Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Vanishing Cinnamon Coffee Cake

    I was searching the world wide web for something that was easy, plus something I had the ingredients for.
I was pretty sure I didn't have the energy to take my little Allison peeps to the grocery store since that includes packing everything but about 7 things in our house. I found this cinnamon coffee cake. We really liked it, or apparently we did, due to the fact the container is empty. Maybe my kitchen is haunted.

My Version:

Vanishing Cinnamon Coffee Cake

1 box yellow cake mix
2 pkg ( 3.4 oz. ) vanilla pudding
4 eggs
1 cup water
1 cup olive oil
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 TBSP. ground cinnamon
Powdered sugar

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Line muffin tins with papers.

Stir together the cake mix, & pudding mixes. Add the eggs, oil, & water, and mix until well blended
In another bowl stir together brown sugar and cinnamon.

Put a spoonful of batter into the muffin liner, then cinnamon mixture, then
more batter, then top with more cinnamon mixture. Take care not to
over fill them, no more than 3/4 full. . .  they explode! Then bake for 25-ish
minutes, or until toothpick inserted comes out clean.

Then I made a little powdered sugar & milk glaze to drizzle over them
after they had cooled awhile.

Then count them as they roll down your throat.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Daddy's Birthday !!!☆



DADDY ! ! ! !

I don't know why Mom is making
us sit out here, but
Happy Birthday!!!!

Olivia had no interest in taking
the picture. . she
wanted only to look
at the balloons.

Bubba wanted to

To the best Daddy in
the entire world !!!

We LOVE you. . .


Monday, July 21, 2014

Days End

Daddy knows a lot. . .
Mommy knows

You got that right Mr. 

My newest line of Zinnia's that
are out.

Do not count me out of your
social circle over this dog.
As a matter of
fact. . .
I LOVE this moldy green dawg.
It holds a my-noot fraction
of my ever growing thread stash.

Wait. . . .?

What. . . .?

Ain't no way.

Ain't no way, no how that's my house.

What in the thunder has happened around these parts???

If you hear a strange noise. . . yes. . . that would be my
mother hyperventilating/having a mild infarction.

Some things are just inevitable.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

among the flowers

I caught him "giving" her
some rocks.

Does this not make you feel
happy inside? Dear
little Miss Jones.

Our little light bulb.

When Bode-man got up this morning
we saw the flowers dripping
rain outside his window. I thot it rather

Good Day to you all.

Friday, July 11, 2014

That Bee

Really Wonky Hair-do

Had a playdate at the park
& Mr. Bodie got a hold of a little
ladie's doll.

Last winter sometime, I got the huge
desire to grow some Zinnia's.
They have got to be one of my favorite
in the large flower family.
I have this silly little dream that
one day I'll have an acre or two
just plum full of zinnia's.
Then when I go somewhere
or my buddy has a birthday, I'll pop the
kids into the red wagon and off we'll go to gather
flowers. Josh will water them. At any
rate I'm in love with the few that I
have this year.

Now about that bee. Olivia Deane 


I'm not talking about one of those fuzzy cutsy little buzzing
bees. No-sirree-bob. A loud frantic scurrying bee. Hornet. Wasp
Call it whatever you want. The morning started out fine but
her good mood went right down the toilet. She wouldn't eat lunch,
wouldn't eat supper. . . .
Who drinks????
Who naps????
Sit on the chair??
Stand in the standing table???

Merciful heavenly days. This toddler stage is for the birds.
I'm really not a fan. We all know she has Cerebral Palsy. So 
then on these days I start thinking. . . is something malfunctioning?
Did something happen when I wasn't looking? Did she forget how to eat?
Why did she like me yesterday, only to REALLY dislike me on July 11?

She screamed so hard I couldn't hear myself think. Got so stiff I couldn't
hold her. Turned bright red. Like 68 times.

Fast Forward to Josh getting home at 8:30. He walks into the bedroom 
where she is stiff and screaming, picks her up, plunks her in his lap.
5 minutes later that bottle was drained, preceeded by her happy face.
I just stared at her. You just remember next time you see her in 
public and she looks like she might not be participating. Well
she is. She has just as many opinions as you, my friend.
It alarms me. That child has stumped me for sure.

Meanwhile, Bodie uses everything as a drum. His favorite thing
is the dishwasher. . .he also deems it neccessary to taste test 
each and every rock on this place. Today I found him digging
in the trash, out came my old pop can and he was desperately
trying to drink it. 

Now I'm going to go to sleep. I will dream feverishly for 7 hours,
and then the cycle  will start over.