meals that go uneaten.

And then I returned. The closer I came to my turnpike exit, the faster I drove – because now I had things to do, places to go, kids to pick up and drive to lessons. And I haven’t stopped since. It’s been 3 days. I’m tired again. But given the chance, I'd do it all again.