A Labor Free List

How about a list for the holiday weekend?

I really did intend to post yesterday, but the morning got away from me.

I was chatting with Honey when he came home from work, you know, solving all the worlds problems, when I realized that I had to git to a physical therapy appointment! Like within 30 minutes! I had to really hurry and get my wig on straight! And eat. I don’t go anywhere without my breakfast!

I had been going to PT regularly twice a week until my Dad moved.

Then I forgot to call and schedule some new ones.

Then I went with the Caregroup gals over to South Haven.

Then it slipped my mind.

In my defense, I had the phone number on the kitchen island. I was thinking about calling. Considering it.

But lo and behold, the super perky, super sweet receptionist called to set something up.

I guess that’s what they do to PT delinquents. Track them down.

So I have been back twice now. Praying for the tennis elbow to be restored so I can move on to the next body failure; the hurty left shoulder.


We went to the new The Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Mousey’s birthday. We arrived at 3:45 and the wait was 60-80 minutes.

SO ridiculous. We ended up waiting for about 35, so there was that.

The food was good, but the dessert was scrumtrulescent!!! We all split Aunt Linda’s Fudge Cake and a yummy strawberry shortcake. Mousey, Honey and I had the fudge cake in Naples this winter and have talked about it ever since. The Ab-Cat is still raving about the shortcake.

We decided to wade into shortcake making territory this weekend.

Ab’s job last night was to scour Pinterest for a delicious recipe for the sugared shortcake biscuit.

She is usually pretty thorough.

Go Tigers!

Did you know our daughters have married Tiger pitchers?

Abby’s husband is Max Scherzer, and Mousey married Mr. Porcello whose first name, I am sorry to say, I have forgotten.

Maybe Matt? Paul? Reginald? Nah.

We are considering going to the Clarkston Union Bar and Kitchen this afternoon for some of the most macked, mac and cheese we learned about from Guy Fieri on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.

Honey wants to venture over to that side of town to purchase a hedge trimmer he found on Craig’s List.

It seems a waste to be that close and not enjoy the most macked, mac and cheese they have to offer.

We are not waste-a-roos.

Do you remember that little song from Sesame Street? Are You a Waste-a-Roo?

Are you a Waste-a roo?

Watching Sesame Street reminds me of living in our old house, which is up for sale again.

All of our children have said they would like to buy that house.

They do not have the funds.

It was a good house and we made many good memories there. We became a family in that house.

I wish you all a relaxing or productive holiday weekend. Your choice.

See you in September.


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Wednesday Hodgepodge

Hi Guys! Head on over to Joyce’s to link up with The Hodgepodgers, it’s a fun thing to do!

1. Labor Day weekend (in the US of A) is approaching…what’s something you’ve labored over this year?

Sorry to be redundant, but I have labored intensely over helping my Dad sort out his and my Mom’s lifetime accumulation of worldly goods in his recently sold house. He is supremely happy in his new condo!!
2. What is one word to describe your ‘job’ or career?

One word, do you know us Joyce??

My job, as defined by my state of Michigan license, is a cosmetologist. I usually just call myself a hairdresser, but not a beautician. That word sounds like I should work down at Miss Kitty’s and do roller sets and blue rod perms all day. And for the record, I have not done a roller set OR a blue rod perm set since I left Virginia Farrell Beauty School in September of 85. 

The word I would use to describe it is part-time. I started working at a salon in 1987 and have continued to work in some capacity ever since. Except for a few times when life intervened and I had to put everything but mothering on a shelf. Some weeks I don’t work at all, and others, like this week, I have people calling right and left.

I mainly do haircuts, color and hi lights with the occasional chemical hair straightening thrown in. Most of my clients have been with me for years and I consider them to be friends. It has served me well, and I like to think it has served them also. Not everyone can call in the evening and schedule their haircut for the next morning!
3. What was your worst or least favorite job ever? Why?

They have all had their pros and cons but I guess I will say Burger King when I was 16. The employees had all worked together for a long time and were not very friendly. I have made lifelong friends at almost all of my jobs and I can only remember the name of one girl that I went to middle school with. Oh and another guy that turned up at the Friendly’s I worked at few years later. I was not sad that volleyball in my senior year made our schedules incompatible.  
4. How do you measure contentment?

I think the world has a very different idea of contentment than the biblical view. In our culture, contentment seems to be having everything you might ever need, monetarily, comfort wise, possessions, status, just everything. No hardships. But the Bible speaks time and time again about being content in all of your circumstances, good and bad. That seems more problematic.

Content when things are going smooth or well? Easy peasy. Content when your life seems to be completely out of control? That can only come from dependence on a really big God and a belief that all things work together for the good for those called according to His purpose. Not always so easy peasy. That’s why they call this life a walk or a journey. We are heading toward a destination, learning as we go.

Philippians 4:19

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

Maybe I don’t need everything I think I do. Hmmm. Thoughts to ponder. 

5. Pickles-like or dislike? What is something you eat that requires a pickle? Dill, bread and butter, sweet gherkins…what’s your favorite kind of pickle?

Nothing I eat requires a pickle but I am not opposed to them on a burger. My family loves pickles but I do not seek them out. Sweet pickles make me gag. Them too.
6. In your current house-town-state, what is it you like living close to?

Honey teases me about this sort of thing. I like living where EVERYTHING is convenient. I would not be happy out in the boondocks. I know the boondocks have their charm and beauty, but when I need something I prefer to be able to lay my mitts on it in 15-20 minutes and less is preferable!
7. What is one thing on your ‘want-to-do’ list before summer draws to an official close?

I want to have a Caregroup get together at our house. That’s all I can think of.
8.  Insert your own random thought here.

All that hair talk in question 2 reminded me that I am getting my haircut on Thursday!!!! Boy do I need it!

19, Year of The Mouse

It is raining so hard this morning I am expecting to see Noah and his people float by.

It will probably be beautiful in about an hour or two, but for now, there will be no walking with Keelyody.

Today is a good day anyway! It’s Muggins Q. Mouse’s birthday!

Nineteen years, sheesh, where did the baby get to?

This is my face missing your face.

She started her second year of college last Friday. Still working, guarding lives at the local pool. Continues to be our very favorite Baby Mouse.

We have big plans to celebrate at the brand new Cheesecake Factory in a neighboring town. We tried to go Sunday but there was an hour and a half wait. Ain’t nobody got time for THAT!

Speaking of last Sunday, on the way to the ill fated Cheesecake Factory, we passed a convoy of hummers full of military MEN. The Girls had a very nice time checking them out and Mousey declared “best birthday EVER!!!!!”.

She has repeatedly asked for wood siding for her Focus. Like a Clark W. Griswold Family Truckster. I don’t think that is happening.

Happy Birthday Mousey Ann!!!!!!! You are loved!

The Photo Booth App

The Gals had a fine time in South Haven this year. I did not carry my camera one single time, but you probably knew that. It seems to be the way I roll these days. Most of the other gals have those fancy picture phones that are easy to have on hand. I need to do something, the world is passing me by, taking pictures.

On the last night we did take some pictures with my iPad. We were laughing like a bunch of junior high girls.

Three Good Kids was, unfortunately for her, closest to me. My Muse, she was a perfect subject!


The old man from Up face.


Me and The Peanuts Champ looking all hideous.


And The Oreo Mom and Three Good Kids again. The Oreo Mom looks like the little guy from Ice Age here. There are no words for Three Good Kids. This was my favorite of the night.


We were sad to learn that our favorite place to rent is up for sale. If it is sold to another renter, we may be able to go back.


All of these pictures were taken after our friend Allie had already left for home, but she is an important part of our girls getaway.

We hung out at the beach one beautiful, sunny day, did some shopping in the cute stores and the farmers market, ate quite a few times, watched a couple DVDs, played some cards and had a nice time talking  and just lounging.

It’s good to have Friends. Thanks Girls, see you next year!

Potent Quotable

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.  ~Henry David Thoreau

Constant use will not wear ragged the fabric of friendship.  ~Dorothy Parker

Say what you want about aging, it’s still the only way to have old friends.  ~Robert Brault

It takes a long time to grow an old friend.  ~John Leonard


Mouse Stays Home

I guess this is technically the last Monday of summer.

Mousey starts classes on Friday. I don’t know if I mentioned that she is not going down south to school. She was all set to go, but they just didn’t have the classes she wanted to take at Lee University. Yes, it was in beautiful Tennessee, yes there was the excitement of heading of to college on her own, and yes there were bound to be cute southern boys. When she added all that together, subtracted the lack of her desired classed AND the fact that she could be finished in two years if she stayed in The Mitten? The Mitten won. She transferred to a school in the next county and will start on Friday.

As I mentioned, she was all signed up. So signed up that she knew she had better get on the stick to unsign up when she received a Facebook message from her roommate! The message gave us quite a laugh though. It was a perky little thing stating that she was an outgoing girly girl, loved all things pink and sparkly and LOVED dogs. There was probably more but that is all that is coming to mind. It was notable and humorous for being polar opposite of our Mousey gal.

I will be heading over to the left side of The Mitten tomorrow with the girls from Caregroup for our annual trip to South Haven. Always fun and relaxing and it is my fondest wish to take a picture this year!!!

Have a good week!

Potent Quotable

“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
Alexander Pope

Disappointment is inevitable. But to become discouraged, there’s a choice I make. God would never discourage me. He would always point me to himself to trust him. Therefore, my discouragement is from Satan. As you go through the emotions that we have, hostility is not from God, bitterness, unforgiveness, all of these are attacks from Satan.

Charles Stanley


Hi Guys, what up? I have some random for you.

We have been experiencing some loverly fall like temperatures. I am NOT complaining.

Yesterday was a day of errands. Returns, drop offs, and the always with us, grocery shopping.

I had some returns to Marshalls. I had bought 2 pair of sandals earlier in the season and never got around to wearing them. I had high hopes for them so I am not sure why they were not worn except to say that I had some reservations. Last Sunday, I saw a gal at church wearing them and I was certain they were not for me. After returning the unloved sandals, I wandered around checking out the shoes on sale and found these for $15. I had considered these before, and when I had about decided that I was going to buy them, they were nowhere to be found. The story of my life. Indecisiveness is my middle name. Yes it is. But in this one instance, it worked in my favor, HA!


I also picked up some more canning accessories. I think it will happen soon. Or next month. Whatever.


The planted from seed hyacinth bean vine continues on its journey toward the top of the thingy!


I redirected this fella, who was trying to get a toehold on the fence.


Grow on Bean Boy.

Have a good weekend, may you be redirected in a good way.

That Thing I Was Going To Tell You Last Week

Here you go Peanuts Champ. I told you it wasn’t all that exciting.

Honey asked me earlier in the summer if I wanted to take a class at our local library. A class about canning. I said alright, because I can be agreeable.

I have only taken one other class at the library and it was YEARS ago. It was something about budgeting, and I am sure you can imagine how that went. In one ear and out the other. Poste haste. The only two suggestions I can even recall were to list your spending in a check register and don’t buy ice cream every week, because it’s a treat and you don’t need it. Words to live by.

Well, this gal knew her stuff and told it in an understandable, folksy sort of way. She started off the class by saying she had only been canning a few years, since her mother had passed away. Her family decided they could not live the rest of their lives without her mother’s canned pickles and other canned things, so she learned how to do it herself. I have a feeling this teacher was a whiz in the kitchen in many other areas, so it possibly was not as big of stretch for her as it would be for someone like me.

She gave us a handout with many resources, where her next classes would be, her phone number and the admonition of don’t hesitate to call with whatever questions we might have, a couple of recipes and a strong recommendation to buy the revered Ball’s Blue Book Guide to Preserving.

Before the class was over, Honey leaned over and whispered, “guess what we’re doing this weekend?”

It didn’t work out that way because we got busy with something or other, but it will happen, I am pretty sure about that.


She canned salsa while we were there. This was the primary reason we went to the class. Honey has been considering canning his yummy salsa for years now. We are unsure how this is going to go down because one of the best things about his salsa is it is fresh, and canning might make it taste like all the other canned salsas you can buy at the grocery store. Of which he is not a fan.

My mother was a canner. For the majority of my life she canned tomatoes. We have canned with her several times, but it always seemed so dangerous to me. If things didn’t go exactly right in the canning process, we all die of botulism. Of course, I have never heard of someone I know ever dying of botulism, but the fear was strong. She acted like it was easy peasy, because she was fearless like that.

Another thing Honey has always wanted to do is pickles. I sent him a link for refrigerator pickles, that do not require heat, so are technically not really anything like canning. Sort of a fake dip your toe in the canning pool so to speak. It did involve a canning jar, so we felt a little special. He said they were easy but he already knows he would change the recipe next time he ventures into the refrigerator pickle canning arena. He felt there was an unnecessary amount of sugar involved in his dill pickle adventure.


All this to say, we are going to give it a whirl. I’ll let you know how it goes. Or you will read about it in the news with the headline of Michigan family all die of botulism, almost completely unheard of in this century!!!!

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