It's My Life

Missouri Powerball is tonight. The jackpot is 550 million dollars. That is the second highest jackpot in Powerball history. I am sure I am not alone in allowing myself to dream about winning it. Dream. At least for a few moments. What am I dreaming about? A new home. One with an indoor basketball court and walk-in closets! Of course the house would also have to have a great kitchen. A crafting room. A play room. And plenty of room for the kids and their friends.                                  2. A lake home. Wouldn't a home on a lake be a great place to spend your weekends. Think of the family memories.                                 3. Maybe a new car? Absolutely...a new car would be in order!                            ...

I have seen the cute photos on Pinterest.  Some of my friends joined in.  I tried to resist. But Santa sent this cute little scout elf to live in our household. The family {OK, so really The Short Chic} named her....Isabella. The Short Chic was less than thrilled with the no-touch rule. I gave her one long hug before we named her. Then on the tree Isabella went. Do you have a scout elf? Where does he/she like to hide?

The Husband has turned into quite the smoker. {Not the tobacco type. The type you cook meat with.} As he perfects his cut of meat, his rub, and his smoking technique I am left trying to find a dish that is worthy to sit next to his ribs. My Grandma grew up in the south.  Grits are something I have been familiar with for a long time. I use to love them fried. I still love them for breakfast. I find that you either love Grits or you hate them. There is no in-between. These grits are cheesy. And buttery. And smooth. With a tiny crunch on the outside. Awesomeness in a side dish. They hold there own next to the smoked to perfection ribs! Baked Cheesy Grits 1 quart milk 1/2 cup butter 1 cup uncooked grits (not the instant type) 1 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon white pepper 1 cup Cheddar Cheese 1/3 cup butter 1/2 grated Parmesan Cheese Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a baking dish with nonstick spray. Bring milk to a boil in a pot over medium heat. Melt 1/2 cup b...

My boss is retiring in a few short weeks. My coworkers and I are busy pulling together a retirement party {in between a crazy busy work schedule}! Tonight, I am overhauling this mailbox. It use to belong to one of my coworkers. And then it got damaged. She got a new one and passed this one off to me. The Husband banged out the dents and reattached the flag.  I am painting one side of it with chalkboard paint.  I am so excited to use this at the retirement party!

Election day. I was at my polling place before 6:00 a.m. I was met with a long line of traffic to get to the polling place. The parking lot already packed at 5:50 a.m.                                           I was not expecting the line. {Evident by the fact that I did not wear a jacket. I did bring my coffee!} It took me 45 some minutes from the time I got out of my car to the time I got back into it.  I can't complain. A friend of mine, who lives in Miami, posted on Facebook this past weekend that she waited in line for 9 hours in order to vote.  Then I came home and watched the evening world news. My heart goes out to all those voters who live in New Jersey and other places hit hard by Hurricane Sandy.  My little 45 minute wait seems pale in comparison.  I can't explain why but I always feel strong after I vote. Like I just acc...

I love trick or treaters! Every year, I rush home, turn on my light, and wait for the door bell. I love it! When we moved into this neighborhood four years ago, I was so disappointed because there were not the high number of trick or treaters that I was hoping for. Every year our number of trick or treaters has grown. So, when we decided to not be home for trick or treating, I still wanted to encourage trick or treating. I left home with the light on, a bucket of candy on the front porch and a sign saying "Sorry we couldn't be here to see you in person. Please take a treat ...or 2..but remember to save some for those who will come after you." I have to say, all of my friends laughed at me. They poked fun as they told me that candy would be gone on the first visitor. All I could say is, "I hope not." I wanted to believe in good manners. Getting home late last night, after our playoff football game, I was so excited to get to the bucket to assess the situa...