I think the best Chocolate Chip cookie I have ever tasted in my life is my Grandma K's. She would always have a supply on hand in her cookie jar. I think she had to make a double batch every week....if not every week it would be every other week. I remember being a young girl over there 'helping' her to make them. I was able to mix the batter until she added the last cup of flour. Then it was near impossible to mix. She would take the spoon from me and mix it up without any problem at all. Then she would mix the chocolate chips in. When the chocolate chips hit the batter it was a good feeling and a bad one at the same time. It was good in the sense that I couldn't believe she could mix that batter again and the cookies were that much closer to being completed. It was bad in the sense that I would have rather eaten the batter raw without the chocolate chips in there. See, I don't care for chocolate much.
But, what I wouldn't do to eat Grandmas Chocolate Chip cookies again. I miss your strength and love Grandma!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Warm hands = Warm Memories
When I was younger I would go to my grandparents house frequently. Almost daily because we lived 4 city blocks away from them. My grandma would watch us before school when we stopped going to daycare until we were old enough to stay home alone. Then, when I was in high school my grandpa was diagnosed with emphysema.
I remember when his disease was starting to get worse and we would go there to visit him. Every woman that walked in the door had to give him her hand so he could feel the temperature. He loved to see how hot or cold peoples hands were.
I remember when I held his hand how his face would always light up. He would always tell me that I was the only woman that had warm hands. Oh how I wish I could tell him today how that warmed my heart. And it still does!
I remember when his disease was starting to get worse and we would go there to visit him. Every woman that walked in the door had to give him her hand so he could feel the temperature. He loved to see how hot or cold peoples hands were.
I remember when I held his hand how his face would always light up. He would always tell me that I was the only woman that had warm hands. Oh how I wish I could tell him today how that warmed my heart. And it still does!
Hope
is something that I look forward to,
something I can hold on to,
something that can never be taken from me.
I hold on to the hope that I have for my life, my love, my health, my family, and my friends. There is never a reason to give up on hope. Why? Because without hope you have none of the above.
something I can hold on to,
something that can never be taken from me.
I hold on to the hope that I have for my life, my love, my health, my family, and my friends. There is never a reason to give up on hope. Why? Because without hope you have none of the above.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Being a mom
...is one of the best jobs in the world.
...is one of the toughest jobs in the world.
...is the best feeling when you wake up to kisses on your face.
...is the best feeling when you are getting a hug goodnight.
...is just simply the best thing I have ever become!
...is one of the toughest jobs in the world.
...is the best feeling when you wake up to kisses on your face.
...is the best feeling when you are getting a hug goodnight.
...is just simply the best thing I have ever become!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
How to start?
I have had intentions on starting a blog for a long time...probably a couple of years. I have never taken the time but feel now just may be the time to do it. If nothing else I will be able to look back if ever needed.
Why now?
Last week I started something that has been pulling on my heart for a long time. I found a non-profit organization that does what I truly believe in and I joined them in their mission. I have heard of issues in other countries and I have heard people donating lots of money and the money just needs to continue pouring in. I never understood why the people willing to help didn't go in and teach the people in need of help how to make a life for themselves. I finally found this type of organization with Global Hope Network International (GHNI). I learned of this organization through a fellow blogger who went to Africa to see first hand who GHNI helps. She asked her followers if they would be interested in assisting GHNI with their work and the turnout was amazing! She was able to assist with 2 villages being adopted. I got in on the second one (the first one went to fast!). Then I was given the opportunity to Skype with Jennifer and the village of Garmaam.
After the Skype call the other readers that were involved with the Skype call wrote blog posts about their experience. I was the only one who didn't have a blog. Until now! I will share my story of the Skype call, how I feel about adopting Garmaam, and about the pulling I have felt on my heart another time. For now, I can say I have blogged!
Blessings,
Deb
Why now?
Last week I started something that has been pulling on my heart for a long time. I found a non-profit organization that does what I truly believe in and I joined them in their mission. I have heard of issues in other countries and I have heard people donating lots of money and the money just needs to continue pouring in. I never understood why the people willing to help didn't go in and teach the people in need of help how to make a life for themselves. I finally found this type of organization with Global Hope Network International (GHNI). I learned of this organization through a fellow blogger who went to Africa to see first hand who GHNI helps. She asked her followers if they would be interested in assisting GHNI with their work and the turnout was amazing! She was able to assist with 2 villages being adopted. I got in on the second one (the first one went to fast!). Then I was given the opportunity to Skype with Jennifer and the village of Garmaam.
After the Skype call the other readers that were involved with the Skype call wrote blog posts about their experience. I was the only one who didn't have a blog. Until now! I will share my story of the Skype call, how I feel about adopting Garmaam, and about the pulling I have felt on my heart another time. For now, I can say I have blogged!
Blessings,
Deb
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