The Discovery of Pinterest

The Discovery of Pinterest

My days of blogging have been slowed due to the beginning of this semester of graduate school. It seems many things all piled on at once. My heart and soul are all about journaling, so I will never be too far from my blog. Most recently, I have found Pinterest. It will never take the place of my blog, but I have found that it is easier with Pinterest to save/share my crafting ideas. Until recently, I had used blogger for that. This could be an interesting topic to explore at a later date when I have more time.

For now, I am enjoying one last cold front with lots of rain and a week away from work. I have soup on - creamy chicken/veggie made from all left-over ingredients, and the coffee pot is clicking occasionally to remind me it is over there waiting for me to pour another cup.

The morning doves are outside my patio, and as I listen to them sing, I am sooooo drawn back to another point in time of my life - a time when I was more hopeful, more naive, before I "grew up". Watching "Sleepless in Seattle" yesterday made me want to crawl back into the secure comfort of 1991, before cell phones and the war on terror, before the world got way tooo fast and before my world altered in ways I never imagined.

There is just something about late Winter that brings melancholy tinged with a bit of regret.

O Mr. Bluejay.........you chased away the morning doves. The world here in my home is silent.

My day beckons me loudly. This is my last day of this mini-vacation, and I have "miles to go before I sleep". I want to make something creative to move away from the monotony of studying and writing.

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Eggnog French Toast

~Eggnog French Toast Casserole~ Update: this has been a very busy post, viewed almost daily and consistently since it's original publication. I would love to hear about anyone's attempts at making this Eggnog French Toast. copied from Women of Faith daily newsletter This recipe sounds so amazing. I wondered if this was the casserole that Jessica and Rachel ended up rolling around in on the floor in The Family Stone . A little digging revealed that instead, it is actually Breakfast Strata which sounds equally appealling. I did not like the movie, The Family Stone. Maybe it was too realistic. Maybe I was hoping for something more whimsical and hopeful. I have tried a couple times since my initial viewing to watch it, but I cannot bring myself to sit through it. Eggnog French Toast Casserole A make-ahead breakfast perfect for Christmas morning! 1 loaf French Bread 8 oz. Cream Cheese 10 Eggs 2 cups Eggnog ¼ teaspoon Nutmeg 1 Tablespoon Cinnamon Slice a

Mitchells in the Revolutionary War

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Revolutionary War beginnigns

With the 4th of July only a couple days away, I thought I'd spend some time visiting with the family and share some of our family heritage. As the United States turns 236 years old this week, thinking about those unique ancestors who risked so much to bring about the American independence takes me back to Virginia, North / South Carolina and Maryland and the original 13 colonies. We all get so wrapped up in our lives that we forget to honor the past; or, as is often the case, families are unaware of the past. Technology opens the coffins of complacency and sweeps away the dust of indifference. I love learning about my ancestors. They are some unique individuals who lived life in another time and place but who are still present in our genetics. Think about it...........the same DNA that existed in a person 236 years ago is chronicled in my own DNA. It is almost like a message left in a bottle...........all I have to do is open the bottle. Our collective written history is no

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