Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I'll Love You Forever, I'll Like You For Always...

as long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

I'll spare you the whole book this time (simply because I couldn't hold myself together enough to type the whole thing!)  Today is my sweet Austin Taylor Youngblood's 21st birthday, and yes...he is definitely still my baby.  I was given the book I'll Love You Forever when Austin was born.  I can remember thinking then about how time flies, but I truly had no idea.  It is unbelievable that this child is now 21...a legal adult...not that he has my permission to do anything crazy!

Throughout this sweet book, the Mom chases her child around through his growing-up years, and the author describes the many things the little boy gets into.  Wow the memories that brings to mind!  My own precious boy has had me scurrying after him literally since birth.  He drew black pumpkins all over the walls for his baby brother to enjoy at 2, "tee-teed" out the back door onto his grandfather at 3, made pb&j sandwiches with an entire loaf of bread and whole jars of jelly & peanut butter dripping from the ceiling in the middle of the night at 4, tossed a whole dozen eggs over the kitchen bar into the living room at 5, sprayed passing cars with a waterhose (giggling all the while) at 6...do I really need to go further?   But the real question is, "Would I go back and do it all over again?"  In a heartbeat (if we could skip a few of those teenage years!)

What a guy he has turned into though.  Somehow we managed to raise a thoughtful, generous, caring young man from that rambunctious boy!  I can't say that we honestly deserve very much credit as we were so young and naive and ignorant...growing up alongside him really.  For Mother's Day this year, he picked out the gifts himself (quite an accomplishment for a guy!)  We attended a concert at Northside Baptist one evening, and he quietly slipped out to the lobby during intermission to buy a Point of Grace cookbook for my mom - knowing how much she loves a good cookbook.  He bought me gift cards to be used at the High Museum in Atlanta (even one for parking!) - knowing how much I love to surround myself with the arts, but never would spend the money.  He's been known to slip a little money to his starving, college-student brother - even though the mean old parents had limited his funds.  Stray animals seem to search him out from every corner of the earth, and his soft heart must rescue each one...oh mercy!  This week's new stray is a baby duck...a real live quacking yellow duck.  He found him underneath a dumpster covered in mud and just couldn't resist...welcome to the family William III (or baby duck as I call him!)

What a blessing it is to know that some day (hopefully many years away) I can look forward to this precious boy helping to take care of me.  Happy Birthday Hauchin Tater Unblood!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

I have a confession...

I'm a tan-aholic - there - I said it!  Whew that's such a weight off my very brown chest.  It seems I just can't help myself.  Maybe it's like those folks who have that body dysmorphic disorder and only see themselves as hideously ugly...only I see myself as blindingly white.  Sadly, along with losing weight, it becomes harder to tan as you get older.  Maybe it's my skin's way of saying, "For the love of all that's good, haven't you dried out and wrinkled me enough already?"


I do finally realize it's time to take a day or two off the tan-cycle when my sweetest little student asked, "Mrs. Sherri, are you Mexican like me?"  (Note: she's never heard of politically correct and doesn't see the need to be called Hispanic.)  Yep, it's time to "step away from the tanning bed." as my sister would say, but really... it's the best sleep I get all day!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

These shoes are made for...dancing?

Oh beautiful, shiny, red patent shoes...how I love thee!  You were mine the very moment I saw you, and I've cherished you each day since.  Well...except for the first day when your stacked platform heel tripped me on the sidewalk at the post office.  But even the lady helping me up off the ground had to agree that you really are adorable.  You make me want to sing and dance each time I slip you on...except I can't sing...or dance...but even still, I tap you along to the music in my head.

Is it possible to have too many red patent shoes?  Andy says I only need 2 pair of shoes total - 1 pair of casual shoes, and one pair of what he calls Sunday shoes!  He even has a name for many of my shoes...he calls them the 3rd Row Shoes.  This title means that I purchased the shoes, tossed them into the third row of seats in my Tahoe, and brought them out later so I could say, "What?  New?  These shoes?  No, I've had them a while now!"  Oh to have a husband that never notices anything new!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Out of the Mouths of Babes

For most of the school year, I teach 4th, 5th, and 6th grade art in 3 different public schools.  The last 9 weeks of each year, however, I travel to a small community school that has Kindergarten through 6th grade.  It is an extreme culture shock for me...truly!  I still like to dream and believe that I am a young, energetic teacher, but these young children take that dreamy look right out of my eyes and stomp it to pieces!  Bending over and stooping down, wiping noses, and checking wiggly teeth becomes a regular part of my day.  And Oh! the stories they tell, each one bigger and more outlandish than the last.  If I had known how much a kindergartner tells their teacher, I probably would have much more careful with my words and actions when my boys were young.  I now need to apologize publicly to Mrs. Sumner and Mrs. Funk for anything you may have heard from Austin and Ches!

These kids are so adorable, and I sometimes feel like a rock star.  I walk down the halls and into the cafeteria and hear their whispers turn into chants.  "Miss Sherri is here...The art lady is here...HEY Miss Sherri...HEY MISS SHERRI!"  You've gotta love them, unless you're the teacher on duty in said cafeteria.

This will probably be the last year I work with this age group.  Our school system is realigning the grades, and I will be teaching at an all 6th grade school next year.  I've long wanted to teach at just one school rather than four, but it will be sad to leave these little ones behind.  Just imagine what they will be like when they're 6 years older and on the cusp of the teen years.  I don't think I can place bubble paint and straws in front of them then and get these same reactions!  What fun they are...

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Open letter to Couch to 5K...

Dear C2 5K,

  I've missed you, and so have my thighs and calves.

I lied...my thighs and calves have taken this break and run with it (not literally of course!)  They've celebrated like there was no tomorrow.  The truth is, you make me feel old...and tired...and sore in places I never knew I had.  Heck, you make my 20-something year old friends feel old!  They now have bunions and bursitis thanks to you...didn't Aunt Bee have those on Andy Griffith?

  But really, I've missed you.

It's all Dr. Bowman's fault.  He said, "Sherri, no more running the rest of this week or next week until you can breathe easier and the pollen count is lower."  Who knew this would be the 2 weeks in which you would accelerate from little 5 minute jogs to 20 minute marathons?  Sadly, you left me behind.

  Even so, I missed you.

I have a plan for us to meet again...it's all right here on my iPod.  This time we'll go at my pace...okay?  We'll be best friends again...just let me finish this last piece of Toll House Pie!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Trip to the artsy-fartsy side...

Every now and then I have to get a little culture and this certainly means a road trip away from Tifton.  Even if I hadn't felt the need for an art-fix, my sister Delecta's birthday required us to travel to her home in Greenville, SC.  "Required?" you say?  By all means...a must.  We received a multitude of photos, texts, and voice messages from Marli Claire (Delecta's daughter) begging us to come see her.  Yes, Marli is only 2 and couldn't possibly have instigated these bribes.  Delecta is quite persuasive when her birthday and celebrations are involved! I won't complain...I was thrilled to see Marli AND a Dr. Seuss art exhibit.  What a weekend!  Here are a few photos from the beautiful downtown area of Greenville:



After a delightfully warm afternoon in the park, we made the necessary stop at Luna Rosa, a scrumptious gelato shop.  Obviously Marli Claire enjoyed it very much!


  
This sign immediately caught my eye as we searched for a parking spot (almost an impossible find in downtown on a Sunday afternoon!)  Thankfully, Andy the chauffer agreed to stop for a quick peek in The Midtown Artery gallery.  Dr. Seuss was quite an accomplished sculptor and watercolorist in addition to his whimsical illustrations.  It was a joy to get to see some of his work up close and personal.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

We have a winner...I mean winners!

The voting was oh so very close and right down to the wire with an extra couple coming in a little late, but we'll excuse them since they are all the way in Africa! I'm pleased to announce that we have a tie: Hippity Hop Hip Hop (by Andy Youngblood) and A Spring Fling (by Delecta Rollins) both received an equal number of votes with all others following close behind. What do they win? Bragging Rights for one whole year...and for those two contestants, nothing could be more valuable! Delecta will have the video commentary and behind-the-scenes footage on her blog a bit later, so I'll share just a few quick snapshots as the competition was really heating up the kitchen. Already plans are being made for next year's cakes...

Andy in full creative mode
(Hippity Hop Hip Hop)

Ashli still smiling at this point
(On The Wings of Love)

Amanda takes her work seriously!
(Spongebunny)

Delecta can talk and work fondant
at the same time...multi-tasking!
(The Spring Fling)


Austin making just the right color
(Beautiful Disaster)

Ches working out his own pattern
(Squidbillies)


Matthew needed complete concentration for this task
(Yes We Can!)

Thank you Nunna for the cakes and frosting!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Morrison Kitchen Cakes Challenge 2010 - Vote Now!

I had the very distinct honor of being one of three judges in a prestigious cake decorating competition over the weekend( and yes, Dr. Bowman, I was completely resting while doing the judging!)  Well maybe it wasn't really quite so prestigious...okay it was just our family Easter cake decorating competition, but let me tell you...it's serious business! We are a very competitive family, and we have been known to turn anything into a battle for supremacy:  hula hoop-ing, singing, the chicken dance, water ballet (don't even ask!)  As an artist, I was automatically excluded from competing, as was my mom, the baker of all the base cakes.  Each member of the competition selected the size and number of cakes needed for their designs, and then the fun really kicked in.

Although we had our in-house judging earlier, we now need your help in deciding the ultimate victor.  Please select your favorite from the videos below based on three criteria:  creativity, theme, and difficulty.  Leave a comment with your choice below before Monday, April 5th, at 11:59 pm. Thanks for your help!

We'll be sure to announce the winner here on Tuesday, and you'll be able to see lots of behind the scenes action and interviews Food Network Cake Challenge style! Stay tuned...













Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Oh! The Places You'll Go

Sorry in advance for the length of this post, but quite frankly, I just couldn't bear to leave any of it out!  When the boys were growing up, Andy was simply the very best arm-chair-reader in the world.  He read to them every day, and their favorite was always anything by Dr. Seuss (especially One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.)  One of my favorites has always been Oh the Places You'll Go.  Dr. Seuss was just so blatantly honest in this story that transcends time into adulthood.  I've never been one of those moms that tells or even believes my children are perfect.  Don't get me wrong...they have always been pretty darn close, but they have made mistakes as all children do.  Then comes the day they leave the nest, and you have to trust that you've taught them well enough to not only survive but flourish in this great big world.  I had such a proud moment the other day when I was looking through some photos online and saw Ches serving during his Sunday afternoon outreach at a homeless shelter in Atlanta.  So humor this proud mama's heart and sneak a peek at the photos:

After seeing the photos, it just brought Oh! The Places You'll Go to my mind...not only for my own boys, but for those that have ended up there in that shelter.  Could their mamas have ever even imagined that their beloved child would become homeless?  Did these people ever really have a mama's love? Surely some of them did.  Doesn't it make you want to hold onto your family just a little harder and longer?  

Before I sound too proud, do let me share this other precious picture I saw on the same day...this must have come from Andy's gene pool!  One day this child could could very well be leading your church youth group or music ministry!


Now I'll leave you with Oh! The Places You'll Go in its entirety for those not too tired of reading yet!  Oh and coming soon...my other proud mama moment to share pics of Austin!

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Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
by the incomparable Dr. Seuss

Congratulations!  Today is your day.  You’re off to Great Places!  You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.  You have feet in your shoes.  You can steer yourself any direction you choose.  You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.  You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.  Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.  And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!  You’ll be on your way up!  You’ll be seeing great sights!  You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.  You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. 

Except when you don’t. 

Because, sometimes, you won’t.  I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.  You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.  You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.  And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.  You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.  You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.  Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!  Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. 

Except when they don’t.

Because, sometimes, they won’t.  I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.  And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.  But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?  Yes! You will, indeed!  (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

On top of Spaghetti...

Did you ever sing the song On Top of Spaghetti when you were a child? Andy had never heard this famous tune, so I entertained him as I was cooking. I could only remember the first 2 lines, but technology is truly amazing...I googled it...and low and behold found the lyrics here http://bussongs.com/songs/on_top_of_spaghetti.php. (Just in case you're sentimental enough to need a refresher!) Anyway, we were on this subject during dinner tonight because I've begun making meatballs with spaghetti after 22 1/2 years of marriage. Andy loves them! They're certainly more of a pain to make than my usual spaghetti with meat sauce, but hey, it's worth it to make such a crowd-pleaser.
Spaghetti with Meatballs
1/4 c vegetable oil
1/2 c chopped onion
1 clove garlic, minced
3 1/2 c (28 oz can) tomato puree
1 c water
2/3 c (6 oz can) tomato paste
1 t salt
1 t italian seasoning
1 lb spaghetti
Meatballs:

1 1/2 lbs ground beef
1/3 c bread crumbs
1/3 c grated Parmesan cheese
2 eggs
1 1/2 t garlic powder
1/4 t pepper
1/2 t salt

Combine meatball ingredients and roll into approx. 24 meatballs. Brown in a large skillet over med/high heat. Pour off excess fat. Add onion and garlic; saute 2 to 3 minutes. Add tomato puree, water, tomato paste, salt, and italian seasoning; simmer 20-25 minutes. Serve over prepared spaghetti.


A little short on time? My option number 2 is equally as delicious...just omit the first 8 ingredients and substitute with this:

As I said earlier, Andy really likes this dish! He wants me to let you know that he didn't actually eat everything on the plate...but it was close!



Tuesday, March 2, 2010

60 is greater than 90 (Forget what you learned in math!)


So this week I received an email from a colleague inviting me to attend a Couch to 5K introductory group. As I definitely need to lose major weight and certainly need to get in shape, I decided to read up on this program. It states that this is for people that have become frustrated with running in the past due to overexerting themselves at the beginning. After my investigation, I felt that this seemed like the perfect plan. You start out Week 1 with a 5 minute warm-up walk, then run for 60 seconds and walk for the next 90 seconds for a total of 20 minutes. Sounds easy enough, right? What in this world was I thinking?



Even worse, I immediately emailed about 10 of my buddies insisting they join me in my quest for fitness. Who knew they would all show up? So as not to be too terribly embarrassed, I told Andy that I should probably practice on Sunday to hopefully avoid making a fool of myself in front of people on Monday. We started the 5 minute warm-up on the path around our pond, and my current level of fitness drug me down like a load of weights! I could barely get through the warm-up! Andy, my darling cheerleader, convinced me that I could do this...don't let it beat you. He checked his watch, gave the signal, and off I ran...looked back over my shoulder, yelled for him to check the time, and realized I still have 30 seconds to go! Finally the 90 seconds of walking I had been waiting for arrived - and passed in a blur. He gave the signal to run, and off I loped, then bent forward gasping for air. I've never been so proud to have asthma in my life! We had to turn for home to get the inhaler, and I decided that was enough of a trial.



Monday, 5:30 pm - the day of reconing had slipped up on me. I toyed with the idea of skipping out, but I do have the dearest friends that call to check up on me...and oh how encouraging they are! (You must read that sentence with a sarcastic tone of voice.) I arrived at the track and immediately notice the darling hot pink shirts worn by some of the group, and then begin to wonder how I was left out on the t-shirt order. I mean if you're gonna do this, do it up right...right? One of the ladies turned to the back, and that's when I knew I must have one. There, plastered across the back of her shirt, was a yellow caution sign that read, "CAUTION - Fat Chick Running." My shirt should be here next week


The cutesie little leader (she really is adorable) assured me that this program is indeed for those literally on the couch...she lied. We started the 5 minute warm-up walk, and I really did much better than my practice the day before. I was pumped! I did notice, however, that although I had started in the middle of the pack, I was fading a bit to the back after this initial 5 minutes. The whistle blew, and off we went. I made it...60 whole seconds! Then the 90 second walk was over all together too fast and that cussed whistle blew once again. Off we went jogging yet again, albeit at a much slower pace. Never in my life has 60 seconds seemed quite so long and 90 seconds rush past at the speed of light! I know they teach us that 90 is greater than 60 in grade school math, but I'm here to inform you it simply is not true! At one point, I glanced back at my one sweet friend that had not blown past leaving me in the dust. She was furiously pumping her arms and pretending to jog. I LOVE this girl! Being the quick learner that I am (yeah right!) I picked up on her strategy for the remainder of our 20 minutes. Several of my "friends" lapped me 2 or 3 times around the track...due to the delirium I lost count. At one point I asked one of them exactly how many times we were supposed to do this stupid run/walk sequence in a 20 minute time period (I never was the best at math.) They must have thought I was saying it for the comedic relief because they simply laughed and prissed on by. Finally, someone says this is the last run for the day then a 5 minute cool-down walk to finish it up. I immediately looked to see how far I was to the end of the track, because God forbid I end up 1/4 of the way back around the track at the end of that cool-down and have to finish the lap to get to my car!





Today, I'm fine...really I am! I have shin splints running up and down the front of my legs, I feel like I've been riding a horse 2 days straight, and to top it all off I can barely move my head and neck. I didn't even use those parts for running, but apparently it was too great an effort to even hold them up during this fiasco! Oh well, back at again Wednesday...Lord I do love Tuesdays!

Monday, February 8, 2010

DIY Dish

You all have to check out the brand new http://www.diydish.com/! Kris & Kim from my all-time most visited site http://www.youcanmakethis.com/ are starting a great new website for crafters like me. As an introduction to this new venture, they are hosting a most incredible give-away...not one, but two Janome machines! Be sure to drop by the site and leave a comment soon!