Cocoa Cocolicious

Yummmm… I had hot cocoa for breakfast! Of course with lots of mini marshmallows!  Otherwise, legally I don’t think it can be called hot cocoa!  It has to be called “Hot cocoa-like beverage”.  Am I right?

hot cocoa with marshmallows

Hot Cocoa Done Right!

In one of my favorite mugs:

purple grape mug

Wonder why it’s one of my favorites?? Hmmmmm 😉

Don’t worry , Mama!  I had oatmeal too.

empty oatmeal bowl

Key Word There- HAD Oatmeal!

And like Goldilocks, I ate it all up!!

Hearty, hot, healthy way to start the day.

(Since I couldn’t alliterate that whole sentence, I settled for rhyming.  A poor second choice, but ah well.)

 

Was this considered cooking, since I used a kitchen appliance???

featured pinbellish

Toasty Toes

I’m happy to report- I can feel my toes again!  YAY!!   Last night, I was sure they were frostbitten, to be forever lost.  Why??  I was cold!  lol  I didn’t buy a space heater when I had money, so now I was gonna die, by way of punishment for mismanagement of funds.

Tonight, however, my brain had thawed out some from today’s sunshine, and I remembered- I have central air! Which means, central heat!!   YAY!!

thermostat

Blessed warmth!!

 

So, I flipped the switch, and oh sweet mercy- hot air came out!!

Old people problems- I didn’t have heat in the olden days (a month ago, in the other house), therefore I forgot I have it now.  Duh-oh!!

 

Skunk head- just for LBeth!

Here is your special order, ma’am, hot off the press!

skunk-me

skunk-me

I was helping my aunts paint my grandmama’s house, the same one I was sitting on the porch, after Grandma had passed.  Unfortunately, no one in the family could buy it, so it was going on the market.  😦

So, here we were, painting the ceiling of the dining room, do ya feel where this is going???

We are all laughing, then crying, talking about Grandma, and memories we had in the house.  So, after a too long crying jag, I painted someone’s shirt back, just to get a laugh.  Then, it was all out paint war!

Before long, we all had paint smeared hither to yon.  I already had flecks in my hair, so I painted the stripe down the top, and said, “Hey, y’all!  Remember when Sherry skunked me??”

They all stared at me horrified!!  “Melinda!!  That is oil paint!  You’re gonna have to use paint thinner to get that out!!”

“Yeah, but do ya remember when Sherry put that streak of white down my hair, by using all the bleach on me, cuz I was too impatient to wait for her to do it right??  Blast from the past, baby!

And, just like 35-ish years previously, it had to grow out.  But!  This time Mama couldn’t yell at me for ruining my hair!  HA!

I love my adventure filled life!