Finally, I can blog again

I have had blogging problems again. By now I don't know if I can remember anything I had to tell. Jay's girlfriend told me about a Jay story when he got stuck horizontally on a stair case that had vertical bars instead of a wall. Before she told the story, she said, Jay is like the little boy who kept calling "Goat" all of the time. (Goat - Wolf, does it really make any difference? Goats are supposed to eat anything, but would that include a little boy?) He started trying to slip through the bars like he used to do all of the time. Evidentally forgetting that he had grown, he got stuck and was yelling, "Help, help, Momma, Momma" over and over. He just kept on and on yelling because he had called "Goat" too many times. Finally, his girlfriend went and told his parents that Jay needed help. While his dad went to get the saw, Momma said "If you got yourself in there, surely you can get out the same way." And he finally did.

Once he hung himself upside down from a tree because he didn't think he would need the ladder and kicked it out from under him. A neighbor called and asked his dad if everything was ok over there. His dad was taking a nap and had told the neighbor that Jay was just playing, he was fine. Finally with the insisting of the neighbor, Dad got up and went to check on Jay to find that he really was hanging helplessly from the tree, but thankfully upside down instead of around the neck. Thankfully, his dad went to check. (I know some Dads that would have just turned over and went back to sleep, so Susan and Angela you better not hang yourself when your dad is taking a nap.) Jay was trying something he had seen on some movie. The girlfriend said it was just a few years ago according to his parents. But he insisted that it was many years ago.

To change the subject, I have three easy roll recipes that you might want to try. I have typed them all once, but lost them all. I'll try again.

Beer Rolls

4 c. Bisquick (or 3 3/4 self-rising flour and 1/2 c. oil) or (3 3/4 plain flour, 6 t. baking powder, 2 t. salt, and 1/2 c. oil)
3 T. sugar
12 oz. beer

Mix all together well and pour into a greased muffin tin. (I'm not sure, but I think it makes 24; been too long since I had anyone to buy me beer.) Bake at 375 about 20 min.

This recipe should be easy for everyone, except Beth. She will have to figure out how she can get some beer to make hers. Maybe she can get some when they go out of town. I'm sure she would run smack into the most gossippy deacon's wife if she tried to put some in her grocery cart.

Party Rolls

2 c. self-rising flour
1 stick margarine
8 oz sour cream
2 T. sugar, if desired

Melt margarine in microwave in a large bowl. Add sour cream, sugar, and flour. Mix all together well.
Pour into greased muffin tins. Bake 25-30 min. at 350. Serve hot.

Mayo Rolls

1 c. self-rising flour (or 1c. flour, 1/2 t. salt, 1 t. baking powder)
1/2 cup milk
1 T. sugar
1/4 c. mayonaise or 3 heaping T.

Mix all together well. Pour into greased muffin tins. Makes 6 large rolls. Bake at 400 for 15 min. If you want to roll them out, decrease milk a little. Roll out and cut. Serve hot.


Last Saturday, I was of value to someone. Such a great feeling! I had to go to Walmart for Granny and stocked up on us a few things. When I left this poor old man had lost his car. I helped him for one hour before we found it. The two of us looked for 30 min. and we called his wife and all three of us looked for 30 more minutes. Everyone was at Walmart shopping for Valenine's Day evidentally. Traffic was like before Christmas. Finally I just went ahead and looked where he had kept telling us that he knew he had not parked. I recognized that as a good clue from the start, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. He really was not all that far away when he came out of the store, but he just needed to go on two more sets of rows. The funniest thing was when I dialed his wife for him and she answered. He said, "Ms. Sarah, could you come to Walmart and help me find my car?"

Later that night, Granny called over here and jumped all over Steve telling him he had to get out of that bed. She said "I'm afraid Nancy is about to leave us if you don't stay out of that bed. She is really getting bad off - she is having to try to pick up an old man at Walmart." We think she was kidding, but who knows?? We'll see if she sends me back to Walmart again.

I hope everyone has a very nice Valentine's Day, and none of you have to go to Walmart to look for you someone to love. Love all of you! Do something of value!

Mammy's Boring Life

It's been pretty boring lately. We all keep being sick. The newest development is Josh, Angela's boyfriend, is hooked on us playing games at night. One night Angela and Steve went on to bed, and we kept playing Parchessi until he finally won more games than me and I made him go home, like at 2.

A few nights ago all four of us were playing spades. Steve was popping off saying ugly things about me and Josh would die laughing. Then Angela would say Josh! in a hateful voice and he would hush as quickly as he started. That happened over and over. Every time he could completely turn it off. I asked him how he could turn it off like that and he said he just thought of death. I wondered if he was thinking of his own death if he didn't. He is absolutely crazy about Angela. She has been having lots of headaches lately and he will just sit on the floor while she sleeps on the couch and watch her. I'll hear him say, "She's beautiful, just beautiful." Angela eats up all of that beautiful stuff and also that she has him henpecked.
Last Thursday, Bob, Deb, and Ashton came to see us. Steve built up this story that my daddy had pulled on him about this hard thing to do that only young, strong males could do. So he with his Karate body relunctantly accepted the challenge. He had to get down in the floor about three feet from the couch on his all fours, Raise one leg over to the couch, and then was told to bark. Everyone laughed and then Ashton, four years old, said "Josh looks like a dog peeing." That topped off the whole thing. It was a good laugh for everyone.

I have one little Jay story. Saturday, I heard him ask his girlfriend who had a knife in her hand, if she thought she could ever cut off a penis. She said, "Yep, I'm just that kind of girl" and chopped the knife down really hard. He started cringing and quickly left the room. I think he might have believed her. I started to tell him that she would do that only after she had her babies, but I just decided to let him worry. I wonder where he comes up with his questions.
One night, I overheard him say that wasn't any good, he couldn't get any sensations. When I investigated, she had cut a small hole in a paper for his lips to poke through to try to keep his whiskers from sticking her when they kissed. Friday night she made him go in the bathroom and she shaved him. He yelled and carried on something awful and that was before the knife story. After the knife story, she probably couldn't have shaved him. Now, don't be misled, get it straight, she was shaving his face. She was going to pluck his eyebrows too, but he escaped.

Speaking of escaping, I have worn out my esc key on my computer, but I am still here - no way of escape for me.

Do something of value today or tomorrow if it's bedtime. Love all of you.