tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49825712124888366652024-03-04T22:10:18.012-06:00The Hillbilly WifeThe Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-79156168141242306192010-07-24T07:05:00.000-05:002010-07-24T07:05:59.631-05:00Move on overYou will miss the latest post about learning to quilt if you don't move on over to the other blog! I posted it last night. You can go <a href="http://hillbillyhandiworks.blogspot.com/2010/07/warm-fuzzy-fest-day-2-machines-feet.html">RIGHT HERE.</a><br />
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To the rest of you, there will still be Stephen, Seth, and the rest of our fun. I have a couple of touching stories coming up. One about a boy with Cerebral Palsy, and another about the dearest dumbest dog I've ever known. Move over...this blog will be gone soon. (all postings were imported to <a href="http://www.hillbillyhandiworks.blogspot.com/">The OTHER BLOG</a>.)The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-61254059276700421012010-07-22T08:02:00.000-05:002010-07-22T08:02:30.643-05:00Moving!Hello! <br />
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This was a very tough decision to make, as I have so many wonderful people that follow this blog, but I really need to move on to a different name. (but I just couldn't give up "hillbilly", that is just me and I'm known by it on forums, facebook and everywhere!)<br />
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There is another "Hillbilly Housewife" in Cyberspace, (quite famous for very yummy recipes); and I wanted to try a different name that no one else has to launch my brand new website--<a href="http://www.hillbillyhandiworks.com/">http://www.hillbillyhandiworks.com/</a><br />
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So, please, come on over <a href="http://www.hillbillyhandiworks.blogspot.com/">to my Hillbilly Handiworks Blog</a>, for some of the same ol' Hillbilly Fun, inspiration, and NEW quilting tutorials!<br />
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For those wanting to join the "Learn To Quilt" lessons, please spread the word that they will be on the other blog. I will be waiting and watching for you all to Move On Over!The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-4260614243311990282010-07-19T23:32:00.001-05:002010-07-20T08:19:34.665-05:00Warm & Fuzzy Fest--Day 1--Rulers, Scissors, and Fudge<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">First let me thank each of you for your kind words yesterday concerning </span></em><a href="http://thehillbillywife.blogspot.com/2010/07/four-too-long.html"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">the Post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"> about my husband and his kids.</span></em> <br />
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Guess what today is?? The first day of Warm & Fuzzy Fest!! What? You have NO idea what I'm talking about? That's OK. The idea just came a couple of hours ago. It is time to get prepared for our Learn to Quilt blog classes. I am off tomorrow to buy the fabric needed for the first project. I am very excited! It is inexpensive, simple and fun! More about that in a couple of days. Before you can even THINK about quilting there are some things that you just have to have. Well, I guess you could live without some of them, but I have no idea how. So all this week, during Warm and Fuzzy Fest (think quilts and snoopy...then you understand how I came up with that name), we will be discussing supplies. <br />
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Every quilter needs a rotary cutter, rotary cutter self-healing mat, and a couple of rulers. I will give you my personal recommendations of what you need to get started...<br />
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First the rotary cutter. These little wonders have revolutionized quilting. They make it so FAST and EASY to cut out all your little pieces. You do need to be careful though, because they are very sharp. My personal favorite (and I've been using them for years, all sizes and kinds), is made by OLFA. Here are some of the varieties:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaMhwLR0-BXRy8SvXorun559qvHHAxo5hSXUtKQHpzGXREVK6l9eSXqGseOHjikw96Uz3hwcU6C_VquwJ_mxsYyb3g7hVqmDF41n_NcDNMluM6WVoovPWT1Q1Kz-J7WtDfH5Rf0vqveQ/s1600/olfa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaMhwLR0-BXRy8SvXorun559qvHHAxo5hSXUtKQHpzGXREVK6l9eSXqGseOHjikw96Uz3hwcU6C_VquwJ_mxsYyb3g7hVqmDF41n_NcDNMluM6WVoovPWT1Q1Kz-J7WtDfH5Rf0vqveQ/s320/olfa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my favorite. The 45 mm original cutter. I use it all the time. They also sell a 28 mm and a 60mm that I like to keep around. You don't need them to start off with. Just a 45mm is fine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuReJgMhfi2Guna3PpqTL11NnA2ijkCv9v1csYJV9XLkyVEBaB1g4D_GzZtuzPQIzdbA52vers3YhT2AP8iB53qTtx56rQh9HxT01fXdC8DE0WzzMyXBJ9vBCem_YiMcmpvtcoJfG7S9k/s1600/qcolfa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuReJgMhfi2Guna3PpqTL11NnA2ijkCv9v1csYJV9XLkyVEBaB1g4D_GzZtuzPQIzdbA52vers3YhT2AP8iB53qTtx56rQh9HxT01fXdC8DE0WzzMyXBJ9vBCem_YiMcmpvtcoJfG7S9k/s320/qcolfa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This would be nice, but not necessary. It is a quick change blade. On the top cutter you need to unscrew a wing nut, but on this handy little cutter, you just push a button. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some people like this one. It is "ergonomic". Personally, I didn't like it. I actually hurt my hand more!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once you decide on a cutter, you need to purchase a Self-healing cutting mat. I am VERY picky about these. I have tried all major brands, and NONE hold up as well as Olfa. If you live in the lower 48, I know you can catch them on sale at Joannes about once a month. To start out, you should get one at least 18x24, but if you can afford it get the 24x36 size. You will appreciate it. Here is what the Olfa mat's look like:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally, you need rulers. (I will teach you how to use all these during our online class.) There are two sizes that I can not live without. 6 x24 and 4 x14. I love them both and use them equally as much. The brand that I like for these is Dritz Omnigrid. Here is what the 4x14 looks like:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This one is yellow, but they make a green one I like better. The grids are easier to see on the green one. Olfa now makes frosted rulers that get great reviews. I need to think about buying one someday :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally, scissors. To start out, you just need a pair of small very pointy sharp scissors to cut threads. (You will use the rotary cutter for fabric.) I have several around. I keep one on each sewing machine, one on the ironing board, and one in my hand sewing bag. You only need one pair...but just make sure they are ONLY used for thread. Once you use them on paper, they are ruined. (Same with your rotary cutter!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In close, here is a quick shopping list for your cutting supplies...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">45 mm rotary cutter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">at least a size 18x24 self healing cutting mat by Olfa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a 4x14 and/or a 6 x 24 rotary cutting ruler</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a pair of sharp snips</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tomorrow we will discuss feet and needles for your sewing machines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fast forward to April 2007. This is the first photo quilt I ever made:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is a quilt of Jerry's(my now husband) kids. On July 19th, 2006, Jerry's then wife waited for him to leave for work, then chose to take their kids and go to another state. Unfortunately, this is America, where moms can do that. I will not get into details, as this is the world wide web where all eyes are watching. But, I will tell you this...a lot of false charges were made against Jerry so that SHE (the ex) could have time to flee the state. Jerry was cleared of all charges and used up every dollar he had to try to get his children back. He literally sold everything. His books, tools, vehicle...all gone. All to no avail. He has not had any contact with his children in four years. NONE.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fast forward to today. July 18, 2010. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jerry and I are married and have our cute little baby, Stephen. But, days like today are tough. Every new thing that Stephen learns is a reminder to Jerry of things that he is missing in his other kids' life. My son Seth is the same age as Jerry's son "S". (I won't state his full name, but it too begins with 's'). So, when Jerry looks at Seth, he hurts for "S". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"S" turns 13 this week. Jerry wants so bad to be a dad to his now teenage son, and it tears him up inside. But one thing is for certain. Although it is hard, Jerry keeps this verse in mind on a daily basis. It is written on the top of his quilt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelh5A43U8C1Ur21PG6pi9EAC2OWxA5_VNV8zgaf5Dmh_bUzjxUKbHa1KqR_KmS34xGniJzU9eCYxlURZoQ5jUi0wUo3JC0Q-QG_i5QXbuQkpSXYbIssjGsbzdNMjuIXkvZAUqh19eS98/s1600/jerryq+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelh5A43U8C1Ur21PG6pi9EAC2OWxA5_VNV8zgaf5Dmh_bUzjxUKbHa1KqR_KmS34xGniJzU9eCYxlURZoQ5jUi0wUo3JC0Q-QG_i5QXbuQkpSXYbIssjGsbzdNMjuIXkvZAUqh19eS98/s320/jerryq+002.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Without faith in Christ, Jerry would have no hope. As it is, at least he knows that God has those precious children in His hands. And although the kids are now four years older, their lovely smiles are frozen in time to him:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYou8R6yYjPkl0ekzNW0bNYgISyUcSWch_I_YyuiOz0zLuCDDcPNGkIUGWTRSE6AK3_y3aXi14cKbM638rywjj38PRdtiUdjS5JwVg7G2BEmyx2L1-sbTdIY7pHcQMByAf8biVA-2U-f8/s1600/hannahsilas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYou8R6yYjPkl0ekzNW0bNYgISyUcSWch_I_YyuiOz0zLuCDDcPNGkIUGWTRSE6AK3_y3aXi14cKbM638rywjj38PRdtiUdjS5JwVg7G2BEmyx2L1-sbTdIY7pHcQMByAf8biVA-2U-f8/s320/hannahsilas.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, please, hug your children a little tighter, and say a prayer for my husband. It's going to be a tough week. I would love to see him with his children again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My good friend, Pat is a wonderful artist. She did a watercolor painting of Dawg. See the progress <a href="http://patelliottpaintings.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-painting.html">HERE</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The photo is a bit fuzzy but the finished painting has a nice chocolate brown matte and is a barn wood frame--which really fits Dawg's personality. It looks nice doesn't it? </div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-80722157722480232462010-07-17T15:54:00.002-05:002010-07-17T15:57:02.829-05:00Goop 5 CentsMy husband is at the store right now buying supper supplies for this next week. I am not the best cook in the world. I do ok with a good recipe, but this week I need the evenings to get an order out, so Hubsy is cooking all evening meals. (Actually, this is NOTHING out of the ordinary. He always cooks supper.)<br />
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This Snoopy cartoon made me giggle. This is how it goes on the nights that I cook:<br />
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What kind of Goop are you cooking tonight? I hear we are having Sloppy Dogs. We saw a Sonic commercial last night for an extra long Cheese Coney. YUCK. Jerry thought it looked yummy, but knows I don't eat chilly. So, Sloppy Dogs it is!<br />
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(For those of you across the pond that may not know, a cheese coney is a long hot dog with chili and cheese on it. Sloppy dogs are sloppy joes, spread over hot dogs on a hot dog bun.)The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-40707798968267317072010-07-16T08:22:00.000-05:002010-07-16T08:22:05.224-05:00Stephen becomes an ActivistIt's been awhile since we've heard anything from Stephen. It's hard to believe...he's almost 7 months old!<br />
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We have a fun State Park close to our home. I get to do lots of fun things while I'm there...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daddy's proud of me being a big boy and trying to help my new friend!</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-24450044986450992962010-07-14T18:52:00.000-05:002010-07-14T18:52:05.047-05:00The HorizonWe all know that dreams are important. It helps us set goals, and reach for those goals. I have been re-evaluating my love of sewing and quilting and making some new dreams. <br />
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I have a piece of paper on the refrigerator labeled "Make it a Matter of Prayer". On this I list our family wish lists. I think it's better to write needs and wishes down awhile, evaluate the list from time to time and really consider what you need the most. <br />
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I have been making notes of new items that I want to make too. A sketchbook can be a dream book. <br />
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Here are some 'dream' items that I'd really like to make into a reality someday:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is a computer-operated long-arm quilting machine. It just costs $28,000. If I could start a full time business, this is what I would want...BUT</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since right now I am a full-time Mommy, I'd better look for something a little more in my 'dream' range...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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JUST LOOK at what we found this past weekend at a Garage Sale. Oh, yes, you know I HAD to have it!<br />
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I will be trusting Seth help me repaint the legs, etc. He has been very interested in my new re-purpose/upcycle hobby. The whole family is getting in on the fun. I blog about it <a href="http://www.hillbillytreasures.blogspot.com/">RIGHT HERE</a>. We will post the finished Snoopy table to that blog when we are done. <br />
Now for some Snoopy insights for today. Remember when I found all those great books at the Estate Sale? This one is one of my favorites:<br />
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I chose to label myself a Hillbilly long ago. My love of Hillbilly Life came from spending a lot of time in the Missouri Ozarks. The Ozarks is actually quite a large area, and when I moved to southern Missouri a couple of years ago, I thought that I would be loving finally living in the Ozarks. But, I quickly found out that "The Ozarks" can be quite different, just across the state even!! Here are some examples of the type of Hillbillies I relate to:<br />
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The first is 'Old Matt'. He is a beloved character from the story "The Shephard of the Hills." The story is based on true characters, and has been made into an outdoor drama. You can find out more about it by visiting <a href="http://www.oldmatt.com/">http://www.oldmatt.com/</a>.<br />
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True Hillbillies, while for the most part have very little money or earthly goods, are kind, giving people. I am sure that Matthew 6:20 is dear to their heart, as it is mine.<br />
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</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-82529449190840716732010-07-11T18:39:00.000-05:002010-07-11T18:39:51.270-05:00My shortest post ever!<span style="font-size: large;">A Hillbilly is NOT a redneck.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But really this post is about being "in a Funk". Lately, I've been in a Funk. Do you know what I mean? I told my daughter yesterday, and she immediately pulled up a definition on her iphone. She and Seth giggled over my 'old woman' termonology, but I just can't find a better word for it. I'm just in a Funk!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But, it is time to pop out of it. I've had my funky hay day, and it's no fun at all. Now if the rest of life will just cooperate and help me out a bit!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">How about you? Do you ever get into a funk, and what are some things you do to help bring yourself out of it?</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-72049770094117978492010-07-02T22:03:00.000-05:002010-07-02T22:03:38.530-05:00Two CuteI am so tickled to see all you new folks thet stop by and read my little stories. Fer them that don't know, a little whiles back we up an moved acrost the state. I be just lovin the new cuntry an all. I were a tad bit afeared when we moved thet the new neighbors wouldn't like a hillbilly like myself. But these here farm folk be downright friendly!<br />
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<blockquote>Then do you know what happened today? I must have found some good ol' Hillbilly Kinfolk. They was havin one of them there YARD SALES and jus look at the sign in their front yard:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can ya be seein it? It says "FREE ICE COLD WATER WITH A $2.00 OR MORE PURCHASE"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thet sure be friendly!</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then tonite we got all gussied up an went downtown. Boy, this must be a classy town. Take ye a gander at these outhouses:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I saw them, I thought: " Well, I'll be! His'n and Hers'n Outhouses painted all up perty n Pink and Blue!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Ain't them cute? </div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-55232516465077274962010-07-01T08:07:00.000-05:002010-07-01T08:07:28.090-05:00Follow UPA couple of weeks ago, I started a new blog topic...all about Kansas City and why I love it so much. In the near future, I will be having some guest bloggers help me out with this. My very first KC blog was <br />
<a href="http://thehillbillywife.blogspot.com/2010/06/fer-those-that-dont-know-much-bout-me-i.html">Doin' the Mash</a><br />
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But, when so doing, I failed to post what the inside of a Cherry Mash looks like. So, here ya go:<br />
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</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-56900324738722494192010-06-29T22:03:00.000-05:002010-06-29T22:03:07.964-05:00Simple thingsIsn't it amazing how the simple things in life can be the most special things of all? <br />
Every evening, as the sun starts to go down in the sky, Stephen and I head out for our walk. It is really a special time for us. Stephen loves to listen to the birds and usually he settles in for a cat nap, and I'm just plain happy to be outside!<br />
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<blockquote>This past Sunday evening we were strolling along, just coming to the end of our first corner. There was a little gray haired lady standing outside. We have seen her, smiled and waved to her many times in the past. But, tonight I decided to stop and ask how she was. We struck up a nice conversation, she adored Stephen (who doesn't??!!), and she told me that she would love to walk with me, but since she is now 91 yrs old, her knee just doesn't work like it used to. (91?? I am 50 years younger! Mental note to not complain about my knee!)<br />
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After a bit, she asked me to walk around to her front door, telling me that she has something for me. She had to go into her house and meet me out front. I had no idea what it would be. Have any guesses? Well, out she came, told me to hold out my hand, and here is what she gave me:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Four brand new shiny gold dollars. One for Jerry, myself, Seth, and Stephen. I told her that was awful sweet of her. She smiled shyly, and said, "That's my hobby. I like to pass out these little gold dollars to make people smile. My family thinks it's silly. But, I don't care. I do it anyway."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, you know what I had to do next...I gave Miss Isabelle a hug and promised that Stephen and I would visit again soon. </div></blockquote><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">For the rest of my walk, I couldn't get my mind off a blog that I had read just that morning. It was actually my husband's blog. He only writes one blog a week called:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This week was about pennies from Heaven. You should go read it. It will help you appreciate the little things in life.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Like a sweet little gray haired lady named Isabelle who makes it her hobby to give away shiny gold dollars.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFBueastU0hoHE-dvN5ma8uytQ7FH2UE-atZ513Q0aI_dEz3SGvou745_akzOuApSz4fqdVwvDAymMPlX_sRjVhXs83VkjU92bnasuQKtxq3g0-UxT3R3q1FcOTkBGqzvBwWzJxvuMR4/s1600/money+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFBueastU0hoHE-dvN5ma8uytQ7FH2UE-atZ513Q0aI_dEz3SGvou745_akzOuApSz4fqdVwvDAymMPlX_sRjVhXs83VkjU92bnasuQKtxq3g0-UxT3R3q1FcOTkBGqzvBwWzJxvuMR4/s320/money+002.jpg" /></a></div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-84329961053221659222010-06-29T05:30:00.000-05:002010-06-29T05:30:31.198-05:00Seth is too busy for us<div align="center">Mr. Seth</div><div align="center">has quite a few of you</div><div align="center">that really enjoy his blog entries.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">SO,</div><div align="center">you might be thinking,</div><div align="center">that it is ABOUT TIME</div><div align="center">that Seth write a blog.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well,</div><div align="center">He has been gone to his Dads,</div><div align="center">and now to camp.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">For those that have asked,</div><div align="center">his catnip never grew so I went and bought him some from a greenhouse.</div><div align="center">It took off nicely and now he has a bunch drying on his workstation.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">He also has some tomato plants</div><div align="center">that I forgot to water last night. </div><div align="center">OOPS!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-87924617916519012462010-06-23T09:42:00.000-05:002010-06-23T09:42:22.278-05:00Peanut Wisdom<blockquote>Do you have something from your childhood that you still treasure today? I am quite an unsentimental person, overall. I don't have many childhood keepsakes. It is funny that in the midst of my crazy childhood, the things that I did keep were books and a quilt. </blockquote><br />
This is my favorite book that I saved over the years:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkq9OxH_hyphenhyphenFKxzV0oURlcPNKQ3xkTwCBlVLFBuZH-Ybg9XGnRQO1s0-_tDI-WE4Hs-7rQEwms6HL7NlIweMO8RfRJUToX_uCGwqan2ePi4BesqmC9dRS0UeEQ733mczsb8AopR1zgbqU/s1600/snoopy+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkq9OxH_hyphenhyphenFKxzV0oURlcPNKQ3xkTwCBlVLFBuZH-Ybg9XGnRQO1s0-_tDI-WE4Hs-7rQEwms6HL7NlIweMO8RfRJUToX_uCGwqan2ePi4BesqmC9dRS0UeEQ733mczsb8AopR1zgbqU/s320/snoopy+002.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">You can tell that it has been well-loved:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Snoopys little moveable ear to protect Woodstock from the rain:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Awhile back while Stephen and I were on a walk, we stumbled upon an Estate Sale, and just look at all the Snoopy books that we couldn't pass up:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">A couple of them are so Adorable!!!! Every once in a while a bit of Peanut Wisdom will probably pop up in my blog. I just can't help it. I am a Snoopy addict. Always have been! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Do you have anything that you've held onto and treasured since childhood?</strong></em></div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-74041790134467631522010-06-20T22:26:00.000-05:002010-06-20T22:26:59.195-05:00Stephen Hop's on Pop<blockquote>Today's blog is from Stephen. He made something he wants to tell you about:</blockquote><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBH6J_Bx_kS9xvqseXL7TKOFq5_uXLaGZ6LTv_ZoE2JIvXd1wUT3hfMygxuBni8XqreJJVM3JGSulpXxCCa4pRI_WnZ_h5MhH2xNCrvy4n0Z4-GCig1qiEIjP3L2of0HtxmHgOayoZ8Y/s1600/IMG_5995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBH6J_Bx_kS9xvqseXL7TKOFq5_uXLaGZ6LTv_ZoE2JIvXd1wUT3hfMygxuBni8XqreJJVM3JGSulpXxCCa4pRI_WnZ_h5MhH2xNCrvy4n0Z4-GCig1qiEIjP3L2of0HtxmHgOayoZ8Y/s320/IMG_5995.JPG" /></a>It says HOP ON POP. Here's the back:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6Lf6cvg7CSzEVvmOxxqm3AGTdjCKrKzXMbXXl19xL9gJ6CH-8ia93sa-eKAFTH3tlFhJTfaWxvKCPx9q9SNWCp1rOBQBGGbwvrG-2xG1-10cx0CJ4kVUWnlQXFw8j02O7mrTA6R9mq0/s1600/IMG_5996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6Lf6cvg7CSzEVvmOxxqm3AGTdjCKrKzXMbXXl19xL9gJ6CH-8ia93sa-eKAFTH3tlFhJTfaWxvKCPx9q9SNWCp1rOBQBGGbwvrG-2xG1-10cx0CJ4kVUWnlQXFw8j02O7mrTA6R9mq0/s320/IMG_5996.JPG" /></a>So, I decided to put on my Hop on Pop shirt and make something extra special for him. I went outside to play and had my sissy take some pictures:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaH7Jnix8M9p3S21XvCnEnF9RIg3CbqAsJm1ofgb9QMyS-n2ZxmdIIhihXCFXswnb6j4Gsb7JEsmAiF_PjzYETqE-drsshhWwmURFI_Wf33ddXpPFZ5pPJcv52z1vqipS5LV6nvlK3vuY/s1600/IMG_6068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaH7Jnix8M9p3S21XvCnEnF9RIg3CbqAsJm1ofgb9QMyS-n2ZxmdIIhihXCFXswnb6j4Gsb7JEsmAiF_PjzYETqE-drsshhWwmURFI_Wf33ddXpPFZ5pPJcv52z1vqipS5LV6nvlK3vuY/s400/IMG_6068.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">See? It says POP. He loved it!</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-1971046073652037782010-06-18T11:10:00.000-05:002010-06-18T11:10:54.144-05:00Twitterpated an other things to learnt.I got myself an email this mornin, and it were all about life truths. Ifn you can't relate to these then you ain't livin'!!<br />
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<blockquote>A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.</blockquote><blockquote>Onced and Twiced are words.<br />
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</div>“Jaw-P?” means “Did y’all go to the bathroom?” </blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rmZeLoNrXL0dvKYOuF7bw7M7c65gcsZvYPJAtPu5HtRYZx_2iMbNOwDrWe2_0WlXJ-FZObut0GgDPlM-XU8sB_ovmTd5OrETDUEUogVO28Q2l0Q31a-ecUVQlMmiNzPg3dL0FnPOQEo/s1600/bodie-outhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rmZeLoNrXL0dvKYOuF7bw7M7c65gcsZvYPJAtPu5HtRYZx_2iMbNOwDrWe2_0WlXJ-FZObut0GgDPlM-XU8sB_ovmTd5OrETDUEUogVO28Q2l0Q31a-ecUVQlMmiNzPg3dL0FnPOQEo/s320/bodie-outhouse.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><blockquote>Fixinto is one word. It means I’m fixing to do that.</blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar. </div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0060-0807-2618-0204_A_Hillbilly_Woman_Drinking_Moonshine_and_Getting_Drunk_clipart_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0060-0807-2618-0204_A_Hillbilly_Woman_Drinking_Moonshine_and_Getting_Drunk_clipart_image.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you. </div></blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> The word “jeet?” is actually a phrase meaning “Did you eat?” </div><blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You don’t have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you’re done or it’s too dark to see.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You measure distance in minutes. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You switch from heat to A/C in the same day. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You know what a DAWG is. </div></blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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You carry jumper cables in your car - for your OWN car. <br />
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You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Tony’s, Tabasco and ketchup. <br />
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The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports, motor sports, and gossip. <br />
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You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday. <br />
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You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit a bit warm. <br />
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Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite pastime known as “goin’ Wal-Martin’” or “off to Wally World”. <br />
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You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good chicken stew weather. <br />
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Fried catfish is the other white meat. <br />
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We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive dag-nabbit. </blockquote><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bsornot.whipnet.net/images/redneck/RedNeck.MobileHome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" qu="true" src="http://bsornot.whipnet.net/images/redneck/RedNeck.MobileHome.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>(I really laughed about some of these. "Fixinto" is truly in my daily vocabulary. We do measure the distance in minutes it takes to get there. I often use the heat in the morning after Jerry leaves for work, but the A/C goes on to cool it down before he comes home. The festival in this town,.."Crayfish days", or a bit more south "Mountian Oyster Fest". I could go on, but I'll spare you.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mrnussbaum.com/gamesimages/frog/bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" qu="true" src="http://www.mrnussbaum.com/gamesimages/frog/bf.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>On a more serious note, I'm as giddy as a twitterpated bull-frog on a warm summer night. One of my wallhang-uns has been used for a showin an a tellin! <a href="http://www.patelliottpaintings.blogspot.com/">GO HERE</a> to one of my favorite blogs. Pat is a real live artist, an she has something I made hanging in her home! Don't that beat all??The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-28289191444500733232010-06-14T11:22:00.001-05:002010-06-14T11:30:31.091-05:00PondersToday's blog is completely not my normal style. But, maybe sometimes I will make it my style. Today sure has been a day of ups, downs, ponders, and revelations. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.digifavs.com/machform/data/form_1/files/element_7_3856a8806cdf645a46c1a96922658170-252-SewAZMay14Ani.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" qu="true" src="http://www.digifavs.com/machform/data/form_1/files/element_7_3856a8806cdf645a46c1a96922658170-252-SewAZMay14Ani.gif" width="320" /></a>I have decided not to do craft shows this year (once again!). At first this saddened me, because I just can't seem to get that end of my business rolling. We could really use the income, but on the other hand, I don't have a lot of spare time unless I stay up at night.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, I got to thinking.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">** Just a bit less than 6 short months ago, our Christmas surprise was born. Six months of his life is gone already. </div>**Just 12 short years ago, Seth entered into my life. I don't get enough time with him as it is because he is a victim of divorce and is away half of the time. <br />
**Just 20 short years ago my baby girl was born. She and I are very close...alot of life has happened that she and I got through together. When we have a moment to be together, we make the most of it!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">** Just 2 short years ago I married my knight in shining armor. I waited 40 years to be rescued by him...I don't want to waste a spare moment of being his Maiden. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0060-0807-2515-4621_Knight_On_a_Horse_with_a_Jousting_Lance_clipart_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" qu="true" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0060-0807-2515-4621_Knight_On_a_Horse_with_a_Jousting_Lance_clipart_image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, I don't care if I don't have the time or resources to do the craft shows I have picked out. God gave me the talent, and He'll give me the time to use it. He also gave me 3 children and a knight. THAT is my here and now. </div><br />
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I won't get into discussing how I just don't understand how someone can hate someone in their own family. Yet, I know it will happen according to Luke 12 :53. And, it does happen, sadly!<br />
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I've been feeling truly blessed to have met an angel. Her name is Helen. I am sure her Crown in Glory will be stunning!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">One final thought...Noah had to have been very patient. With all this rain and flooding who can not think about him? But, his patience shows yet today, because if it were me</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/b/e/f/8/1194983742597884748mosquito_peterm_01.svg.hi.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/b/e/f/8/1194983742597884748mosquito_peterm_01.svg.hi.png" width="226" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I would have killed these...all 2 of them. I sure am trying but I can't kill them all these days!</span></div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-67070128453671153992010-06-12T09:17:00.001-05:002010-06-12T09:20:03.374-05:00Doin' the MashFer those that don't know much bout me, I was borned n raised n lived near Kansas City, Missouri my whole life. Well ceptin the two yrs we lived in southern Missouri. Now, mind you, the Kansas City metro area is a large area. I never onct lived in Kansas City proper like. The little ol' town I like to call my 'home town' is about 45 miles away from Kansas City. But, it still in the Kansas City area.<br />
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Now mos' Kansas City people wouldn't consider themselves hillbillies. But, when you spend alot o' spare time stompin' roun' the Ozarks, then you call call yurself a hillbilly. Thet's me. Well, anyway's, this here story be bout Kansas City an not the Ozarks.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So's now that I'm livin back in my homeland, I thought I'd jest up and tell ya bout some of the Kansas City things you all be missin out on. An you can sees for yourselves thet there jus ain't nowhere like Kansas City!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You see that little ol big pile of Cherry Mash's? That be my stash. Yep. Pa figured I needed some and went n bought me a whole pile o' them. Cherry Mash is the top selling cherry candy bar in whole cuntry. Only, you can only get em roun here. Must mean other homeland folk feel the same as I do bout these little gems. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ifn you can't find Cherry Mash in yur homeplace, I recommend thet ye jus order them on the <a href="http://www.cherrymash.com/">Cherry Mash Homepage</a>. Also on the homepage you can find a Cherry Mash song <a href="http://www.cherrymash.com/about/song.shtml">RIGHT HERE</a> or some recipes <a href="http://www.cherrymash.com/about/recipes.shtml">HERE</a>.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour<br />
1 tsp. baking soda<br />
1 tsp. salt<br />
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened<br />
3/4 cup granulated sugar<br />
3/4 cup packed brown sugar<br />
1 tsp. vanilla<br />
2 eggs<br />
8 small Cherry Mash chopped<br />
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Preheat oven to 375 degrees. <br />
Combine flour, baking soda and salt in small bowl. <br />
Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla extract in large mixer bowl. <br />
Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. <br />
Gradually beat in flour mixture. <br />
Stir in Cherry Mash. <br />
Drop by rounded tablespoons onto ungreased baking sheets. <br />
Bake for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. <br />
Cool on baking sheets for two minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.<br />
Makes 18 to 20 large cookies.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">LOOK WHAT I GOT:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I have these herbs drying on strings. (Both of these are peppermint.)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>Seth's Sweet Ginger Tea</em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">1/2 Tablespoon dried Ginger root</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">2Tablespoons chopped rose petals (you can cut them with scissors. I did.)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">5-7 uncut rose buds</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">honey to taste</div></blockquote></strong><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Heat about 2 1/2 cups of water until just under the boiling point. Add the herbs. Let steep for about 20 min. Strain before drinking. I strain over cheesecloth. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This concludes "Seth's Herb's" for this week. Please tune in next week to win $100,000. (You wish!) Just kidding. Next week I'll teach you how to make herbal syrup.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>The Stick Eating Dawg</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">There once was a dog named Dawg;</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He dreamed he was chewing a log.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">You see, he thought all sticks belonged to him,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Even the smallest limb!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, the wondrous dog named Dawg.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWH4l8Ry_9VvgU7Kjx1weyJ7xQ1FR4scDAkHRlHwT_wDlFU9zjT8m4fFTWiKDWcSGv2LNS5GvYMYneVaLEgkIdmU5B6-6F8P5kbdo029YIvAJtJG8kNtBc0qMI610frACn3hN7q0BZ-A/s1600/dawg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWH4l8Ry_9VvgU7Kjx1weyJ7xQ1FR4scDAkHRlHwT_wDlFU9zjT8m4fFTWiKDWcSGv2LNS5GvYMYneVaLEgkIdmU5B6-6F8P5kbdo029YIvAJtJG8kNtBc0qMI610frACn3hN7q0BZ-A/s400/dawg2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-59838316786422471252010-05-31T22:31:00.000-05:002010-05-31T22:31:04.932-05:00Quite fitting<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXcRxoJh4lFUQygVRMkixIyv1vyioYv5laOx_Avv1glcPDkle6225A_MIzFo66B-D8jY8Oelb1t9Fp8-H83U3YNUPjLALkWEcccarn8iIiGVwVYfUVckm1jCCEdOZk13zyzVbevVQaz0/s1600/sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXcRxoJh4lFUQygVRMkixIyv1vyioYv5laOx_Avv1glcPDkle6225A_MIzFo66B-D8jY8Oelb1t9Fp8-H83U3YNUPjLALkWEcccarn8iIiGVwVYfUVckm1jCCEdOZk13zyzVbevVQaz0/s320/sky.jpg" /></a>You have met Seth, Stephen, have seen my husband Jerry (who has his own blog <a href="http://www.theweeklymusing.blogspot.com/">HERE</a>), have caught a glimpse of my granddoggy Coco...but you've yet to meet my wonderful daughter Amy. Today is quite fitting for an intro because Amy's husband is deployed in Afghanistan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982571212488836665.post-67439579840813334222010-05-29T22:58:00.000-05:002010-05-29T22:58:41.816-05:00Stephen's Mall Adventure<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"> We have so much to show you and catch up on while my computer was ill! Seth, Stephen and I all have something to share, but since Seth is at his cousins for the holiday, I'll give Mr. Stephen the spotlight today.</span><br />
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Well, mine got a virus, and it killed it. Dead. <br />
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So..that's why you've seen no new blogs. Hopefully in one more week, maybe less I'll be back up and running again!<br />
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I'll also probably have around 500 blogs to catch up on reading. That is not an exaggeration. I love to follow/read blogs. <br />
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See you when my computer is back from surgery.The Hillbilly Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836816374964255687noreply@blogger.com5