Socks, Bare Feet and Carol Burnett

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When I was growing up, I wanted to be on Broadway. I memorized lyrics, sang the songs, and in my heart, was a Broadway Baby. The girls next door loved musicals as much as I did. We would put together our own musicals on their driveway. Belting out show tunes, or made up songs. We were a regular drive-thru theatre.

We probably “produced” Annie a million times. The 1982 movie cemented the songs and dreams in our brain. I was often Annie, the most sought after character in our group. She was the lead, after all. As I grew up, my desired character shifted from Annie to Ms. Hannigan, because, well … Carol Burnett. (I also wanted to be Carol Burnett when I grew up, because, well … Carol Burnett!)

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Can’t you just hear her singing?

“Little girls. Little girls. Every where I turn. I see them.”

Part of this song has become a sort of anthem of my motherhood. I know, Ms. Hannigan does not portray the best qualities, or any qualities of motherhood. But stay with me, because neither does my attitude toward this one little area.

Socks!

Little (and now big) girl socks!

Ms. Hannigan sings it so well.

“How I hate. Little socks. Little shoes. And each little bloomer!”

She’s belting it out for mothers everywhere!!! The chore of matching little socks, those that are not eaten by the dryer, are my least favorite thing to do. It never fails. Socks go in, but they don’t come out. Also, have you noticed that the same socks, that came in the same package, and are washed and dried in the same machines, come out in different sizes? Also, why can we never find socks? We must have a thousand socks in this house.

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The Sock Basket. Where lonely socks go to die!

All fall and winter long, I hear the same question every day. Every day. (Sigh) “Mom. I need socks!” It’s like I’m living in the movie Groundhog’s Day. Yesterday, there were 12 pairs of socks in your drawer. Where are they today?

Then, something wonderful happens. That something wonderful happened on Sunday. The freezing temperatures are gone, the sun is shinning, and the morning air feels … warm. Dressing for church suddenly takes no time, because there are no socks or tights needed.

We have entered … The Bare Foot Zone!

And it’s wonderful. Sandals, flip-flops, and bare feet!!!

So, here’s to you, Ms. Hannigan and your “Little Girls” song. I also would have “cracked years ago, if it weren’t for my sense of humor!” Let’s hope I don’t end up in the nuthouse with you.

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I am Worth More than Gold

Our family typically does not do dessert after dinner. Except ain the summer when it’s all about ice cream. But last night, after a good dinner on our screened-in deck, Shawn brought out Hershey Kisses for everyone. Not really dessert, but a great treat in the eyes of our children.

This particular bag of Hershey Kisses are part of their Fall Mix and the wrappers are not just silver, but also black and orange (which looks more gold).

Emaline got a gold kiss and I ended up with silver. Emaline came over to me and said with a smile:

“Gold is worth more than silver.”

Then, with only a moment’s pause, she said:

“It’s okay mommy. It doesn’t matter if you have gold or silver. God loves you the same. God doesn’t care how much money you have. He just loves you.”

A simple Sunday school lesson about favoritism taken from James 2:1-13 stuck with Emaline this week. Her observation was beautiful and much deeper than she realized. Thank you to her Sunday school teachers, who with a simple lesson, instilled a powerful message into my Emaline.

Rainy Day Treats

Today is the first cool and rainy day we’ve had in a while and softball practice was cancelled. The girls have been stuck inside being artists (think butcher paper on the kitchen table, water colors and crayons. While grocery shopping, I was inspired to come home, make a quick sweet treat, and watch the smiles on my girls’ (and husband’s) faces.

I’ll call these: Super Fast, Not-So-Healthy, Donuts

I purchased Buttermilk Biscuits from the refrigerator section. I bought the cheaper, smaller store brand variety. Any will do. I had the other ingredients at home: vegetable oil, sugar, cinnamon. Combine cinnamon and sugar in a bowl.

Find something to “punch” holes in the middle. I had a water bottle top that was a perfect size. I punched all of these holes while letting my oil slowly heat in a large heavy pot. Don’t fill your pot more than half-way with oil. It expands when heated.

I used one of my holes to check to see if the oil was at the right temperature. It will rise to the top and start cooking quickly. This won’t take long. When you see color around the edges, flip it over. It will take less time on the second side. Use a spoon to take it out.

When your oil is at the right temperature, get ready and go! It all goes fast, which is why it is important to have everything ready to go. Again, cook on the first side until you see color around the edges, then flip and continue cooking. I had a skinny wooden spoon which fit into the hole, which made it easy to take out and then toss into the cinnamon sugar mixture. Don’t overload your pot or the oil temperature will lower and your donuts won’t cook as well. I did four at a time. When I got to the holes, I put 9 or 10 in at a time.

Here is the end product. Super fast and good. They are especially good warm!

So, forget it’s Lent for one day, and make something that will put a smile on your children’s’ faces.