Come on over…

My dear friends and followers,

I am taking this full virtual-space (Cancer Together; What do I do now?) and add it to my other blog-bowl;

 Have Fun With It

to create a big messy gooey life recipe.

I offer you a spoon and hope you will dip in and take some tastes.

I am excited to also introduce to you a new blog on my passion; Preserving that mysterious and wonderful time called “childhood.” Please take a peek and send others.

 Only One Childhood

This space will stay open offering my hand and heart as a continuous life preserver holding to you as you return back to posts.

You will

find those pieces of HAPPY 

you feel you have lost

buried

under the

cancer brick load.

I understand and acknowledge YOU.

Thank you for allowing me

to hold on to you

as my life saver.

I hope you will continue on my journey and enjoy…

Have Fun With It

Scrambled Egg Time!

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This amazing little container can be a source for great fun besides tummy filling. It fits the palm of human hands so perfectly it makes us want to…

yep, throw it.

I admit,

with my rambunctious, energetic family, I  have actually acted on that thought and have encouraged healthy and legal “egg bombing” activities; particularly around Easter EGG-STRAVEGANZA time!

Some egg enthusiasts create confetti filled eggs and crack them on heads of friends or family for strange satisfaction but this eco-friendly family, date, or friend’s activity is so much more satisfying as you hurl these perfect filled egg sized bombs against trees, over ponds, in fields, out windows, over cliffs, at mountains, at self made NATURAL targets and NOT at people or people’s things!

*There is a disclaimer attached because I am not a biologist and wonder if it could create severe neurosis in birdies when they come to feast the treat and see parts of their cousin’s offspring shells amidst the bird seed. (I hope they have poor eye sight and don’t notice.)

Directions:

Tap the top of the egg until you make a slight hole and dump out the contents in a cup, or bowl to make scrambled eggs later on.

Make a carton or two or three or five.

You will wish you had more!

I promise!

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While you let the eggs dry out in the carton go to your local store and purchase a small bag of bird seed. You probably have left over from the Random Acts of Kindness Date ideas in the past blog posts. (While you’re there get a tiny bag of grass seed for another Easter EGG-STRAVEGANZA activity; the grass-hair growing one)

When you return fill up the eggs with bird seed and place them back in the egg cartons.

Optional you can cover the hole with duct  or masking tape but you don’t have to.

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Isn’t that the coolest little container!

You have now created satisfying eco-friendly egg-bombs that can create some pretty fun memories for you and happy birds, mice, rats, squirrels and chipmunks and sometimes bears.

Then,

Don’t forget to go back to your kitchen which is a playground full of fun full-sensory experiments, messes, gadgets and family/friend/possible significant other fun. 

Whip up the eggs and sit down to a warm meal together. Don’t forget to thank that hen for pushing out that perfect little container..bless her heart…and bumm!

Recipe Variations to regular scrambled eggs

(complimentary of Family Fun Cook Book, Pg, 21)

Cream Cheese and Chives Scrambled Eggs: Melt 1 T butter in saucepan. Beat two eggs together and stir in pan for one minute. Add 1-2 T cream cheese, cut into 1/2 in cubes and 4 fresh  chives, snipped into pieces. Yummmm. I can smell a toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese just sittin’ next to this on a dish!

Cheddar Cheese and Bacon: Don’t we do this anyway! Pfff! I don’t think we need directions…(Nuke bacon in the microwave between 2 paper towels for less mess and faster in the tummy)

Cottage Cheese and Dill: Add 1 heaping T. cottage cheese and 2 t. chopped dill to the nearly cooked scrambled eggs. The cottage cheese melts like regular cheese but it is light and creamy. Sooo good!

Tomato and Basil: Toss half a small, diced tomato and 1 to 2 t. chopped fresh basil into your scrambled eggs before serving. Add some cut melon or strawberries on the side, Oh my stomach is growling!

Salsa, cilantro, and sour cream: Mix 1-2 T salsa, 1 t. chopped fresh cilantro and 2 t. sour cream into scrambled eggs while cooking. Serve over warmed tortillas.

Or be silly and add food coloring to your egg mixture and eat your egg- color of choice. 

Remember…

HAVE FUN WITH IT

It’s time to play

Be true to your authentic self even if your shoes have splatters of paint…

It brings happiness to the soul.

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How do you find that self?

Go back to your childhood and remember back what you played when you were free to do anything you wanted. And discover a version of it now.

Then go…

This is me completing a mural for the children’s area at the homeless shelter right before winter. A group of children began it this past summer…

Random Acts of Kindness Week is coming February 12th!

https://www.randomactsofkindness.org/Because nice matters

Do simple things to make a difference for kindness.

Be kind to animals

Be kind to the earth

Be kind to workers

Be kind to places you regularly go

Be kind in your family

Be kind on social media

Be kind to your sweetheart

Be kind to yourself

It makes you and others feel GREAT!

Story #20: Christmas in the woods

I had been pregnant sick for many months and my husband and I decided to get away from being so home bound so we decided to spend Christmas in a cabin in the mountains. We decided that we would not lag tons of presents and decorations because I still was not feeling well and could not exert a lot of energy. So we decided we would create a homemade Christmas once we got there. There were not a lot of people around so the Christmas pace slowed nearly to a standstill which felt strange. With only the forest and snow around there was not much commercialism. My husband took our two children in the woods behind the house and cut down a small pine tree and brought it inside to decorate. They loved the adventure of finding it in the snow. We used tin foil, paper chains, and popcorn to decorate. We ended up buying a small strand of lights at the grocery store so it would light up when the other lights were off. It was snowy and cold but we built fires and played games all snug inside the cabin. Santa found us in the woods that year. The children were worried. But he managed still to do it. There was nothing fancy about it. But that little Christmas is so fond to me.

Nearly 20 years later we chose to do a 2nd Christmas in the mountains. Our family had grown substantially being teens and above. When we got there we bought a little tree at a nearby tree lot but once again created homemade decorations out of foil, popcorn and paper chains. Our children were game when I got out string and glue to help make the cabin festive. Once again there was a calm pace at the cabin during the quiet wintertime. Santa once again found us in the woods. He manages to do so.

I love Christmas at home. But when I begin to feel that anxious panic during the holidays stuck in traffic, forgetting or worrying that I won’t be able to find the right gifts, preparing lots of food,  getting the wrapping done in time, or trying my best to uphold the Christmas atmosphere… I like to calm myself by thinking about Christmas in the middle of the mountains all wintry quiet celebrating Jesus’ birth with those I love most.

Story #16: The Princess and the Pea

The holiday festivities were full-on the year our oldest son brought his newly married wife home for her first Christmas away from her own family. The house was stuffed with Christmas; cookies to decorate, tons of food, friends visiting, wrapping paper messes, frantic last minute shopping typical with a family of lots of boys. She had only visited our home briefly once before and it was completely different then what she was used to. But she seemed to be determined to join in the family fun. She went along when we decorated trees at night in the freezing cold on winter solstice so the animals had some treats. She rang her bell on cue when we caroled to friends. She held her candle and sang at the town sing-along. But the “princess and the pea test” happened unexpectedly on Christmas Eve just before the magic of the night begins. We all got in our PJ’s after reading the true Christmas story in the Bible, then jumped on the newlywed bed to share the traditional bedtime story tradition; ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. After the story the two newlyweds climbed under their covers. But then all of the new little brother-in laws climbed under the covers along with them. There were a total of five snuggling close in a queen size bed; one brand new sister-in-law, the new husband, and three little brothers who were completely smitten with her.(Not little anymore)

They told her that it was tradition to all sleep together on Christmas Eve.

And do you know what she said?

“Okay.”

Then scooted closer to her husband to make more room in the bed.

We took a photo.

Then the boys started laughing, jumped out of the bed and retreated into their own rooms so they could wake up before dawn to see what Santa brought.

If there was a test to pass that night, she did with flying colors!

Story #13: Mr. Rudd

Mr. Rudd always wore a red cardigan sweater when we caroled to his house at Christmas time. His house smelled like dust and shower steam. He did not seem to mind as six kids of various sizes crowded inside his small home with two parent’s arms full of goodies, dinner, and small gifts. Mr. Rudd taught my brother’s how to play the clarinet and trumpet. He always made them play when we visited. I loved to watch one brother suck on a reed while he connected the pieces of his clarinet together. He never let me taste it but I bet it tasted good. The other would wipe out the horn part of the trumpet because it would get full of spit. That was pretty cool.  I was positive Mr. Rudd did not have good hearing because he would have my brothers play for us and he would tell my parents how well the boys were progressing, when they were really very horrible. They squeaked and honked a tuneless rendition of some Christmas carol that no one could make out. Finally Mr. Rudd would put a read in his mouth, put his clarinet parts together, and then play with them and then we would recognize the tune.

Mr. Rudd did not have a Christmas tree inside his house. There wasn’t much of anything fun to look at for a seven year old except for some book shelves and a few photos. We would stay and listen to Mr. Rudd talk about when he was in the army. We would sing songs and eat soda crackers. When we would get up to leave Mr. Rudd would walk us all the way outside and even wait for us to get in our car. Then as we would drive away he would stand in the middle of the street and wave. I would watch from the back of the station wagon and he would wave and wave and wave until he got smaller and smaller and smaller. It made me feel like I wanted to cry.

We went to visit Mr. Rudd only a few more Christmases. My brother’s became interested in something else. Those  Christmas’s we would go I would close my eyes when we drove away from his house, but I always had to peek to see if he was still waving. And there he would be in his red cardigan, standing in the middle of the street until he disappeared out of sight. I wished my dad would drive back and pick up Mr. Rudd and have him come live at our house so we never had to watch him wave good-bye to us and then walk inside his dark house and eat soda crackers all alone.