Garden Transplants

"Have you ever had one of them days, boy, have you ever had one of them days? When nothin' is right from morning 'til night, have you ever had one of them days?..." Those are lyrics from an old Elvis song in the movie GI Blues, if you didn't already know that. My mom was a true-blue Elvis fan, and I listened to a lot of him growing up. 

Every time I have one of those days, I think about that song, and I hear it in my head. My roots are no doubt one of the biggest reasons I really liked Jason Lee's new show Memphis Beat on TNT. His character is a big Elvis fan. I really did enjoy the show and am looking forward to the next episode. The nice thing about shows not on ABC, NBC, or CBS is that they get a fair chance at succeeding. So, I'm hoping for a long run for this one.

I'm having one of those days actually, which is why I have the song running around in my mind. I somehow got my lower back out of whack almost 3weeks ago now, and my chiropractor has been busy putting it back. For about a week, I thought it was just about better, but then I woke up this past Sunday morning and it was as if all that progress never happened. I think it was lugging around the new and HUGE German Shepherd puppy we have that knocked it back out...hmmmm...

Anyway, I'm walking like Fred Sanford (Redd Foxx) and the only comfortable position for any length of time is lying down. You can't get much done that way, and it's starting to wear out my patience and my nerves. I now have a greater appreciation for people with chronic back trouble, for certain. I'm feeling a wee bit cranky, and having some trouble finding my joy, and I don't like it! 

So, when one of those random small-townish things happens, (like old guys driving their lawn mowers down the road for whatever myriad of reasons there are for that, and actually causing a traffic jam of 8 cars) it makes me want to scream. Rolling the windows down first, of course, so everyone can hear me lose my mind. Or, because my back hurts when I bend over or down to pick something up, I am constantly dropping things...or cleaning up something on the floor...ugh! And these cursed brick streets!! Charming to look at, yes, but secretly a devious method of torture, I'm thinking.

I did have one bright spot in an otherwise poopie day, however, that made up for the rest of it. A sales rep for an office supply company stopped in as she does from time to time, and we got to talking. We discovered a bit of common ground in that we are both transplants from larger gardens. I, of course came here from California, and she came from Houston, Texas, out of a desire to live in a more rural area, and smaller community. It was really fun exchanging our culture-shock stories and comparing notes on everything we had to learn here.

Some of those lessons are as follows:

1- People here are wavers, and they expect you to wave back. If you don't, you're anti-social. So wave, even if you don't know who they are. 

2- Toilets are called stools here. 

3- Dinner is lunch,and supper is dinner - breakfast is still breakfast. 

4- Your driving reflects directly upon how you are viewed as a person; they know your car, and they will talk. 

5- Your business is not your own; everybody knows your business better than you do, and if you keep to yourself, stay out of trouble, they will make stuff up. 

6- Stop lights and stop signs are suggestions, just like turn signals. 

7- Your designated trash day is also a suggestion - it could be any day after that day or maybe the following week, and complaining most likely won't help you out any. 

8- Don't ever, under any circumstances park your new shiny car way out in the Wal Mart parking lot by itself unless you want it to be hit by a shopping cart or have someone deliberately park their pile of junk so close you have to crawl in on the passenger side. 

9- The contents of your shopping cart will be scrutinized and commented on. 

10- Your neighbors will not pretend they didn't see you in your jammies and your hair in a towel trying to wrangle your dogs in the house at 6 am - they will instead wave and make sure you know they saw you.

Just a few examples of the quirky-ness here, but in all honesty, people are friendly, and genuinely concerned and interested. So when they ask you how your parents are doing, it's sincere. And when there is a need, these people respond! It does remind me of Mayberry from the old Andy Griffith show sometimes :)

Blueberry Dump Cake Recipe

My friend Angie asked me to post my recipe for Blueberry Dump Cake here, so I am obliging :)  It's so simple, it's ridiculous! Most people know how to do a dump cake,I guess-traditionally it's cherry & pineapple, but I don't really like that combination, so I decided that blueberries would be better. Also, when we went camping two summers ago with Angie's family and our friend Angela's family on her parents property, her mother made some absolutely fabulous blueberry desert in a dutch oven. It's haunted me ever since hee hee, so this somewhat satisfies that particular craving.

I'm posting what I did, but you can change it up however you want.

So here we go:

4 cups blueberries - can be frozen or fresh, canned too probably if you don't have anything else available

1 Lemon cake mix DRY- 2 if your 9 x 13 pan seems larger like mine does

1/2 cup sugar

1 Tsp Cinnamon

1 stick butter - 2 if you are making a larger pan

Oven at 350

*Note, this is not a regular cake, so be sure to use a shallow pan (ie, no bundt cake pans), and don't follow the directions on the cake mix  :)

Combine your blueberries with sugar & cinnamon in the bottom of your pan. Sprinkle your cake mix over the top getting good coverage. Slice up your stick butter and place it on top of the dry cake mix. I sliced mine thin so I could get good coverage with just one stick, lol Then bake for 50 minutes if your blueberries are frozen, 30-40 if using fresh. If you're using canned, you might start checking after 20. The top should not be gooey, so just keep checking it until the top is light golden and not sticky to the touch, and kind of feels like a sugar cookie. That's it! Easy-peasy!

I made this last Sunday night to take to church. Sunday evenings are relaxed get-togethers, plus we had a missionary from Colombia visiting. I divided it into two pans-my large 9 x 13, and a smaller one , size unknown , that I inherited from my mom.  (Both of my 9x13's say what size they are on the bottom, but one of the two is deeper than the other, and just enough larger that I can nestle the other one inside it - go figure!) I used a whole bag of frozen blueberries and divided them between the two pans. I used two sticks of butter, and then just kind of guessed at the amounts of sugar & cinnamon. You can make this using a yellow cake mix or white, but the lemon just kind of sets off the blueberries, in my opinion, so if you aren't into the flavor of lemon, use something else. You just might want to adjust the amount of sugar you use as it might be too sweet - definitely adjust it down if your pan is small.

If you try it, I'd love to hear how it turned out, so feel free to leave comments or email me. Oddly enough, hardly anyone leaves comments, but I get lot's of emails lol.

Parade Photos

I thought it might be fun to post some of the pictures I took of our Good Ol' Days Parade. It was the 29th year for our annual festival. I don't know where it stands as far as being one of the oldest celebrations of it's kind in the area or whatever, but it's not alone. There are several, with Joplin's Boomtown Days being the biggest, at least for the 4 State Area, which is what we are called. I'm pretty sure it's because the name '4 corners' is already taken, that and our corners don't line up very well...

My hubby & kids are in there, but you can't really see them very good. 

It's ok-I know they're there  :)

Part of the color guard - and a good shot of our brickstreets.

Dolly the Trolley...except that now we have two of them so I'm not sure if the other one has a name...

They do run tours, and around Halloween they run a haunted one that sounds like a lot of fun.

A 1955 Chevy Limo that used to be a funeral car and belonged to my boss, Mike. 

A couple of firetrucks, and my Gary & Barbie's son Alex...say Hi Alex!

A guy on a vintage bike, which is the Good Ol' Days icon...looks uncomfortable, huh?

Ok, the stars are to preserve peeps' anonymity, etc. ...This just struck me as funny, so I had to post it. If you are the owner of this backside and would prefer I remove this from my blog, just contact me ;)

A truck towing a boat...

 

Some more firetrucks...

Big guy, little car....

a looong line of tractors

antiques

my friend Jenni and Kaylie, my friend Angie's daughter

and the horses bring up the rear of the parade, for obvious reasons, which until a few years ago, it apparently wasn't obvious to the organizers, because the horses were scattered throughout the entire parade.

awww...mini's are so cute, but baby mini's are adorable!

and there's the end of it - our grand parade  :)

There were a few more tractors, and other random entries such as all the trucks and cars with state and local candidates for various offices -I didn't take any pictures of them. They can campaign on their own blogs!

So there you have it, a small-town-Kansas-style parade.

As cheesey as it might seem, this little parade is a big deal to the kids who get to ride in it, and that makes it totally worth it. If at no other time in their lives, for that little while they got to be celebrities, with all eyes on them. 

How cool is that??

Good Ol' Days

Even though the calendar says the first day of summer isn't until June 21st, it's officially summer here the first weekend in June. Our annual Good Ol' Days celebration kicks off Friday evenings with a parade, in which my kids rode with their dad in his deputy cruiser, leading the parade along with a PD cruiser. To clarify, it's not like the Rose Parade, hee hee, but everybody has fun. Anyone can enter the parade, so you see a lot of pick-ups with tons of kids in the back, tractors, and of course fire trucks, antique cars & trucks, etc. One year some teens built a pirate ship facade onto a pickup truck and they were all dressed like pirates.  And of course it wouldn't be Good Ol' Days if it wasn't hotter than a firecracker and stormed at least once. Last year we had Dock Dogs as the main attraction, and this year we had a lumberjack show. It was so hot and my back was hurting so bad, we didn't really watch it. The big draw for the boys was a huge military helicopter parked on the grass at the fort that they could go inside of. There were some jeeps and a display of gear from each war. I felt so sorry for those guys that were dressed in that vintage gear. Saturday the heat index was 100 :( 

I'm thinking it's going to be a HOT summer this year. I don't know that it's a scientific fact or anything, so feel free to do your own research, but the lightning bugs (fireflies) are out early by at  least 3 weeks. Typically you see a handful here & there at this time of year, but they are out in force already this year. Wednesday night after Tucker's baseball game we went by sonic to get shakes (buy one get one free right now!) and we took a little drive to see the storm that was coming in. As we came around past the cemetery and onto the what used to be called the Lake Road but now has some stupid 911 name...I digress...anyway, out over a pasture there were thousands of twinkling lights hovering in the tall grass. Of course I was instantly mesmerized, and completely blocked out my children's requests for napkins. That should have sparked something since they think that napkins are superfluous due to the fact they have shirtsleeves, but I was oblivious. Wish I could tune out their arguing as well!

But the fireflies! I could sit and watch them for hours. I've mentioned this before, but I never saw them growing up in California. They fascinate me! We always went to Disneyland a couple of times a year, and one my favorite rides was (and still is) Pirates of the Caribbean. Yep, they had fireflies in there in certain areas that mimicked bayous, and I remember that my mom and I would always linger on the way out to look at them a little more. I think they had some outside of the Haunted Mansion, too, and maybe in a couple of other areas in the French Quarter section. Disneyland is the one thing I really, really miss about California...that and In-N-Out Burger   :)