Puzzled

Alright..there are people who love puzzles. I thought I did.
In my newly retired life, I have gotten interested in putting together puzzles so I went looking for a puzzle. I finally found one at the Dollar Store and bought me a One Dollar $1 Puzzle. (This is it in the picture.)
I did not realize a couple of things about puzzles: First, that the pieces on a cheap puzzle are all the same size and fit each other at all angles no matter what the picture is on the front. Second, each of the pieces of the puzzle do not interlock. Therefore, when I began putting this Boat puzzle together, all the pieces would move if I talked or sneezed! What was that all about?
It didn't take long for me to figure out that I could quickly remedy this problem by taking the Tacky Glue (that you see in the photo) and put some on each two pieces that fit correctly.

By time I finished the puzzle, it appeared laminated. Stiff, but nicely laminated!
So as you can see, I have hung its stiff self on the wall with a push pen...ha! That was fun.

Don't ask about the pieces that are missing. Since it was fast drying tacky glue that I used to put the 500 pieces together, I had lost my finger prints on my index fingers and thumbs from pulling the excess glue off of my fingers. Live and Learn! No more cheap puzzles for me, thank you!

There is a Balm in Gilead

Early this morning the radio alarm started. I heard the news of Cairo, Egypt. They were saying that after a week of peaceful confrontation in the streets, those Egyptians for and those against the President leaving office were now throwing bombs (moletov cocktails) at each other.
I quietly said "Hello" to the Lord in prayer and in my mind began singing the hymn, "There is a Balm in Gilead" or was that Cairo? Balm or bomb? Then I woke up...

I was still sleepy and petted the dog thinking how I needed to bathe her today. Reaching over the covers, I sleepily lay my hand across my chest; but felt some hard bumps at the bottom of my breast. I startled and thought, "Oh no! a lump!" I quickly got up, moved the covers away, to find two small buttons that were on my jammy. Whew! What a way to wake up! I quickly got up and thanked the Lord I didn't feel anything...
Good Morning Vietnam!!!

What is Sylvia doing these days?

Hello Puffed Tacos!

As you can see in the photo, the puffed tacos were professionally cooked and for your information
tasted delicious.

I just got back from San Antonio, Texas,
where I was hoping to eat a plate of chicken puffed tacos.
I went to three different restaurants that advertised "puffy" tacos, but they were terrible. (So is that name. ha!) They were too large, too flat, not crisp, cooked in cold oil so soaked with oil [yuk], and finished off with tomato sauce instead of a couple fresh tomatoes pieces, etc.

As soon as I got back to Nashville, I decided to see if I still could make a good puffed taco. It had been 28 years since I had made any. It was great to cook them and teach my daughter and her fiance how to make them.

Before the Kids arrived, I cooked a ground turkey "guiso" rather than beef to be spooned inside these tacos shells. After a few spoonfuls of this mixture in the middle of these taco shells, I put thinly sliced lettuce and a few fresh tomatoes on top. To die for! They were just perfect. I'm so content that puffed tacos still exist in my life.

Apparently, San Antonio has "lost it." Our chain of 12 El Rancho Mexican Restaurants were the "originators" of the puffed taco in San Antonio and sold thousands from 1941 to 1980. I was hoping that the city would continue the tradition. Nope. Their loss.

Guess

Okay, this is the story...

Part 1. I was ignoring Lexi by typing at my desk. She sits on the couch and is able to reach out and touch my shoulder sometimes that makes me freak out. I think I am alone till I feel this touch. Whew.

Part 2. To entertain Lexi and to keep her busy so I can work, sometimes I take a whole walnut and throw it so she will go chase it. It bounces and makes a lot of noise on my linoleum kitchen floor, so this is fun for me also.

Part 3. Today, I was very busy since it is close to Christmas. Lexi is sitting behind me with something rolling around in her mouth. I know I hadn't thrown a walnut, so I try to look in her mouth but she will not let me have it. I chase her all over the house till I corner her. I have to pry her mouth open and what do I find? NOT a walnut, but the little lamb from the Baby Jesus Nativity Set that is on the kitchen table! They are similar in size but do NOT make the same sound in her mouth.

The end. As you see, all is okay. After a stern talk to her I moved the chair back under the table so this wouldn't happen again. I found a walnut and threw it into the kitchen!

About 50 Babies Crying...

Okay, it was early in December
when I went to Walmart
to buy lots of my
favorite hot sauce.

I walked by this aisle when a
WALL OF BABY DOLLS
began crying
and making noises--
ALL at the same time.
Scared me! Took my breath away!

You know,
when I walk by the CDs
at Cracker Barrel,
I expect to hear
some country singer start singing,
but this was totally unexpected!