Reunited

Last week I posted a blog about how I was going to kick off the week with BBQ tips and recipes. I was so excited. I had 5 recipes in my back pocket ready to post. Then, it all fell apart. I was without a computer for 5 days. I was having writing withdrawals all weekend!! What happened was; I took my computer over to my parent’s house to write while my kids took their afternoon nap. 1. I never wrote a letter, instead, I fell asleep with my younger son. 2. I needed a nap. Yup, that’s how I rationalize this whole ordeal. Back to my tale of withdrawal, I left my computer at my parent’s house and not all the bribing and pleading in the world was I able to get my father or sister to drop it off at my house. Finally, yesterday, my sister dropped it by on her way to the gym (ya, I didn’t go with her, by the way. I was cookin, priorities, you know) I was united again with my hardware buddy. I wanted to go to work immediately on updating my Blog. Well, that didn’t happen either. I fell asleep. Hey, sleep is the main priority for me with a house full of kids and a job, so, every wink counts. For now I am up and running but I am in the process of changing my website to a new format. Can't wait to see what you think!! -Mama GO TO http://www.thesuburbanmamablog.com/ Have Fun!! Suburban Mama

A Week of Tasty Bites

Last Sunday I was invited to a Bridal Shower for my close friend and cousin. It was a welcome outing to my very cloistered day to day life. Everything was quite lovely; the food, the company and the scrumptious Mimosas. Yummy!
As the Bridal Shower progressed and the conversations flowed, I was pleasantly surprised by how many people told me how much they enjoyed my blogging. I was, even more, surprised at the feedback I received from my Blog. I couldn’t believe how many people, not only read my posts, but enjoyed them.
One comment gave me a "oh duh" moment. My cousin reminded me that it was a cooking blog and the cooking was sparse.
Well, let me explain, (here come the excuses). I did not realize the work it took to breathe life into an always evolving stream of information. The time it took to take pictures of food (while cooking the food), was a bit of a challenge. Add in, tracking down the photos, sorting them and getting them uploaded to the web page was also a monstrous task.
So, this week, kicks off a week of pure recipes. A week of Tasty Bites.
A recipe will be posted every day for the next 7 days. Since it is Summer and it is quite warm and perfect outside, I will be doing a lot of grilling recipes. Let the rubs and marinades begin.

Good Bye Gemima, Hello Suburban Mama

When I started this blog, I had no clue what I was doing (and I still don't). I had to think of a name and get it to relate to me and my audience.
This is how Gemima was born. I did not want to give my real name, so I relied on my childhood name to introduce myself to the public. Posts were written and people responded, but, as I wrote, I felt I was not writing about who I truly was or what I can bring to the table. I thought the name needed to evolve.
Welcome to my new Blog name, Suburban Mama. After all, that is what I am. I live in the suburbs and I'm a mom.
Suburban Mama will be a place where I can tell the true tales of an everyday woman living her crazy life in the suburbs, raising her little munchkins. Add in a recipe section and BAM. I'm here! 
The Sub-title is 'Tasty Bites with a splash of Mama Admissions'. Translation, a place where recipes and motherly advice, horror stories, happy tales and everything else far and in-between, can flow from my mind.
I hope you don't miss Gemima to much and you give a warm welcome to Me, The Suburban Mama!!

You can find me at,  http://thesuburbanmama.blogspot.com/

Hope you enjoy and welcome back

-SM

Not Conquering My Fears

Yesterday, well, yesterday was a horrid day (I do not exaggerate).
It started out just perfect. It was the last day of our family vacation. Everyone rolled out of bed as late as our children would allow,7:30. It's better than 6:30. It's the little things in life. As the old folks creaked and cracked down the long, wooden stairs and continued the zombie walk to the nearest outlet of caffeine we poured our cups and headed outside to absorb as much ocean breeze as possible. When the clock rang 10 we jumped into action. Cleaning the house and packing all the cars. The last counter, the last load of laundry, the last bike loaded was done at 11:45. 15 minutes before we needed to vacate the premises. Since no one wanted to re-enter reality, we stopped at the local museum to pet the fishies and dig up some sea shells. It was really a great time to see all the kids oohing and ahhing over the fish and sea creatures. As soon as we finished there, we headed over to the local snack shack to snag some corndogs. As we sat in the shade, taking in our last breath of the crisp, sea air, we said our bitter sweet goodbyes to all the cousins. my kids cried, so my sister bribed them with Starburst for smooches and hugs.
The car ride was quick and quiet. It took only 4 minutes for the boys to fall asleep. Once I arrived back in my home town, I was automatically welcomed by the heat and garlic smells of Garlic City. I actually missed it.
Everything was running smooth at home. The boys were sleeping, so I pured myself an ice coffee and dove into the unloading process. I couldn't believe I actually unloaded my car on the same day that I arrived home. That never happens.
I made my first home cooked meal for just 4 people. I was so used to cooking for a herd of children that I still placed 8 plates on the table. (sigh) I already missed the beach.
It was still so hot in Garlic City, at 6:30, so the boys and I ate in the backyard. My husband wasn't home from work yet so we all sat at the kids table.
While the kids finished up their dinner and dessert I decided it was a good time to clean up the yard. I started to put all the toys in a pile on the lawn so I could rinse off the porch.
And that is when it happened. The horrid part of my perfect day had started. I pulled a crate away from the wall of the house and I heard the dreaded rip of a spider web. If you live in California, you know that rip of the spider web does not belong to a harmless house spider but to the dreaded Black Widow Queen!
I wanted to scream, cry, freak out, but I couldn't. My children were just playing next to her sticky home and I had to do something about it. Everyone, everything is always welcomed at my house, just not her. With one bite, a Black Widow could send my children to the hospital and could even be life threatening for my youngest son. I grabbed my 2 sons and ran into the house. I told them that the day would be special because they could have extra ice cream and watch a movie because I did not want them outside anymore. The boys sat there on the coach as happy as ever enjoying their treats.
I knew I had to do something. I sat their holding my youngest thinkinh, my husband is not home to squoosh the dreaded she-monster and by the time he gets home she might have moved on. I had to do something.
I had to face the biggest fear in my life in and do something about it.
Now you might think I'm being dramatic. It's just a bug, get over it. It is not only my female fear of all things creepy and crawly (well yes it is), it is something more than that. That small midnight black creature is a force not to mess with. The minuscule creature could, in one bite, threaten the life of my children. NO ONE threatens my children and gets away with it. I had to do something. I had to grab the bull by the horn, swallow my fear and get the threat away from my children.
I first needed to gear up for the battle the would rage between a mother guarding her young and the midnight mistress threatening to harm them..
I put on a long sleeve shirt, jeans and my zebra print, rain boots (they are fabulous). I went to the kitchen and put my cleaning gloves and my husbands construction goggles on ( I was a site). I was ready. I grabbed the spider poison and headed for the backyard. I stood by the back door for what seemed like forever. I said a prayer to St. Francis (patron of animals). I asked him to help me to be brave and courageous.
I walked out my back door and turned around because the monster was hiding under the lip of the sliding door! I just started spraying.I sprayed for ever. All I was doing was coating her think fortress with poison. I started to panic. I was not about to engage her on her home turf. After another 5 minutes she, finally, fell to the floor. She was coming toward me. I froze! I couldn't move. She was getting closer. I had to do something. The spray was not working. She was too strong. I thought of my children. I had to keep them safe. My adrenaline was surging. I was shaking. I had to kill her once and for all. As she crept closer, my motherly instinct kicked it. I crushed her with my beloved zebra print, rain boots. She was so big that I heard a pop. I yelled and squealed as I repeatedly jump on her corps.
Normally, Black Widows are no bigger than a grape. She was not. Her whole being was as big as a silver dollar. Her body the size of a cherry pit. She was the biggest I have ever seen and she was gone. My children were safe. I could rest assure that she would not come for them as they played innocently with their toys.
I was still shaking from the adrenaline. I stripped down to my underwears and ran inside to the shower. I didn't care if the whole neighborhood saw me. My clothes are still on the ground outside. I had to get the fear off of me.
Once the ordeal was over I just sat on the couch with my kids, still shaken from the battle that had just ensued.
My oldest son asked me what was wrong. I said nothing and kissed him on the forehead.

The fear that I have for Her will never go away. I will always squealed and jump whenever I come across her dark fortress. This is one fear that I am OK with not ever getting over. The fear not only for the black beast but for the safety of my children. And I will always do anything for them, to insure the safety of their being.
-G

Sir Groucho-Foghorn-Pterodactyle-Monster Movie bash

As my vacation comes to an end, my sisters and I decided to take ALL of our 10 KIDS, under the age of 5, to the movies. The movie theater is just up the street from the beach we were staying at, so, it was a quick trip for the afternoon. We crammed all the little chickens in 2 cars and drove up to the theater. Let the adventure begin. And, Yes, we are crazy.
We arrived 30 minutes before the matinee screening. It was a miracle that we were early and an even bigger miracle that we arrived 30 minutes before. The idea behind all this was that we would get the best seats, quick food service and have all the kids settled in before the movie begun. No!! When we arrived at the theater it was still closed, it was freezing cold and 5 of the 10 kids had to pee.
The theater employee rolled up to the theater at 11:55! 5 minutes before our movie was to begin. The minute she turned the key, the kids bulldozed through the doors. The ones that had to 'go' went and the leftovers ran straight to the candy shelf. There was no food prepared and everything was grossly over priced. More so, than normal theaters.
After I spent my life savings on lunch, we continued to find our seats. Luckily, we were the first ones in the theater, so we snagged the best seats in the house.
I settled into my seat with my youngest son and waited for the movie to roll. He was sipping on sweat, ice tea taking in the movie experience. He was as happy as could be.
This is when disaster hit. The minute the lights went out and the movie came on. My son freaked out. he resembled a fog horn in the mist of the movie theater crowd. I quickly excused myself from the theater. Not only because he sounded like a baby Pterodactyl but because I was so, so embarrassed.
We sat outside, just peeking through the movie theater door for about 15 minutes. The movie attendant had the audacity to walk over to me and Foghorn and tell me that the million pretzels and hot dogs, we had ordered, were finally ready. I didn't want to go back into the movie with Sir Groucho, but I was ready to enter the battle field once again.  I picked up 8 hotdogs, 5 pretzels and a 21 month old and begin the movie theater waddle. It's when a person morphs into Egor from Frankenstein., you know the waddle. My goal was not to obstruct anybodies view. (Not likely). In no time, the Foghorn went off again and I threw the food at my sister and ran for the hills. I couldn't believe Sir Groucho would not subside to soda, candy, hotdogs or just plain bribery. I had it up to my forehead. I went back into the movie, walked up to my sister and asked her for a Binky. Which, by the way had fallen under the seats. So with Pterodactyl in my arms, I crawled under the seats looking for the stupid Binky. Finally I found it, grabbed a wet wipe and plugged the Foghorn. I continued to go stand in the farthest, darkest corner in the theater with Sir Groucho. It only took a minute before I heard the sweet sounds of snoring. I think that is every mothers favorite sound. I felt like the audience started to clap for me because I had won the battle against the evil Sir Groucho-Foghorn-Pterodactyl Monster. But I think that was only in my mind.
The minute I sat down to enjoy a sip of soda and a Junior Mint. The lights came on and the movie was over.
I just love my, Sir Groucho-Foghorn-Pterodactyl-Monster.
Needless to say, he slept for another 3 hours. He needed it. I took full advantage of his exhaustion and joined him for a little shut eye.
By the way, The bits I did see of the movie were quite hilarious! Lipstick Tazer!! Despicable Me 2 is a must see.

Ce la vie
-G

Breath Son

Today I sat in my closet for ten minutes and just cried. I cried like a little baby. I cried so hard that I could barely open my eyes because they were completely swollen shut. I think it was a long time coming. Every woman needs a good cry every once in a while. Well, it's more like a quarterly meeting for me and my closet floor. What set me off this time? Have a seat and let me share with you every mothers nightmare. Today, I was packing for our yearly, family vacation. It is the one time of year that I can pack up my whole house and go away from the heat and smell of Garlic City. I usually pack 5 bags because a girl just never knows what to bring and I need a bag for all my fabulous, summer sandals. Right? I was packing my last bag, the toiletry bag. See, that's another reason why I have 5 bags. My kids were playing quietly in the other room, too quiet. I have 2 crazy boys and if there is ever a moment when they are quiet that means either they broke something or they are asleep. This time however, instead of me checking on them, every 5 minutes, (I was deeply enveloped in my laundry duties.) (this rarely happens). As I was folding my 20th load of laundry, I thought to myself, my kids are quiet, too quiet. I walked out to the kitchen to find my son with a red face and grasping for breath. Red liquid was streaming down his face as he was grabbing at his throat. I immediately sprung into action. I ran to his side and hit him twice on his back. I was so filled with adrenaline I thought I had broken his spine. With the second hit out flew a piece of red candy he had found under the couch. (Oh, by the way he had pulled the couch over on its side so he could have a fort to hide in). After everything was over, I just sat there on the floor with him in my arms like a new born infant. Him and I just cried. I cried because I thought I had failed as a mother and he cried because he thought I was angry at him. The exact opposite was true. My sons are my life, my day, my night. Without them I would have nothing. I live for them, I am a better person because of them. My sons are my reason for being me. (let the violins begin)( Oh, and my husband, love you sweetie) My son continued to cry in my arms for just a few moments. He looked up at me and smiled and said, "mama don't cry. Mama you know what will make us better? A Popsicle!" I would give him the Moon if he asked for it. I smiled and gave him and his brother a Popsicle. Once they went down for naps I walked straight to my closet and sunck to the floor. Tears were falling from my eyes like Niagara Falls. I thought to myself, "how am I going to raise 2 boys to adulthood if I can barely keep them alive!! It was a low moment, a moment of dispair. As I sat there thinking how horrible I was, my son walked in. He walked strait to me and hugged me. He looked at me and said, "Mama, no more tears, the Popsicle fixed us." Kids are so wise. I smiled and threw my arms around him. I continued to pick him up and bring him back to his bed. I decided to lay down with him until he fell asleep. It reminded me of the days when he was a baby. I laid there with him in my arms and as my eyes became heavy, I thought, I can do this and even if I can't, I know my young, wise son will be there to reassure me. Because, no matter what. No matter if I'm in my dirty sweats or if I'm beautiful or ugly or if I'm the silliest person in the room. He will love me unconditionally. No one else in the world can be so innocent, so caring as children. And if you ever have a nightmare like mine remember the wise words of my son, a Popsicle fixes everything 

Making The Almighty Grocery List

Ah, July! The one month out of the year when I pack up my house and go to the beach for 10 days. It is a mighty journey over the mountains to the beach. My tiny, little Honda barely makes it. 10 days should equal 10 outfits for me and the boys but, of course, that never happens. It's cold some days and hot others. You never know what might happen. Everything was shmushed down and packed up. It only took me 4 hours to pack. That's a record for me. Yay me! I loaded up the boys and the equivalent of a small home and headed over the hill. We finally arrived at the beach around dinner time. Let me add that my 4 sisters and their families also, go with us. 10 kids and 10 adults. Fun times are ready to be had. We pulled up at 4 pm. A perfect time to unload, feed the kids and throw them in bed. Let the wine flow. When my sisters and I get together we are similar to a group of hens clucking away in their pen. It is a great time. It is a time where we can sit back, relax, drink and chat about anything and everything. Husbands, kids, carpool. We also,put together the Almighty Grocery List. A grocery list should be an easy thing, right? It should be a quick 3 step process: plan meals, write them down, go shopping. No! That is not how it goes with this gaggle of geese. Let me relay the step by step process taken to assemble the grocery list: Step 1. Search the universe for a piece of paper. Step 2. locate a pen. Step 3. Laugh at the fact that we can't find a pen and paper Step 4. Pour another glass of wine. Step 5. Write down the essentials needed for a beach vacation, Chips, candy, wine... Step 6. stop writing grocery list, start chatting and at the same time sing old country songs (quietly though) kids are sleeping. Step 7. start talking about everything from allergies to buggers. Step 8. pour another glass of wine. Step 9. find something sweet to eat. Step 10. While singing country songs compare and contrast the hot men of country music. Trace Atkins you have a special place in my heart. Step 11. Surf Internet for recipes that everyone can eat. (some people have allergies, some people can't have dairy, so on and so forth) Step 12. Another glass of wine, please. Step 13. Are we still doing the grocery list. We finished the list but not until the next morning. See, what happens after women and wine mix. The women's natural inclination is to get sidetracked, move on to something else and have another glass of wine. It's a gene I think that all woman are born with. Well, at least, my sisters and I. For now, pour me another glass of wine! -G

California Burgers (The Christening)

Finally,
I am writing my first ever, food recipe. Of course, it is nothing too fancy or too complicated. I wanted to post about something everyone loves, everyone enjoys, something that is easy to make.

Cheeseburgers!!

Please let me recite my love poem
'Oh, Cheeseburger'
Oh Cheeseburger,  I would eat you everyday.
With veggies and condiments and other lovely meats
To dress you up with fancy sauces or dress you down with a simple grilled bun.
 Oh, Cheeseburger, I love you!

Ok, maybe not a poem for the history books, but it is from the heart.
Don't tell my husband there is someone else.

Making the perfect Cheeseburger is not just something to slap together and call it a day.
It is a labor of love, especially with all the add-ons that we have along with the succulent beef patty.

I wanted to make a mountain of a burger with everything that I love and  combine them to make the food of the gods! What better than:
The California Burger!!
Let me give you a quick list of my top favorite food that we will combine into a cornucopia of perfection that will demonstrate the California Burger!

caramelized onions
bacon,
avocados
did I say bacon
pickles
cheese
and beef!
YUM

 This is what you will need

Ok,
So my picture taking abilities are still in the works. Bare with me!

Start with Caramelizing the onions.

Take some nice yellow onions and cut the ends off. Then cut a small slice up the middle to remove the dry shell.
Cut the Onions in half. Then in half again. Continue to cut the onion  in long slices. (confused yet)
 You do not want to chop them up. you just want to make semi-long, thin pieces.
Caramelized onions cook way down. So, if you are cooking for 2, a whole onion should do the trick.

I'm cooking for 15!

It should look something like this. Oh, and the butter. The butter is the key to caramelized happiness. Add the onions and a cube of butter. Set the heat on medium low and well, wait.

You could move on to the rest of the cheeseburger process or take a 40 minute nap (I did the latter). 

I woke up to my husband greeting me with an ice coffee. I knew there was a reason I married him. I Love you sweetie 

He said, "sweetie your onions are burning." I could kill him!

I jumped out of bed like a fish flopping out of water and ran down stairs.

In shock over the thought of losing my onions and having to start from the beginning. I hurriedly open the top of my pan and  found this.

 

Perfection!

Next cook the bacon. Take 1lb. of bacon and cut in half

cook the bacon up and move on to making beef patties.

Since we are making California Burgers you have to use Ranch Dressing in some way. I forgot to get Ranch Dressing mix so the Salad dressing had to do.Take about a half cup of dressing and drizzle it over the beef

Next add the seasoning. I use Pappy's Seasoning. it is the perfect combination of herbs and spices. It goes on everything in my house. a little salt and pepper on top of that. mix it all together and take fist size balls of beef and flatten into patties

I take wax paper and a foil pan and fill the pan with patties then wax patter and then patties so I don't have to make trips back and forth to the grill.

Turn after 4-5 minutes and cook for another 4-5 minutes. Only flip them once or else you will be feeding the fire instead of your bellies with burgers. That happened to my husband on more than 1 occasion. We also, fed my moms herd of puppies trying to transfer the patties to the grill. they were thankful. Add the cheese, 1 minute to 2 minutes before completion. Put the lid back on to melt the cheese.

Make it quick or risk over cooking.

My husband likes his burgers still mooing. So, his only goes on for 3-4 minutes on both sides.

Take the hamburger buns and yes, slather them with more butter.

Is there ever enough butter?

Throw the lathered group onto the grill for one minute and get them off asap or they will burn.

I cut up pickles, avocados, lettuce and tomatoes for sides and don't forget mayo, mustard and ketchup. Oh ketchup, one of my kids main food groups.

and voila!



This is the final product. I would have taken a pic of my burger but it jumped into my belly too quickly.

Thats it for now

-G



Grilled Sweet White Corn

Grilled Sweet White Corn! Yum-Yum in my Tum-Tum.

To arrive at the cornucopia of goodness you only need 5 things:
Sweet White Corn
Butter
mix seasoning or rub ie., Pappy's, my personal favorite
foil
and of course, a grill.

I was going to just do the same old, same old with my corn. Boil the corn to deathly perfection. Boring! I thought, the grill is up and going why not throw the corn on with the burgers. Well, I was really thinking, less dishes, please!

Start by shucking the corn. Wait, first recruit an unsuspecting, hot hubby to do the heavy lifting for you. Hmm, where to get one? Yup, I found one on the couch watching an action flick. "Oh, sweetie!"

Continue cutting foil in 8 inch pieces to roll the corn in. While watching husband curse at trying to pull the long strands of corn shell string things out of the corn kernels. Funny!

Place corn in the middle of the foil, add generous slices of butter on top of the corn. It doesn't need to be fancy. When it cooks it will melt into every crevice of the corn.

Add your seasoning on top

Wrap the corn up tight and throw onto the grill for for 10 minutes, turning a few times.

It should come out well, hot and perfect.

This is how my husband eats it

 
Enjoy
-Gemima

To Make Dinner, Or Not

Well, as I said in 'Auto Pilot' I was going to cook up a tasty dish! But first, let me give a little back story.
Where I live, it rarely gets in the high 90's, maybe 3 weeks out of the year. I live at the bum end of Silcon Valley, California. In the garlic capitol of the world. That's right my town has international fame! We ooz coolness! Ha, and let  me tell ya, The last week it's been in the low 100's. Yes, I know, poor me. But my California thermoter is set at 75 all year round. My endurance can not take the heat needed to cook an egg.
That being said, when I got off work today,( let me remind you that my office is in my guest bedroom. So, the commute consist of Legos and GI Joes,) I headed into the kitchen to grill up some tasty, fish tacos with cilantro, lime sauce. I got my camera out and set all the ingredience up to take the pictures to post.

ERRRR (car brakes)

Um, heck no, it was 100 out and my air conditioner was barely cutting it, wait, let me rephrase, it doesn't cut it. As I wipe sweat from my forehead, I threw everything back into the pantry and fridge and served up leftover pasta. Oh, and the pasta was delicious. I was going to post that too, but my camera is dum or I am. I'm going with the camera.
Excuses, I know, I'm getting my bum in gear. That's the whole point of this Blog. To see if I can really keep this filled up day after day.

We will see.
-G

Auto Pilot

Today I had to go to two banks, one my husband, the other mine. Don't ask, I have no clue why we have separate accounts. We can share toothbrushes and sodas and even his pants. (on one random occasion, I might add.) But not accounts. I think the laziness aspect has something to do with.
Back to my point, I mean incident.
So, I thought, yup, that would be a quick twenty minutes at best. Nope, I was wrong, there were twenty-five people in line, at least. They had us crammed in the tiny, little teller line like cattle waiting to be branded. Great, I'll be here forever. I wasn't, but it felt like it. Once I got out of there, it was now 2047, I thought, a smoothie sounds good. I'll get one and then go to my husband's bank. I continued across town to get my favorite smoothie and stop in at my husbands bank. Great another line of thirty people, at the least, waiting in line. Maybe, I shouldn't have picked the day before 4th of July to do my banking. I stood there, twiddling my thumbs, for a century. Maybe a little less. Finally, My turn with the teller, I'm sixty by now.
She greets me and says, "oh you are back, was something wrong with your deposit."
"Huh," I though. "No, I haven't even given you anything. How could something be wrong."
She looked at me and said, "yes you were just in forty-five minutes ago!!"
Nooo! I went to not only the wrong bank but waited a century for nothing!
Hmf! the heat must be getting to me.The minute that delicious, life reviving smoothie hit my lips I must have went on auto pilot! and drove back,across town, not realizing where I was going. Man. I am a safe driver!
I looked at her so embarrassed. Thinking what could be something clever and quick to say to not sound like an utter chump. Nothing came out. I looked at her smiled and headed for the door. I felt like an Olympian in a marathon. Trying to get out of their with a little of my dignity still  in tacked.
Oh and by the way, I finally got to my husbands bank and yes they had a drive through. Thank you lord for small favors.

Well, That's me and that's it for now.
Later I will be posting what I made for dinner, If it comes out edible.
Some might say cooking is an art I think of it more as a learning experience.
see you soon
-G

Welcomed Stumbles

I woke up this morning to a beep, beep, beep!! I rolled over, grabbed my phone and shoved it under my pillow. Please don't be morning, I thought to myself, by it was the inevitable, 6:30 had come again, I plopped out of bed, with one eye cocked open and the other sewed shut with the sandman's overnight dusting. I stumbled into the kitchen to reach for my favorite coffee mug with a giant chip on the rim. I don't know what it is about that mug. I don't know if its the chip that cuts my lip on very, sleepy mornings or the worn out picture of the Blessed Mother. Or, maybe its just old reliable, the one thing that I can look forward to in the morning. Well, and of course that God has blessed my family with another day, of course, right !Or For some reason it is the link from me being asleep and dead to the world; to being some what a awake and functional in the morning. Ya that's more likely.
I digress. 

 I continued to pour myself a cup after I finished my deep contemplation of my coffee mug, Yum, My sweet, pipping, hot bowl of nectar! I then continued my zombie walk to my office. Which, by the way is the room down the hall from bedroom, no traffic for me in the morning. Yes please.

Where am I going with this, I'm not sure yet. Who wants to know what I do in the morning, Do I have something special to share with the world. It's not like I can tell you the cure for cancer. Well, maybe this may help, Ha, that's far fetching!

But this is something I have wanted to do for some time. Write, write something, write anything just put what's floating around in my dank, foggy mind on paper, well, a computer screen. Thank you 21st century. It might not be exciting but it might just lend an insight to another persons mind. Man, who is that someone?
We will just call myself, Gemima. I am not a  mammy front the south that can cook fried chicken all day. I wish,
No, I'm a nurse, taxi driver, janitor, cook, gardener, referee, bookkeeper, runner ( even though that has been sparse, to dang hot here) zoologist, librarian, bookkeeper and a hundred other things from A to Z. I am a mom and 'Here' if I'm the only one that ever visits 'Here' that would just be dandy, But as the days, months and years go by I would like to fill my pages of stories, poems, recipes, how-tos and how to-nots moments in my day that are just too funny, to sad, too embarrassing to keep locked, to keep hidden in that dank, foggy mind of mine.

Let me give you an example of what happened to me today. Read "Auto Pilot" to find out. If my boss only knew how clueless and klutzy I am I think he would be scared that I was handling his financials.

Well, That's me and that's it for now.
Later I will be posting what I made for dinner, If it comes out edible.
Some might say cooking is an art I think of it more as a learning experience.
see you soon
-Gemima

P.S.
Grammatical advise welcomed. I'm doing this blog to learn and experience more in life. This a big step out of my comfort zone.
Give me advise, corrections, thoughts on what I could do different.
The old Dome isn't quite back up to speed on the whole writing thing.
-G