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Perfect Sweet Tea
13 years ago
May 29, 2011
I don't need to watch my fishing pole with HIM around!
Otis watches it better anyway!
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May 23, 2011
Snickerdoodle Scones!
I love scones!But I've always been intimidated to make them, they seemed difficult for some reason.
Until I found this recipe!
They couldn't be easier!
They are light, tender, perfect scones!
And they taste just like one of my favorite cookies!
Snickerdoodles!
whats not to love??
Not too sweet. Not at all dry or crumbly.Just perfect!
Try em!
You'll be glad you did!
Snickerdoodle Scones
SERVES 8
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 2 cups flour
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup butter
- 1 egg
- 2 teaspoons cinnamon
- 1/2 cup cinnamon chips. (optional)
- additional cinnamon sugar
- Preheat oven to 350ยบ.
- Spray baking sheet with cooking spray.
- Combine sour cream and baking soda in a small bowl. Set aside.
- Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, cream of tartar and salt in another bowl.
- Cut in butter until mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs. (I used my food processor)
- Combine egg with sour cream mixture. Add cinnamon.
- Gently stir into flour mixture until moist.
- Place on baking sheet and pat into a 3/4 inch thick circle.
- Cut into 8 wedge shaped pieces. Move slightly so they are not touching.
- Dust with cinnamon-sugar.
- Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown.
- I also combined 2 cups powdered sugar, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla, 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon. and a little water to make a glaze to drizzle over them. YUMMY!
May 10, 2011
They Call Me Grace...
I've never been one who was known as graceful.
Instead of gliding across the floor, I Tromp.
Instead of being soft and demure, I'm tough and strong.
Instead of being soft spoken and classy, I'm loud and opinionated.
I've been classified a "Bucolic Matriarch" to millions on TV.
I've been told I'm "Beautiful" & "Handsome", but never "Pretty" or "Cute"
I'm "funny" and "Witty" not "Sophisticated" and "Educated"
Instead of being voted to the homecoming court in High School, I was that girl who fell in the trash can in the cafeteria.
I'm a tad clumsy.
I am quite uncoordinated.
I can't walk in high heels without breaking something.
I don't raise my pinky when I drink my glass of home-made wine.
I've visited every Emergency Room in every town I've ever lived in, usually resulting in something stitched, or splinted, or wearing a cast.
You would think that, now that I am getting older (almost 40!! OMG!) I would be getting better.
But.... nope, apparently I will never change.
Three weeks ago, I was on the phone with a very important client.
I have a bad habit of pacing while I talk on the phone, I usually do laps around the kitchen, or make a large loops around the living room, hallway, and back again.
Well.. I guess this phone call needed a little more intense pacing, I went outside.
I have a HUGE yard and several pastures to choose from for my much needed phone-pacing.
I opened the front door...
I stepped out onto my front porch, (all the while woo'ing my new high-powered client)
I began to pace... well, I didn't pace... I CHARGED!
I was confident.
I was walking with power!
I was killing this phone meeting, and my pace quickened accordingly.
The only thing was.... I kinda forgot I was still on the front porch.
I charged right off the side.
There are no steps on the side.
There have NEVER been steps on the side.
Yet, I charged right off the side of the porch without hesitation!
My phone flew 10 feet in one direction, my feet went another, and my head ended up half way across the yard!
It took me a moment to realize what had happened,
As I laid there trying to asses any damage, I tried to regain the breath that had been knocked out of my chest, I remembered that my client was still on the phone!
Yeah... the phone WAY across the yard!
I slowly and painfully crawled my way to the pink phone.
I lifted it to my ear and heard my client on the other end...
"Dana? Hello?... "Are you there?"
Um... yeah.... how do ya play THAT one off?
I decided, as usual, I would laugh it off.
I explained that I fell off the porch and we continued our phone conference with my laying in the grass wondering if I had broken or dislocated anything vital. My client was gracious and seemed understanding, although confused.
The rest of the meeting went well, and we ended our call.
Luckily, I didn't do anything other than totally bruise the right side of my body.
Or so I thought.
About a week later I began having elbow pain.
It hasn't gotten any better. Actually, it's getting worse.
So... guess who has to go to the Dr today for an X-Ray? UGH!
Now... I have three hours to decide on a good story to tell the Dr.
I mean, "I ran off my porch for absolutely no reason" kinda stinks as far as stories go.
Lay em on me!
What would YOU say?
Love,
Grace.
Keep Reading »
Instead of gliding across the floor, I Tromp.
Instead of being soft and demure, I'm tough and strong.
Instead of being soft spoken and classy, I'm loud and opinionated.
I've been classified a "Bucolic Matriarch" to millions on TV.
I've been told I'm "Beautiful" & "Handsome", but never "Pretty" or "Cute"
I'm "funny" and "Witty" not "Sophisticated" and "Educated"
Instead of being voted to the homecoming court in High School, I was that girl who fell in the trash can in the cafeteria.
I'm a tad clumsy.
I am quite uncoordinated.
I can't walk in high heels without breaking something.
I don't raise my pinky when I drink my glass of home-made wine.
I've visited every Emergency Room in every town I've ever lived in, usually resulting in something stitched, or splinted, or wearing a cast.
You would think that, now that I am getting older (almost 40!! OMG!) I would be getting better.
But.... nope, apparently I will never change.
Three weeks ago, I was on the phone with a very important client.
I have a bad habit of pacing while I talk on the phone, I usually do laps around the kitchen, or make a large loops around the living room, hallway, and back again.
Well.. I guess this phone call needed a little more intense pacing, I went outside.
I have a HUGE yard and several pastures to choose from for my much needed phone-pacing.
I opened the front door...
I stepped out onto my front porch, (all the while woo'ing my new high-powered client)
I began to pace... well, I didn't pace... I CHARGED!
I was confident.
I was walking with power!
I was killing this phone meeting, and my pace quickened accordingly.
The only thing was.... I kinda forgot I was still on the front porch.
I charged right off the side.
There are no steps on the side.
There have NEVER been steps on the side.
Yet, I charged right off the side of the porch without hesitation!
My phone flew 10 feet in one direction, my feet went another, and my head ended up half way across the yard!
It took me a moment to realize what had happened,
As I laid there trying to asses any damage, I tried to regain the breath that had been knocked out of my chest, I remembered that my client was still on the phone!
Yeah... the phone WAY across the yard!
I slowly and painfully crawled my way to the pink phone.
I lifted it to my ear and heard my client on the other end...
"Dana? Hello?... "Are you there?"
Um... yeah.... how do ya play THAT one off?
I decided, as usual, I would laugh it off.
I explained that I fell off the porch and we continued our phone conference with my laying in the grass wondering if I had broken or dislocated anything vital. My client was gracious and seemed understanding, although confused.
The rest of the meeting went well, and we ended our call.
Luckily, I didn't do anything other than totally bruise the right side of my body.
Or so I thought.
About a week later I began having elbow pain.
It hasn't gotten any better. Actually, it's getting worse.
So... guess who has to go to the Dr today for an X-Ray? UGH!
Now... I have three hours to decide on a good story to tell the Dr.
I mean, "I ran off my porch for absolutely no reason" kinda stinks as far as stories go.
Lay em on me!
What would YOU say?
Love,
Grace.
May 9, 2011
Camaros Camaros Everywhere!!
Ever gotten to drive the car of your dreams from one cool place to another?
Ever gotten to do it "convoy style" w/ police escorts and traffic stopped watching as you did it?
Well... I was lucky enough to get to participate in the Camaro Drive Away Event this week end!
Tons of Beautiful Convertible Chevy Camaros , in every color, met up at the Lone Star Flight Museum to begin our trek.
Then we headed off to the Kemah Boardwalk.
First we rode single file along the highway.
Then, as we approached our final destination (45 min later) we got to go three-wide as we drove over the ship waterway making a grand entrance as only these flashy cars can do!
In STYLE!
It was amazing to watch everyone stop and make room for us to drive by.
I saw fathers with their sons standing on the side of the road in awe as these muscle cars drove by.
Each of them wishing it was them behind the wheel.
When we arrived at the boardwalk we were escorted to a special display parking lot, and treated like stars!
It was SO much fun!
Not only does Chevy make stylish cars!
But they know how to hold stylish events!
Go check out the new Chevy Camaro at your local Chevy Dealer!
You'll fall in love just like I did!
Keep Reading »
Ever gotten to do it "convoy style" w/ police escorts and traffic stopped watching as you did it?
Well... I was lucky enough to get to participate in the Camaro Drive Away Event this week end!
First we rode single file along the highway.
In STYLE!
I saw fathers with their sons standing on the side of the road in awe as these muscle cars drove by.
Each of them wishing it was them behind the wheel.
It was SO much fun!
But they know how to hold stylish events!
Go check out the new Chevy Camaro at your local Chevy Dealer!
You'll fall in love just like I did!
May 4, 2011
May 3, 2011
Writers Block
I don't have writer's block,
I just
ummm okay
gimmie a second here
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