What I'm Reading This Week #35
Howdy do and happy last Friday of August! I hope you had a good week and if your weather was like ours, it was FINALLY under 93 degrees. Don't get me wrong, I know sweater weather isn't here but it was nice to not have the AC working overtime (set to 76) starting at 11am every day! It was nice to not walk out to water the garden and walk into a wall of humidity so I will take what I can get. Speaking of which: With this 3" San Marzano , I shall be able to make enough sauce to cover 7.3 spaghetti noodles. 😒 Now let's get to: How to Stock Your Pantry for Quick & Easy Meals in Minutes (Ooh, I need to crockpot some black beans for some sweet potato black bean burritos.) What Happens to Your Body When You Start Lifting Weights After 50 (Stay strong, sharp, and independent—no matter when you start.) Ditching This Common Food Type Could Double Weight Loss, According To Scientists (It makes sense and I've started to cut back on them for ...
That is exactly why you don't like to barf. All kinds of trauma behind it.
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One of my first real vivid memories of Christmas was the first time I had to be in the Christmas Choir as a kid. You had to be in 4th grade as that was the age to be old enough to be trusted with such an important event. We got in our uniforms and started singing Oh Come All Ye Faithful along with the (at the time) Men's Choir as all of us marched into the church from outside and everyone inside was standing to face us and smiling the biggest happiest smiles I have ever seen a crowd of people have. The church organ ( a huge pipe organ) was in the balcony above us and I remember being told that as we make our way to the front of the church we would have to watch our timing because sounds moves at 1100 feet per second and by the time we got to the front we were far enough away as to see his hand movements before we would hear the organ for song changes. Just always stuck with me because the Choir director and organist was our science teacher too. Being up on the altar with all my classmates and my Dad (he was in the Men's choir as well) was like a rite of passage for me since my older brothers had already done that before. Christas Eve mass was very special because of all that. Months of preparation. A few practice runs before the big day and that night it all just went perfectly and I will never forget it. Being a part of something big like that for the first time in my life at that point was just great to experience at that age.
I don't remember the circumstances but there is a picture of me when I'm around 3 yrs old standing with my sister in front of the tree and I'm bawling my eyes out. It's just the most pitiful thing to see and all I could think was why would you take this right now??? If I can find it, I'll send it to you. My hair was a lot lighter when I was little so it's weird to see. I was a cute kid as a little tyke...what happened?! Bahahaha!!
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