This week I used the program.
Yes, that is a computer-it was my week to do media for the early service.

This is Phoenix.

yesterday, spouselet and I took the dogs to McDonald’s for breakfast, I only do that once or twice a year but they love it so much. Phoenix is the ever curious so spouselet snapped a few pictures while I was driving.

Because texting and taking pictures while driving is dangerous boys and girls.

This is Sedona.

She sits back in the very back of the Pilot and prays that we aren’t taking her to the Doggie Hotel again. She doesn’t RTB (release the butt) until we get back home in the garage.

I love my dogs.

As mentioned yesterday the once super secret family recipe, not so secret.  I am sure that my moggie tweeked it, because she only wrote it down once, for me (and I have since misplaced it, because I never lose anything).

For the past few years my mom has made the whole spread including the dressing, but for yesterday, I made it.

Let’s start with a little bread

actually, this is only half the bread, when I got the bright idea to blog this, I was already half done with putting it all together.

Moosh and crumble all the bread (that would be a loaf of white, 12 biscuits and a pan of corn bread. Cook up a little over a cup of chopped celery and another cup of chopped onions in butter (I also tossed in two crushed cloves of garlic which isn’t mentioned anywhere but it worked)…when they are nice and tender toss them in the bread. Pour over the bread the drippings from one cooked (roasted chicken)…which I got from my mom (EW)
Throw in sage (to taste-and I didn’t use nearly enough, because I ran out). IF your dressing is too dry have some canned chicken broth read to go…I needed one cup of that.

Once it is well mixed and everything blended and it tastes good moosh it out in a pan.

I put it in the fridge over night because i didn’t need to bake it until yesterday morning.

My Moggie used to keep the uncooked dressing in a glass pickle jar in the fridge and would only pull out how much she needed, but when she did thanksgiving, she did it probably 4 different times for different parts of the family that couldn’t always get together on THE day.

This dressing isn’t hard to make but it does take a lot of equipment…especially if you make the cornbread AND biscuits.

I had the full glass pan left from yesterday and about 1/3 of the foil pan. We had 3 kids and 13 adults, some had seconds.

Oh, I almost forgot, cook in a 350 oven for about 30 minutes.

Decoration from last year @ mom and dad's

Right now the dressing is in the oven.

Soon, the almost 15 yr old and I will be heading to my aunt and uncles house for the great feast. The spouselet will join us there, he is going to an Indian Restaurant to get Tandoori Chicken from his parents for my family.

YUM!

I have been taking pictures of the super secret family dressing recipe, that I discovered used to be on the back of all the Martha White corn bread package, but Moggie has us fooled for decades.

Later this evening, I hope to have some pictures from the day.

Enjoy your family today and all the other blessings that we should be so very thankful.

When I was about 13 my grandmother created a room for me in her house.  Before then, my sister and I shared a room.  I guess we stayed with her once and fought like cats and dogs so she separated us.  She lives in a different house than she did back then, but all the furniture is the same.

This is my bed, nightstand, chest of drawers and this…

is my vanity.

Actually it was my grandmother’s grandmother’s vanity. My great, great grandmother. A woman I never met, but always felt a connection too, because we shared a vanity.

She also had this awesome vanity set, made out of celluloid-well over 100 years old. Beautiful.
And today, I discovered it has been damaged (as well as the top of the marble section of the vanity)

This is the mirror…

And this is the cuticle pusher…

Every piece that had metal, rusted.
The pieces that sat in water or a cleaning solution, cracked and crumbled.

This vanity set lived through children, grandchildren, great grand children, great great grand children and MY kid (great, great, great, great) and one careless act (a spilled drink or a person cleaning not paying attention) ruined a family heirloom.

I cried.
Like a baby.
It was like a member of my family died.
Part of history gone.

It takes all of this…

to “create” this….

( couldn’t say Sunday Scribblings because that is already a pretty popular Blog prompt)

This morning during the contemporary service I was running the media (slides) and I don’t do well with paying attention if I am more than 20 ft. from the pastor.

Reason # 3  on why I sit in one of the front 3 rows.

This is going to speak to a bit of a peeve of mine with reality tv shows and their “contestants” or participants or whatever they call themselves.

Tonight, it was on the Biggest Loser.

I am telling you right now, if you haven’t seen it yet.
Your TiVo is still recording or you pick up on Hulu later this week…come back after you have seen it.

I might spoil something and we can’t have that, because, that too is a peeve of mine.

But, back to the FIRST peeve.

People, or their family members,  or parties to represent people on reality tv wearing their Jesus Fish or having a T-shirt with Phillipians 4:13 on the back….or beating the fire out of someone and sayin’ “Oh thank you Jesus”.

You know, those people.
It is a peeve.

But the bigger peeve is when a person does that after they have, lied, cheated, manipulated and other wise made themselves look like a crazy fool.

I know we all fall short, but if we are gonna be on TV in front of the entire nation (as we are reminded every week) can we please try to do a little better?

Because, yes, people are watching.
Unless of course you were planning on donating all of that $250,000 to starving children, then, I guess it is ok.*

Oh and while we are on the topic of Biggest Loser, the spouse and I have come up with a great drinking game, to bad we don’t drink anymore.

The rules are easy, every time Amanda says “America chose me” drink.
Every time Tracy either showed her “crazy eyes” or ran her tongue over her teeth, drink.
Every time every other player gave Tracy the “hairy eyeball”, drink.

I figure you would need about a case of beer per episode.

(*not really, but sarcastic me, the girl on the right, is out in full force this evening)