Lindsay Lindeman

I know it’s a bit too early to be thinking about cooking for Christmas, but I have an idea that I’ve been kicking around for awhile. I have always disliked fruitcake intensely. Actually, I have tried all kinds of the stuff and I really hate fruitcake of any kind.

This year, I am starting the search for the perfect fruitcake recipe, or by golly I am going to make my own! Yes indeed, I’ve decided to give fruitcake one last try. Heck, the way I figure it…if it doesn’t turn out well, I can always shellac it and use it as a door stop!

Thanks to Olga Quinn!

Sometimes it is just impossible to finish a homework assignment on time if you have to visit the library or go to the bookstore to hunt for the appropriate information. And it is not always possible to have a personal tutor or a family member who can help with the homework assignment. This is one reason why I love the Internet. The Internet is not only for chatting with friends, playing games, or downloading great stuff. The Internet is a great way to find the right information to help with homework assignments. The other day I signed on to my directv and clear bundle and did a search online for information on the Civil War in America. I couldn’t believe it. In less than a second the search engine returned more than enough information to help me write a very detailed and through report on the Civil War and how it affected economic trade in America. I composed the report quickly. All the information just a mouse click away. That left me plenty of time to play a few games and chat with friends online after I finished my homework assignment.

It appears I am about to become one. This goes against everything I ever “thought” I believed in. My youngest son is going to be signed up to play football for his school today. I don’t like football. The discussion has been brought up many times over the summer I was totally against it. Finally, yes people…I caved. I’m such a wimp. Of course I’m a hero in my son’s eyes, despite of the fact my rules are numerous and valid.

He has to eat right. He is getting tall, but to me looks like a stick. His doctor says he’s fine, but I’ve got this hang up about him not eating much. He HAS to keep up his grades, of course. Most schools have this policy. His school doesn’t care much, as long as the kids is good at sports, which is a darn shame, but it’s true. And my son is very fast. So he was snatched up pronto by the coach, who has been on me for two years to let him play. And he has to do his chores. Hmmm..that will be a feat of accomplishment. We’ll see what happens.

In case anyone goes to the game and sees that woman climbing over the fence if her kid gets even the slightest bit bumped?? That would be me going to “bump” the person who tackled her son!

A lot of people including myself, have flower boxes outside that either are used for container planting or decorative accessories under their windows. As summer is drawing to a close, it’s nearly time for me to start “putting my garden to bed” as I call it. I know I’m really going to miss gardening and wish I had a green house in my back yard, but that won’t happen in the near future.

I have been kicking around the idea of inside window boxes for plants, so I can grow my herbs and various ivy plants in the house during the winter months. Okay, maybe just not “kicking the idea around”. I’ve been looking for possibilities that won’t take up much room, but will allow me to enjoy my hobby during the long winter months, and I’m pretty darn serious about this project!

Pure and simple, I love playing in the dirt and want my “babies” in the house for the winter. I think that window boxes for flowers and plants will be the way to do this and instead of having them outside, I’ll have them inside my house. I dread winter and this is giving me something to look forward to! My family of course, are humoring me (once again), but I know they are thinking, “Mom is working on yet another project”. Oh well…when Mom is happy, they are happy!

Every girl needs a good pair of boots, a hat and a fancy skirt. Even if the only one who sees it is a horse.