I love history and I love to read. I especially like to read fiction with a historical background. I also love a fiction series with recurring characters. I like to see what happens next, ya know what I mean?
I have been reading a fiction series that has all of these qualities. Author Michael Jecks has a wonderful series featuring a former Knight Templar, Sir Baldwin Furnshill and his friend, Bailiff Simon Puttock. These novels are set in 1300’s England and feature Baldwin and Simon solving a crime (usually murder- maybe always murder, I haven’t read them all so I’m not sure). Mr. Jecks is a gifted writer. He really gives a sense of what life was like back then. He has a helpful glossary and cast of characters in the beginning of many of the books- great for keeping track of everyone and deciphering some medieval words! The mystery part of the books keeps you guessing. I hate a mystery that has a convenient ending- “so & so did it”- but the story just doesn’t support the conclusion. These books are not like that. Mr. Jecks is very skillful with his plotting.
If you like a good mystery, you should try these books.
Here is your first Ice Cream Mama cookie recipe. My husband loves these. We call them Snowballs but I have also heard them called Russian Tea Cakes. They are really easy to make and since they don’t spread you can put a whole bunch of them on one cookie sheet.
1 cup butter
1/2 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
2 1/4 cups flour
1/4 tsp salt
3/4 cup finely chopped nuts (I use walnuts)
powdered sugar for covering
Preheat oven to 400
Mix butter, powdered sugar and vanilla.
Stir in flour and salt.
Stir in nuts.
Chill dough about one hour.
Roll into 1/2 inch balls.
Bake for about 10 minutes. (That is how long in my oven- adjust for your own)
While warm, roll in powdered sugar.
Roll in sugar again.
I don’t know how many this makes because they go faster than I can count.
I took the Squishy One to a petting zoo today. It was small but they had some cute animals. She got to ride the pony twice since they were not busy. She was so thrilled. It was so much fun to watch her.
They had a small pen with a goat, a calf, a sheep, two chickens and a small donkey. She was in the pen with them petting her little hands off. All of a sudden she got this funny look on her face. I asked her what was wrong. She said, “Mama, I smell something. Something bad.”
Well, kiddo, that is what animals smell like!
She had a good time and it was something different to do. Also, it was free and free is good!
I mean that is the color of money, right?
I’m not a shopper on a good day never mind on a day called Black Friday. Even if I wasn’t hobbling around on crutches I still wouldn’t be out there at 5:00 in the morning. There is not much that would induce me to get out of my bed before 5 AM. I highly value my sleep!
Needless to say, my children will not be getting the Wii or the Sega 5 Gazillion or whatever the hell it is because I also don’t camp out for anything at anytime.
I have no idea what to get my 15 (16 in January) year old step daughter. I always think I have something good for her but no. Last year we got her an MP3- she never uses it. A few years ago we got her an electric pencil sharpener as a stocking stuffer & I swear that has turned out to be the gift of the decade. Who would have figured? Any ideas?
There are about 3 thousand things I see for the little one. Problem is- I’ll be tired of playing with 2999 after about ten seconds but she’ll want to play for hours.
I am so not ready for Christmas this year.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
The biopsy went ok and I should have results on Tuesday. I’ll post about this tomorrow.
Thursday Thirteen Thanksgiving Version
I am thankful for:
1. My husband
2. My children
3. The rest of my family
4. That I have a job I like (most of the time anyway)
5. It was my left foot & not my right so I can still drive.
6. Local anesthesia
8. My mother’s sausage stuffing
9. Did I mention Vicodin?
10. That someone I have known for a long time has had a dream come true.
11. Good books
12. Health insurance
13. Jesus and the conversation I had with him during my biopsy
Here’s an entry for the Dumb Ass Mama files. I think I jinxed myself with yesterday’s post.
I worked half day yesterday to make up for time lost during Vomitfest 2006. When I got home Squishy wanted to see her Nana. God forbid they go three days without seeing each other. I put her in the booster seat, took a step back, caught my foot on the curb and almost screamed because of the pain. I sat down and it eased up so we went to my mother’s. While we were there the pain increased a little bit but it was still no big deal. Did I go home and put my foot up? Why no, I went to the grocery store. Of course it was packed with stressed out, nasty people. Half way through my list I thought I was going to cry, it hurt that much. I hobbled out with a women behind me complaining “Why can’t some people walk a little faster?” And Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
Anyway, to make a long story short- I went to the emergency room. Thank God it’s not broken. I tore the ligaments on the top and side of my foot. Let me tell you, this hurts worse than when I broke my leg. Is that weird or what? The doctor told me if I stayed off the foot & kept it elevated and iced for 3-5 days it should be fine. I laughed at him and asked how long will it take to heal if I don’t stay off it. For some reason he didn’t think this was funny. But it is reality- I have a three year old for Pete’s sake.
Things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving Eve:
It’s not broken.
It’s my left foot so I can still drive.
The pain in my foot is helping to keep my mind of the biopsy this afternoon.
That word about sums up what I’m feeling right now. I’m not talking about full blown panic attack- just a constant low level anxious feeling. I gotta tell ya, I’m nervous about tomorrow’s biopsy. I’m not overly concerned about the whole Molly Ignant thing. If it’s cancer, I’ll deal with that.
No, I’m having anxiety about the biopsy itself. I’m not really sure why. It’s not the pain thing. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain. I once fell down the stairs at work & broke my leg. I sat there talking with a co-worker while I waited for the ambulance. Granted it wasn’t a big break but still. I’m not sure how I’ll do with a needle in the throat but other people do it so I can too. Right? You think I can do it, don’t you?
My mom is bringing me (the Big Guy has to work, if he doesn’t he won’t get paid for Thursday & we need the money). I love my mother but (of course there’s a but) she is very, umm, hyper. She thinks because she is over 60 that she has infinite wisdom. While I would agree that she can teach me some things, there are other things out there that she knows jack shit about. She could incite the pope to murder. As I am typing this my anxiety is increasing. I can actually feel it in my chest. Holy crap, my mother is the root of my anxiety and it only took 37 years to figure this out. Duh. Another thing, maybe two, she has a lead foot and thinks all drivers should yield to her, she weaves, she tailgates and she curses like a sailor. No- a sailor could take lessons from my mother. She does this all at the top of her lungs while flipping the bird.
Maybe I should take a cab. Anybody gonna be around tomorrow around 1:00? No, could you FedEx me a xanax or three?