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Things I want my girls to know: The Real World



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From time to time on this blog you will find this series, Things I want my girls to know. My girls are thirteen and seven. They have very different personalities. They have been raised along the guidelines which were set down by my mother, my grandmother, my aunts and my great aunts. 
 
You’re probably saying to yourself, that’s a lot of female relatives.  I have many, and they are vocal. However my girls have also been raised according to my husband’s beliefs as well.  
I bought a scrapbook for each of them a few years ago. When I bought them I had grand ideas of sitting down and making them each a scrapbook. The scrapbooks have sat at the bottom of my closet. The idea however has been percolating in my mind. 
When I left home I was a sheltered openly vulnerable seventeen, who had never been away from home or family at all. I cried for two weeks, but I was determined to make it on my own, so I pushed forward. I want that for my girls that tenacity, that ability to feel fear and still move forward. 
I wasn’t prepared for what living in a new country and culture would mean. My mother stricken with cancer at the age of thirty two and orphaned at the age of five had been over protective. This is not a criticism. This is a statement of fact. Her upbringing via maiden aunts and her illness drove her need to protect her children with everything inside her.
I too am over protective. I have only let my older daughter attend a sleep over once, and only with  people that I’d gotten to know well. I want my girls to know, that I like my mother before me care about happens to them.  I want to protect them, to shelter them from harm. But, I promise that I will try not to shelter them so much that they have no skills to survive in the real world.

This year,this month, this day.

In the past year the hubby has hurt his back exactly three times. Each time has been a lesson in patience and perseverance for both of us. Sciatica and herniated disc do not a happy man make.

In the past month it happened again for the third time and now we’re talking surgery.

Today  we take it one day at a time and looking for the good in things, today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day!

“Ahoy me mateys. You best be having a good day.!”

Hello out there!

Well first things first happy New Year! yes I know I’m horribly late but honestly I’ve trying to limit the time I spend on the internet. You know the time stealing monster. Which is now worse because I had to get a new laptop, since my old “monster” and yes I do mean monster (It had a 17 inch screen and weighed about 10-15lbs, would just keep freezing on me when I was writing. Thank God for Best Buy having deals every week. Anyway enough gushing about having a laptop that actually works now.
So here are the exciting things that have happened to me so far, my current WIP ( Work in Progress) has been completely torn apart and now I’m in the process of rewriting it. Why? You ask would I do this, well here it is. I attended Robin Perini and Laura Bakers, day long Discovering Story Magic Class, which I had already taken previously online, but because I’m a skulker it didn’t quite have the same impact on me that it did in person. Needless to say, I took a good long hard at my book (which by the way I thought I had already done) with the help of a friend and came to the conclusion that I needed to change a few things.
Ok so the other exciting thing to happen is I signed up for my first conference, so I’ll be attending the Southern lights conference writers conference in March. I’m nervous as hell. And my eight year-old just came home with all A’s whoo-hoo, meanwhile my 2 year-old has been signing the drunken sailor song in school. Did I mention she goes to a Lutheran preschool, Grampa’s in trouble now( Just kidding).
Well Let me know what’s been going on in the world out there.

Christmas Card blues

This weekend, went by in a blur.First was my hubby’s commencement ceremony for his Masters, which at one point early this year I thought I was going to have to force him to attend. Wooo hooo, I forget just how many years, but he did it! After which we all needed sustenance and a nap, and Trust me after 2 1/2 hours and Sonny’s barbeque, we really needed the nap. Then came Sunday and along with it the Christmas card photos. We couldn’t figure out the flash on my camera. Then we couldn’t get our act together to pose for the actual pictures. There are a lot of photos of one of us running into the frame.But I’m seriously considering sending out the outtakes as the Christmas cards though my mother in law isn’t in favor of it. Just in case your wondering we usually send out around 200 cards so she hits her family and I do mine that way every one gets one and no-one is missed. So I leave you with Alexandra doing her imperial best , to get me to stop taking pictures of her. So here’s my question for you just how many pictures did you have to take to get the right one? We’re at 20 plus and counting.

Baking what Baking?

So the baking didn’t happen on Tuesday as planned. It’s just hard to coordinate with someone who lives in a completely different country and is six hours ahead of you. Though honestly I just need a better speaker phone, and more time. my cousin is guilty however of eating most of her maraschino Cherries,( Which were soaked in rum and red wine) so we’ll have to give her a couple of days.
So, what did I do instead you ask; well I had tea with a new friend, whom I had invited over to view the baking process. ( For all the info you ever wanted on tea start here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea ) Don’t you just love Wikipedia? I grew up in a former British colony were tea is major part of life, and memories of Sunday tea at my aunt Patsy’s house, where her mahogany table had been polished to a shine and a tea cloth put on it while, cookies and scones and fresh baked bread, shared the spotlight with a large fruit cake and the Earl Grey tea . For us it was a time to gather as a family and to slowdown at least enough to enjoy if not a meal then a break. Which brings me back to yesterday it was good to sit down and talk and enjoy a cup of tea, poured from my mother’s tea pot, with someone who enjoyed it as much as I did.
Here’s my question to you:
When was the last time you took time out for something you really enjoyed? and What was it?

Hello Everyone!

I finally made the decision to set up a blog last night, so here I am ready to let everyone into my head. It Christmas Time and when I should be singing Deck the halls, I have yet to Deck the halls but the good news is at least I have the floors down, the walls painted and the tree is up. Funny enough my cousin in France and I have a date to make Black Cake over the phone. I know sounds crazy right? But you’re probably asking;What is Black cake? Traditional Christmas fare from St. Vincent and the Grenadines, its also used as wedding cake. It’s a heavy fruit cake made with red wine, brandy and rum. For those of you who are curious and would like to try it out, here is my Aunty Patsy’s recipe:

INGREDIENTS
1/2 lb EACH butter ,sugar and flour
6 eggs
2tsp. b/powder
1/2 bottle browning
cinnamon/pumpkin pie spice
vanilla essence(your preference)
1 1/2-2lbs dried fruit soaked for a few days earlier in a mixture of wine(red) and brandy(enough to cover the fruit in the container)
METHOD
Cream butter and sugar.add eggs(beaten or otherwise),flour with b/powder and spices.
Add browning to taste(colour).
In a blender, crush half the soaked fruits.
Add this mush and the rest of the fruits to the batter.
Pour into greased and floured tins and bake in a 350 degree oven until a toothpick comes out clean.
N.B. Cracked (not ground) nuts are an option. Double recipe if necessary.

So Merry Christmas, I’ll let you know how the baking goes.