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McGee #1

Unfortunately, it may be nearing the end. Our oldest dog, McGee, is on his last leg. He has been going down hill for the last few weeks, and it has been so hard to watch him deteriorate and struggle over these weeks. The Vet is offering some medication that might help. We should know within the next 48 hours.

It seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home. We had decided that we wanted to be a two dog family, and Rodney had been in touch with the Wheaten Rescue Mission in hopes of finding a dog that needed a new home. We found one not far from where we were living at the time. McGee was living with another family that had a new born and older Wheaten. They felt like it was too much to have two dogs with the new baby. We couldn't wait to bring him home. Our excitement was a little premature. As much as we wanted the two dogs to get along, there initial meeting did not go as hoped. In fact, they never really got along.

McGee was not your typical Wheaten Terrier. Most Wheaten's are extremely energetic. They usually come running at you and jump up at you or into your arms the minute you get home. A trait known as the Wheaten Greetin'. It was if all that had been trained out of him. McGee was happiest lying under a piece of furniture (usually the dining room table) or lounging on the stairwell (as long as he could see out the window). He was never really a lap dog. He was more of a loner, so we would always wonder if he was happy.

I have a lot of memories that I will always cherish. I remember taking him with us to check on the church one night and he ended up jumping in the baptismal font. At Trinity Toledo the font was a large pool in the floor. We had to grab a bunch of towels to dry him off and clean up the mess. I also found it interesting that even though McGee and Chelsea (our first Wheaten) never got along, they still liked knowing that they were in the house together. If we went out at night, we would put up a baby gate to separate the two of them. When we would come home, they were usually lying next to the gate keeping each other company.

May. 19th, 2010

It is safe to say that red has always been one of my favorite colors.

Your rainbow is strongly shaded red.


What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate energetic people. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Crispy & Thin


I think I may have finally hit upon my best crust for pizza.  We both like thin crust, so I'm always trying to find the best version possible.  This time I altered a previous recipe just a little and I think it was a big hit.  As usual, I roll out my crust on parchment that then goes directly onto to stone in the oven.  The paper browns and the crust get nice and crispy.  I think I'm satisfied for the moment.  I don't need to look for any other crust recipes for the time being.

New Year's Day Breakfast

I got up early to make these cinnamon buns. Made with sour cream and yeast, they got a great rise and were quite tastey. It's taking all the restraint I have not to go downstairs and finish them off.

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Opera in honor of "Pagerbear"

 I know how much Pagerbear loves his opera, so I thought I would post this in honor of him.  Make sure you have a hankie handy.  You will need to dry your eyes.

From laughing so hard.

Red Letter Day

It was time to finally say good-bye to the old mixer with one last day of baking.  I started off the day making a loaf of bread.   There is almost nothing better than hot fresh homemade bread.  After that it was on to cupcakes, specifically "Red Velvet Cupcakes".

Any southerner knows how much "we" love our Red Velvet, and what better way to top them than with a Cream Cheese Frosting.

That would be one of the 3 dozen that I made and iced to take to work tomorrow.  After the cupcakes came the pizza dough, a nice thin crispy crust.  All day I was thinking about my new mixer.  Thinking that it just might arrive today, and of course it did.  Rodney brought it home with him from work (it was easier to have it delivered there).

So after one final day with the old blue mixer (soon to be heading towards my mother's house), it was time to open, unveil, and make a place on the counter for the new mixer.

So in the words of Mary Haines, "I've had two years to grow claws mother, Jungle red.

Am I a Spring? Or am I an Autumn?

 I have a decision to make, and it's not an easy one.  Part of me thinks that if I read about someone else struggling with this same issue somewhere, I would probably say they have way to much time on their hands.  So before you comment, realize I understand that this may not be the most important decision for some.  However, it has been a struggle for me. My issue?

What color to get for my Kitchen Aid mixer? They don't break.  So whatever I pick, I am going to have for a LONG time. I have a small one now, that I have had for almost twenty years.  It's never given me any trouble, but I have always wanted a bigger one. (Who doesn't?) Rodney made the suggestion (with birthday right around the corner), why not replace it.  I could give the smaller one to my mother who doesn't have a mixer and wants one, and I could get the larger one that I have been wanting.  I have thought and thought and thought about it. I have looked at every color possible and find it one of the hardest thing to commit to.  I think, I could pick a wall color for every room in the house without any problem, but decide on the color of a new mixer and I'm completely stumped.  You have to remember, it's not going to break.  If I decide in a few years that I'm not really crazy about the tangerine or pistachio mixer anymore, I'm stuck with it.

The color of my current mixer?  
Cobalt blue.

I do like it, but I feel like now is my chance to do something different.  I just never imagined I would be so stumped by what should be a simple choice.  Maybe if I had picked the first one I might be more inclined to stick with the same color, but it was a gift a very long time ago. Of course there's a story to go with the gift, but not necessarily one we need to get in to right now. So now is my chance to pick the color that best represents me.  But what is it?  What am I? Am I Empire Red, or maybe I'm Pear or Boysenberry?

Maybe I'll just go pick a color to paint the bathroom.

An Easter message at it's best.


My Easter find for the season. Kind of fits my mood. Eating something that came of of a chicken's ass.

Sweet & Salty


"Sweet and Salty Cake"

Rodney requested this cake for his birthday. He saw it posted somewhere and was intrigued by the recipe. I have to admit that I was too. It is a chocolate cake with a "salty" caramel between the layers, and a chocolate caramel ganache frosting. While R. was at church this morning I set out to make his cake. Time didn't permit for us to get to celebrate his birthday on Friday. (Other than a quick bit out and a "bad" movie.)  The cake part was easy, and if the cake taste anywhere near as good as the batter did, then it should be quite good. It was the caramel that was a little tricky. (I've never made one before.) So of course, I burned the sugar the first time, but had success on my second try. And I will say, it is salty. Then of course I had to make another caramel for the ganache. The first time I didn't take it far enough, so I ended up with a watery mess and a big glop of sugar attached to my whisk. The second time was the charm. I was amazed at how I could truly "sense" that the sugar was about to got too far just from the smell. A few seconds more and it would have been burnt all over again.

Obviously, we haven't cut into it yet.  But I am anxious to see if it is as unique and delicious as it's name suggests.

I'll have to let you know.