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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Shopping Tip from Sandysgingham

Since Black Friday is just around the corner, and most will begin their Christmas shopping in earnest at that time, I wanted to offer a helpful tip.

Decorated Hand Towels make great stocking stuffers!

A great gift for casual friends and acquaintances as well as the perfect item for the gal with "everything." My decorated towels come in many colors with a wide variety of fabric trims; Shabby Chic pink, Polo Teddy Bear, Paris chic Eiffel Tower, Paisley, Gingham, Plaid and Toile.

Check them out when you have a chance and I'm sure one of my towel sets will be a perfect match for one of your dear friends!


Another Saturday night with U of A

If you live in Portland....or anywhere in the Pacific Northwest, I don't even want to hear it. I mean, it's only been 155 years that we've been trying to get into the Rose Bowl. Okay Okay, I exaggerate, but that's how it feels when you're in your sixties and you've been cheering for Arizona for 50 years or so.

It was a great game, edge-of-your-seat excitement, double overtime, we just didn't have enough to pull it out and win. And that's sad for the fans.

Congrats to the Ducks and good luck beating Oregon St on your way for a Rose Bowl bid.

We'll be back next year.


Saturday, November 14, 2009

Toasting Marshmallows

Hubby and I went to our son's house last night to watch the Arizona football game. He's the son with the biggest TV. I mean, we're talking football, so the size of the TV is the ultimate factor in where you go to watch the game. Arizona played like super-bowl stars last week so we're ready for some big time celebrating after they whip the California Bears this week.

Our ranking is at stake, not to mention a sought-after Rose Bowl appearance! So we sit on the edge of our seats as the first quarter plays out, not quite as jubilant about their talent after we see the Bears score first. Let's just say, our shouts are no longer warm and fuzzy.

A glowing fireplace sits alone in the back of the room, lit for the first time this fall, warming the air, nice and toasty. A cozy setting for a family gathering and a hot football game. Arizona...not so hot.

I'm in no hurry to return to the TV, wide-screen or not, this game is getting ugly. With a hot chocolate refill from the kitchen, I find a bag of marshmallows and a shish-kabob skewer and make path to the fire. I can't even remember the last time I toasted marshmallows. I mean, glass-top electric stoves just aren't conducive to toasting marshmallows. And a shish-kabob skewer isn't quite long enough either, unless you don't mind burning the fingers off one hand. We think alike, so my son says "wait" and I do as I'm told until he returns with a stick he cut from a tree in the back yard. Perfect!

It isn't long before my daughter-in-law sits beside me. Somehow, I don't think women feel good about giving the tongue lashing that's direly needed by a losing football team. To avoid the raucous around us, she made her own little raid on the kitchen. She balances a box of graham crackers, paper plates and semi-sweet chocolate chips. Oh my! I always knew I liked her.

Soon hubby joins the huddle, a hand held out for a paper plate and smores. A grandson, a son and another son join us. We share memories of past marshmallow nights over the years; spent at the lake, or in the woods, or around a gas stove in the kitchen, where the biggest challenge is to smoosh the most marshmallows on a single fork. I hadn't laughed so hard in years.

It was the best football "game-night" we've ever had! I'm not sure, but I think Arizona lost the game....