Today I was driving in construction traffic on Harbor Blvd. I was watching signs and made my lane choice appropriately. The SUV next to me did not and they snaked a spot inches from my front bumper. All I did was drop my jaw. That's it . . . just the jaw drop.
When did I forget how to honk my horn. The person behind the wheel was probably my age. Can't blame that on being too young or too old. Just too stupid.
This Roderick will not be driving on Harbor Blvd. any time soon and the next time I do I will remember my horn.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
AVOCADO CAFE
Addison just walked in and said that she and her friend Michael were going to have lunch at the Avocado Cafe, a local hot spot in HB. She seemed a little put out and I asked what was wrong. She informs me that she really doesn't like avocados and doesn't really want them for lunch. Hmm.
Addison, honey, they serve more than avocados at this particular eatery.
Such a Roderick.
Addison, honey, they serve more than avocados at this particular eatery.
Such a Roderick.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
OH NATHAN
Nathan came over to help me move some furniture and hang some art. He's just that kind of guy.
He started drilling the holes in my wall. No big deal. You have to drill holes to hang stuff on walls. He kept drilling and drilling. His stud finder said the stud was there but the drill was making no progress. It even started smoking. What the heck?
Oh, Nate, you have to drill forward not in reverse.
Nathan is now an honorary Roderick.
He started drilling the holes in my wall. No big deal. You have to drill holes to hang stuff on walls. He kept drilling and drilling. His stud finder said the stud was there but the drill was making no progress. It even started smoking. What the heck?
Oh, Nate, you have to drill forward not in reverse.
Nathan is now an honorary Roderick.
WHAT I DO FOR A LITTLE EXTRA CASH
Last week, after begging Hope for days to take the cans to the recycler, I would just do it myself. WOW!
First, I couldn't find a parking space. And then I had to haul all the cans over to the buckets and sort them. Then I had to wait (it felt like hours) for the tabulation of said recyclables. Following this, I had to sign some sort of state regulatory petition. I then had to move my car to the front of the store, go into said store and cash out the voucher. Whew! All for $13.00.
New York City is going to be pretty frugal in November.
First, I couldn't find a parking space. And then I had to haul all the cans over to the buckets and sort them. Then I had to wait (it felt like hours) for the tabulation of said recyclables. Following this, I had to sign some sort of state regulatory petition. I then had to move my car to the front of the store, go into said store and cash out the voucher. Whew! All for $13.00.
New York City is going to be pretty frugal in November.
IT'S A FIFTIES THING: #34
Yesterday Scott and I were driving to the church and I glanced over at the baseball field near the parking lot. I saw a dog laying in the grass all stretched out and enjoying the day. I did not, however, see an owner with him. I searched the area and didn't see anyone around.
Perhaps that was because the dog was a road safety cone that had been dulled by exposure mimicking the color of a sweet labrador.
I have got to get my eyes checked.
Perhaps that was because the dog was a road safety cone that had been dulled by exposure mimicking the color of a sweet labrador.
I have got to get my eyes checked.
THE DOGS & THE YAMS
Our canines were not the smartest dogs born in the litter. Yes. We love them, but intelligence is not their forte'.
Scott had set some sweet potatoes on the back patio with the intent of planting them the next day. He's into growing fresh veggies. The taters were just sitting there. Nothing more.
Well, Diesel and Dakota stood at the slider barking and barking that evening and we could not figure out what was bugging them. Could have been a squirrel or maybe a bird or their nemesis next door. The dreaded spaniels.
Scott finally went over and opened the door and they shot out of the house into the dark backyard. They stood by the potatoes, still barking, cautiously assessing the dreaded tubers. Finally, the crisis was contained and they returned to the house. They had determined the situation safe from the alien blobs.
Our dogs should be renamed to Dumb and Dumber.
Scott had set some sweet potatoes on the back patio with the intent of planting them the next day. He's into growing fresh veggies. The taters were just sitting there. Nothing more.
Well, Diesel and Dakota stood at the slider barking and barking that evening and we could not figure out what was bugging them. Could have been a squirrel or maybe a bird or their nemesis next door. The dreaded spaniels.
Scott finally went over and opened the door and they shot out of the house into the dark backyard. They stood by the potatoes, still barking, cautiously assessing the dreaded tubers. Finally, the crisis was contained and they returned to the house. They had determined the situation safe from the alien blobs.
Our dogs should be renamed to Dumb and Dumber.
I DO NOT LIKE TURKEYS
Kelsey was about 2 years old when she discovered turkeys. Live turkeys, not the ones we consume on Thanksgiving.
My uncle has a farm in southern Illinois and part of his livestock has been turkeys. Keep in mind that turkeys are surly birds and can be irritated very easily. My grandfather loved to tease those turkeys and observe the colorful results. They puff up their feathers, their gobbles turn a vivid red and they flap their wings to no avail. Turkeys are not birds of flight, however, they are pretty good at chasing you.
Kelsey watched Grandaddy Great in the pen with those birds and she was mesmerized. She couldn't get enough . . . as long as she was on the safe side of the fence. She wanted no part of being near the hen house and the pasture where the turkeys resided. And I have to admit it was quite a show that Grandaddy performed for us all.
Needless to say we returned to our home in Salt Lake City with stories to tell. Kelsey was pretty verbal and she chatted about those turkeys a lot . . . and how they were fighters and that she did not like those birds.
Striving for perfection in my parenting skills, I have been known to error in some of my techniques. I do what I have to do to make my life a little easier.
So as the story goes, I would ask Kelsey to do something and should she hesitate I would casually mention that there might be a turkey around and that he might be a little angry. Yep. It got immediate results and my request got an immediate positive response. I used this tactic for awhile until the guilt caught up with me and I changed my evil ways. It was fun while it lasted. I wish I would have taken a picture of her cautiously searching for those birds. Hey. Don't judge me. I was exhausted, pregnant with #2 and I did what I did to get through the day.
This may explain why Roderick's have so many issues. Blame it on their mother.
My uncle has a farm in southern Illinois and part of his livestock has been turkeys. Keep in mind that turkeys are surly birds and can be irritated very easily. My grandfather loved to tease those turkeys and observe the colorful results. They puff up their feathers, their gobbles turn a vivid red and they flap their wings to no avail. Turkeys are not birds of flight, however, they are pretty good at chasing you.
Kelsey watched Grandaddy Great in the pen with those birds and she was mesmerized. She couldn't get enough . . . as long as she was on the safe side of the fence. She wanted no part of being near the hen house and the pasture where the turkeys resided. And I have to admit it was quite a show that Grandaddy performed for us all.
Needless to say we returned to our home in Salt Lake City with stories to tell. Kelsey was pretty verbal and she chatted about those turkeys a lot . . . and how they were fighters and that she did not like those birds.
Striving for perfection in my parenting skills, I have been known to error in some of my techniques. I do what I have to do to make my life a little easier.
So as the story goes, I would ask Kelsey to do something and should she hesitate I would casually mention that there might be a turkey around and that he might be a little angry. Yep. It got immediate results and my request got an immediate positive response. I used this tactic for awhile until the guilt caught up with me and I changed my evil ways. It was fun while it lasted. I wish I would have taken a picture of her cautiously searching for those birds. Hey. Don't judge me. I was exhausted, pregnant with #2 and I did what I did to get through the day.
This may explain why Roderick's have so many issues. Blame it on their mother.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I WANT THAT BOX
Kelsey was about 2 years old when Grandad took her to a movie and lunch. McDonald's was her choice of dining establishment and they went to the counter to order burgers & fries. As they sat down to eat their meal Kelsey was not scarfing down the delicacy with her usual fervor. Her mind was on a little girl seated at another table. Grandad gently asked "what's wrong Kelsey? Aren't you hungry?" To which Kelsey replied in all seriousness "I want that box."
Apparently, I had forgotten to inform Dad of the most important part about dining at McDonald's with a 2 year old. You always order a Happy Meal. He failed to follow said decorum and Kelsey was not amused. The toy is always more import than what you eat.
He never made that mistake again. With any of the Roderick girls.
Apparently, I had forgotten to inform Dad of the most important part about dining at McDonald's with a 2 year old. You always order a Happy Meal. He failed to follow said decorum and Kelsey was not amused. The toy is always more import than what you eat.
He never made that mistake again. With any of the Roderick girls.
JIM & BETTY
Two very special people passed away in the last few months. They were part of my personal history. They had an impact on my life. They were very special. Let me share a little about them.
Jim was a guy who was wise, full of humor and a great mentor and father to 3 delightful daughters and 1 lively wife. I enjoyed spending time in he and Norma's home with our youth group (they both were awesome leaders), baby sitting those 3 nutty daughter's (ask the girls about the fun we hand in those parentless adventures) and just plain "hanging out". As I grew up and joined the "working world" Jim, my dad and I enjoyed driving to work together. Hercules Aerospace Division was our destination. Good times. Jim always had a wise anecdote for struggles I was dealing with, usually with boys, and/or budgeting and always had an answer for the occasional spiritual battle. I loved his cool, Southern style. Never stressed out and just a real guy who had already walked where I was going. I will miss seeing him when I am in SLC. He was truly a great man.
Betty was a party queen. She was a born entertainer. No matter where, she was the life of the soiree. Kelsey learned to swim at the club where she was a long time member. She hosted many parties in her gorgeous mountain side home. We spent several weekends enjoying snowy fun at their cabin in the mountains. She was there holding babies and watching Addison conquer the diving board at Scott's 40th birthday bash also at the club. She gave out the best treats at Halloween. Betty knew how to have fun and include others in that fun. Betty was wife to John and mother to 3 daughters. Her oldest, Betsy, is one of my dearest long time friends. I wish I had been able to spend more time with their family these last few years. Time and distance are sometimes a cruel enemy. She was one of a kind.
These two people will never be forgotten by me and I am sure many, many others feel the same. They will always live in many hearts.
Jim was a guy who was wise, full of humor and a great mentor and father to 3 delightful daughters and 1 lively wife. I enjoyed spending time in he and Norma's home with our youth group (they both were awesome leaders), baby sitting those 3 nutty daughter's (ask the girls about the fun we hand in those parentless adventures) and just plain "hanging out". As I grew up and joined the "working world" Jim, my dad and I enjoyed driving to work together. Hercules Aerospace Division was our destination. Good times. Jim always had a wise anecdote for struggles I was dealing with, usually with boys, and/or budgeting and always had an answer for the occasional spiritual battle. I loved his cool, Southern style. Never stressed out and just a real guy who had already walked where I was going. I will miss seeing him when I am in SLC. He was truly a great man.
Betty was a party queen. She was a born entertainer. No matter where, she was the life of the soiree. Kelsey learned to swim at the club where she was a long time member. She hosted many parties in her gorgeous mountain side home. We spent several weekends enjoying snowy fun at their cabin in the mountains. She was there holding babies and watching Addison conquer the diving board at Scott's 40th birthday bash also at the club. She gave out the best treats at Halloween. Betty knew how to have fun and include others in that fun. Betty was wife to John and mother to 3 daughters. Her oldest, Betsy, is one of my dearest long time friends. I wish I had been able to spend more time with their family these last few years. Time and distance are sometimes a cruel enemy. She was one of a kind.
These two people will never be forgotten by me and I am sure many, many others feel the same. They will always live in many hearts.
SIDESWIPED
Shae arrived home last week and was quickly assaulted by news of her car left in Oregon. Yep. The Nissan was sideswiped while parked in her assigned parking spot at her apartment complex. No note. No name. A pure and simple "hit & run" incident.
She has been doing her own investigation since hearing the disheartening information.
Eugene PD will do nothing until she can meet with them face to face in January. Her apartment managers are viewing video hoping they captured the infraction on tape. Shae's room mates have taken many pictures to support the event including a shot of the suspected vehicle involved. The Roderick insurance company has also been included in the loop. In essence, Shae is doing all the footwork.
Needless to say she has gathered evidence of the infraction and can not wait to get back to Eugene to confront the culprit and owner of suspected car.
Perhaps Shae should rethink her major. Crime fighting seems to be an interest that is blossoming in her favor.
May right win out. You go Shae! Remember you are a Roderick.
She has been doing her own investigation since hearing the disheartening information.
Eugene PD will do nothing until she can meet with them face to face in January. Her apartment managers are viewing video hoping they captured the infraction on tape. Shae's room mates have taken many pictures to support the event including a shot of the suspected vehicle involved. The Roderick insurance company has also been included in the loop. In essence, Shae is doing all the footwork.
Needless to say she has gathered evidence of the infraction and can not wait to get back to Eugene to confront the culprit and owner of suspected car.
Perhaps Shae should rethink her major. Crime fighting seems to be an interest that is blossoming in her favor.
May right win out. You go Shae! Remember you are a Roderick.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
BONBONS
Every Christmas since the wedding, our wedding, Scott's mom has made yummy bonbons. This year when she asked what she could bring for our holiday enjoyment, of course, we said bonbons. We always say bonbons. Her reply "I don't remember those".
Sadly, she is getting older and some memories are simply gone. However, due to the age we live in, I found a similar, if not exact, recipe online. Now I can carry on the tradition.
I mixed, combined, stirred, chopped, drained and created all afternoon. The bonbons have been shaped and are now freezing. In about an hour I will dip them in scrumptious chocolate. My mouth is watering just typing this post.
I'll let you know what the family thinks after they have taste tested them. Another Roderick tradition is taking flight.
Sadly, she is getting older and some memories are simply gone. However, due to the age we live in, I found a similar, if not exact, recipe online. Now I can carry on the tradition.
I mixed, combined, stirred, chopped, drained and created all afternoon. The bonbons have been shaped and are now freezing. In about an hour I will dip them in scrumptious chocolate. My mouth is watering just typing this post.
I'll let you know what the family thinks after they have taste tested them. Another Roderick tradition is taking flight.
Friday, November 9, 2012
INTERVIEW
Shae has been searching for a part time job since arriving in Eugene 3 months ago, to no avail. She's completed a bunch of applications, has had several interviews and has been disappointed again and again. She can't seem to catch a break. Until this one that looked interesting . . .
I got a phone call several days ago from Shae who was sounding very excited. She was applying for a file clerk position in a medical office that had contacted her for an interview. This was a great opportunity because of all the experience she gained last summer interning at UBS. She was confident that this was the job.
I am praying for her at the time of her interview, asking for doors to be opened. The call came soon after. Shae explains to me that she thinks she may be to conservative for this particular clinic. "Mom it is a medical opium and marijuana office. The doctor asked if I could be open minded and nonjudgemental. I didn't know how to answer that question."
It didn't matter much because she wasn't offered the job. But I did get a good laugh.
Roderick prayers are answered in hilarious ways!
I got a phone call several days ago from Shae who was sounding very excited. She was applying for a file clerk position in a medical office that had contacted her for an interview. This was a great opportunity because of all the experience she gained last summer interning at UBS. She was confident that this was the job.
I am praying for her at the time of her interview, asking for doors to be opened. The call came soon after. Shae explains to me that she thinks she may be to conservative for this particular clinic. "Mom it is a medical opium and marijuana office. The doctor asked if I could be open minded and nonjudgemental. I didn't know how to answer that question."
It didn't matter much because she wasn't offered the job. But I did get a good laugh.
Roderick prayers are answered in hilarious ways!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
HOW MUCH MORE
I am very concerned about the turn of events that this National election has produced. I am scared for the future of my girls. I am fearful for the lives of grandchildren to come. I am concerned about what my life is going to be like in 20 years. We have no huge investments. We have no retirement to speak of and we have no financial portfolio.
What we have is a work hard attitude and some family plans from both of our parents. We make choices that are uncommon. No smart phones. One car shared between Scott and I. We only eat out occasionally and rarely see movies. We don't take extreme vacations. I don't do the manis and pedis that used to be common for my grooming routine, not many eye brow threading or hair cuts. Scott would like to take many more sailing classes and I would love to spend more income on clothes and yarn. None of these luxuries are in our spending plan. Groceries, utilities, house payments, gas . . . those are priorities and they are strapping us down tight.
We say no to our girls more often than we would like. We want them to have a comfortable and happy life. No worries about how safe and secure the country they live in and love, but the reality is that it is not so. It is hard to say all these things to the young women that we love and cherish, but it is necessary to live within our means. We are trying to be responsible Americans.
President Obama does not share our views. He wants to take our pride and hard work and give it to those who are caught up in an American Dream that they did not earn. When the time comes for our parents to provide our living trust, how much of that will we truly see and more important how much will our kids enjoy. Not much I fear. It feels as if President Obama is robbing us of the expectations for over the years. Our parents worked hard and saved and made wise investment choices that they may never see because of the choice our president has made.
we have learned to say no to expenditures that are out of our reach. Why hasn't our leaders learned this simple concept. Our National debt is inconceivable. What is that teaching Americans?
I fear for our future and the only recourse I have is trust God be God. A difficult task for me I fear. The occasional Xanex does give me the confidence to keep trying and my prayer life as of late is flourishing.
Please pray for this Roderick. My spiritual journey is being tested and my family is watching and waiting to see how their wife and mother fares during this perceived adversity. I simply do not agree with the direction President Obama is taking this country that I am so truly proud to call my home.
What we have is a work hard attitude and some family plans from both of our parents. We make choices that are uncommon. No smart phones. One car shared between Scott and I. We only eat out occasionally and rarely see movies. We don't take extreme vacations. I don't do the manis and pedis that used to be common for my grooming routine, not many eye brow threading or hair cuts. Scott would like to take many more sailing classes and I would love to spend more income on clothes and yarn. None of these luxuries are in our spending plan. Groceries, utilities, house payments, gas . . . those are priorities and they are strapping us down tight.
We say no to our girls more often than we would like. We want them to have a comfortable and happy life. No worries about how safe and secure the country they live in and love, but the reality is that it is not so. It is hard to say all these things to the young women that we love and cherish, but it is necessary to live within our means. We are trying to be responsible Americans.
President Obama does not share our views. He wants to take our pride and hard work and give it to those who are caught up in an American Dream that they did not earn. When the time comes for our parents to provide our living trust, how much of that will we truly see and more important how much will our kids enjoy. Not much I fear. It feels as if President Obama is robbing us of the expectations for over the years. Our parents worked hard and saved and made wise investment choices that they may never see because of the choice our president has made.
we have learned to say no to expenditures that are out of our reach. Why hasn't our leaders learned this simple concept. Our National debt is inconceivable. What is that teaching Americans?
I fear for our future and the only recourse I have is trust God be God. A difficult task for me I fear. The occasional Xanex does give me the confidence to keep trying and my prayer life as of late is flourishing.
Please pray for this Roderick. My spiritual journey is being tested and my family is watching and waiting to see how their wife and mother fares during this perceived adversity. I simply do not agree with the direction President Obama is taking this country that I am so truly proud to call my home.
JUST BREATH
I just felt an earthquake a while ago. I am praying that it is not a clue as to what is coming our way. One disaster after another after another. Good thing we just finished our In The Word study. I am gonna need that one way or the other.
Relax Roderick. Just breath. Let God be God.
Relax Roderick. Just breath. Let God be God.
VOTING
Hope, Addison and I got to vote today together. Hope and Addison's first time and as expected they were a little intimidated but they came out of the booth unscathed and excited. Instagrams quickly followed with smiling faces of triumph. It was such an honor to be able to share that with them. They embraced the experience and now they will see the results, good or bad, and will have to learn to cope with that outcome as well.
We all got our VOTE stickers and went and enjoyed a cup of coffee at Starbucks. This election was a humbling life moment for me because all the girls voted in this election, near and far. And of course, Scott and I too, but we have done this many times. It never loses it's charm.
I love being a Roderick.
We all got our VOTE stickers and went and enjoyed a cup of coffee at Starbucks. This election was a humbling life moment for me because all the girls voted in this election, near and far. And of course, Scott and I too, but we have done this many times. It never loses it's charm.
I love being a Roderick.
TAKE A PICTURE
We have a gentleman who lives across the street from our church campus who has not been happy with our growth and our recent construction. Needless to say he makes our church life difficult at times. He loves to take pictures of our campus when we are doing activities that he deems are in violation of HB ordnances and condition of use permits.
Several weeks ago, while we were observing the fly over of the Space Shuttle, he was out there on the sidewalk, camera in hand, snapping shots of the gardeners on our campus do what gardeners do. Apparently a little later in the day than normal. Our friend is not flexible when it comes to scheduling issues.
He was facing the church and directly behind him in the clear blue sky was the Shuttle flying slow and low. He missed history his chance to view history because he was so caught up in the petty.
That was the saddest, most ludicrous event I have witnessed in a very long time. I wish I would have had my camera so I could've captured that moment.
We sometimes miss huge moments in life because we are paying so much attention to the insignificant ones.
Several weeks ago, while we were observing the fly over of the Space Shuttle, he was out there on the sidewalk, camera in hand, snapping shots of the gardeners on our campus do what gardeners do. Apparently a little later in the day than normal. Our friend is not flexible when it comes to scheduling issues.
He was facing the church and directly behind him in the clear blue sky was the Shuttle flying slow and low. He missed history his chance to view history because he was so caught up in the petty.
That was the saddest, most ludicrous event I have witnessed in a very long time. I wish I would have had my camera so I could've captured that moment.
We sometimes miss huge moments in life because we are paying so much attention to the insignificant ones.
USC
Addison has a friend who was fortunate enough to nab tickets of the USC vs. Univ. of Oregon this past weekend. He was so excited to see the game although not excited to have to endure the loss. Needless to say he did have several observations that he shared with the Ducks fans who reside at the Roderick house.
He loved the Ducks uniforms. Nike provides new uniforms for every game. It's nice to know people in high places at Nike. He had this to say about those uniforms..
"They were all white with the silver feathers on the shoulders. And those guys are so fast. The speed is unbelievable. Everyone on that team has speed. They were flying. They looked like angels on the field. It was so surreal."
Yea. Those Ducks do fly. Now bring on the last 3 games. National Championship is within their grasp.
Quack, quack, quack.
He loved the Ducks uniforms. Nike provides new uniforms for every game. It's nice to know people in high places at Nike. He had this to say about those uniforms..
"They were all white with the silver feathers on the shoulders. And those guys are so fast. The speed is unbelievable. Everyone on that team has speed. They were flying. They looked like angels on the field. It was so surreal."
Yea. Those Ducks do fly. Now bring on the last 3 games. National Championship is within their grasp.
Quack, quack, quack.
FUNERAL POTATOES & DIESEL
The last time I was in Utah I found this fabulous recipe for funeral potatoes. Thusly named because they are taken to families who are planning or finishing a funeral. Do not be put off by the name. This recipe is a for sure keeper.
I had finished preparing dinner and everything was on the counter ready to be consumed by the family. We've taken to buffet style dinners. Fill, eat, go.
Scott, Hope and I are sitting at the table attempting to enjoy the tantalizing morsels. Diesel starts whining. We don't know where he is but we can certainly hear him. What's wrong with that dog? Where is he? Does he need to go out?
None of the above. He's in the kitchen sitting under the counter where the potatoes are nestled. Nose in the air, eyes fixed on the prize, lips being licked. He wants those potatoes big time. So what's a pet mom to do? Give him (and Dakota) their own serving. They LOVED them. Yep. Apparently we have doggie vegetarians in the house.
Even the dogs are Roderick's.
UTAH FUNERAL POTATOES
1 32 oz. package of freshly shredded hash browns (I use frozen)
2 cups cream of chicken soup
2 cups of shredded Monterey and cheddar cheese
2 cups sour cream
1/2 cup of minced dried onion
1/2 teaspoon of sea salt
1/4 teaspoon of freshly ground black pepper
1 cup of unsalted butter, melted
1 1/2 cups corn flakes (I use a little more to cover the top)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine hash browns (let them thaw just a tad), soup, sour cream, cheese, salt and pepper, dried onion and 1/2 cup melted butter. Spread mixture into a 9x13 dish. Mix 1/2 cup butter with corn flakes making sure to coat thoroughly. Spread over potato mixture and bake for 40 minutes covered with foil. Remove foil and bake for 5-7 minutes more until golden brown. Serve as a stand alone meal or side dish.
Try out the leftovers on your dog(s). Let me know if they loved them too!
I had finished preparing dinner and everything was on the counter ready to be consumed by the family. We've taken to buffet style dinners. Fill, eat, go.
Scott, Hope and I are sitting at the table attempting to enjoy the tantalizing morsels. Diesel starts whining. We don't know where he is but we can certainly hear him. What's wrong with that dog? Where is he? Does he need to go out?
None of the above. He's in the kitchen sitting under the counter where the potatoes are nestled. Nose in the air, eyes fixed on the prize, lips being licked. He wants those potatoes big time. So what's a pet mom to do? Give him (and Dakota) their own serving. They LOVED them. Yep. Apparently we have doggie vegetarians in the house.
Even the dogs are Roderick's.
UTAH FUNERAL POTATOES
1 32 oz. package of freshly shredded hash browns (I use frozen)
2 cups cream of chicken soup
2 cups of shredded Monterey and cheddar cheese
2 cups sour cream
1/2 cup of minced dried onion
1/2 teaspoon of sea salt
1/4 teaspoon of freshly ground black pepper
1 cup of unsalted butter, melted
1 1/2 cups corn flakes (I use a little more to cover the top)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine hash browns (let them thaw just a tad), soup, sour cream, cheese, salt and pepper, dried onion and 1/2 cup melted butter. Spread mixture into a 9x13 dish. Mix 1/2 cup butter with corn flakes making sure to coat thoroughly. Spread over potato mixture and bake for 40 minutes covered with foil. Remove foil and bake for 5-7 minutes more until golden brown. Serve as a stand alone meal or side dish.
Try out the leftovers on your dog(s). Let me know if they loved them too!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
AGAIN
Yesterday was not enough.
I was carrying a load of laundry down the stairs and out to the garage where all the machines are located. While chatting up the dogs, I grab the door and swing it open catching my little toe underneath it and tearing half my toenail back. I am jumping around in silent pain while igniting a doggie riot in my living room. It hurt like no other, no kidding.
Again, not broken.
What is happening to this little Roderick? I am not getting out of bed tomorrow.
I was carrying a load of laundry down the stairs and out to the garage where all the machines are located. While chatting up the dogs, I grab the door and swing it open catching my little toe underneath it and tearing half my toenail back. I am jumping around in silent pain while igniting a doggie riot in my living room. It hurt like no other, no kidding.
Again, not broken.
What is happening to this little Roderick? I am not getting out of bed tomorrow.
GROCERIES
You just never know what may happen at the grocery store on Halloween. As I found out the extremely hard and painful way.
I had just loaded up the car with fresh veggies, dairy and a few sundry items and was jumping in the driver's seat. I was fumbling with the seat belt and glanced out the car window to see Donald Duck walk right in my path of eyesight. I was distracted. I was not focused on what I was doing. I love Disney characters.
I neglected to notice my hand propped up on the car door. Let me paint this picture.
I was sitting in the driver's seat. My left hand was on top of the car door. I reached over with my right hand and closed the door, tried to close the door, with my left hand in it. Yep, crushed my own hand while gawking at Donald. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Bruised, swollen and tender but not broken. Thus, the blog you are reading.
Such a Roderick thing to do.
I had just loaded up the car with fresh veggies, dairy and a few sundry items and was jumping in the driver's seat. I was fumbling with the seat belt and glanced out the car window to see Donald Duck walk right in my path of eyesight. I was distracted. I was not focused on what I was doing. I love Disney characters.
I neglected to notice my hand propped up on the car door. Let me paint this picture.
I was sitting in the driver's seat. My left hand was on top of the car door. I reached over with my right hand and closed the door, tried to close the door, with my left hand in it. Yep, crushed my own hand while gawking at Donald. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Bruised, swollen and tender but not broken. Thus, the blog you are reading.
Such a Roderick thing to do.
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