I Don't Want Any D*** Donuts!

I hope everyone's having a great week! I have another funny story about Gma to share.

After being in the hospital for a month, my gma was finally moved back to the nursing home to finish up physical therapy after suffering a broken hip and ribs. I make two trips (and sometimes more) a day checking on her.

For those of you that didn't know my gma when she was at her best, she is a tiny but sassy little thing. She's 4'8" tall and as of yesterday she weighs all of 96.7 pounds with all her clothes on. She's always acted like a lady and preached it to me daily when I lived at home, which is why I get so tickled when she talks the way she does sometimes. I don't think I ever heard her curse or raise her voice when I was growing up. My sister says she would spank her sometimes but I never knew that side of her.

A day in the life of Gma.....

Saturday I spent most all day with Gma and she was in good spirits. I wheeled her around the nursing home and she even sat outside on the patio for a while. When we got back to her room, her aid was waiting with a smile to help her back to bed. Gma gets up from the wheelchair to show off that she could take a few steps. With every step she takes, she expels gas. I know that's a terrible thing to say but oh my was it funny!! We wouldn't have even realized what she was doing but she says "Every time I take a step I fart!" She goes on to say "Oh no! I didn't mean that. What I meant was every time I take a step I poot. Men fart and ladies poot. I'm a lady so I'm pooting!"  The aid and I almost make her fall because we are doubled over laughing. How Gma said all that with a straight face is beyond anything I can comprehend. After I got my composure back, I remind her that ladies don't talk about things like that. She politely tells me that she's a lady. I tell her that evidently she's forgotten her manners. She replies in her most lady like voice "I haven't forgotten them. I just don't want to use them." There's not much you can say to that so, I went home shaking my head and thinking to myself - Bless your heart!

Thankfully Sunday was quiet in the world of Gma.

Yesterday after work, I took her a peanut butter cupcake I had made. She gobbled it up fairly quickly. She didn't leave a crumb. When I got ready to leave, I asked her if she wanted me to bring her another cupcake in the morning. She said "I don't want any d*** donuts! I said Ok, but do you want another cupcake? No, I told you I don't want any d*** donuts! The nurse came in to give Gma her night medication and Gma wants to know what pill she's giving her. The nurse tells her that it's her cholesterol pill. She takes it and tells me that she's not taking THAT dementia medicine any more because it makes her crazy! I try to hold back my laughter but I couldn't! She goes on to tell me that the dementia medicine she took that morning has made her crazy all day, and that there's nothing wrong with her mind, and she doesn't need medicine like that. At this point, I've gotten my laughter and snorting almost under control, when she tells me for the third time "I don't want any d*** donuts but you can bring me another cupcake." I tell her that I'll bring her another but my evil side really wants to bring her a donut just to see what she'll do with it.  

Before I left, I told her that I hoped she would behave herself to which she said "My daddy taught me how to behave. I just don't want to and I'm grown so I don't have to." And to that, I had no words!

I hope everyone has a great rest of the week! I know I will...I'm leaving tomorrow to visit Baby Chef for the first time at her new home! I can't wait to share my visit with everyone : )

Busy Weekend and Week Ahead

I hope everyone has had a great week! For me, it's been a long one! The air at my office has been on the blink and today the repairman came to put in a new unit. Unfortunately, it was 85 degrees in the office UGH!! By  the end of the day, I was very thankful I do not have to work outside!

I'm looking forward to the weekend. I get to spend Sunday with EG's Daddy, EG's Mommie, and of course, EG. I can't wait! According to EG's Daddy, Grana is my grandma name. I don't care what EG calls me, and I suppose that's a good thing because last week she started calling me Ga. It's the absolute most precious sound I've ever heard other than when my kids said mamma for the first time.

The other thing I'm looking forward to is Wednesday I fly to see Baby Chef. It's also her birthday. I  pray the hurricane doesn't get in my way because I might become evil! I haven't seen Baby Chef in two months and I don't think I can stand being away from her much longer! She has made lots of plans for us and hopefully we'll get to do everything she wants. She's planned a birthday party "Breakfast at Tiffany's" style so I can meet her new friends. I'll post pictures and details after the party next Saturday.

I wanted to share a recipe I got from Baby Chef for Hash Brown Casserole. It's easy and it tastes wonderful!

Hash Brown Casserole

1 cup of diced onion

1 stick of butter, thinly sliced

8 ounces of sour cream

8 ounces (or more)shredded sharp cheddar cheese

1 can Cream of Chicken soup

2 lbs. frozen hash browns, thawed

1/2 to 1 cup crushed Corn Flakes

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Stir together well, onion, butter, sour cream, cheese, and soup. Add the hash browns and mix well. Top with crushed corn flakes and bake until golden brown and bubbly.

Farmer Boo - The Life Saver

I hope everyone had a great weekend! I started mine out by celebrating Farmer Boo's 21st birthday. Farmer Boo wanted to go to the casino - not to gamble but to flash his new "I'm 21 ID." We took him and a few of his friends to eat dinner at Paula Deen's and I admit I'm not a fan. The food wasn't great and for the price it should have been. You get lots of choices and I'll give it an "A" but I give it a "D" for flavor. The best part of the birthday dinner was visiting with Papaw, Granny Debs, Shirley Q, Uncle D, Aunt T, Lou Lou, and of course, Farmer Boo, B, and Spranger. It would have been perfect if Baby Chef, Army Guy, EG's Daddy, EG's Mommie, and EG could have been there.

I mentioned in my last post a few things about Farmer Boo and thought I would elaborate on what happened to us on a Saturday night in September 1997.

Farmer Boo just turned 7. He was a precious and very precocious little boy with huge blue eyes and long eyelashes. It was really hard to get upset with him - even when he needed to be disciplined, because he would look up at you with those eyes and your heart would melt. You have it right  - I have a little charmer on my hands. He was also scary....you never knew what was going to come out of his mouth. His commentary on whatever subject came to mind could range from hilarious to crawl-in-a-hole embarrassing.

Farmer Boo and his John Deere cake

B, Farmer Boo, Lou Lou, Spranger

Now for the story...which is a true account of events that happened. Names have been withheld to protect the innocent...In the late afternoon, the exact date in September I can't remember, my family and I went to some friends' house to celebrate their son's 18th birthday. The kids were playing outside when Farmer Boo began to have an asthma attack. Of course, it's the one time I don't have an inhaler or a breathing machine with me, which is strange, because Farmer Boo has severe asthma, and we didn't go any where without one or both of those items. Farmer Boo and I left the party and head for home. We take the "back way" home which is down a gravel road. It had rained pretty heavily a few days before which made the gravel soft. I was going about 35 (the speed limit), when I noticed another car coming towards us and I moved over to make room for us to pass each other.  The next thing I knew the vehicle I was driving was spinning around facing the direction we just came from. Everything happened so fast...before I realized it, the truck had flipped over on its side (my side) and I was under water.  I reached for my seat belt but couldn't get it unfastened. My heart began to pound and all I could think about was I had to get out so I could get to Farmer Boo. I tried and tried but I couldn't get the seat belt to unfasten. I couldn't breath and I began to see a white haze. I didn't panic but I knew that it was probably the end until I felt a little hand grabbing my arm and tugging at the seat belt. I could hear a voice but I couldn't understand what it was saying. The next thing I knew I was being pulled to the surface and I could finally understand the voice I was hearing. It was Farmer Boo. A little boy of barely 7, had unfastened my seat belt and pulled me out of the water. I was a little confused at first. I didn't think I would ever stop coughing. There he was with those eyes looking at me and asking me if I was ok and telling me we had to get out of here FAST 'cause there's snakes everywhere! Somehow we got out of the truck. I did a quick assessment to make sure Farmer Boo was ok. Much to my surprise, he didn't have a scratch on him and his asthma attack was over. Unfortunately, I had a broken finger and occipital (the bones around your  eye), and about a hundred cuts all over my face and arms because of broken glass. Farmer Boo and I were about a half of a mile from home, which seemed like 10 miles because we were soaking wet and it was almost dark.

We began to walk when a car stopped. It was an older couple and though I would NEVER take a ride from a stranger under normal circumstances...this was not a normal circumstance. They were the sweetest people and they took us right to our house. It was then we realized we had another problem....no keys. Farmer Boo to the rescue again. He somehow was able to get into a window and unlock the door. Farmer Boo's daddy made it home not long after that and took both of us to the hospital.

I remember the night Farmer Boo saved my life as if it happened yesterday. Neither of us talk about it very often. It still amazes me how God protected him and kept him calm. He never shed a tear. I recall thanking  Farmer Boo the next day and telling him how proud I was that he was a quick thinker. He responded with "Mom, I already know I'm smart you don't have to tell me and if I were driving it never would have happened!"

Farmer Boo's "Birthday" Story

On Sunday, August 19, 1990 at 12:05 p.m., I was blessed with my second son, Farmer Boo. It was also the day my oldest, EG's Daddy, turned 28 months old. I confess it was much harder to go from 1 child to 2 than it was from 2 children to 3. People always ask why? I think it was because Farmer Boo had a tough time for the first 3 years of his life and thank God when Baby Chef came along when he was 2 years and 11 days old, she was a very easy baby.

Since my children were old enough to understand, I've told them their "birthday" story. Even though they are grown now, they still ask me to tell them and Farmer Boo's goes something like this:

From the time I was about 6 months pregnant, I starting having a lot of problems. I was in the hospital a week and then home for a week because of kidney failure which would cause me to have contractions. The week before Farmer Boo was born was the week I was in the hospital. I was discharged on Saturday afternoon with the same instructions as always - complete bedrest. Before I left the hospital, I asked the doctor could I please get a hair cut before I went home to which she agreed. I'm a happy camper at this point!

Flash forward to Sunday, August 19th at 4 a.m. - - I wake up because I thought I wet the bed! I guess that's a horrible thing to write in a blog but that's what I thought! I stand up and realize that my water broke. I call for Farmer Boo's dad and he comes running. I'm terrified at this point because Farmer Boo is not due until October 6th. I call my sister to come stay with EG's Daddy and off to the hospital we go. Farmer Boo's dad is hiliarious...he asks can he run in the hospital like they do in movies and scream "MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY?" All I could do was laugh! We make it to the hospital (thankfully I'm not having contractions), get checked in and rushed to labor and delivery ICU (not a fun place). My doctor doesn't come in until somewhere between 10 and 10:30 and tells us that it will probably be the next day before we have a baby since I had not dilated at all. Unfortunately, about 30 minutes after the doctor left, pure and utter chaos broke loose in labor and deliver ICU. I started having contractions so bad that I felt like the girl in the movie

Poltergeist. It was so bad I ripped the buttons off Farmer Boo's dad's shirt. He runs out to get the nurse (a prissy little thing) who tells me to calm down there's no way you can be in THAT much pain, the doctor just checked you and you were not even dilated. Much to my surprise and to her surprise, Farmer Boo's dad grabs her by the neck and advises her that the baby is coming NOW! She gets a quick look and screams for the doctor, who thankfully was in the next room. The doctor comes in and has some of the same attitude the nurse had until Farmer Boo's dad grabs her and tells her in a scary voice that if she doesn't do something he will take the stone she has on her forehead (she's from India) and shove it up her you-know-what. If I wasn't in so much pain, I probably would have kicked them all out of my room! I was only in labor for a little over an hour and Farmer Boo was born at 12:05 p.m.

I can still remember it like it was yesterday! When Farmer Boo was delivered and the pain subsided somewhat, I listened for the cry and there was none. I began to panic and look around the room for him and I couldn't find him anywhere. As quickly as he came into the world, they wisked him away to the NICU. Farmer Boo weighed in at 7 pounds 13 ounces and for as big as he was considering he was 6 weeks early, his lungs weren't ready for the world. He spent a month in the hospital so his lungs could catch up with the rest of his body. It was the longest and possibly the hardest month of my life. Words can't describe how helpless you feel as a mother when you leave your child in the hospital and how grateful you are to the doctors and nurses that have the knowledge to take care of him.

When Farmer Boo was released from the hospital, I was ecstatic, even though he came with a machine for this and a machine for that. I don't think he slept all night until he was 3 and he saved my life when he was 7 (I'll tell that story another day). He was easy to raise....except when he begged for a tattoo and nearly drove me insane (that too is a story for another day). I couldn't ask for any of my children to be any better than they have been and I thank God everyday for blessing me with such great kids.

Happy 21st Birthday Farmer Boo!

Hopefully Farmer Boo will never know I posted this picture!

Duck hunting - one of Farmer Boo's favorite hobbies

Yep...he's sleeping....again!

All dressed up for Prom 2008!

Farmer Boo...the proud uncle

Farmer Boo's first day of his senior year

Farmer Boo dancing with E at Baby Chef's wedding

Blogging and Pinterest...Oh My!

Baby Chef has done it again! First, she introduced me to blogging...now it's Pinterest! It's not like I don't have a million other things to do GAH!!!! In case you're not familiar with Pinterest, it's similar to blogging but with pictures. Unfortunately for me, it's become a small obsession and for the past few nights I've sat up looking at "boards" along with reading blogs. Needless to say, I've been fueling myself with caffeine to stay awake at work. Which leads to another problem....caffeine does not to my body good! I act like a kid with an overdose of sugar or worse! I'm all over the place and I literally can't stop talking! I mean it makes me talk more than my average (which is alot). Tonight there will be no more blogging or Pinterest for me! I have to be rested up for tomorrow because Farmer Boo turns 21!!!!

This cake is absolutely wonderful and it's Gma's favorite! I hope you enjoy!

BOHEMIAN COFFEE CAKE

1 c. oil

1 c. brown sugar

1 c. white sugar

1 c. buttermilk

1 c. coconut

1 c. chopped pecans

2 eggs

2½ c. self rising flour

1 tsp. cinnamon

1 tsp. nutmeg

1 tsp. vanilla

Mix all ingredients. Bake in a 10” tube pan at 350° for 45 – 50 minutes. Ice when cool.

Icing:

8 oz. cream cheese, softened

1 lb. box powdered sugar

1 c. chopped pecans

½ stick butter

2 tsp. vanilla

Mix, cheese, butter and sugar. Add pecans and vanilla and spread on cake when cool.

Nacho Bake

1 pkg. Velveeta Shells and Cheese Dinner
1 lb. ground beef
1 pkg. taco seasoning
3/4 c. water
3/4 c. sour cream
8 oz. shredded cheddar cheese, divided
3/4 c. salsa (I use a little more than what the recipe calls for)
1/2 c. coarsely crushed tortilla chips
Preheat oven to 400. Prepare mac and cheese according to directions. While mac and cheese is cooking, brown grown beef and drain. Add taco seasoning mix and water to the meat; simmer for 5 min. Stir sour cream into prepared mac and cheese. Spoon half of the mac and cheese into 8" square baking dish. Top with layer of meat mixture, then half of shredded cheese, then remaining mac and cheese. Cover with foil and bake for 15 minutes. Remove from oven and top with salsa, remaining cheese, and crushed tortillas. Bake uncovered for 5 minutes. Makes 6 servings.

You'll probably want to double cause it's YUMMY!!

No More School Supplies and All Grown Up!

Watching everyone scurry around buying school supplies this weekend made me realize that for the first time in 19 years, I did not have a child in regular school. I felt like I ran into a brick wall. Where did the time go? How could my children have grown up so fast? Then I thought about how thankful I was that I wasn't running around everywhere trying to find items on the long supply lists. Buying school supplies is something I always dreaded when my children were in school. I mean...what in the world were some of these teachers thinking? Apparently they didn't have to go out and try to find supplies when every other mother in the city was doing the same thing. It was always a nightmare!

However, the beginning of  new school year always made me sad because it meant that my children were one year closer to growing up...going to college...and leaving home. I'll admit that when EG's daddy left for college, I had separation anxiety in the worst way. I was a basket case. I don't know how Farmer Boo and Baby Chef survived. I'm sure they thought I was crazy and probably counted the days until they could leave. When the day came for Farmer Boo to go to college, EG's Daddy enlisted in the Army and was in basic training in Georgia. I was beginning to think my children were deliberately trying to drive me crazy! I had them at home all these years and they were all leaving, what was I supposed to do with myself? Before Baby Chef left home about two months ago, I thought, they will all be gone and now what will I do?

My friends whose children have grown up and moved on say I'll be fine. I'm sure in time I will.  I've heard parents say that they can't wait until their children grow up because they won't have to worry what their kids are doing or what kind of trouble they're getting into. I could have waited forever because it doesn't get easier...you just have a completely new set of worries!

That which does not kill us, makes us stronger. Clairee Belcher

Gma and the Candy Bar in the Yellow Paper

I had to go to a care plan meeting for Gma at the hospital this morning. Who would have thought something like that could be entertaining? First thing, Gma calls and says she wants a candy bar in the yellow paper that tastes like peanut butter. It takes a few minutes, but I finally realize she wants a butterfinger. I stop by Target to pick up a few things for her along with a candy bar in the yellow paper. Make it to the hospital just in time for the meeting to start. The case manager, a very nice lady with a lot of patience, begins to ask me a multitude of questions. I answer as best I can - not that the questions are difficult - it's hard to talk over Gma, who's in the background asking her own questions and who's totally oblivious as to what's going on in the room.

Nice Lady: What are your plans upon discharge?
Gma: Where's my jewelry? Is my jewelry at home?
Me: To finish physical therapy rehab.
Nice Lady: The plan is for Gma to remain here at least 4 to 5 more weeks for wound care and antibiotics
Gma: I need my tweezers, the hairs on my chin are getting long.
At this point I'm about to wet my pants because I'm trying not to laugh. I think Nice Lady is having the same problem but she keeps a straight face better than I do
Me: That sounds great! I'll be out of town from August 31st til September 4th
Nice Lady: That won't be a problem. We won't release her until you get back and she may not be ready then
Gma: You don't need to go out of town! You need to stay here! Do I have too much lipstick on? I don't want to look like a dime store flusey (I don't even know how to spell that one but I definitely know what she's talking about) What does my hair look like? D*** if I don't need to go to the beauty shop. (My gma has taken up the habit of using foul language since she's been sick. It's embarrassing but quite funny too)
Nice Lady: You'll be fine while she's gone. We'll take good care of you
Gma: I want one of those candy bars in the yellow paper. But if I eat this I won't be able to eat my roll at dinner.
I give Gma 2 candy bars in yellow paper and Nice Lady and I finish up our business.

After Nice Lady leaves, I remind Gma that we need to call her sister and give her some telephone numbers she asked for. Gma makes the call and it goes something like this:
The phone rings and rings and goes to voice mail....
PeMa this is your sister! CALL ME IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!!
She hangs up and I ask her why in the world would you leave a message like that? It is not an emergency!
Gma says Well, yes it is! If she calls back after you leave, I won't be able to see to give her the numbers she wants.
All I could do is shake my head and smile.
PeMa did call back and when I left, Gma was happily eating her candy bars in the yellow paper. I also decided I might need to see a doctor myself...possibly several...one for insanity and one for high blood pressure.
Grandmothers are wonderful! Mine took care of me all my life and I'm paying her back by taking care of her now. However, I'm having serious doubts that I'm giving her as much as she gave me. She's a precious lady and she keeps me on my toes in one way or another every day.

 "I love ya more than my luggage." Clairee Belcher
 

Great Ending to a Regular Day

My day started just like any other day...get ready for work, go to work...run by the grocery store...blah, blah, blah. Talk to Baby Chef on the way home and have an inspiration!!

I'm going to visit Baby Chef at the end of the month for her birthday. It will be my first visit and I'm so excited! I can't wait to see her new home and meet her new friends. Well, anyway, Baby Chef will be alone for about six weeks and I admit, I'm a little worried about her being by herself. Here's where my inspiration came into play...while we were talking, I made the suggestion that she come back home with me and she agreed! She's only staying about a week but I'll take whatever face time I can get!

I hate to wish the month away but I sure can't wait for August 31st!

"Smile! It increases your face value." --Truvy

Day 10 - Recipe and a picture of something that makes me very happy

CHICKEN AND RICE CASSEROLE

1 can each of cream of mushroom, cream of celery and cream of chicken soups

1 cup rice

4 chicken breasts

few slivers of butter

Mix rice with the soups. Spray bottom of casserole dish with cooking spray and place in dish. Top with the rice/soup mixture and dabble the top with butter. Cover and bake at 350° for 1 hour.

For me Days 9 and 10 go together.  My children and my precious little granddaughter, EG, make me very happy!

EG and me at "the wedding"

Farmer Boo, EG, and EG's Daddy

Baby Chef and EG


"Would it be too much to ask for a little excitement, not too much I wouldn't want you to break a sweat or anything." Shelby Eatenton Latcherie



Day 9 - Recipe and something I'm proud of

Nancy, you are going to be really upset with me for this one! You'll be addicted after just one bite! My kids ask for this for their birthdays every year.

Heath Bar Cake

German Chocolate cake mix, prepared and baked according to package directions in 13 x 9 cake pan

2 cans of eagle brand milk - I use fat free so I don't feel so guilty

1 large bottle of caramel ice cream syrup

Medium size container of cool whip

1 Heath candy bar, crushed

Let cake cool for about 10 minutes and poke holes all over cake the end of a wooden spoon. Pour 1 can of eagle brand milk in holes, followed by caramel syrup, then 1 can of eagle brand milk. If you can wait, it's best to let the cake sit in the refrigerator overnight to soak up the syrup and eagle brand milk and frost with cool whip. If you can't wait, frost when cake is room temperature with cool whip. Top with crushed candy bar. Store in refrigerator.

Now for what I'm proud of:

I'm proud of my children. They may not always do things the way I want them to, but I'm still proud. My son, EG's daddy, spends so much time teaching her things and when he walks into a room, her face lights up and she puts her arms out and says Da. I'm proud to say he's a great dad (EG's mommie is pretty awesome too)! He also has a big heart and would give someone anything he has to help them out.

My son, Farmer Boo, started college in the fall of 2008, has worked full time every summer and taken summer classes for the past 3 years, maintained a 3.6 gpa, and will graduate in May 2012 with a major in Agriculture Business and a minor in Agronomy. He's not only book smart, he's common sense smart, and that's scary! He's great at giving advice and he's very devoted to God and his church.

Baby Chef graduated high school with 28 college hours, was in the top 4 percent in her graduating class and an honor graduate.  When she applied to culinary school, she was granted early acceptance status and was awarded a scholarship for a recipe she created. She married young and her and her Army Man have already purchased a home.

Some days, I wonder if I do anything right, and I look at my children and think...they are what I've done right.

EG's Daddy, Baby Chef, and Farmer Boo

"I worship the quicksand you walk on." Clairee Belcher





Day 8 - Recipe and something in life that gives me balance

This is my younger son, Farmer Boo's, favorite! 

Farmer Boo's Chicken Casserole

3 or 4 chicken breasts, cooked and torn into pieces

16 ounces sour cream

1 can cream of chicken soup

1 package of Ritz crackers, crushed

1 stick of butter melted

Mix cooked chicken, sour cream and soup together. Spread in greased casserole dish. Mix crushed crackers and butter and spread over chicken mixture. Bake at 350 degrees for about 25 to 30 minutes.

I'm not sure if I will ever have balance in my life...I'm not really sure I know what it means. I'm just a plain person. I like simple but I always have a project. For some reason, I feel like I need to be doing something ALL the time. So I guess being busy is what gives me "balance." For instance yesterday I had a bridal shower at my house and here's how my day went:

Watered the plants outside, picked weeds from the flower beds, swept the sidewalk

Made a tulle bows to hang on the mailbox

Folded laundry and put it away, dusted, and vacuumed

Cleaned the bathrooms, took out the trash

Made a veggie tray

Dipped 69 strawberries in white chocolate

Made the bed

Changed clothes for the shower

Picked up cuppy cakes

Made drunken weiners and punch

Finished putting everything out on the table to serve

Guests arrived

Mingled with guests and encouraged them to eat...I'm starving at this point because I didn't have time to eat earlier

Shower was a success (YEAH)

Cleaned up

Drove 60 miles to see my grandaughter, EG, my oldest son EG's daddy, EG's mommie, and my younger son, Farmer Boo

Lots of hugs, kisses, and playtime with EG

Talked to Baby Chef through a program on the Iphone that's similar to Skyppe

Dinner

Drove 60 miles back home

BEDTIME!!!

Wonderful day full of balance!

"You know, you would be a much more contented, pleasant person if you would find ways to occupy your time." -Clairee Belcher

Day 7 - Recipe and a few things on my bucket list

This is a veggie that my father in law makes and it's so YUMMY!

BBQ GREEN BEANS

4 slices bacon cut fine

¼ cup chopped onions

½ cup catsup

¼ cup brown sugar

1 tbsp Worcestershire sauce

2 cans french style green beans drained

Brown bacon pieces and onion in skillet.  Add catsup and brown sugar and Worcestershire sauce. Simmer about 2 minutes, add drained green beans in casserole dish.  Pour bacon mixture over top of beans. DO NOT STIR.  Bake untouched for 20 minutes at 350 degrees.  When done baking stir lightly and serve hot.

Hehe! I don't have a bucket list but there are a few things I'd like to do. One of which is to go back to NYC with Baby Chef. I'd also like to have one day that I could do whatever I wanted without any questions such as "Why are you doing that...when are you coming home...have you lost your mind, etc. or statements such as "If you aren't home by supper what am I supposed to eat and I don't understand why you think you need a day to yourself, you don't even have kids at home anymore..."

I'm an easy person. I'm not hard to please. I don't ask much. I'm happy doing things on my own and for myself. I don't even care if I go on vacation. But oh how I'd love to have one day of peace and quiet!

"Time marches on and sooner or later you realize it is marchin' across your face." Truvy