First of all let me say
HAPPY EASTER!
Secondly, in case you were all wondering, I am going to study my camera manual tomorrow and learn how to turn off that stupid date that is in the corner of all my pictures. It might not be quite so bad if it was the right date! So if you wonder why my Friday pics say April 3 - well that is why. The camera thinks it is tomorrow when it is today.
Finally - thank heavens I made it through the last ten days! Thank you all for your comments and show of support. I am going to take the weekend off from blogging, but hopefully I will get right back on the band wagon and continue to document the wanderings and craziness that is my life. Can you believe I blogged for TEN DAYS STRAIGHT? Shoot me if I ever make that promise again.
Good night. Over and out. Asta La Veesta, baby. I'm done.
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Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Small Town Girl
Look at those shoes! Did you ever see anything so cute???
While we were in Utah, we went bowling with Brian's Mom and his sister and her family. It was a great time to get together and everyone had a a lot of fun.
Lillian liked the monkey bars rack that kids could use to roll the bowling ball down.
Alexander loved the other games as much as he liked the bowling. Maybe more!
But Olivia...
fell in love.
The sights and sounds
The noises
The people (and the fashions)
The shiny red bowling ball
For Olivia
the bowling alley is the next best thing to home!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
If I were a Pioneer....
There would be covered wagon riding...
Handcart pulling...
Game playing...
Dutch Oven Cooking...
Picture Taking...
Ice Cream Making...
Butter Making...
Storytelling...
And some very curious people in the line at Wendy's wondering what on earth they are carrying in the back of that "covered wagon"!
Rochester Ward Pioneer Day July 25, 2009A great time was had by all :-)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Bunnies
Click here for part one.
Click here for part two.
Click here for part three.
Probably my favorite Easter gift was the bunnies. There was one for me, and one for my brother. We went to the breeder up the road, and he let us choose our Easter bunnies. He checked to make sure we got two girls, and off we went with our favorite gift of all time. I still remember the soft fur, the pure whiteness, the little nose that wiggled, the long ears that perked up when I came around. I loved these bunnies!
After a time the cage got a little crowded. Hmmmmm, two girl bunnies and now we have 12 bunnies! How did that happen?
My poor mother didn’t know what to do, so after the first batch, she let them loose on our porch, where they would all fit.
And now…53 bunnies? 186 bunnies? 496 bunnies? 34682 bunnies? Yep that is how bunnies duplicate. You know, like rabbits. They had outgrown the porch long ago, so my mom just let them run wild. And run they did. Our property was a SEA of bunnies. Hundreds and hundreds of bunnies! They got big and fat, and stayed white. They were powerful, and strong, and just a little scary. We had been taken over by bunnies!
I remember driving down the road, and approaching my house from a mile away – road kill bunnies. Driving into the driveway at night was so fun – watching the bunnies part like the red sea when we drove in and the lights hit them.
It became a priority to get rid of the bunnies, but what on earth could we do?
A hobo that lived in a shack up the road volunteered to help get rid of the bunnies. He could eat well, and we would be rid of the problem. I will never forget the sight of two old shaggy men, running around our yard with burlap sacks, trying to catch those bunnies! They would open the sack, run around like crazy, jump and land on their bellies, and away would run the bunny! At the end of the day – very tired old men, with no bunnies in their sacks.
My dad finally did take care of the bunnies. Maybe you don’t need to know, but he was a card carrying member of the NRA, I am sure.
I am pretty sure the novelty of animals as Easter gifts was over for my parents, and we were happy with marshmallow peeps and jelly beans from then on.
Happy Easter!
Click here for part two.
Click here for part three.
Probably my favorite Easter gift was the bunnies. There was one for me, and one for my brother. We went to the breeder up the road, and he let us choose our Easter bunnies. He checked to make sure we got two girls, and off we went with our favorite gift of all time. I still remember the soft fur, the pure whiteness, the little nose that wiggled, the long ears that perked up when I came around. I loved these bunnies!
After a time the cage got a little crowded. Hmmmmm, two girl bunnies and now we have 12 bunnies! How did that happen?
My poor mother didn’t know what to do, so after the first batch, she let them loose on our porch, where they would all fit.
And now…53 bunnies? 186 bunnies? 496 bunnies? 34682 bunnies? Yep that is how bunnies duplicate. You know, like rabbits. They had outgrown the porch long ago, so my mom just let them run wild. And run they did. Our property was a SEA of bunnies. Hundreds and hundreds of bunnies! They got big and fat, and stayed white. They were powerful, and strong, and just a little scary. We had been taken over by bunnies!
I remember driving down the road, and approaching my house from a mile away – road kill bunnies. Driving into the driveway at night was so fun – watching the bunnies part like the red sea when we drove in and the lights hit them.
It became a priority to get rid of the bunnies, but what on earth could we do?
A hobo that lived in a shack up the road volunteered to help get rid of the bunnies. He could eat well, and we would be rid of the problem. I will never forget the sight of two old shaggy men, running around our yard with burlap sacks, trying to catch those bunnies! They would open the sack, run around like crazy, jump and land on their bellies, and away would run the bunny! At the end of the day – very tired old men, with no bunnies in their sacks.
My dad finally did take care of the bunnies. Maybe you don’t need to know, but he was a card carrying member of the NRA, I am sure.
I am pretty sure the novelty of animals as Easter gifts was over for my parents, and we were happy with marshmallow peeps and jelly beans from then on.
Happy Easter!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My Baby Lamb Called Easter
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Click here for part two
One year the gift was none other than a little lamb! Such a sweet, white, soft, cuddly little lamb! I loved this little lamb. Snuggly, loveable little lamb. I was in heaven. I named my baby lamb Easter. PERFECT name for a perfect little lamb.
One fine summer day, my mom planned an outing to outdo any before. Because we lived in the country and didn’t have a second car – an outing was no small thing. She arranged for the Greyhound Bus to stop at our house and take us to the city - 18 miles away! There we would shop in the large department store Freese’s, the city shoe store and ride home with my Dad at the end of his work day. Because we were going to the CITY, that meant we got all dressed up in our finest dresses. We were decked to the nines. Let me repeat, this was A.VERY.BIG.DEAL.
Remember that sweet little lamb? By now, it was a cute baby RAM lamb, and I still loved him. I went out in the field to play with my lamb while waiting for the bus. I turned to return to the house.
Watch out! Here comes Easter! He decided to charge me. Head down, he came flying up the field and BAM hit me below the knees, knocking me to the ground. And the Ram, well he got away scot free! In spite of ramming my ankle to the point of breaking it, again I was the one in trouble! I ruined the outing! I ruined my dress! Why oh why did I go out into the field to play with my lamb!
Ooooooooooooh I can't wait to tell you about the bunnies...
Monday, April 6, 2009
The Chicks
Click here for the intro...
I vaguely remember the chicks, I must have been very young. I remember a cardboard box, a light bulb for heat, and lots and lots of peeping. Peep peep peep peep peep peep. That’s where the marshmallow variety get their name, you know. The live ones are noisy! Little fluffy chicks grow to egg laying hens. Everyone knows that fertilized eggs are better, so we of course had to have a rooster. And this is where the sweet Easter story takes a nasty turn.
I was all dressed up in my Easter finery, and in those days it included everything from white patent leather shoes to a glorious hat and white gloves to match. I followed my mom out to the shed where the animals were kept.
Apparently, my finery appeared a threat to the rooster, who proceeded to attack me and knock me to the ground. Let me rephrase that. The hen manure covered shed floor. There that’s more descriptive. The rooster proceeded to attack me in all my manure covered Easter finery until I was quite the sight.
Man was my mom mad. In a perfect world she would have channeled that anger toward the rooster, but alas, it was the little girl that didn’t belong in the hen house that faced her wrath. I ruined Easter! I ruined my finery! Why oh why did I follow my mom into the hen house!
You would think my parents would re-think Easter gifts, but oh no…
I vaguely remember the chicks, I must have been very young. I remember a cardboard box, a light bulb for heat, and lots and lots of peeping. Peep peep peep peep peep peep. That’s where the marshmallow variety get their name, you know. The live ones are noisy! Little fluffy chicks grow to egg laying hens. Everyone knows that fertilized eggs are better, so we of course had to have a rooster. And this is where the sweet Easter story takes a nasty turn.
I was all dressed up in my Easter finery, and in those days it included everything from white patent leather shoes to a glorious hat and white gloves to match. I followed my mom out to the shed where the animals were kept.
Apparently, my finery appeared a threat to the rooster, who proceeded to attack me and knock me to the ground. Let me rephrase that. The hen manure covered shed floor. There that’s more descriptive. The rooster proceeded to attack me in all my manure covered Easter finery until I was quite the sight.
Man was my mom mad. In a perfect world she would have channeled that anger toward the rooster, but alas, it was the little girl that didn’t belong in the hen house that faced her wrath. I ruined Easter! I ruined my finery! Why oh why did I follow my mom into the hen house!
You would think my parents would re-think Easter gifts, but oh no…
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Watch Out! Here Comes Easter!
Proof that I was a child once...I grew up in the era when Easter meant gifts of chicks and bunnies and lambs, and not of the stuffed variety. No sir – we got the real deal! Almost every Easter we got a gift of new life. We lived on a “gentleman’s farm” out in the country – but on a main road. We always had animals and gardens, and even a farm stand where we sold the fresh veggies we raised. So Easter animals fit right in.
I think I should introduce you to some of them...
...to be continued
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Picture Postcard Christmas
This year our Christmas was straight out of the Christmas Card Box! We celebrated with family and friends in a winter wonderland. It snowed and snowed, starting on Christmas Eve and snowing all day on Christmas. It was beautiful Utah Powder and it sure piled up. What a great day (two weeks!) we had!Doesn't the above picture look like it could be on a Christmas Card? One goal I have for 2009 is to learn more about photography: not just taking better pictures but learning how to doctor them up like the pros. In the meantime, the above will have to do. This horse and buggy came along in Midway Utah just as we were about to go to a yummy restaurant and have some gourmet pizza. Good times!
There were so many highlights of this trip - watch for more posts!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Day late and a dollar short...
OK I know this is too late for St. Patrick's Day, but here is my recipe for Corned Beef Dinner.
Corned Beef Dinner
Place one 3-4 pound corned beef brisket in Dutch Oven (I use flat cut), barely cover with water. Add 1/2 cup chopped onion, 2 cloves garlic, minced; and 2 bay leaves. (If your corned beef came with a seasoning packet, add that, too). Cover and simmer 3-4 hours until tender. (I go long for really tender fall-apart beef.)
Remove meat from liquid, keep warm. Add 6 medium potatoes, peeled and quartered, 6 carrots, peeled and sliced (you can also add turnip here if you wish), cover, bring to boiling; cook 5 minutes. Add 6 cabbage wedges and cook 25 min. longer.
If desired glaze meat while vegetables cook. I recommend this step! To glaze, spread fat side (I trim most of the fat off at this point before glazing) of meat lightly with prepared mustard. Sprinkle with mixture of 3 T. brown sugar and a dash of ground cloves. Bake in a shallow pan at 350 degrees about 15 minutes.
Serves 6 (OK maybe only 3-4 Kanes)
Corned Beef Dinner
Place one 3-4 pound corned beef brisket in Dutch Oven (I use flat cut), barely cover with water. Add 1/2 cup chopped onion, 2 cloves garlic, minced; and 2 bay leaves. (If your corned beef came with a seasoning packet, add that, too). Cover and simmer 3-4 hours until tender. (I go long for really tender fall-apart beef.)
Remove meat from liquid, keep warm. Add 6 medium potatoes, peeled and quartered, 6 carrots, peeled and sliced (you can also add turnip here if you wish), cover, bring to boiling; cook 5 minutes. Add 6 cabbage wedges and cook 25 min. longer.
If desired glaze meat while vegetables cook. I recommend this step! To glaze, spread fat side (I trim most of the fat off at this point before glazing) of meat lightly with prepared mustard. Sprinkle with mixture of 3 T. brown sugar and a dash of ground cloves. Bake in a shallow pan at 350 degrees about 15 minutes.
Serves 6 (OK maybe only 3-4 Kanes)
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Happy Anniversary Katie and Rode
March 15, 2007. One of the happiest days in the history of mankind!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Christmas 2007
We had a great Christmas with everyone home.
Every year we take a picture of the kids in front of the door before we go in to open stockings and gifts. Someday I will compile all these and see how everyone has grown and changed (not to mention the addition of many family members). For now, it is enough to know that I have the pictures somewhere....
Opening stockings...(maybe we need to get a bigger couch, or a bigger family room!)
Alex thinks Christmas is great - for him it just lasts forever! Christmas happens in Logan, UT at Grandpas; in Saratoga Springs at Aunt Andria's; and then at Grammie and Grampies in New Hampshire!
He was a little put out that we put his old toys away - he liked the new ones but the old ones had to be moved back in for him to be happy and to keep him in the room! Open a new gift, go look for the old toys, open a new toy, go look for the old toys.
What's the matter with Katie?
We had a great Christmas dinner, with a house full, of course.
We went to Maine to see Great Grammie and Great Grampie but I have no pics to prove that.
We celebrated Brian's birthday with the annual family basketball tournament, but somehow Dad and I missed that. Hmmm.....well at least we were there for the cake and ice cream ;-)
We traveled to Philly to celebrate New Years and visit the Cradle of Liberty. We saw the Liberty Bell, the original Constitution, ate yummy cheesesteaks at Reading Terminal, and some even ran up the "Rocky Steps" in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Denver, Heather and Dad got to visit Denver's Grandma Teena in New Jersey after dropping Katie and Anthony off at the airport.
On the way home from Philly, we stopped on Staten Island and took the ferry over to NYC.
We visited Ground Zero, Times Square, but shortened our visit cause it was so COLD COLD COLD and well, Denver just wasn't too thrilled with his first visit to NYC. Maybe next trip we will make an all day adventure out of it.
Denver is excited to go to Utah to celebrate his birthday with snowmobiling and parties with his family. Heather is not excited to leave her family and go back to one more semester at BYU before graduation.
And that my friends, is what we did over Christmas Break!
Every year we take a picture of the kids in front of the door before we go in to open stockings and gifts. Someday I will compile all these and see how everyone has grown and changed (not to mention the addition of many family members). For now, it is enough to know that I have the pictures somewhere....
Opening stockings...(maybe we need to get a bigger couch, or a bigger family room!)
Alex thinks Christmas is great - for him it just lasts forever! Christmas happens in Logan, UT at Grandpas; in Saratoga Springs at Aunt Andria's; and then at Grammie and Grampies in New Hampshire!
He was a little put out that we put his old toys away - he liked the new ones but the old ones had to be moved back in for him to be happy and to keep him in the room! Open a new gift, go look for the old toys, open a new toy, go look for the old toys.
What's the matter with Katie?
We had a great Christmas dinner, with a house full, of course.
We went to Maine to see Great Grammie and Great Grampie but I have no pics to prove that.
We celebrated Brian's birthday with the annual family basketball tournament, but somehow Dad and I missed that. Hmmm.....well at least we were there for the cake and ice cream ;-)
We traveled to Philly to celebrate New Years and visit the Cradle of Liberty. We saw the Liberty Bell, the original Constitution, ate yummy cheesesteaks at Reading Terminal, and some even ran up the "Rocky Steps" in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Denver, Heather and Dad got to visit Denver's Grandma Teena in New Jersey after dropping Katie and Anthony off at the airport.
On the way home from Philly, we stopped on Staten Island and took the ferry over to NYC.
We visited Ground Zero, Times Square, but shortened our visit cause it was so COLD COLD COLD and well, Denver just wasn't too thrilled with his first visit to NYC. Maybe next trip we will make an all day adventure out of it.
Denver is excited to go to Utah to celebrate his birthday with snowmobiling and parties with his family. Heather is not excited to leave her family and go back to one more semester at BYU before graduation.
And that my friends, is what we did over Christmas Break!
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