When You Make Bad Choices

As I picked my kids up from the gym, I heard a number of ‘HOLY SMOKES! IT’S COLD OUT HERE!’ And you know what?  They were right.  It was cold out there.

And I had not worn any socks.  And I had a friend who had worn her flip flops.  Another had on her exercise pants which did not cover her ankles.  My good friend T pointed out that I had made a bad choice and I was going to have to live with it.

His words sounded suspiciously like my words.  OH MY.

I begged the friends not to tell my mom!  They giggled…and said, ‘MS. HAYS YOU DON’T LIVE WITH YOUR MOM!!’ More giggling.

You know what?  It was just socks.  And I am a grown-up who can make her own choices.  Forgetting my socks only affected me–for the most part. It meant that I wasn’t going to be too hip to have any extra outside recess so that affected the kids.

But what about when bad choices affect others?  Do I think about how my choices affect others?  Sometimes.  But really. Probably not.  As humans we can be very selfish.

I am human.



What’s Best?

What’s best?

People who show up and aren’t present or people who just don’t show up?

Is there really a difference?

Not sure.  Still thinking about this one…..


6 Years Later…..

Here I am.

I am taking the plunge.  I like to write.  I like to write a lot.

I finally realized how much I miss writing.  What took me so long?

I am slow on the uptake.

Lots of changes have occurred since I started this blog and then migrated to wordpress and back to blogspot.

But I am back.  And here to stay.

(and I remember this feeling–and it feels good)



Random Dozen



1. Do you prefer to read the book or see the movie?

Read the book.  Duh.
2. What is your favorite holiday and why?

My birthday.  Greatest day of the year next to Christmas.

3. Which do you like better – the mountains or the beach?

Beach, baby, beach.  Mountains equal cold in my mind and I want nothing to do with cold.

4. If money were no consideration, what vehicle would you drive?

2010 Yukon

5. What is your favorite cold-weather beverage?

Hot tea.  Depending on my mood, I Love Lemon or Peppermint.

6. How do you communicate most often with your friends: phone, email, text, face-to-face, or Facebook?

Are you saying I have friends?

7. How do you receive your mail? Mailbox on the porch, at the end of the driveway, down the street, or post office box?

Mailbox on the porch.

8. Of the four basic personality types – sanguine, phlegmatic, melancholic, and choleric – which is your strongest? Which is your least evident? (See definitions below.)

Sanguine.  Sanguine.  Sanguine.
9. What do you miss the most about being 20?

I miss my 20-year-old body.  The one that could roll out on limited sleep and eat fish sandwiches at 2 am.  The one that could sleep 12 hours, take a nap and sleep another 12 hours.  The one that could eat Doritos’ after 10 am without needing acid reducer to sleep. Oh and fit in jeans slightly smaller than the ones hanging in my closet.

10. How long from the time you get up, does it take you to get ready to walk out the door in the morning?

30 minutes.  Shower, hair, everything.  Do I do this?  Occasionally.  Yes, even at my age.  Somehow though, the day doesn’t go as smoothly and I end up frustrated.  So it’s better to ease into the day with some coffee and newspaper time, possibly folding some clothes or cleaning up a room.

11. Who handles the car maintenance and pays the bills in your family?

Me.  Me and me.
12. For those in the US, how many states have you visited? For those outside the US, how many provinces/other countries have you visited?

7 states.  I am not exactly a world traveler.  And I didn’t marry one either. Just sayin’.


Now hop on over to 2nd cup of coffee…..and link up!

Brownie Bites

This is the post that almost wasn’t.  I hate to complain….but I am COMPLAINING.  Blogger and I just can’t keep on this way.  We took a break like a couple of middle schoolers ‘dating’ but I think I am going to have to go all the way and break up.  Once again, I was forced to curse and pound the table when trying to upload photos.  Really, Blogger?

Alas, I was able to pull myself together and I have a little recipe to share with you.

My son found this recipe years ago in a magazine that he was reading while he was, um, well attending to his business.  It’s a gene pool issue.  Anyway, he was probably 7 or so and he thought these would be easy and fun.  And he was right, for the most part.

You need 1 brownie mix and a bag of hugs.  Mix the brownies according to the directions.

Then you fill mini muffin cups with brownies.  I line mine with mini paper cups I buy at this really awesome kitchen store we have here in town.  You can spray the mini muffin tins with baking spray but……the brownie bites must sit until they are completely cool before removing them from the pan.  I have tried removing them before they are cool and the hug sets up and well, I am telling you that it isn’t pretty.  My people will still eat them, but they cannot be taken anywhere for the public to enjoy.

Bake the brownie bites at 350 for around 12 minutes.  The actual recipe says 16-22 minutes–which is wwwaaaayyyyy too long.  Try hockey puck long.

And yes, I have 2 mini muffin pans.  I don’t particularly care for the red silicone one.  I just HAD to have it and really, I don’t like it.

I do under bake my brownies just a bit.  We like them with that slight under bake.  After you remove the brownies from the oven, place a hug on the top of the brownie bite.  And you are done.

A couple of tips……these are best baked a day ahead of when you want to serve them.  They don’t come out of the paper muffins cups really ‘clean’ the first day.  And they kind of set up.  They are just better the second day.  I intended to make them last night for a function tonight, but I was simply too tired after dinner last night to do anything but watch Project Runway.  Highly addictive stupid show that I can’t stop watching once I start–bad car wreck kind of thing–I shouldn’t watch but I can’t stop myself.

I took this one out of the muffin tin kind of warm so I could take a picture of it for you.  You can kind of see that it kind of flattens out the hug and make it look a little like a….well…..um….a body part that shouldn’t be seen, pierced or tattooed.  Think Janet Jackson at the Superbowl.

I have used differently flavors of kisses–mint, caramel filled, peanut butter, blah blah blah.  Hugs make the prettiest brownie bites and actually, I think they taste the best.

Just leave them in the muffin tin until they are completely cool to save yourself from immature comments from the peanut gallery.  Just sayin’.

10 Things….

1.  I’m walkin’ on sunshine…..

2.  It’s strawberry season!  I have had several pounds over the past week and aaahhhh….they are delicious.

3.  About that bonehead on The Amazing Race.  Who gets Noah confused with Joan?  Really.  Seriously.

4.  It’s just a game, fellas.

5.  I am enjoying not wearing 47 layers to school and no coat at recess.  Although, I have found that those layers have been covering up several new ‘additions’ to my body.  Ugh.  Salad, no dressing and water with lemon for me, please.

6.  Who does a research project with 3rd graders?  Their teacher must drink.  Or she needs to start.

7.  Sleeping all night rock–even if just happens once in a blue moon.  I feel for women who are having babies in their 30’s because they may not sleep through the night for like 20 years.

8.  Health Care Bill.  Enough said.

9.  Holy Smokolies!!  Who told her this looked good?  Pepto, anybody?  And that hair?  Really.  Seriously.  And that song?  Yikes.

10.  8 days left in March.  43 school days.  21 days until my oldest child is no longer a teenager.  Life moves at the speed of light.  Just sayin’.


OK.  So sometimes things don’t go as planned.  “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”  –proverbs 16:9

And even with that ‘help’ sometimes things just happen.

We’re watching THE GAME on Saturday.  It was pretty intense.  Lots of shifting around.  Moving from one TV to another.  Yelling.  Which is OK if it’s a ball game but not OK if it’s the Price is Right.  Another post for another time.

2 minutes or maybe less left in the game.  Panic is beginning to set in.

Caller ID pops up on the TV screen.  Yes.  We pay for that luxury.  It lets us know if we must get up to find a phone or if it’s just Granny who will leave a message and then begin calling our cell phones.  And leaving messages.  If we are lucky, she will post a ‘message’ on our social networking pages.

This time it wasn’t Granny.  It was good friend of my husband’s from high school.  Bells go off.  David wouldn’t just randomly call in the middle of THE GAME.  We chitchat and he eventually asks to talk to Coach.

Coach and his buddies.  They were quite the group.  Oh the stories….and more stories (Stuff you can’t tell your children, yet).  No wonder Granny has gray hair, smoked cigarettes and drank coffee.  And sometimes wine.  And bonded.  For life.  It’s one of those deals.  30 years can go by but they all know where to find each other.  And can count on each other.  

I hear the tone of Coach’s voice change.

At this point, THE GAME becomes just another game on just another Saturday.
Because it seems that one of the group has suffered a terrible, horrible, totally unthinkable tragedy.

The loss of a child. 

Time stands still, I think.

Suddenly, THE GAME took on new meaning.

I hurt for those people.

This song….well, I have shared this before…..and I probably will share it again.  Just sayin’.