<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:20:39.113-05:00</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Ponderings over the clothesline of insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>My reflections of life fresh from the clothesline.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-3035085099773084202</id><published>2009-01-19T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:36:44.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>DO NOT make this cake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southernplate.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/chocolate-velvet-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.southernplate.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/chocolate-velvet-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Picture source: www.southernplate.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nless...&lt;br /&gt;You are on a diet and need an excuse to get off it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind eating at least two pieces of this evil cake in one day.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind hiding in the kitchen with the lights turned off while eating your THIRD piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;You want to hide the remainder of your cake in the oven for fear of the rest of your family finding out that the cake you made has 3 missing pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe, courtesy of Southern Plate.   Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chocolate Velvet Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Box any flavor of chocolate cake mix (I use Duncan Hines)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Cup sour cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 Cup milk&lt;/strong&gt; (I used half and half -- only because I was out of milk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 Cup oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-2 tsp butter flavoring (can substitute vanilla)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup chocolate chips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 heaping T cocoa powder, plus more for dusting pans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preheat oven to 350.&lt;br /&gt;Grease pans with shortening and dust with cocoa powder. Combine all ingredients into mixing bowl, except chocolate chips. Mix about two minutes, or until well blended. Mix in chocolate chips. Divide evenly among prepared pans and let cook until done, about 25 minutes. Let sit in pans for ten minutes before turning out to cool completely. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cream Cheese Icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ounces cream cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 stick margarine or butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 1/2 to 4 cups confectioner’s sugar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-2 tsp butter flavoring (can substitute Vanilla)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soften cream cheese and margarine by leaving out on counter until it reaches room temperature. Combine the two in a mixing bowl and mix until well blended. Add sugar. Mix until smooth. Add flavoring and mix some more until well incorporated and icing is creamy. Ice cooled cake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-3035085099773084202?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/3035085099773084202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=3035085099773084202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3035085099773084202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3035085099773084202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-make-this-cake.html' title='DO NOT make this cake...'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-3551654518115848964</id><published>2009-01-18T08:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:02:53.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SXMuMN7VUaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hPZCJgt3AL0/s1600-h/Freindship_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SXMuMN7VUaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hPZCJgt3AL0/s400/Freindship_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624774522294690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have met some amazing women on the wonderful world web.  Debbie from &lt;a href="http://fromacreativeheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;From A Creative Heart&lt;/a&gt; is just one of them.  She is one of the most talented, gracious, down-to-Earth women I know.  Despite life's daily challenges, she still manages to hold her head high, recognize all of the blessings God has given her and still has the ability to laugh - even through tears.  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fromacreativeheart.blogspot.com"&gt;Her blog&lt;/a&gt;, if you haven't checked it out, totally encompasses the true spirit of who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came to me as no surprise that Debbie was given this award and was delighted to receive it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes for self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propogated. Please give more attention to these writers!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Thanks Debbie.  I luv ya hun :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of paying forward, I'll like to pass this award to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany from Making Room for Serendipity.  Tiffany is one of my BFF from the internet.  Her blog is filled with some of the most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, compassionate writings you will find on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa from &lt;a&gt;Heart and Home.  &lt;/a&gt;Melissa is such a positive gal with a fabulous house, a great outlook on life and a very warm and inviting blog. &lt;a href="http://melissasheartandhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruth Anne from &lt;a href="http://warmpiehappyhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Warm Pie, Happy Home&lt;/a&gt;.  This blog encapsulates the word "cuteness".  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandy Toes from &lt;a href="http://shellinyourpocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shell In Your Pocket&lt;/a&gt;.  A new blog that I have started to blogstalk LOL  It's such a nice, warm place to visit  - full of decorating, cooking and fun girl talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And one of my favorites.. &lt;a href="http://j-a-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris from Just A Girl&lt;/a&gt;.   Her blog is filled with inspiring home decor ideas, style and friendship.  What else could you ask for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-3551654518115848964?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/3551654518115848964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=3551654518115848964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3551654518115848964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3551654518115848964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SXMuMN7VUaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hPZCJgt3AL0/s72-c/Freindship_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-7897317547033524180</id><published>2009-01-13T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:19:43.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to way too much digital music today as I catch up on some cleaning and have heard many songs from my youth.  It's funny how one song can transport you back in time *smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my question... think ... think far back... back to your junior or senior year of high school.  No excuses, I know you can do it.  Humor me.  Try.  What music is playing inside of your head?  Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here... at the risk of embarrassment, I'll got first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a rollerskating rink in Massachusetts, holding my first boyfriend's hand and sharing my first kiss during "couples skate".  Yes Danny, I still think about you over twenty years later :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip1zsUIosoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip1zsUIosoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-7897317547033524180?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/7897317547033524180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=7897317547033524180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7897317547033524180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7897317547033524180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/retro-tuesday.html' title='Retro Tuesday'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-7134807555277873503</id><published>2009-01-09T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:35:15.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Pizzah</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SWgIUvB7SJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XvyBSqupXMA/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SWgIUvB7SJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XvyBSqupXMA/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now something a little different :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DH emailed me a recipe (which he rarely does) so I thought I'd suprise him by making it for dinner tonight. While it is not your conventional pizza, it is complex, cheesy and incredibly wonderful. We will be making this pizza again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza a la Carbonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 10-ounce package refrigerated pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;3 green onions, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound (10 to 11 slices) bacon, crisp-cooked, drained, and crumbled&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan Pizza Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced fresh mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups shredded Monterey Jack cheese (6 ounces)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Lightly grease an 11- to 13-inch pizza pan. Unroll pizza dough and transfer to greased pan, pressing dough out with your hands. Build up edges slightly. Prick generously with a fork. Bake in a 425 degree F oven for 7 to 10 minutes or until lightly browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spread Parmesan Pizza Sauce over hot crust. Top with bacon, mushrooms, and green onions. Sprinkle with Monterey Jack cheese. Bake about 12 minutes more or until cheese melts and sauce is bubbly. Let stand 5 minutes before serving. Makes 4 servings.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-7134807555277873503?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/7134807555277873503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=7134807555277873503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7134807555277873503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7134807555277873503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizzah.html' title='Pizzah'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SWgIUvB7SJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XvyBSqupXMA/s72-c/IMG_0450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-5365059253564001142</id><published>2009-01-09T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:46:20.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm playing with only a half deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forpetsandkidsake.com/mcart/images/playing_cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://forpetsandkidsake.com/mcart/images/playing_cards.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt; Friday everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever wonder what happens when half of a deck of playing cards takes a spin with your colored laundry and sits overnight in your washer?  You get one giant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pulpy&lt;/span&gt; mess.  Good grief.  Anybody know how to get fix pulp mashed all over your favorite pair of blue jeans and knit capris?  I mean seriously... I pulled my jeans out of the laundry and they look like a pair of acid washed jeans from 90s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-5365059253564001142?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/5365059253564001142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=5365059253564001142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5365059253564001142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5365059253564001142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-im-playing-with-only-half-deck.html' title='Why I&apos;m playing with only a half deck'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-3163775086498021987</id><published>2009-01-07T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:59:16.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So it's been my first week back in the wonderful, wacky world of Preschool. As usual, my own children have been less than enthusiastic to return to Elementary school but we're slowly making it over the hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January has already brought me many challenges but I'm feeling rather brain dead tonight. So instead of masterminding a more meaningful post, I decided to cook LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I made Asian Chicken Slaw. If you like this kinda thing, you definitely need to make it. It came out restaurant quality! The presentation of this salad is a sight to behold. I woulda/shoulda taken a picture of it but alas my camera would not cooperate. Bring it to your next party. You'll get lots of ooooos and awes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Chicken Slaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (16-ounce) bag coleslaw mix&lt;br /&gt;1 pound cooked chicken, shredded (I cubed it into small pieces)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups broccoli florets, blanched&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar snap peas, blanched&lt;br /&gt;1 red bell pepper, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced scallions&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped cashews (optional) ... I used rice noodles (similar to lo-mein noodles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing: (I doubled the sauce and served it on the side. Warning: this is one gianormous salad LOL so I would recommend serving the dressing on the side to prevent the remainder of the salad from wilting before consumption).&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons white vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons smooth peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon freshly grated ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large bowl, toss together the coleslaw mix, chicken, broccoli, snap peas, red pepper, and scallions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a medium bowl, stir the soy sauce, vinegar, peanut butter, sugar, minced garlic, and grated ginger until well blended. Slowly whisk in the canola oil and sesame oil. Season the mixture with salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Toss the salad with the dressing. Offer chopped cashews on the side as a crunchy topping, if you like. Makes 10 servings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-3163775086498021987?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/3163775086498021987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=3163775086498021987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3163775086498021987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3163775086498021987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/wacky-wednesday_07.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-5921266251897611283</id><published>2009-01-03T05:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:19:59.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>I've been cooking again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, I'll confess... for some time, I had been going through a cooking funk.  Those of you who know me personally, know this is not like me all.  Along with the seemingly neverending holiday parties and school functions came many fast food meals, not-so-fast restaurant meals and quickie sandwich meals at home.  It's a wonder I didn't gain 50-lbs LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to great websites and blogs like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.southernplate.com"&gt;Southern Plate&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Year of Crockpotting&lt;/a&gt; I am officially happy that I'm over my slump :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new family favorite is Southern Plates' Butterfinger Cake.  Now I will warn you. This cake is "to die for".  It probably has a 5,000 calories per serving but it is so worth it.  Make it for the next pot luck or family gathering.  It'll make you the cooking Diva that I know you are.  Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Butterfinger Cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 box devil’s food cake mix&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle caramel topping (I used Smuckers)&lt;br /&gt;1 can Condensed milk&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 large tub cool whip&lt;br /&gt;1 Butterfinger bar (Oddly I couldn't find a single "large bar" so I bought a 8-pack of mini butterfingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prepare cake according to package directions. Immediately after removing cake from oven, poke several holes all over the top with a fork. Mix sweetened condensed milk and caramel together, pour over hot cake, spread it over the entire cake. Chill well. After cake has chilled completely, spread cool whip over the top and sprinkle crushed Butterfinger bar on top of cool whip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-5921266251897611283?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/5921266251897611283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=5921266251897611283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5921266251897611283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5921266251897611283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-cooking-again.html' title='I&apos;ve been cooking again!'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-7601231734833974038</id><published>2009-01-02T21:46:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:16:14.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post of 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my absence.  Here in the land of Preschool, school is about to start up again *sigh* which means for teachers we get to spend our last days of vacation doing "teachery" type of stuff like tweak our curriculum, generate newsletters and calendars... oh and did I mention adjust to our new puppy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest addition to our family.  Her name is Chloe.  Aren't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SV7Yv7ATkMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZYwey5AOlsU/s1600-h/chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SV7Yv7ATkMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZYwey5AOlsU/s400/chloe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286901330383966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe is a wire haired daschund.  We rescued her from the local animal control center.  She's 2-years-old and a lovable sweet doggy :-)  We feel very blessed to have her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to a completely different subject matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SV9I6q5b61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_IrQ6_5UNCs/s1600-h/125button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SV9I6q5b61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_IrQ6_5UNCs/s400/125button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287024660341058386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend, &lt;a href="http://rundpinne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;... I decided to sign up for &lt;a href="http://islandlife808.com/"&gt;Aloha Fridays&lt;/a&gt;.  So my question to you today is "What is your favorite memory of 2008"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memory was our first camping trip in our pop-up camper!  By the grace of God, my DH's boss let us borrow his pop-up camper for Spring Break.  We camped in &lt;a href="http://www.jellystoneflorida.com/"&gt;Yogi Bear Campground&lt;/a&gt;.  I caught 5 bass fish that trip.. DH, (the self-proclaimed almighty fisherman) caught ZIPPO LOL  Little did I know that this single trip would hook our family... hook, line and sinker into the wonderful world of pop-up camping.  We are now proud owners of the aforementioned camper and cherish every camping trip we have.  It is truly a gift of family bonding time surrounded by God's blessing of natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and yours the very best in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-7601231734833974038?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/7601231734833974038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=7601231734833974038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7601231734833974038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/7601231734833974038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-post-of-2009.html' title='My first post of 2009'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SV7Yv7ATkMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZYwey5AOlsU/s72-c/chloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-4830691839823866858</id><published>2008-12-28T09:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:21:32.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning recipe</title><content type='html'>Good morning all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody had a fabulous Christmas.  I am happy to report that Christmas came and went with lots of smiles and hugs from my little ones.  While Christmas this year was on a much smaller scale, the kids didn't seem to notice and it was more relaxing all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big "family gift" this year given to me by my sweet Mom and Dad was Wii Fit.  Good thing we got it, since we've been partaking in seasonal goodies.  Heck, what's 30 minutes of exercise if I can eat Christmas cookies and fudge without guilt? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of goodies, I've got these ridiculously easy muffins &lt;s&gt; baking in the&lt;/s&gt; came out of the oven right now.  While the recipe is simple, these muffins are incredibly good are often requested in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVeJmpI4ztI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XuonGLpTYCk/s1600-h/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left; width: 257px; height: 410px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVeJmpI4ztI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XuonGLpTYCk/s320/muffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 75%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Hershey's Cinnamon Chip Muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups  bisquick® baking mix&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup  sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons  vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 egg -- slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  HERSHEY'S Cinnamon Chips&lt;br /&gt;2/3  cup  milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 400°F. Grease or paperline 12 muffin cups (2-1/2-inches in diameter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir together baking mix, sugar, vegetable oil, egg, cinnamon chips and milk in medium bowl just until moistened. Divide batter evenly into prepared muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake 15 to 18 minutes or just until browned. Cool slightly; remove from pan. 12 muffins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-4830691839823866858?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/4830691839823866858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=4830691839823866858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4830691839823866858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4830691839823866858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-all-i-hope-everybody-had.html' title='Sunday morning recipe'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVeJmpI4ztI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XuonGLpTYCk/s72-c/muffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-8042557165463267135</id><published>2008-12-24T10:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:43:34.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Christmas Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f349/captainharlock999/SnoopyChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f349/captainharlock999/SnoopyChristmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;em&gt;Wrapping paper, for sure.  While gift bags are convenient for sure, there's nothing prettier to me than a gift wrapped up in pretty Christmas wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Real tree or Artificial? &lt;em&gt;Artificial but only because you can put them up easier and it doesn't involve my husband's help LOL  I really do love having a real tree and will probably have one again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you put up the tree? &lt;em&gt;As tradition in our home, the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When do you take the tree down? &lt;em&gt;Usually the weekend after January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Do you like eggnog?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yep love it.  My Dad makes his own every year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;em&gt;A black puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;em&gt;  My parents.  They appreciate everything but it's getting harder to find something they actually don't have or need LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easiest person to buy for? &lt;em&gt;My daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;em&gt;Yes, purchased while I was in Mexico made of alabaster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;em&gt;Mail.  I usually mail Christmas cards every year but wasn't able to get them out on time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;em&gt;Nuts.  I despise nuts and one year, every child in my classroom (that was 18 children) gave me a canister of nuts LOL  My husband was in heaven that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;em&gt;It's a Wonderful Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;em&gt;Last night?  No seriously... I think I started right after Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;em&gt;Christmas cookies.  Peanut butter kiss cookies to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lights on the tree? &lt;em&gt;Colored but only because my husband and children insist on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Favorite Christmas song? &lt;em&gt;The Christmas Song sung by Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;em&gt;Stay home.  Thankfully, I have both sets of parents here in neighboring towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? &lt;em&gt;Uhm, are you kidding?  I am a preschool teacher, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;em&gt;We open one on Xmas Eve and the rest on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Tie:  &lt;em&gt;TV commercials and my husband's family bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Favorite ornament theme or color? &lt;em&gt;I collect snowflakes (lol) since we don't get snow here in Florida.  Actually, I am a native New Englander and it reminds me of all of my cherished childhood Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What do you want for Christmas this year? &lt;em&gt;I'm already getting it... Christmas break with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Angel or star on top tree: &lt;em&gt;Star&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite meal: &lt;em&gt;Spiral glazed ham. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now if you are still reading... consider yourself tagged :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-8042557165463267135?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/8042557165463267135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=8042557165463267135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8042557165463267135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8042557165463267135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-meme.html' title='Christmas Meme'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-3075824859563395055</id><published>2008-12-23T08:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:33:03.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>More of my favorite things and a recipe</title><content type='html'>Today is day number 2 of "Display Your Pitiful Christmas Decoration Day".  Yes, I should be doing other things today like oh... baking, cleaning, cooking, finishing Christmas shopping but this time of year is when I let my procrastinating nature really shine through.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me though, I'll get it done.   Sadly, I'm actually ahead of years past where I was sitting up at midnight wrapping presents.  This year I've actually got about 75% of my presents already wrapped and under the tree.  And today, to soothe my nerves, will probably be a baking day for me.   (For all of four of my BFF who actually follow my blog, today is afterall haircut day.  Listen for the scream at approximately 5:00pm EDT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further rambling, here are some of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During a more creative moment, I decided to pull my 11-year-old's tricycle that I had been storing in the attic and fill it with my 8-year-olds teddy bear collection.  Cute, huh? Sorry about the wire there.  I should have fixed it before I took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDvvztZgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M7v_yINAYns/s1600-h/christmas16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDvvztZgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M7v_yINAYns/s400/christmas16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985967519105106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very silly Santa that arrived in my husband's stocking a couple of Christmas seasons ago.  When turned on, he really plays the drums ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDyF5Yg7fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W6dxyxL89-c/s1600-h/christmas14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDyF5Yg7fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W6dxyxL89-c/s400/christmas14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282988546022501874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My snowy wreath.  Actually, I should have taken a picture of this whole room which we now call the snowy room LOL  I flocked a cheapie wreath with snow and of course added all of my snowflake ornaments.  Below it on my mantle, is a flocked garand filled with twinkling snowflake lights.  It came out very pretty.  My family loves this room now.  It is filled with sparkly lights.  They actually turn these lights on before the Christmas tree room.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDymqncR0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6vF6WeLH1Us/s1600-h/christmas17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDymqncR0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6vF6WeLH1Us/s400/christmas17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282989108994262850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another silly Santa.  This was actually given to me by a little boy from my class about 3 years ago.  He's actually a votive candle holder.  Can you see those stars?  They actually look quite magical when a candle is glowing inside of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDzXmd83wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/foICvDEC4Jg/s1600-h/christmas13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDzXmd83wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/foICvDEC4Jg/s400/christmas13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282989949694304002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally this music box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDzzC36g0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/eqk8ErKEjMs/s1600-h/christmas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDzzC36g0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/eqk8ErKEjMs/s400/christmas+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282990421175862082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reminds me of the real wood burning stove that my Grandmother had in her farmhouse in Vermont.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that I've tortured you long enough, here's a new recipe courtesy of the &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crockpot Lady&lt;/a&gt;.  I made a batch of it last night to warm us up after ice skating.  Ice skating in Florida?  Yep, it's true...'cept it wasn't ice.  But I'll save that for a whole different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-punch-crockpot-recipe-non.html"&gt;Holiday Punch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4 cups cranberry juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4 cups pineapple juice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup hot tamales or red hots candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.celiaccentral.org/SiteData/docs/GlutenFreeCandyListOctober2007/893dd6468fd9423bbb90496756cf8b03/GlutenFreeCandyListOctober2007.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 cinnamon stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Directions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This serves 6. Combine juices in your crockpot, and add hot tamales or red hots. Cover and cook on high for 2 hours, or on low for 4-5. Stir. The candy will pretty much dissolve, leaving just a hint of cinnamony-flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladle into mugs, garnishing with an extra cinnamon stick if desire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:  This was a huge hit with my family.  Being the sugar monsters that we are, we did add in more&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; hot tamales&lt;/span&gt; candy in it.  What a special Christmas treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-3075824859563395055?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/3075824859563395055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=3075824859563395055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3075824859563395055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/3075824859563395055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-of-my-favorite-things-and-recipe.html' title='More of my favorite things and a recipe'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SVDvvztZgFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M7v_yINAYns/s72-c/christmas16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-8645027879740073178</id><published>2008-12-22T09:13:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:14:02.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Display Your Pitiful Christmas Decoration Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-l01IgkOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WqPzD5Dq9xE/s1600-h/christmas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-l01IgkOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WqPzD5Dq9xE/s400/christmas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623214963429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Debbie over at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fromacreativeheart.blogspot.com"&gt;From A Creative Heart&lt;/a&gt;, today is "Display Your Pitiful Christmas Decoration Day" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, er um, "holiday" (?) is an inside joke.  Debbie gave me a tip to go check out &lt;a href="http://warmpiehappyhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Warm Pie, Happy Home&lt;/a&gt; for some inspiration.  Girls, if you haven't checked this blog out,  go run and check it out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; you look at my pictures.  You simply won't believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RuthAnn's&lt;/span&gt; beautiful house.  She makes Martha Stewart look like Roseanne Barr *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;*  Her house is so beautiful that I told Debbie that was going to slit my wrist with holly and delete all of my Christmas tree pictures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;..... a holiday was born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further delay, here is this year's Christmas tree.  This year, I added in white lights with the colored lights and loved the effect.  It kind of added a snowy feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-jdZUO1RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4cUCaSu1JDE/s1600-h/christmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 509px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-jdZUO1RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4cUCaSu1JDE/s400/christmas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282620613336159506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey cool tree... can you tell us a little about some of the more meaning Christmas ornaments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh so glad you asked.  You really did ask, I promise you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While this is definitely not the prettiest ornament on the tree, it is definitely the oldest.  It was given to me by my Grandmother back in 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-nNygLSMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4LKN822O0Pg/s1600-h/christmas+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-nNygLSMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4LKN822O0Pg/s400/christmas+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282624743265749186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another "vintage" ornament given to me by the same Grandmother back in 1972.  The picture really doesn't do it justice.  You'll just have to take my word on it.  Grandma G. was not known as being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crafter&lt;/span&gt; at all so this ornament will remain one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-n2dMrlzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NftlZD5JWKA/s1600-h/christmas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-n2dMrlzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NftlZD5JWKA/s400/christmas8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282625441921472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another vintage ornament from 1973.  This was given to me by Santa the same Christmas Santa brought me a real poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-o-13cBKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2f5GxQ1aaC0/s1600-h/christmas+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-o-13cBKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2f5GxQ1aaC0/s400/christmas+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282626685493839010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ornament was given to me by a co-worker the year my son was born.  It is ceramic.  I always get very sentimental every time I hang this on our tree :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-pd0FfuiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Iyv24D7cR58/s1600-h/christmas+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-pd0FfuiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Iyv24D7cR58/s400/christmas+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282627217591876130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some relatively newer additions to my tree.  I love retro Christmas items.  These two ornaments came from &lt;a href="http://www.christmasplace.com/"&gt;The Christmas Place&lt;/a&gt; on one of our many trips to Tennessee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-rEziQklI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ry4R_6TqFFc/s1600-h/christmas15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-rEziQklI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ry4R_6TqFFc/s400/christmas15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282628986970608210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-raYoVYyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XXvChbqoFlE/s1600-h/christmas12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-raYoVYyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XXvChbqoFlE/s400/christmas12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282629357705454370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ornament came from Tennessee as well.  I love him.  He reminds me of my childhood in New England where chickadees are native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-sKIoR-cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lq_dHiN7aR8/s1600-h/christmas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-sKIoR-cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lq_dHiN7aR8/s400/christmas10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282630178043984322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new ornament I received this year from one of my students.  The reindeer appears to be made out of real bark.  I wish I could have gotten a better picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-swhAO0WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/63aU6_sloK8/s1600-h/christmas9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-swhAO0WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/63aU6_sloK8/s400/christmas9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282630837421920610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And one last ornament (for today), it was given to me by my Director. Those are simulated pearls and rhinestones that are inlaid into the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-tRucmfTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O2PEqZ9uc68/s1600-h/christmas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-tRucmfTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O2PEqZ9uc68/s400/christmas11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282631407966256434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for taking a look at my "pitiful" Christmas decorations.  As you can see, our Christmas tree may not be beautiful and "perfect" but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt; perfectly decorated with much love and memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-8645027879740073178?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/8645027879740073178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=8645027879740073178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8645027879740073178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8645027879740073178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/display-your-pitiful-christmas.html' title='Display Your Pitiful Christmas Decoration Day'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU-l01IgkOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WqPzD5Dq9xE/s72-c/christmas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2062917399917489821</id><published>2008-12-21T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:46:24.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><content type='html'>Here is the recipe for the fabulous Chicken Sesame that I mentioned earlier on Twitter.  A word of caution:  If you decide to make this for your family, you'll get much admiration from your family and they'll say things like "Oh this tastes better than the Chinese restaurant" (which translates loosely into now we don't have to go out for Chinese anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this recipe tastes like "the real deal".  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt; &lt;div class="submitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;div class="ingredients"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 whole &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=221" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=221"&gt;boneless chicken  breasts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=473" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=473"&gt;light soy sauce&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=184" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=184"&gt;cooking wine&lt;/a&gt; or  &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=388" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=388"&gt;dry sherry&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 drops &lt;a title=""&gt;sesame oil&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=64" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=64"&gt;flour&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=137" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=137"&gt;cornstarch&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=6" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=6"&gt;baking powder&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=7" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=7"&gt;baking soda&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon &lt;a title=""&gt;vegetable oil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=459"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=154" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=154"&gt;chicken broth&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/8-1/4 cup &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=680" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=680"&gt;white  vinegar&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title=""&gt;rice wine vinegar&lt;/a&gt; (depending on how sweet you  want the sauce)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=137" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=137"&gt;cornstarch&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=139" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=139"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=473" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=473"&gt;dark soy sauce&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title=""&gt;sesame oil&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon &lt;a title=""&gt;chili paste&lt;/a&gt; (or more)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=165" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=165"&gt;garlic  clove&lt;/a&gt; (minced) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title=""&gt;Peanut oil&lt;/a&gt; (3 1/2-4 cups) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons &lt;a title="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=344" href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=344"&gt;toasted sesame  seeds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="steps"&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;Cut the chicken into 1-inch cubes. Mix the marinade  ingredients (the first 9 ingredients listed) and marinate the chicken for 20  minutes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;To prepare the sauce:.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;Mix together all of the sauce ingredients (the LAST 9  ingredients beginning with water). Pour them into a small pot and bring to a  boil, stirring continuously. Turn the heat down to low and keep warm while you  are deep-frying the chicken.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;To deep-fry the chicken:.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;Add the marinated chicken pieces a few at a time, and  deep-fry until golden brown. Drain on paper towels and then place chicken in  warm oven (130 degrees) while you continue frying. Repeat with the remainder of  the chicken. Just before you are finished deep-frying, bring the sauce back up  to a boil.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="recipetext"&gt;Place the chicken on a large platter and pour the  sauce over. Sprinkle with sesame seeds. Serve the Sesame Chicken with  rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;form name="secret_login" action="/members/login.php" method="post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;input name="email" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input value="0" name="existing" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt; &lt;table style="margin-top: 5px;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2062917399917489821?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2062917399917489821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2062917399917489821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2062917399917489821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2062917399917489821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-574884070646382237</id><published>2008-12-21T20:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:18:34.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa came early for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU73urAmqCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4PaEEaTcACk/s1600-h/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU73urAmqCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4PaEEaTcACk/s400/bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431794143471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found today!  Seems Santa must have gotten my address wrong and delivered this to a neighbor's house instead *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday it was such a beautiful day that our family decided to take a leisurely bike ride around our neighborhood.  On a whim, I decided to peddle down a road that I have never been down  before.    And there she was.  Sitting in somebody's driveway with a sign that said "For Sale $25".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I ignored my family's plea not to trespass and to pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease get out of the driveway before somebody saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck may have it, the homeowner "Steve" came out and said, "Hi!  Merry Christmas!  Hey are you guys interested in that bench?  You can have it for free.  My wife told me to bring it to Goodwill today but if you want it... it's all yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I did a happy dance and thanked my new BFF (*lol*) I peddled home at warp speed and drove back to Steve's house to bring my new addition home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Santa Steve :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-574884070646382237?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/574884070646382237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=574884070646382237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/574884070646382237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/574884070646382237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-came-early-for-me.html' title='Santa came early for me!'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU73urAmqCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4PaEEaTcACk/s72-c/bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-4186161026368873416</id><published>2008-12-20T10:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:09:18.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/sl/08/12/cheese-tray-sl-1860204-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 332px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/sl/08/12/cheese-tray-sl-1860204-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is a mere 4 days of Christmas and I still trying to nail down what I'm going to serve my family for dinner. Thankfully, I have parents and In-laws who basically love anything I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year it seems to get a little bit more difficult to plan meals since our beloved parents seem to develop various ailments which prevent them from eating the foods we love but I do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I have definitely decided on is a nice spiraled ham.  I know a lot of people love Turkey or Roast Beef but there is something so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmasy&lt;/span&gt; about a glazed spiraled ham at Christmas. Plus we get to pick on the leftovers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what I have planned so far.  Again, from previous posts you know I don't like to commit to anything (even food) because you just never know... I might find something better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm going to cheat and serve an &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/food/entertaining/25-appetizers-00400000036363/page9.html"&gt;Italian Cheese Tray&lt;/a&gt;.   (That's the picture up there on top).  I might substitute or add in marinated mushrooms, add a block of either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roquefort&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; and maybe add some grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the main course, well.. that's where I'm still working out the specifics.  Seems our family gatherings have gotten into a rut and continue serving the same side dishes for every Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By request of my daughter, Sweet Potato Casserole.  This is a family favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatdoiknow.typepad.com/what_do_i_know/images/sweetpotatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://whatdoiknow.typepad.com/what_do_i_know/images/sweetpotatoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 1/2 quarts  mashed sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup  sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs -- beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons  vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  butter -- melted&lt;br /&gt;   Topping:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups  brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  butter -- melted&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  flour -- approximately&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mash potatoes, butter, sugar, vanilla and eggs together and pour into a greased baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, mix brown sugar, flour, and pecans. Stir in melted butter in small amounts until crumbly. You may not need all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle topping onto potatoes. Garnish with additional chopped or halved pecans on top. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU5KLBVWOjI/AAAAAAAAADs/bU8M3grugDs/s1600-h/red_bar_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU5KLBVWOjI/AAAAAAAAADs/bU8M3grugDs/s200/red_bar_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282240966149159474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new addition to the Christmas table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/scalloped-potato-gratin-recipe/index.html"&gt;Tyler Florence's Scalloped Potato Gratin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2008/02/28/easter_ScallopedPotato_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2008/02/28/easter_ScallopedPotato_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 1/2 cups heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1 sprig fresh thyme&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds russet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/8-inch thick slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="cimotif" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted green; color: green; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer;"&gt;Salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; float: none; position: static;" src="http://a19.g.akamai.net/7/19/7125/1450/Ocellus.coupons.com/_images/showlist_icon.gif" width="10" height="10" /&gt; and freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated Parmesan, plus more for broiling  &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a saucepan, heat up the cream with a sprig of thyme, chopped garlic and nutmeg.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;While cream is heating up, butter a casserole dish. Place a layer of potato in an overlapping pattern and season with salt and pepper. Remove cream from heat, then pour a little over the potatoes. Top with some grated Parmesan. Make 2 more layers. Bake, uncovered, for 45 minutes. Sprinkle some more Parmesan and broil until cheese browns, about 5 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU5KLBVWOjI/AAAAAAAAADs/bU8M3grugDs/s1600-h/red_bar_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU5KLBVWOjI/AAAAAAAAADs/bU8M3grugDs/s200/red_bar_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282240966149159474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining vegetables are pretty much up in the air right now.  I might just go basic steamed so it won't compete with the other flavors of the meal.  I will also make the Cranberry Bliss (see former post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm actually contemplating on making a chocolate dessert station.  Buckeyes, Brownies, slices of peanut butter pie, gourmet chocolate bars.  Oh yum.  Good thing Santa is bringing me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit this year.  I'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-4186161026368873416?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/4186161026368873416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=4186161026368873416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4186161026368873416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4186161026368873416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SU5KLBVWOjI/AAAAAAAAADs/bU8M3grugDs/s72-c/red_bar_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-6783860907375160750</id><published>2008-12-19T06:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:55:50.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cookie Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-lu.hive.no/plansjer/engelsk/baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 593px; height: 403px;" src="http://www-lu.hive.no/plansjer/engelsk/baking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today over at &lt;a href="http://fromacreativeheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;From A Creative Heart&lt;/a&gt;, Debbie and Darlene from &lt;a href="http://ourcreativelife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Creative Life&lt;/a&gt; are cleverly hosting a first Cookie Swap.  What a brilliant idea and no calories either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Here are my contributions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a cheesecake fan, this cookies is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Cheesecake Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1                cup butter&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4             ounces cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1                cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1           teaspoon grated lemon rind&lt;br /&gt;1         tablespoon lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4           cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1           teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4           cup  fine graham cracker crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the cheese filing:&lt;br /&gt;4             ounces cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;2        tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2      teaspoon  lemon rind&lt;br /&gt;1 egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;1         tablespoon half and half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream butter, cream cheese and sugar until blended.  Add egg, lemon rind and lemon juice.  Mix well.  Combine flour and baking powder.  Add to first mixture and blend well.  Cover.  Chill for at least 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape dough into 1-inch balls.  Roll in graham cracker crumbs.  Arrange on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ungreased&lt;/span&gt; baking sheets.  With finger make an indentation in center of each cookie.   Fill with level 1/2-teaspoons of filling.  Bake at 350 for 20 minutes.  Remove to wire racks to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE FILLING: Beat together all ingredients until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s1600-h/red_bar_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s200/red_bar_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281469051789314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not your typical chocolate chip cookie recipe.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skor&lt;/span&gt; chips add such a wonderful caramel and richness to the cookie.  They are husband's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Skor&lt;/span&gt; bits &amp;amp; chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4  cups  all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon  baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon  salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup butter -- softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4  cup light brown sugar -- packed&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 each eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; toffee bits&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 375 degrees.  Stir together flour, baking soda and salt in medium bowl.  Beat butter, sugar, brown sugar and vanilla in large bowl until well blended.  Add eggs;  beat well.  Gradually add flour mixture, beating well.  Stir in toffee bits and chocolate chips.  Drop dough by rounded teaspoons onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ungreased&lt;/span&gt; cookie sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until lightly browned.  Cool slightly;  remove from cookie sheet to wire racks.  Cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s1600-h/red_bar_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s200/red_bar_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281469051789314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another family favorite.  Be forewarned, adults will fight over this fudge down to the last piece.  It is very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Baileys Irish Creme Fudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24  ounces  milk chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces  semisweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;14 ounces  marshmallow cream&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons  vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup  Bailey's Irish Cream liqueur&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 cups  sugar&lt;br /&gt;1  can  evaporated milk -- (12 ounce)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound  butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line a jelly roll pan (10 x 15 x 1 inch) with foil. Butter the foil.  In a very large heavy bowl, place all the chocolate chips,  marshmallow cream, vanilla and Bailey's Irish Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a heavy saucepan, combine the sugar, evaporated milk and butter over medium heat and bring to a boil. Cook slowly,  stirring constantly for 11 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the hot milk mixture over the chocolate chip mixture,  stirring by hand. The hot milk will melt the chocolate chips  and marshmallow cream. Continue to stir until everything is well blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour mixture into the prepared pan and chill  until set.   Turn out onto a large cutting board and peel off the foil. Cut into small squares. Store refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: about 5 pounds of fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s1600-h/red_bar_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s200/red_bar_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281469051789314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, this is the centerpiece that I'm bringing to Debbie's place.  I use it on my table on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Peppermint Pretzel Wreath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 ounces  vanilla flavored candy coating&lt;br /&gt;2 10 oz bags  Golden Flake large thin pretzels -- * see note&lt;br /&gt;6 3/4 ounces  peppermint candies -- crushed&lt;br /&gt;7 additional    peppermint candies&lt;br /&gt;5 small  Christmas bows -- optional&lt;br /&gt;1 box  wax paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place candy coating in a large glass bowl, and microwave at high for 1-1/2 minutes or until coating melts, stirring once.  Dip pretzels into candy coating, covering completely.  Place coated pretzels on wax paper; sprinkle heavily with crushed peppermint. Let dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a single layer of pretzels around outside edge of edge of a 12-inch serving tray.  Continue layering remaining pretzels until wreath is 3 inches high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon sever small dots of remaining melted candy around top of wreath; press whole peppermints gently onto the wreath, allowing dots of melted candy to act as "glue".  Let stand until firm.  Decorate with bows, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Original recipe calls for 1 10-oz. bag of pretzels. "We used Golden flake fat-free pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;You may want to buy two bags of pretzels just to be sure you get enough unbroken ones for the wreath."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-6783860907375160750?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/6783860907375160750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=6783860907375160750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/6783860907375160750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/6783860907375160750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-swap.html' title='Cookie Swap'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUuMHsQfCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaX_GWM_bac/s72-c/red_bar_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-4325070679784160988</id><published>2008-12-17T06:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:45:06.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUjoYt2MyDI/AAAAAAAAADE/qugJ1xvjs54/s1600-h/Mary+Richards+Hat+Toss+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUjoYt2MyDI/AAAAAAAAADE/qugJ1xvjs54/s200/Mary+Richards+Hat+Toss+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280726074413336626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school for me.  Hooray!  (Humming the theme song from Mary Tyler Moore) "She's gonna make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;".  Last night's Christmas concert (with my 28 preschool kiddos) went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;terrifically&lt;/span&gt;.  The children sang their hearts out and their faces were filled with pride.  It was an awesome site to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was a rebel and didn't wear the traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gawdy&lt;/span&gt; sweaters like the other teachers.  I chose to wear a simple black dress with Chanel rings on it and a sparkly silver high heels.  They'll be a price to pay (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) but what can I say?  I'm a non-conformist and those sweaters ... well, they are just not me.  Besides, what's wrong with getting dressed up for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have two announcements that I have been procrastinating on making.  If you know me personally or have read my previous post, you know I'm a procrastinator.  To me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination = perfectionism + commitment&lt;br /&gt;It's literally taken decades for me to figure out this personality flaw.  But at least recognizing it is the first step right?  Basically, I am a perfectionist.  And once I commit to something, it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be perfect.    If it's not perfect, I get irritated and/or frustrated and drop the whole project together.  I know, I know... it's an*l but it's just how I am.  So anytime I need to make a commitment to somebody or myself, I procrastinate until I'm 100% sure I can be perfect at whatever I am committing myself too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I know.  I need therapy.  Especially since there is probably nothing that I am perfect at doing  ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.  Did you just notice I have now successfully procrastinated writing my two announcements for a whole paragraph?  Yes, I know I should be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt;ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;.  Announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First announcement.  Giveaways.  Yep, we all love 'em.  Last week, I actually took my first stab at jewelry making.  Actually pendant making... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, which I then added to a double-tiered choker necklace.  Anyway, I made a series of them and I thought they came out pretty good.  So good, in fact, that I gave one to my Secret Santa.  Well, the perfectionist inside of me silently screamed because the backing wasn't "perfect" when my Secret Santa opened her gift but she loved it.  Actually, all of my staff loved in and people now want me to pay me to make necklaces for them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, in the spirit of Christmas, I thought I'd reserve one of these handmade 95% perfect pendants for my first giveaway. The rules for winning one of these pendants will be written on another post.  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second announcement (deep breath...inhale).  Oh darn it..have I told you lately how much I hate making commitments.  I think... okay... I am... maybe... no really I am... going to finally make a Locks of Love contribution this Christmas.  A preschool parent of mine owns a salon and has graciously offered her salon services to me.  So yep, I'm gonna do it. Now for those of you who really don't know me, I realize you are probably laughing at me or rolling your eyes.  But for those of you who do know me, know this is a pretty big deal.  I have over 12 inches of long hair and the shortest I have ever gone is shoulder length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my family has convinced me to get this hairstyle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dish.fancast.com/071808-longoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 250px;" src="http://dish.fancast.com/071808-longoria.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I like this hairstyle, I would like some hybrid type of hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part Eva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Longoria&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;1 part Victoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u284/Fashion_Critic_/Victoria%20Beckham/VBhaircopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 640px;" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u284/Fashion_Critic_/Victoria%20Beckham/VBhaircopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1-part Katie Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.realistichair.com/store/images/Holmes-Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.realistichair.com/store/images/Holmes-Katie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay now I feel queasy.  I've said it.  Short hair, here I come.  Now will somebody please come and hold my hand????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-4325070679784160988?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/4325070679784160988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=4325070679784160988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4325070679784160988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4325070679784160988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-wednesday.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUjoYt2MyDI/AAAAAAAAADE/qugJ1xvjs54/s72-c/Mary+Richards+Hat+Toss+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2664904086428998641</id><published>2008-12-16T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:28:36.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and long time friends, &lt;a href="http://fromacreativeheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt;, was sweet enough to give me an award :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUcjOUBdT1I/AAAAAAAAACw/SFdp_2UQMuo/s1600-h/1st+love+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUcjOUBdT1I/AAAAAAAAACw/SFdp_2UQMuo/s200/1st+love+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280227816915160914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Deb!  You know I love ya to pieces to, girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules of spreading the love (award):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Post a copy on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2.Mention who gave you the award.&lt;br /&gt;3.Pass the award onto 6 others.&lt;br /&gt;4.Leave a message on their blog letting them know the award has been bestowed upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!  Easy, right?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.. not for me but here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nester from &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Nesting Place&lt;/a&gt;.  I mean who doesn't love Nester, right?  I've even mistreated my first set of curtains because of her :-)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nester's partner in crime :-) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kimba&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://asoftplacetoland-kimba.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Soft Place to Land  &lt;/a&gt;  I swear these ladies are my idols.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretty Organizer from &lt;a href="http://prettyorganizedpalace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pretty Organizer Palace&lt;/a&gt;.  Not only is she extremely talented in ways I could only dream of, she is an incredible Mother of 6.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crockpot&lt;/span&gt; Lady from &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crockpotting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  I love reading this blog.  Creative recipes sprinkled with humor.&lt;br /&gt;5. A fellow teacher and new friend... Jen from &lt;a href="http://timeoutforme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Time Out for Me&lt;/a&gt;.  She doesn't know it but I'm sure we'd be good friends in "real life" :-)&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://janiszettel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grams&lt;/a&gt;.  Her love of her family and her love for the holidays always make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2664904086428998641?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2664904086428998641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2664904086428998641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2664904086428998641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2664904086428998641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-won-award-one-of-my-favorite-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SUcjOUBdT1I/AAAAAAAAACw/SFdp_2UQMuo/s72-c/1st+love+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-261734390012229917</id><published>2008-12-14T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:21:25.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Thursday yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://noisysoup.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tired-woman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 363px;" src="http://noisysoup.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tired-woman2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Scuse me while I just empty my head here today before it explodes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is 9:04pm and I am finally sitting down after a long productive day.  Shopping is nearly done.  Grocery shopping is done.  28 preschooler made noodle frames have been sprayed painted and are drying on my front porch LOL, all of my party supplies have been purchased and I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be yet another busy one but "the end is near in sight".  Tomorrow is day 1 of 2 for preschool class parties, it is also the day where I have to pick over a $100 in cookie dough from the PTA *lol*, followed by an evening teacher's party and Toys-R-Us night shopping.  Tuesday is the 2nd preschool class party and both of my classes perform the annual Christmas concert.  Wednesday is my last day of Preschool before Christmas break! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is my first annual Mother/Son Christmas goof-off day.  For reasons I won't bore you with, I have decided to let my son ditch a field trip and we're going to spend the day together instead :-)  I cannot even begin to tell you how excited we both are.  So far, we've decided to start our day at Starbucks (he loves the caramel apple cider), followed by Christmas shopping, mini-golf and lunch out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my son graduates from &lt;a href="http://www.dare.com/home/default.asp"&gt;D.A.R.E.&lt;/a&gt; (so I'll be able to attend the ceremony) and my daughter's class is having a "Polar Express" themed Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight... eek... I just remembered.... I forgot to grade a bazillion Math SuperStar papers for my daughter's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgon take me away!  Oh well,  time to drag out the footspa, pour a glass of wine, turn up the holiday music.  Life could be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-261734390012229917?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/261734390012229917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=261734390012229917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/261734390012229917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/261734390012229917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-thursday-yet.html' title='Is it Thursday yet?'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-4355451622536342543</id><published>2008-12-14T01:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:58:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me graceful?</title><content type='html'>I had originally planned to write a fairly insightful blog today but fell prey to not one but TWO migraines *sigh*.  Thank heavens for medication and insurance or life could be much, much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I decided to play "follow the leader" with &lt;a href="http://tcross17.blogspot.com"&gt;Tiff&lt;/a&gt; and here's my results.  How can a test with 2 question neatly sum up my existence here on Earth? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are a Grace!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.grace_.jpg" alt="mm.grace_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Grace -- "I need to understand the world."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graces have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Be independent, not clingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Speak in a straightforward and brief manner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* don't come on like a bulldozer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* standing back and viewing life objectively&lt;br /&gt;* coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects&lt;br /&gt;* my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure&lt;br /&gt;* not being caught up in material possessions and status&lt;br /&gt;* being calm in a crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Grace&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graces as Children Often&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* have a few special friends rather than many&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are very bright and curious and do well in school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* assume a poker face in order not to look afraid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graces as Parents&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are often kind, perceptive, and devoted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are sometimes authoritarian and demanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* may expect more intellectual achievement than is developmentally appropriate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;* may be intolerant of their children expressing strong emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-4355451622536342543?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/4355451622536342543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=4355451622536342543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4355451622536342543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/4355451622536342543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-graceful.html' title='Me graceful?'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2622897855530818837</id><published>2008-12-10T05:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:50.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear the Dog House</title><content type='html'>Found the following video over at the &lt;a href="http://prettyorganizedpalace.blogspot.com "&gt;Pretty Organized Palace&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist sharing LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of America... fear the dog house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X88jCXzX0VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X88jCXzX0VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2622897855530818837?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2622897855530818837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2622897855530818837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2622897855530818837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2622897855530818837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/fear-dog-house.html' title='Fear the Dog House'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-5368017917330571189</id><published>2008-12-09T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:22:27.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Divine Gingerbread Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.epicurious.com/images/recipes/recipe_results/full/photos/105842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.epicurious.com/images/recipes/recipe_results/full/photos/105842.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the smell of gingerbread, do you?  To me, the very aroma encapsulates the smell of Christmas to me. Until last night, I have never been able to find a gingerbread recipe that was both easy and delicious unless it came out of a box LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further delay, here it is courtesy of Family Fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gingerbread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to grate the nutmeg fresh—not because I’m fancy or because I think it makes such a big difference flavorwise, but because it’s such a pleasant thing to do, and it’s a little job I can give the kids. If you’ve never tried this, do: it involves buying whole nutmegs and a tiny grater, and it’s a small and worthwhile investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;½ cup room-temperature butter&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon salt (I use one scant teaspoon of kosher salt)&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon cloves&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ginger (the powdered spice)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oven to 350, and butter and flour a lasagna-sized (10 by 14 inch) baking pan.  Now, in the bowl of an electric mixer, cream together the butter and sugar until it’s light and fluffy, then add the eggs one at a time, followed by the molasses. Take a moment to stop the mixer and scrape the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula to make sure there’s no butter hiding out down there. Meanwhile, sift together the flour, spices, and salt (and by “sift together” I mean, of course, whisk together, because I’m lazy like that), then mix them into the batter until they just disappear. Now measure the boiling water (I do this right in the dirty molasses cup), add the baking soda to it, call your kids over to see the amazingly foaming mixture, explain the science of it (each crystal of baking soda actually contains a tiny, burping angel), and beat it gently into the batter, which will now seem incredibly runny, which is fine. Pour it into your prepared pan and bake for about 30 minutes, until the cake is starting to pull away from the sides of the pan and a toothpick comes out clean or with crumbs on it, rather than ooky batter still. Serve with whipped cream, if you like, or plain. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will warn you ladies... while the outcome of this recipe is fabulous it looks both disgusting and smells horrible during the preparation.   It looked so bad that there were several times that I actually considered pouring it down the drain.  And before you ask, yes, it is suppose to be incredibly watery before you bake it.  But trust me, if you hang in there, follow the directions and just not look at it too long *lol*, you will be rewarded with "award winning gingerbread" as my family now refers to it and your house will be filled with that wonderful gingerbread smell as a bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top it off with your favorite frosting or mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat butter with electric mixer at medium-high speed until creamy.  gradually beat in sugar until smooth.  Beat in vanilla and 2 tbs. milk adding additional  milk, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 2-1/2 cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will warn you, however, that your family will NEVER want the easy canned frosting again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-5368017917330571189?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/5368017917330571189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=5368017917330571189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5368017917330571189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5368017917330571189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-gingerbread-cake.html' title='Divine Gingerbread Cake'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-8177173049738394823</id><published>2008-12-08T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:59:20.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first meme</title><content type='html'>How exciting!  Well, for me, at least LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Casey over at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://jordanandcaseyclark.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Ever-Changing Life of a Military Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;challenged her readers to tag  anyone who wants to see if their life has been worthwhile  so I'm tagging YOU.  Yes, all 3 of my BFF in bloggyland LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;Just bold the things you have done. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt; (Does dance with the band count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not yet but I will ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  Seen?  I lived smack dab in the middle of it LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;.  Still in the process of learning Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. Not actually in a meal thought.  I bought a homeless person a burger on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt; (it wasn't me though who was ill.  It was my best friend in college).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I snorkeled on my honeymoon.  Kinda freaked me out though.  Just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;  (I miss drive-ins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;  (Does the You-Tube movie of me dressing in fireman's clothes count? ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt; (we won't go there LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;/span&gt;Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a neat list, huh?  And I guess by the standards of this list, I didn't do too bad.  So my challenge to you ladies is to repost this meme and then pick 5 items that you most like to accomplish in your lifetime and post them here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-8177173049738394823?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/8177173049738394823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=8177173049738394823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8177173049738394823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8177173049738394823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-meme.html' title='My first meme'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-6304531899194394924</id><published>2008-12-06T06:54:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:47:00.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime in our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.riverviewmolds.com/3016%20Santa%20Ornament.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.riverviewmolds.com/3016%20Santa%20Ornament.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, Christmas is a "big deal" in our house.   Our holiday season is rich in family traditions, filled with lots of memory making events with our children, baking, crafting, preschool events, elementary school events and of course ... worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like any other family, it can also be filled with family drama (outside of our immediate family),  over-scheduled calendars, cranky parents and tired children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, amongst all of the craziness that the Season can sometimes bring we somehow remain to keep our sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate my point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://far-horizons.biz/catalog/images/37601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 339px;" src="http://far-horizons.biz/catalog/images/37601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One morning my "angel" was "in a mood" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;exactly filled with the holiday spirit.  Yes, you Moms know what I'm talking about.  She didn't want to go to school.  She only got dressed after I &lt;s&gt;nagged&lt;/s&gt; politely reminded her to get dressed for school  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; times.  She couldn't find her belt.  She couldn't find her homework.  She didn't like her lunch.  Oh yes, ladies, the Grinch had slowly but surely taken over my daughter's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our ride to school, I reminded my little princess that misbehaving and being in a generally grinchy mood was probably not her best choice since Santa's big day was arriving very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom , how does Santa know if I've been naughty  ANYWAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He just knows honey...trust me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He just does.  Now please... just behave.  We're almost at school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know, DO YOU, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mom?  Helloooooooooooo.  Mom.  Pssssst, Jeremy,  Mom doesn't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Mooooooooooooom, oh Mooooooooooom.  Oh MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohmigosh, would you cut it out?  HE KNOWS because I CALL HIM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  You don't call him.  How can you call him?  You don't even have his phone number.  Nobody does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to my angelic child, the good folks at Vonage now offers it's customers exclusive access to Santa's answering machine in the North Pole for free.   How cool is that?  Upon her arrival home from school that day, I greeted her with the telephone and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Guess what puddin'?  It's your lucky day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?  Why?!  Did you buy me a cookie at Publix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nope, let's call Santa.  I have his phone number right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well c'mon, let's call him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed the phone number and handed her the phone set.  The look on her face was priceless.  It was one part joy, one part magic and one part horror.  She then looked and me and said, "He didn't pick up... I think it's a recording.  I said, "It's his answering machine, you better leave a message".  And then she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why did you do that for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know what to say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, you could have said Merry Christmas at least"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm.  You are right, Mom.  I better call back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/czjrygqz0zj/Santa_To_19043029033__0.wav"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.mediafire.com/?czjrygqz0zj%27"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she hung up,  I said to K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a nice call but you know what?  You didn't tell Santa your name AND you didn't tell him what you wanted for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/xtievmvdjhh/Santa_To_19043029033__1.wav"&gt;tried again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/ghjt2gwzmzg/Santa_To_19043029033__2.wav"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally ... &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/zjqim3nfq3z/Santa_To_19043029033__3.wav"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have just a teeny glimpse into this crazy house we call a home and a partial justification of my insanity.  Kids.  You gotta love 'em :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-6304531899194394924?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/6304531899194394924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=6304531899194394924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/6304531899194394924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/6304531899194394924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmastime-in-our-house.html' title='Christmastime in our house'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2082582943706408799</id><published>2008-11-22T23:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:14:06.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cranberry bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/health/theskinny/blog/cranberrys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 270px;" src="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/health/theskinny/blog/cranberrys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust off your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crockpot,&lt;/span&gt; ladies and go check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crockpotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I found this blog intriguing... I mean really ... who the heck can even think of 50 palatable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt; recipes nevermind 365?  Apparently Stephanie can and she does a great job at it, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight out of sheer curiosity, I tried Stephanie's &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/11/crockpot-homemade-cranberry-sauce.html"&gt;Cranberry Sauce &lt;/a&gt;recipe and I'm here to tell you ladies... it's total cranberry bliss!  I did add in a smidgen more sugar and about a 1/4 tsp. of vanilla but my, oh my, it'll be hard to go back to canned cranberry sauce again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a whirl.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2082582943706408799?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2082582943706408799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2082582943706408799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2082582943706408799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2082582943706408799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/11/cranberry-bliss.html' title='Cranberry bliss'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-8973378660091876563</id><published>2008-11-21T06:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:09:33.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/original/GC-Shopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 601px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/original/GC-Shopper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; week until the consumer driven holiday called "Black Friday".    Unlike my colleagues, I just don't "get this" tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of getting up in the wee hours of the morning, driving to over-packed stores with generally unpleasant, fiercely competitive consumers and then standing in checkout lines that are at least 6 people deep... just leaves me cold.  Bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this holiday just exemplifies the consumerism and commercialism of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm a gal who loves finding a great sale but to me Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for what we have and less about what we want on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally in our home, the day after Thanksgiving is called Pajama Day.  We spend the entire day in our Pajamas.  We spend our day watching movies, playing board games, baking and just generally appreciating being home together on the holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, however, thanks to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gidgetgoeshome.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gidget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a new tradition is going to be born in our home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing a new holiday for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;... "Make Something Day"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Friday after Thanksgiving in the U.S. is typically marked as the busiest shopping day for Americans. But we live in a world that can no longer handle our consumptive habits here in the west. And while we pile up on things we don’t need a large portion of the world exists without basic human needs being met every day. We applaud Buy Nothing Day… but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t enough for us. We believe that giving is a central part of being human. So, we replaced the negative with something positive: Make Something Day. Go ahead and give gifts this holiday season. As they say, giving is better than receiving. But that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean buying something is. So, we encourage folks to avoid shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Instead, stay home, put a log on the fire and try making something for someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join the movement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pssssst&lt;/span&gt;.... pass it on :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gidgetgoeshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/msdjoin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 73px;" src="http://gidgetgoeshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/msdjoin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-8973378660091876563?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/8973378660091876563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=8973378660091876563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8973378660091876563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/8973378660091876563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-5387541601785221390</id><published>2008-11-15T11:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:32:04.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/uploaded_images/housewife-773019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/uploaded_images/housewife-773019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her.  My kids&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; adore &lt;/span&gt;her.  My dog, God bless him, is indifferent towards her.    Meet "the other woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appliancist.com/vacuuming-robot-irobot-roomba-scheduler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 339px;" src="http://www.appliancist.com/vacuuming-robot-irobot-roomba-scheduler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sure she's younger than I am and so what if  she can clean better than I can (I mean who really gets underneath the beds to attack the land of the dust bunnies), she works tirelessly without a single complaint and she can recharge her batteries in less than hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  can she cook delicious meals,  help with homework, chauffeur her children to various scouting and sporting events, decorate her home for the holidays, stay up all night and console sick children, make 3-year-olds laugh... clean tile floors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh..  look out Ms. Roomba, there's another woman in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/scooba-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/scooba-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one day you will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-5387541601785221390?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/5387541601785221390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=5387541601785221390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5387541601785221390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/5387541601785221390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-woman.html' title='The Other Woman'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-1868306808258991490</id><published>2008-11-11T19:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:48:13.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/42/MerryOldSanta.jpg/428px-MerryOldSanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 600px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/42/MerryOldSanta.jpg/428px-MerryOldSanta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm a winner!  And you won't believe what I've won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a step back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago,  I heard the lovely sound of silence in my home.  That is a rarity in my household.  No sounds of sibling rivalry, no blaring TVs nor sounds of video games bounced of the walls of our home.  Just true blissful silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got worried.  So being the &lt;s&gt; nosey&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attentive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mom that I am, I decided that I better make sure that my children had not &lt;s&gt; killed &lt;/s&gt; injured each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked slowly down the children's hallway, I decided I better check on my son first.  Although the older of the two, he always seems to be the victim in these types of incidents because as we all know "boys don't hit girls"... at least in our household anyway.  After a quick peek through the door,  there was my "little" boy all wrapped up in a blanket totally engrossed into a book. Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; thunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to my *ahem* delicate flower's room.  I took a breath and opened her door and there she was laying on her bed writing a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;What'cha&lt;/span&gt; up to, sweet pea?  What's up with all of the crumbled paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Mom,  since Christmas is our next big holiday, I thought I better get going and write my letter to Santa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, you do realize, sweetness, that Thanksgiving is this month, right?   We just don't gloss over that holiday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is?  Then how come all they keep showing on TV is Christmas commercials?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they can't make enough money off Thanksgiving.   It is truly a holiday that revolves around celebrating the birth of our country, celebrating our diversity of heritage and the freedom to worship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?"  (As she continues writing) "I thought Thanksgiving was the holiday with the big parade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is... oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;... can I see your letter to Santa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her letter, like most 8-year-old girls, was chock full of girlie stuff like Hannah Montana items, High School Musical, Shining Stars, Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, clothing, stuffed animals, books and the icon of mostly every girl's childhood dream an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; Bake Oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, unlike most 8-year-old girls, at the closing of her letter was the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important gift is please, please, please... Can I finally meet you this  year?  Nothing else matters I just want to know all about you and hear about your life in the North  Pole".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her and gave her hug and silently wondered ... just now how the heck am I ever going to pull this one off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then God smiled at me... and lovingly brought me to &lt;a href="http://prettyorganizedpalace.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-blogossip-to-your-friends.html"&gt;The North Pole Secretary&lt;/a&gt;.  As luck may have it, this darling elf was holding a contest for a free letter from the North Pole.  And as you have guessed by now, I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, if you get a chance, please stop by her website.  She is officially open for business and not only is she Santa's official secretary :-) she is also a wonderful, loving, adopting Mom trying to raise funds to support her newly adopted children.  http://www.northpolesecretary.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-ho-ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-1868306808258991490?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/1868306808258991490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=1868306808258991490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/1868306808258991490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/1868306808258991490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe!'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-89383368868755928</id><published>2008-11-07T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:15:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I'll admit it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://justin.thehaggertys.net/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 396px;" src="http://justin.thehaggertys.net/procrastination.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slacker...&lt;br /&gt;No .... a perfectionist...&lt;br /&gt;No...  a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmm, maybe after taking a glimpse around the house I'd say a bit of all of the adjectives and add in the word slob just for fun LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember, I've always fallen into two categories.  Either "living in the now" (let's worry about that tomorrow) and or I'd plan every detail to the point where I'd get overwhelmed by my task list and just scrap the entire project.  Is anybody else like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor blog is an example.  As I walk around the house, a zillion blog subjects drift through my mind.  But then I remember I have to cut out 28 pilgrim hats for my class, my dog throws up, my daughter needs help with her homework, my son remembers he needs to design a budget that tracked his spending for 3 WEEKS in 30 minutes for his Cub Scout meeting, my husband can't find the stupid remote AGAIN, somebody drops milk on the floor causing the vomiting dog to clean the floor with his tongue causing somebody to trip over the vomiting dog, causing  a massive search for my daughter's favorite shirt was of course is at the bottom of the hamper on top of the REMOTE which I had been searching for the past 2 days!!!  Welcome to a typical Tuesday afternoon in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize now, my dear friends for not updating my blog more regularly.  And I'm sorry you missed out on my lifechanging blog posts that once danced through my head LOL.  Maybe one day I'll get the hang of this blog stuff... but I'll worry about that tomorrow :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-89383368868755928?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/89383368868755928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=89383368868755928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/89383368868755928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/89383368868755928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-ill-admit-it.html' title='Okay I&apos;ll admit it'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-609654843041521923</id><published>2008-10-21T06:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:01:56.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://simplesahm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://simplesahm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday... I think.  Boy is it ever hard to dive back into work and school after coming home from a long trip.  I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I stumbled across a great blog that brought me a giggle.  Thanks, Lori from &lt;a href="http://www.allyouhavetogive.com/"&gt;All You Have to Give&lt;/a&gt; :-)  We must be kindred sisters for certain LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Attention Children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Bathroom Door is Closed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please do not stand there and talk, whine, or ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wait until I get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, it is locked. I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is not broken, I am not trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;since you were born, because I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;some horrible tragedy might occur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while I was in there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but it's been 10 years and I want some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not ask me how long I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will come out when I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not go running back to the phone yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's in the BATHROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was funny when you were two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not slide pennies, Legos, or notes under the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you have followed me down the hall talking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and are still talking as you face this closed door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please turn around, walk away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and wait for me in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-609654843041521923?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/609654843041521923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=609654843041521923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/609654843041521923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/609654843041521923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/10/bathroom-bliss.html' title='Bathroom Bliss'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2848249421170080163</id><published>2008-10-11T20:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:53:28.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SPE-v4lq9UI/AAAAAAAAACI/isMmDThC6Zs/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SPE-v4lq9UI/AAAAAAAAACI/isMmDThC6Zs/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256051232483243330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Halloween.  I know that is probably not politically correct... ESPECIALLY when you are a Preschool Teacher in a Christian school.  But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Halloween that you see in the new gothic, bloody, severed head, corpse shops that are popping up all over America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Halloween that I remember as a kid growing up in small town America.  A time when we could enter our neighbor's haunted house without fear,  a time when we could eat homemade popcorn balls without the fear of a razor being tucked inside, a time where we dressed up in homemade costumes that our mother labored over for hours.  A kinder, innocent time in rural Pennsylvania.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll close this blog with a recipe that invokes many wonderful Autumn memories for me.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Pumpkin Pie Dump Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can  evaporated milk -- (13 oz)&lt;br /&gt;3  eggs -- beaten&lt;br /&gt;2  tsp  pumpkin pie spice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp  salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 can  pumpkin -- (13 oz)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg  yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup  butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients except for the cake mix and butter. Pour mixture into an 9 x 13 pan.    Sprinkle dry cake mix over the pumpkin mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice margarine or butter over top of cake mix. Sprinkle with nuts if desired. DO NOT STIR! Bake at 350 for 45-55 minutes. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2848249421170080163?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2848249421170080163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2848249421170080163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2848249421170080163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2848249421170080163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-halloween.html' title='I heart Halloween'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SPE-v4lq9UI/AAAAAAAAACI/isMmDThC6Zs/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2138402770013058578</id><published>2008-09-29T21:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:07:23.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGD5IAJwLI/AAAAAAAAABI/E_Nr1GFAj7Q/s1600-h/100_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGD5IAJwLI/AAAAAAAAABI/E_Nr1GFAj7Q/s400/100_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251623657914613938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you that I am a wannabe photographer?   Truly, if money didn't matter and my passion could pay the bills,  I would be jet-setting the world taking pictures to my heart's delight.  But since that's not a possibility at the moment,  I'll satisfy this passion by posting my photos here :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures which captured my Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGDC-IPgMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hp7i5z9k4RE/s1600-h/100_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGDC-IPgMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hp7i5z9k4RE/s320/100_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251622727551254722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My princess... age 7 ... soon to be 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGCGbPMOlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J9xRMXaxoSs/s1600-h/100_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGCGbPMOlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J9xRMXaxoSs/s400/100_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251621687393008210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken from a koi pond.  I love the reflection ... heck... I love this whole picture.  It screams Florida to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGDaEcb6HI/AAAAAAAAABA/MwW5j0OqThE/s1600-h/100_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGDaEcb6HI/AAAAAAAAABA/MwW5j0OqThE/s320/100_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251623124383557746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida's famous flamingos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGII1ojGnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NuMaoI9DYNM/s1600-h/100_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGII1ojGnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NuMaoI9DYNM/s320/100_1882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251628325908191858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddos age 11 &amp;amp; nearly 8.  Boy they grow up so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2138402770013058578?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2138402770013058578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2138402770013058578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2138402770013058578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2138402770013058578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-zoo.html' title='A trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SOGD5IAJwLI/AAAAAAAAABI/E_Nr1GFAj7Q/s72-c/100_1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160773362568320070.post-2753047787355774685</id><published>2008-09-27T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:54:47.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2242952/clothesline-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2242952/clothesline-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/thejarfly.com/images/categories/clothesline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/thejarfly.com/images/categories/clothesline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me?  Or am I the one of the lonely who still feel comfort in hanging my clothes on a real clothesline?  For me, it gives me time to take things down a notch.  To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and hear the birds sing.  To see flowers growing in my backyard in different stages of their lifecycles.  And more importantly, time to reflect.  Listen to my inner thoughts that the busyness of life drowns out during the day.  A time to reconnect with my thoughts and to visit memories of my childhood and to somehow feel connected to generations of the women of my family.  My clothesline ... a simple but complex blessing of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160773362568320070-2753047787355774685?l=floridaclothesline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/feeds/2753047787355774685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160773362568320070&amp;postID=2753047787355774685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2753047787355774685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160773362568320070/posts/default/2753047787355774685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floridaclothesline.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-me.html' title='Is it me?'/><author><name>Ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883336647212364268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5K8rAA2qdc8/SN93gZv2trI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lg9nlgpa-ZI/s1600-R/clothesline-main_full.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
