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Super Mom!

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Where’s my cape?  Oh, never mind!  Today was great!  I got to sleep late, and Bela slept even later.  Once I got up and moving, I decided to make some (turkey) bacon and eggs to entice Bela out of the bed.  Fail!  End result: she ate breakfast in bed.  That usually doesn’t happen, but since she hurt her ankle, I let it slide.

Once her breakfast was taken care of and the dishes done, I was looking for something for myself.  I had gone to bed last night thinking about my mom’s recipe for cassoulet.  I thought it called for some ketchup, but I couldn’t remember for sure.  After a quick phone call, I put everything (one can of white Northern beans, one can of drained carrots, four cut-up wieners and some ketchup) into the pot, “cooked” a few minutes and had an easy lunch.  I have enough for two or three more meals.  Just in case you’re interested, Mom said some garlic powder and onions can be added to the recipe.

Easy, one-pot lunch!

Easy, one-pot lunch!

Since I had conquered today’s meals, I was looking for something else….that’s when I found a box of cake mix in the cabinet.  Hmmmm.  Why not?  I also noticed a small box of food coloring, so I added a few drops of color to the batter.  🙂

I used a knife to swirl the colors a bit.

I used a knife to swirl the colors a bit.

After the cake was done, Bela and I taste tested (for quality control purposes).  I even managed to get some icing on a few pieces.  Bela tried a piece before it was cooled!  (I might have, too.)  Lunch, check.  Crazy cake, check.  Popcorn and a movie?  Sure, let’s do it!

I made Bela some popcorn, and we settled down to watch The Book of Life (again).  What a wonderful day off.

Mother Trucker-Part 3

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Dear friend Judy called in the moment I was deciding to stop, and that sealed our fate. Judy said for me to rest. I was tired (almost weepy), and I had to sleep.

The Motel 6 in Cookeville was passable, but not stellar. We had a room on the second floor, the bathroom was tiny (barely room for a butt on the potty because the walls were so close), but there was a queen bed. It was around 11 (p. m.), and I had a wake-up call coming at 6. We had just enough energy to drag our “devices” (laptops, Nooks, etc.) and our carcasses up the two flights to the room. We were settling in when our friends, Joseph and Pam, called to check on us. (To meet them, see Mother Trucker-Part 1) They are the COOLEST! After connecting the phones to charge, we crawled into bed.

After being told about breakfast at 6, we trudged to the car with our devices, drove to the office area, and went looking for food. We found only coffee. I was slightly (!) annoyed. We drove across the street (in a huff), grabbed a coffee and topped off the tank. Cookeville was a memory in no time!

Ysabela kept helping watch signs for Bluefield. It finally appeared. When it was 14 miles away, Ysabela was ready to do a happy dance. I was too, but I explained that we were NOT going all the way to Bluefield—our exit was SOONER! I finally spotted the exit we needed, gave a war whoop (we are part Cherokee) and felt like