Archive for December, 2008

Our Guessing Game by The Moody Blues

December 19, 2008

Our Guessing Game

Walking in the sand
Thinking of things, adventures in my mind
Tall ships that sail
Across the ocean wide
They wont wait for me
See the way they glide away so gracefully
And with tomorrow what will become of me
They leave me so much to explain
Thats the start of our guessing game

There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
Bless the days when Im feeling strong

Wonder why we try so hard
Wonder why we try at all
You wonder why the world is turning around
When in the end it wont matter at all

Standing in the town
Looking at people, counting their frowns
Unhappy faces, hurrying around
So blind they cannot see
All of these things
The way life ought to be
And with tomorrow what will they make of me
It leaves me so much to explain
Thats the start of our guessing game

There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
There are times when I think Ive found the truth
There are times when I know that Im wrong
And the days when I try to hide my fears
Bless the days when Im feeling strong
There are times when I think Ive found the truth

                                         – The Moody Blues

 

I would have included a YouTube link, but I can’t fine one.

Love,

Stacy

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Mema’s Eggnog Recipe

December 16, 2008

Every year my maternal grandmother, Mema, would fix eggnog for the evening she and Grandaddy trimmed the Christmas tree.  Mother says she will write a little blurb about eggnog for me to post with this.

Meanwhile, here is the recipe from my mother:

Mema’s Eggnog

6 eggs
2 cups sugar
2 pints whipping cream (too thick, better to use 1 pt whipping and 1 pt single cream)  (Mema’s note)
2 cups whiskey
 
Beat yolks, then add sugar slowly being sure it is dissolved. 

Pour whiskey into above miuxture slowly and beat good.

Whip cream and pour slowly into above.

Beat whites and fold in.
 
“That’s verbatim from Mema’s recipe card.  The stuff will knock you over it’s so strong.  She said the whiskey cooked the eggs.  Yeah, nice rationale.  Anyway, over the years, the amount of whiskey decreased until it vanished altogether.  And she always grated nutmeg on top. ”

So. There you have it.

Thank you, Mema! And thank you, Mother!

Love,
Stacy

My Birthday is Friday, December 19

December 14, 2008

When I’m . . .  errr . . . 49

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Whoo!

Thanks to the Beatles!

Love,

Stacy

If you want motivation to lose weight

December 9, 2008

Just get new glasses.

I just did.

I’m in shock.  I can see myself a lot better. Oh dear.

Stacy