Snack Recipies: banana dip n chip; banana burrito

I was just having a snack, an old favorite
while surfing the net n checking my email, and I decided this is so delicious I must share my "recipie".
Now, first, I don't know if Tom's sells it's chips nationwide, or in what areas at all they do sell, but let me say, I LOVE LOVE LOVE these chips!!!
By far my favorite of all potato, corn, and all other chips, all flavors. I don't even like anyone else's bbq chips.
So, if you've never tried them, and if you can get them, I highly recommend them. Clearly. Of course not everyone will agree with me, but I don't see how.

Now, if you have your bag of Tom's BBQ chips, or if not you can try another brand tho it won't be nearly as delicious: Get a ripe banana. There are a few methods of doing this - I first sliced off very thin sections of banana with a chip and ate it thusly. Back, oh, 25 or so years ago. But you can also smash your banana and use it as dip, but its not as good this way somehow; the benefit is that chips often break when trying to use them as a knife, and make quite a mess of it by sight tho I eat it anyhow. OR, do it the lazy way, the way I just did, and take a bite of banana and then a bite of chips and chew up together. YUM-MMYYYY!
Honestly, its good, tho it may not sound so, it is. In the same way a banana burrito sounds weird to someone who hasn't tried it: wrap banana in flour tortilla, deep fry, roll in sugar and cinnamon, top with ice cream and chocolate syrup. But banana burritos are also unbelievably delicous.
Well, I hope someone tries this, and if you do, I hope you enjoy it!

DREAM SYMBOLISM part 2

To dream of a clean, white bed denotes the end of worries. If a woman dreams of making a bed, there will soon be a new lover in her life.

NOTE: sometimes there is no secret meaning or symbolism to dreams; sometimes they are mental ramblings than mean nothing, or a replay of the day's events or emotions, or are in that category (there must be some purpose in dreaming so I'm not including this by saying "meaningless"). Then there are subconscious desires, or fears, and these can lead to self-fulfilling prophecy. Then there's that realm that some believe are dreams sent to us by God, or angels, or spirits, or some other supernatural force - I couldn't say where they come from, as I never have actually seen them sent/created...so on. ALSO, the mind does recognize certain universal symbols, and this along with some lore are where dream interpretations come from. BUT we each are individuals with unique ideas, beliefs, experiences, etc, and this will cause us to interpret some symbols differently than most people do. IN GENERAL if a dream gives you a good feeling it's a good sign, while bad dreams and outright nightmares of course are never good. BUT if prophecy is a fact, I believe it must exist in order to show us the path we are on, with the energies currently at play, and that if we don't like it we can change the future by changing our actions and attitudes. With all this in mind, let's continue with the dream symbolism:


HONEY: eating honey foretells of wealth and love.

BALLOON: a dashing of hope on any and all fronts, business or love, as well as a genereal falling off of all kinds of business you may be involved in. If you are rising in a balloon its an omen of especially frustrating conditions going on now or soon in your future. (Unless YOU associate balloons with parties and good times, etc. A hot air balloon seems nice but in dreams you can feel out of control, unable to land or guide it, etc., tho someone who has done it and enjoyed it will probably see the symbol as something more along the lines of rising to great heights and/or freedom. As always, if it scared, frustrated, or gave you any negative feeling, its a bad omen, and positive feelings are a good omen.)

LIGHTS: A light shining out of darkness or a flashlight beam means you'll

finally find the truth in a situation or the answer to a personal problem you've been searching for. If the light is dim, you will find only part of the solution.

KANGAROO: foretells of unexpected and exciting trips (or that you have
been watching Animal Planet too much).

KEYS: are unexpected change. LOST KEYS mean unpleasant adventures will affect you. To FIND KEYS means domestic peace and success in business.

DRAGONFLY: If it lands on your body you'll get excellent news
from someone far from home. A DEAD DRAGONFLY, the news
will be bad (doesn't necessarily mean a real death, just bad news). If its PERCHED gracefully on some other object you many soon be having guests that are hard to get rid of.

DRIVING: If you're driving a vehicle, be careful NOT to take chances with your money in the next two weeks or so. If you're RIDING and someone else is driving, you will find yourself lucky moneywise. (Or if riding it may mean you're dreaming about something else entirely, like going somewhere, and you're dreaming you're riding because in REAL LIFE someone else usually drives and this is how your mind sees you in a car.)

ICE: Actually sitting on ice in your dreams (people dream that they're sitting
on ice often enough to define it? Odd...) is a dream of the contrary. (Not positive what this means exactly - either life in general will be contrary with a lot of friction you'd suppose, or thinking of the phrase "its on ice" meaning "waiting; taken out of the picture til a later appropriate time", then contrary would mean you will NOT be waiting - I sorta lean toward this meaning. Heavily.)

CAT: Generally a bad omen; shows treachery and general bad luck. (Does mean
cats of any color, not just black as superstitions go.) Cats attacking you represent your nemies; if you banish the cat/cats you'll succeed in overcoming great obstacles and rise in fortune and fame.

CANDLES: If burning with a clear, steady flame it denotes the constancey and faithfulness, reliability of people around you and a well-grounded fortune.

DANCING: To dream you are dancing means some unexpected good fortune will come to you.

DECEASED PERSON: If the person speaks only to you, pay attention to all they say as it could be very important to you. (Or it may simply mean you miss them and were thinking about them as you drifted off to sleep or soon after - whenever dreams are generated.) To generally dream of weeing a deceased person is normally a warning, telling you that influences around you at this time do not bode well for your affairs, and you should not enter into any binding contracts or verbal agreements.


DOGS: (Of course if you fear dogs, it's likely a bad sign.) To dream of a dog means great gain and loyal, dependable friends. To HEAR DOGS BARKING foretells of news of a depressing nature - difficulties are more apt to follow. (OR, a dog in your neighborhood is barking within hearing range, and since your ears still work when you sleep, your brain is adding the sound you really hear into your dream. Go with the other things the dream is about and the feeling you get from the barking dogs to guess at the meaning.)

DIAMONDS: A very promising dream; omen of great honor and recognition from high places.

FACE: Smiling faces equal new, pleasant friends, experiences, or financila gains. UNPLEASANT OR GROTESQUE FACES (unless amusing in the dream) potend loss. If you are WASHING YOUR FACE its necessary to atone for some past indiscretion: Better make amends! To see FACES OF STRANGERS means you will be moving to a new residence, or a new job, school etc - somewhere you spend a significant portion of your life.

FALLING: Indicates a loss of emotional balance or self-control. It may represent your insecurity, a lack of self-confidence, fear of failure, or inability to cope with a situation. If you fall a really long way and GET HURT, prepare for really hard times ahead. If NOT HURT upsets will be minor and temporary.

CROWN: predicts a change in you life. You will travel a long distance from home and develop new relationships.

BUTTERFLY: IF AMONG FLOWERS means prosperity. Butterflies FLYING AROUND means coming news from absent friends by letter, or by someone that has seen them. (In today's world I'm gonna guess that the letter can also mean by email, since its a written form of communication by people a distance from each other.)

BEAR: killing a bear means liberation from entanglements.

BICYCLE: Riding uphill means bright prospects (OR I'd think if it was a hard struggle up a steep hill it means something like fighting the odds or a struggle to get to the top). Riding DOWNHILL calls for care - misfortune is near (OR maybe to you it's something more like you've reached the peak after a struggle and now you can coast, progressing forward with no effort. I see the downhill association tho - again, does it feel good or bad?)

ANGEL: a favorable dream forecasting success, promotion, happiness and rewarding friendships.

BABY: To see a baby in a dream signifies innocenc, warmth, and new baginnings. A love affair may be blooming for you in your near future. You'll also make new and fun friends. If a WOMAN DREAMS SHE'S NURSING A BABY, she will be deceived by one she trusts most. (Or maybe your dream of a baby means you desire a baby, or are unknowing pregnant and your body recognizes its own state and is sending you the message [of course that would actually mean your subconscious knows it somehow but you aren't aware on a conscious level. Or are in denial.)

I'm tired now,but I have a handful more of these I'll add as my next blog, in the next day or two. Or three at most.

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TERRIFIC ONLINE GAME SITE FOR YOUNG KIDS

These charming young men to the left are Boowa and Kwala, the main characters for the site Up To Ten. This is a great site, with educational games (but I won't tell the kids if you don't - my grandkids just think the games are fun and often hilarious, and I mean laugh out loud hilarious). The games each have age recommendations, as well as icons, coded by color (ie blue for intellectual agility, orange for computer literacy, green for motor skills, and red means a parental presence is needed to help the child along) and by symbols (that indicate, for example, craft activity, fine motor skills, listening, creativity, imagination, and so on).
The site has a search engine, to help your child find a particular game that he or she has forgotten the name of or can't find, or to help you search for specific activities or skills that you wish your child to work on.
This is a very good site, not one of those cheapy things, and has over 1000 games - every single one my gk's have tried (for and near their age group/ ability) they have loved. It rates right up there with PBS Kids, Nick Jr, and they like it better than Disney's (tho they DO like Disney's site, they just play Up To Ten more often, likely because it has more games for their age groups.)
The games are for ages 2 and under (yes, they can), 3 to 4, 4 to 6, and 6 and up. Any time your child has chosen his or her own game and you want the info, there's a gray button that you can click on to learn all the details of the game such as age recommendation and the skills it hones.
The site my kids use is completely free, and they have not begun to delve into the deep pool of games offered there. But if you wish there is a premium site, with about 250 more games (not a big difference considering the free site has 1110), and no ads, pen pals, probably a couple things I am forgetting (I only checked it out for this blog, I never wanted or needed for our use). Of course it also helps support the site, and maybe when the economy is better, I'll at least donate something to them. The prices are reasonable, less than most I've seen, and they have a great deal if you get it by the quarter, year etc. The monthly price is $6.60; the quarterly price is 16.50, and if you paid this one month at a time it would cost 19.80 so you save 3.30 there. The bi-annual price is even better, at 29.70 for 6 months, a savings of 9.90 compared to the monthly

price. And in a year the price is 79.20 if you pay one month at a time, but if you subscribe for the year the price is only 29.70, a ridiculous savings of over 50 dollars.
But, as I said, I see no need to pay anything at all since the free site is so excellent. I'm not gonna add this as a link, because I've tried to twice and something is going wrong somewhere and it just won't take. But it's simple enough to remember:
www.uptoten.com - oh it made it a link anyhow, let's hope it works this time, for the sake of my nerves at 5:36 AM!

MEET MY BEAUTIMOUS FAMILY, part one

My computer recently crashed and wiped out every single thing I had stored, including all my pix, which I didn't back up on discs or any of the photo sites I belong to. Well. Just got it back from the repair dude, and my daughters , Jessilyn (seen below with her daughter Kenzi) and Brittany (also below, on the right hand side) have each uploaded one memory card of pix, so I didn't have a lot to choose from. This is a problem because my son Jeffrey and grandson Jaden (like father like son) run and hide when the cameras come out. So I don't have as many of them as the others. Yet. I'm a Libra - things must be perfectly balanced and fair before I can rest easy, and I will fix this soon if only for me.

Here, we have my girl Britty in a shot where you can see that massive hair she has. She just had me cut about 8 inches off yesterday and it is still almost to the arch of her back but she says it feels a ton lighter. It will be back to this length in 6 weeks, too. And there's Britty at her JRAFROTC ball. She was a princess, as you can clearly see by looking at her gorgeous self (but maybe I'm prejudiced? Naw!) I think, tho I'm not certain, that Britt and her friends here were possibly gettin down with their bad selves, perhaps, just perhaps, being just a bit goofy. (MY kids? NAW!)


And here to the left you will see a very rare shot, an animal thusfar a legend in the realm of cryptozoology, the never before captured on film... ok well maybe he has been photographed quite a lot, but that was as a child, before he became a sulky forlorn teenaged boy, and then, after having children, the boy did something I never ever would've reckoned upon - he turned into his own father, thru no fault of my own I swear - it must be genetic. So, the sulky teen refusal to take a pic became whatever-it-is-that-makes-some-grown-men not like to have their pic taken. Had to sneak up on him arriving.

It's 6 am and you gotta give me a break, I been up all night (bit o insomnia) and I'm maybe feeling a little goofy meself, maybe a tad obnoxious, maybe I'll just stick to talkin bout the pix.

Princess Brittany and her Prince (I do remember his name but I'm afraid of copyright infringement. Okay I forgot it.) But he sure was cute standing next to my baby, wutn't he?

And here above us are some of my grandkids. To the very far left-hand side we see the elusive Jaden, son of Jeffrey, another rarely photographed species. God I still cannot believe I'm old enough to have a 6 year old grandson in kindergarten and everthang. JEEEZ. That's Tristan next to him, Jessilyn's son and oldest child. Then there is Molly, my nephew's only child. Matthew is one of one of my sister's kids, and we all live together on Wooley Hill - my Poppy had a lot of property, so my dad and mom, then me n my family and both my sisters and their families, well we just moved out of our rooms and into the backyards and sideyards and we just kept right a truckin, so our kids are more like siblings than cousins. Or, really close cousins. I'll get my sissies and their families and just ever dang one in here before too long. But way in the shadows in the back, in the yellow dress is my grandgirl, and Jeffrey's daughter, Angel. (And the chubby wittle hand is Kenzi. Couldn't just omit her wittle chubby hand, just did not feel right.)

Here they are again- I used so many of such a similar shot because of the lack of pix of Jaden - put every one I have on the 'puter in this blog here today, but there are more, and soon as my printer is fixed I'll be adding them. (Day I got the computer home, hooked up my all-in-one, and it managed to break while sitting still on the shelf. Gremlins, I'm sure. No, really.)

Here is Jaden attacking me. I'm bony, but I'm wiry. Like Grover.

This is either a self portrait of Angel, or Tristan took it. And this reminds me, it wasn't til I got 'em uploaded that I noticed nobody fixed these pix up yet, and everyone except Tristan has blue eyes, so of course we have a lotta red-eyed photos here. But they're blue in real life, as you can sorta see here, tho Angel's eyes are remarkably deep vivid blue, so much so they look violet in certain light or with certain clothes she wears.

And here is an example - red-eyed Kenzi with her grandfather, aka Papa, aka Papa Bear.

Angel.

Ms Britt

(I'm gettin sleepy now and ready to be finished. )

Tristan, Jessi's son, had been playing on the porch, or deck or whatever the ragged thing is, and when Jessi looked out to check on him, he'd grabbed a pillow out of the laundry by the front door, and he was sound asleep here.







Kenzi and Tristan have birthdays about 1 1/2 weeks apart, so Jessi had a little picnick party for the two of them for the family, at the park, and this is Kenzi's own private individual-sized smashing mess-making cake. This child is not shy, and this child is a dainty, pretty, petite little mean girl, and she would be standing in the middle of any other cake - any food for that - that she could get access to; yet when we gave this to her and told her to have at it, she looked at us like we had lost our minds. Barely touched it for 10 minutes. But she did eventually make the mess we wanted so desperately for cuteness sake.

The partial person in the back left-hand side is Papa, and that's gramma (aka me) with the gray sweater and pony tail, and next is my daughter-in-heart Jenny (Jeff's womern, Angel and Jaden's mommy), and then Angel, Britty, and I dunno the partial person next for certain but it may be my sister Amy.



Tristan muggin for the camera- out of order tho: there's actually a whole sequence and it began with the pic of Jessi muggin, and Tristan took the picture. Really not sure if she knew he was taking it or not. But he did an excellent job for a kid who was only 3 yrs and 2 days old.

This is my grandmother, who is exactly the same to me as another mama (as is truth with my daddy and poppy, who both passed away a couple of years ago within 6 months of each other and almost devastated us all). But me and all my friends and my kids, and their friends,and my own grandkids, all call her Mother, evidently cuz I couldn't get "grandmother" out of my mouth, and it caught on. Confused, and still confuses, lots of people when I forget how it sounds to others, and talk about "mama" and "mother" - usually takes 'em a while to decide whether I'm talking about one person or two. This was taken on March 22, and on the 24th she had her 80th birthday, and but for some arthritis in her hands and her ankles and feet, she is still going strong. On the phone, her voice, you'd think she was about 25 if you didn't know better.




Brittany and Kenzi at the beach, about a week or so before it snowed for the first time this year in West Tennessee. And a week after that we were wearing shorts again. Every year, everyone says they just cannot believe this weather, and I do too, but in fact this is the way it is in this part of the world. The only difference in my 42 years is that it used to snow here. We may get a few dustings, and a 3 inch snowfall is rare and a big deal and will empty out all the bread and milk (tho nobody actually stays home because of it- we are country folk after all. Well, except the schools. Seems today's teachers want snow days worse than the kids -Jaden has missed two days this year because a chance of snow was in the forecast, when all it did was rain a little. Seems they get 5 snow days they don't have to make up, and the teachers make sure they get those paid days off. Nobody, in any profession from McDonald's to the Governor,wants to do what they get paid to do anymore, and those very same people are the worst ones to demand and complain and expect royal treatment when THEY are the ones trying to buy a product or service. The world today, lawdy lawd.)





When Jaden is upset or sad, he has the absolute saddest most pitimous face in the world and it breaks my old heart. The problem here: didn't want me to take his picture.

When my son Jeffrey was 4 years old, he had a FIT when we started to sing Happy Birthday at his party. Covered his ears and screamed for us to stop. And nobody has sang it to him since. I'd never seen anything like it before, until: this child, definitely his father's son, did the same thing, but on his 3rd birthday, and will not allow us to sing it to him, and actually doesn't like anyone singing anything to him, nor around him unless you have perfect pitch and do a song he likes. Thinkin he may actually have perfect pitch and anything offkey at all actually hurts his ears - some inharmonious sounds hurt my ears (some of the singers that make a success of those ragged voices just astounds me -and i don't mean Britney and Madonna and their electronically perfected voices - I mean regular singers, country singers especially it seems lately, OH i will not rant. But that chick that sings that Johnny and June song - JEEBUS! The verses are fine - good, even. But the chorus makes me cry. I'm not jokin. It literally hurts my ears so badly I cannot bear it and do not understand how it ever sold anything. But I stray from my point...) Jaden's ears are MUCH MUCH more sensitive, the way he acts anyhow. I need to ask someone who knows about these matters...



Angel peeking out the window - these kids LOVE this little crappy expensive playhouse. I didn't think it was anything near worth its price, until I saw how crazy they are over it. Turns out , it was an excellent investment, and tho small and plain, its very durable. That's my consumer opinion for today, I guess.

Here's Kenzi. Hm. Crazier things have happened... what the hay - if anyone reads this who happens to live in my area and knows William Hart, have him look at these pix, especially Kenzi. William was a trusted friend of the family - close enough to come to Thanksgiving at Mother's house. When Jessi had Tristan 8 weeks prematurely, after being in the hospital on complete bedrest for a month trying to hold him in as long as possible, Tristan's dad was not there - he showed up once for about half an hour all told, and mostly to try to get Jessi back. Deadbeat dad to the extreme. Coty Hall is his name. But William was there, visited Jessi, went down to the preemie ward and saw Tristan. But he sorta dropped outta the picture when Jessi got pregnant with his baby. But it is her fault you see - he told me so. She was an experienced 18 year old girl, and he was a mere 33 year old, innocent man, and after all he was a good friend to me and my husband, and we practically told him to take her and do as he pleased when we knew she had a crush on him and didn't lock her up. After all, it could not be a believable thing that we didn't take the crush seriously, and that we trusted him, and the age difference, and the fact he knew what she'd been thru and her crush came from William being there, acting like he cared about her and Tristan when Coty did not, and also from her missing her own father who sorta lost his mind a bit after our divorce, and then became a good dad again, and then left the state and didn't even call for over 2 years. Silly of us. Cruel, actually, to do poor Willie that-a-way. So if you know him tell him we are so ashamed, and let him see his daughter which he claims is not his but won't take a paternity test for (DA around here ain't worth a shit), knowing the timing is right, knowing she was stuck home with baby Tristan and not running around, and had just broken up with her fiancee of 1 year 6 weeks before it happened, not to mention several people have told him Kenzi looks just like him. We're so sorry William, to have done a good friend as badly as we did you, and I just pray someone reads this and shows it to you, so you will know. And to hear him tell it, William is a good man, hurt by the way his friends before us have used him, and a tough man, a man's man, the type of man who would never run away from anything - won the local tough-man contest, he did. Out of about 200 bar fights and such, he won about 158 1/2 of them, and he's so modest, just like Clint Eastwood, he knows he's bad and doesn't have to brag. And a hurt soul too, cuz of his own parents and his childhood. How terrible can we be to such a good man. We should just rot over this.

OH NO, i hope he doesn't sue me for this - William already threatened to sue me for slander, til me, bitch that i am, told him you can't sue someone for slander unless it actually harms you financially or ruins your reputation, and his is already bad (thought he was misunderstood for a long time, we did - turns out he is misunderstood - NOBODY knew exactly how he IS),and that to be slander it has to be a LIE. And to just go on and sue, I'd love HIM to take ME and JESSILYN to court, for saying he's the father. That is all she or I said, and only then to two people because we didn't want it spread around. See what she's dealing with! Guilty guilty, she feels over what she did to him, or at least, that is his side of it all.

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And here are her beautiful children. Deserve so much more. Jessi and these two kids are the sweetest things, and jesus girls if any of you read this, don't be a fool over any man. There ARE good men, but not the bad boys, not the misunderstood boys, etc, and they DO NOT CHANGE. He has a kid he doesn't take care of? Won't take care of yours if you get preggers either. Been to jail? Will likely go back. Hit you or an ex (no matter how much that bitch "deserved" it) he will hit you to, and will never stop. And probably your kids. Out of school and won't keep a job? Don't expect anything beyond moving in and out of trailer parks. And no, he ain't different, neither are you, nor is your "love", you cannot save him, no this whatever is happening won't change him etc etc. And please, if you are fool enough to get with a man like that - or a woman like that to you good guys - don't bring an innocent child into it. Use birth control for the sake of some innocent soul, and for the entire world - there'd be a lot less suffering in it, of every kind, if we were all smart enough to know when to hold em and when to fold em, when to walk away and when to run...And yes, I do understand, I've been there, done that, got the shirt as the old saying goes, and seen many friends, family, my own kids, and people on Oprah, Dr Phil and Jerry Springer go thru it.

Oh such negativity, and on my first family blog, with all these gorgeous pix of my beautiful children. Enough. Sunny side of life n all



And here are the babies in their playhouse, surrounded by more love than many kids with a mom and dad get, but still one day the questions will come.

ENOUGH I SAID TO ME. k. happy faces.

Here's that snow I was talking about earlier. Lasted almost a whole day before it melted!

Jaden eating an Easter cuppycake

Kenzi at the beach a couple weeks before the aforementioned snow.

Kenzi and her oreo

and Tristanasauraus Rex in the wild jungle swings.

Miss Angel

This is Loki, who as it turns out was very appropriately named; ha ha instead of the god of mischief its the dog of mischief.

Kenzi Madison Lee

Hm, I have more of Jaden than I thunked I did.

Jeffrey and Jenny.



Christmas at (my) mama's, just a few of us, just me and Adam and Brittany and Jessilyn, Tristan, Kenzi, Jenny, Jeffrey, Jaden, Angel, Mama, Amy, Brandon, Angie, Frankie, Mallory n her bf Micheal, Matthew, Molly, Mother, and Derek in mama's modest living room trying to sort out who got what for whom





Jessilyn (aka Jet in case I call her that n you wonder who I mean) and Zee (Kenzi of course...well i couldn't call her "Ken" for shorts)

THE END, FOR NOW.....HA HA HA HA HE HE HE