When Men Bake Cookies….

   
   We have not gotten the snow accumulation this storm was supposed to bring (thankfully) however we are now being pelted with sleet and there’s a coating of ice on anything and everything.  The next few days are supposed to be very cold, so all this sleet will contribute to the ice – no school yesterday and today…and I’m going a little stir-crazy, can ya tell?  Looking across the nation..and even over in Australia!…the weather has been frighteningly crazy for the past few years- as if the world is telling us something.

 I made these cookies for the Man when he comes home from yet another day of storm damage management….
Somehow I think it would have had more effect if I had made the batch up top …
Just sayin.

At the end of the day

    Have you ever known someone who uses a certain phrase, constantly, whenever he or she can fit it in?  Even when it is completely uneccessary or totally redundant?    Mike’s favorite line (besides “what did you buy now“)  is The reality is…”   and I mean, he puts that three words in a place where no one was even searching  for the truth. 

 “The reality is, we’re not leaving until you pick your stuff up and put it away.”

 And just where was the facade in this scenario?    

Then we’ve got a soccer/baseball parent who starts every major sentence with  “At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done“…. as in…   “At the end of the day,when it’s all said and done, we’re not gonna win this thing until we start playing as a team”.

 That only happens at the end of the day?   And what happens if you didn’t say everything?

 Oh, I’m not exempt.  I say “OK then”… when I find there’s really not much more to say or I’m flabbergasted enough to be stumped.    Atleast it’s compliant, right?   An expression of acceptance… like “It is what it Is”….which I’m also guilty of.  Again…harmonious in it’s acceptance of things as they are, no?  It fits just about anywhere if you think about it. 

   Anyway… the real reason for this post wasn’t that, but this

At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, the reality is, the light filters down toward This Old House as the sun sets gently over the hill, casting a warm amber glow over her rooms.   I like to take this time to sit with a cup of tea,  put the worries of the day aside and accept that it IS what it IS.

Ok then.

    

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More Blog Love

 See the button on the right over there?  Everybody needs a little

 Yeah, well no one needs the aggravation of trying to figure out how to make the “codes” of a blog button work if you don’t really know what you’re doing.  So after two hours of cursing the machine, I went to the expert –  Di of The Blue Ridge Gal.  She saved me with the flash of an SOS.  Go ahead, click on it.. it works!   The jingle, by the way, is a song written and sung by Mikes partners son, James.  Not bad, huh? 

Thanks, Di

 And.. look what arrived in the mail from Misha in the Tennesee mountains!…. a moose, a snowman and a PEACE pillow.   Misha, your christmas card was beautiful too, Thank you.

 We had a serious winter sky early this evening… I’m hoping for snow.