Blueberry Jellies

    I hate to waste anything.  So, those blueberries were getting ripe and hanging in big blue bunches and I had to do something with them.   I wanted to make jelly, but I had to get rid of the tiny seeds, so I put them in the blender and tried to strain them through cheesecloth.  It took forever, and the juice was not nice and clear.  To me it looked like a hemorrhage with a giant blood clot and bloody bandages. YUK.  I had to throw it all away and start over...
  There had to be another way!  So I filled the big pot with the berries, added a little water and boiled them down.  I took the mixture and strained it and got rid of all the seeds. Beautiful, clear juice.  I made the jelly just like it says on the Sure-Gel package.  I agree with my mama, there is nothing like hearing those jelly jars go "PLINK" when they are sealing up with the hot jellies.  I also need to mention that it is delicious and makes terrific peanut butter and jelly sammiches. 

Happy Is Not That Difficult

 Happy is not that difficult.


Come sit here on the swing with me, have the beverage of your choice, and please interrupt me any time!
This is what I have found out.

 Everyone gets blue.  We think that happy is difficult, but it really isn't.
A lot of the time, if you are female, you can count to the 28th day on your calendar and all of a sudden you feel a smidge better.
There is no reason for me to attempt to give you advice, because you have already decided what you want to do, even if that
is to do nothing.  At this point in my life, I have become more gentle in judging people, myself included.
So, if the consequences for your actions are unpleasant, then stop doing whatever is causing them.
If you are hungry, eat-if you are having unprotected sex, expect some sweet babies, or a nasty disease.
If you are dating someone who drinks and beats you up, then expect more of it if you marry the shmuck.
Our lives are not forever, so giggle with your spouse and kiss them often in front of the children.
I ask Big G all the time to "Be My Valentine"~and of course he says yes!
Nope, happy is not that difficult, but it does take a little effort.
More later

Hilarious Bloggers

   I do so enjoy reading blogs randomly, but of course I have my favorites.  Usually the ones with absolutely breathtaking photographs of random objects...why I enjoy these the most, I have no idea.
I found something humorous on one of these lovelier blogs.   It is a message to anyone who might like it enough to give it an award.   The pretentiousness of it just amazed me, and made me laugh out loud.  Here it is:

  While I appreciate each and every one of the awards that you have given me since 2007, I have decided that my blog will no longer be accepting awards and tags. Thank you for your understanding. 

****************I think that is way out...groovy...past snobbery******************************

I think I really should endeavor to make my thoughts as snobby as possible, or my photos much more impressive so that I can keep up.
At any rate, I have decided to call my writing's "Blogettes" since they are far too simple to be real blogs.


I have also to decided to make myself some fake blog awards, since I find that to be kinda neat-o.

Porch Discussions

  We have really used our porches over the years.  Our boys have grown up having "Porch Discussions" about everything from the good old days to religion to sex, drugs, rock and roll, peer pressure, and of course whatever sport they are following at any time.
    Heat or cold, doesn't matter, there we are.  You can learn a lot sitting on the porch.  You can also eat a lot of steak, burgers, hot dogs and homemade ice cream.  They are used to seeing me sipping a good glass of Moscato and it is nice to have a frozen fruity smoothie every now and then.
    Jeffrey and Rosie consider the porch part of their extended nest, so those birds will talk some cockatiel to you even if you are not bi-lingual.  

Almost everything can seem humorous ... eventually.

    Almost everything can seem humorous ... eventually.
Even those pictures from Nursing School that you promised yourself you would never show anyone.
  They are starting to look pretty good, and that is amazing...or sad, I can't decide.
A friend of mine and I decided we would write a book about our adventures in nursing, and we are gonna title it, "You Got It In The Wrong Hole".
I think it is a terrific title, and of course there is a marvelous story to go with it, if you are over 18 and you are interested.

Facebook and Friends

   I got a facebook message today from another blogger.   I had asked to be a facebook friend, because I have actually read some of her books and I read her blog from time to time.

The message was:
Thank you for wanting to be my friend, but
Facebook won't let me have anymore friends because the limit is 5000. Come join my fan page! I promise not to send annoying emails like the other fan pages do.

My response:     wow...5000..


So, her friendships are limited, and I didn't win the lottery.  Isn't that tacky?  I felt a whiff of elementary school come over me all of a sudden-like.
Like when you made the shoe-box mailboxes in 3rd grade, and everyone bought those little Valentines.
You would use up all of your pink and red crayons coloring hearts before time for the homeroom party hoping that you got a Valentine from each and every other child in the room.
It never failed, somebody would have forgotten one Valentine, and you NEVER wanted to be the one who did not get all the Valentines.

So i guess she won't "Be My Valentine", huh?
How devastating!                                                                                                                                        

My beautiful jelly-cake made with fresh Plum Jelly