I added a new page to Franky, My Dear…
It’s my FAITH page. I wanted one tab to direct readers to for my Faith writings. A place to streamline that foundation of what makes me tick, and what gives me Hope.
I hope these writings inspire and encourage you.
Be blessed, always.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Yup. That’s right. Normally upbeat, optimistic MoJo had a not-so-good day today.
On the heels of crying on my friend’s shoulder for no reason at all last week, only to realize I was actually coming down with something (I always get cranky before I get sick), and then having the chaos of a not-so-well-cleaned house and not being able to fully devote myself to writing coherently…
All these little irritants went by the wayside and today I was ready to face the world again! Hurray!
But the world, it seems, wasn’t quite ready for me.
After spending the better part of the morning glued to my telephone and laptop, I finally tracked down and took care of such business relating to correspondence courses, writing assignments, freelance opportunities, political issues, and home schtuff.
Dot and I spent far too long at the Super Target where I bought pumpkins and other necessary groceries, and she bought sweaters and socks (did I mention the wintery weather of late?
We came home to a high-pitched toilet. Almost dog-hearing pitched, but luckily, it was toned enough to greatly annoy our cats as well! Can I use the word lucky enough in this post?
Dot surprised me with a sweater she bought for me at Target. I’ve been looking for such a sweater for over a year now. She bought me a sweater and socks to keep me warm this winter! What a Doll!
I decided then it was finally time for that haircut I’ve been waiting on. I called my stylist only to discover she’s no longer working, and the salon didn’t have any other openings for today. So I drove over to the walk-in discount haircut place that I used to go to.
Never. Ever. Go to a walk-in discount haircut place. Never. Not unless you know them, and trust them. Never. Promise me.
As soon as we walked in, I had a sneaking suspicion I was making a bad decision. There was no welcoming other than “We’ll be right with you,” which turned into a fifteen minute wait. And no one offered style books for me to look at.
When I was called up, the stylist mumbled too much for me to understand her. She used her hand to sweep the chair, and tightened the dirty cape around my neck too tightly. That’s right: not only was it too tight, but it had someone else’s hair all over it. Gross, right?
I showed her photos on my cell phone of styles I was interested in. She didn’t seem to understand what “longer bangs and shorter in the back” meant. As she spritzed my hair with water and dragged the comb through, I winced and offered an “Oww!” I began to question why she parted my hair so drastically to the side, when she again mumbled, fumbled, and said, “I’ll just start in the back.”
When she opened her scissors, I opened my mouth.
“STOP!” I insisted. I apologized lightly and told her I wasn’t comfortable with her cutting my hair. It was awkward, it was uncomfortable. But I’d rather walk out with her being confused than me needing to pay for a second haircut to correct her mistakes.
So here I am at home. The recipes I’d planned aren’t done yet. The cookies aren’t baked. The desserts aren’t made. The budget isn’t balanced. The toilet isn’t quiet. And the writing isn’t written.
Instead, you get this post about Bad Hairs and Mondays… aren’t you lucky?
I do have this one ray of light: Tomorrow’s a new day. And I’m pretty sure the sun will come out… tomorrow.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
What could be easier than making a drop cookie? How ’bout making a drop cookie from a mix? That’s right, you heard me. Today I took the easy way out and used a pre-mix for our cookies. And you know what? I’d do it again!
Who hasn’t heard of Betty Crocker? Their product is a staple in almost any kitchen. And with the busyness of the upcoming Holiday season, they’re definitely invited to my house any time.
I started the mix by hand, but soon realized my KitchenAid could do it better.
After lining the cookie sheets with parchment paper, I used my cookie scoop to drop the mix.
The cookies baked for eight minutes then cooled on the pans for one more.
After they completely cooled on the racks, we frosted them with Betty Crocker Cream Cheese Frosting.
And then we enjoyed them. Well, some of them. The rest… I hope they make it through the week.
But with Betty Crocker’s easy pre-mix, I’m okay if they don’t.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
I’m very excited for what’s coming soon to Frankly, My Dear…
Coming Soon to FMD
As promised, I’ve several product reviews/giveaways in the works.
Klutz Crafts
Ice Cream Maker from Aroma Housewares
C*L*R Cleaning Products
A few crafts.
Whooo’s Making Cards?
A Sample of Crafting
And a few recipes.
Pumpkin, Pumpkin Everywhere!
There will be stories, essays, opinion pieces, and Will Power the Bear will be making an appearance or two.
So I hope you’ll keep reading, and keep sharing. There’s plenty of great stuff, and we want you to be a part of it.
Momma’s Little Helper
The Real Reason I Have Carpal Tunnel
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
I know it’s not winter. Not yet. But someone forgot to tell the Weather so. Because in a drastic shift of climate, our temperatures went from 75 on Tuesday to only 52 on Wednesday, complete with strong winds and stormy clouds. There was even a forecast for snow in the higher elevations.
While we didn’t get any precipitation, it’s been quite enjoyable to sit back and enjoy the ambiance that a grey wind brings.
Our temperatures are already rising again; the sky is already more clear. It was a nice tease of what’s to come.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
NOLA, by Molly Jo Realy
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