Once upon a time in a land far away there was a middle aged smartass country girl who lived on a hill with four dogs, one cat and a horse plus some crazy neighbors. I remember describing myself on some site or another in early interweb days as "what you see is what you get" and that still stands true. I've been staying inside waiting for propane guy to show up so I can turn the oven on for the first time in two years. Just in time for the holidays too! And pecan roasting!!! Here's a recipe for you who might want to make up something with the nuts that takes a'hold of you like crack. Four cups of pecans coated with a melted mixture of one stick of butter, and 4T of your favorite seasoning like A1 or Country Bob's. Bake at 325 for about 45 minutes, stirring and salting every 15 minutes. Drain on paper towels. In case you lose this, it will be in the cookbook. I checked out Indiegogo and think that it might be a reasonable way to raise the capital needed. We shall see.
Meanwhile the Tea partiers are backed against the wall because the healthcare plan is becoming more manageable in spite of filibusters galore. I wish Big Ernie would just swoop down and make it all good. I rarely check phone messages ( hey...there's no tone to tell me) but today I did and heard several rambles, one from mom and another from somebody who knows the drill. And then there was the student loan collection hangup. Because I co-signed and all believing that a college degree means something in today's world. Obviously that's not the case in the current economy.
Yep...I'm in a mood. Not a bad one, necessarily just one that needs to be worked through and not ignored. It involves quite a bit of grief for things gone by and a firm belief that there are good things ahead. There will always be peaks and valleys as the little general says. But the important thing is to support each other along the way. I can honestly say that her joining the UMC was one of the high points of my life. That being said, I'm pretty pissed that the preacher got kicked out for doing a same sex marriage on his son. I mean, really? And yes, I remember people jumping off the balconies at that big conference when it all came up. Dear UMC: Jesus would not like that type of discrimination or interpretation of LOVE.