Trinkets of Thought

Life with the Littles-A lifestyle blog of living with five littles.

Coffee Punch Recipe

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Now that I’m home…here’s the recipe…

 

Coffee Punch Recipe

½ cup Instant coffee

1 cup sugar

2 cups water

1 gallon milk (2% or whole)

½ gallon chocolate ice cream

½ gallon vanilla ice cream

½ of an 8 oz. container of whip cream

 

Mix 1st 3 ingredients in a saucepan on stove.  Heat until sugar is dissolved.  Once sugar is dissolved, cool mixture.  Right before serving, put coffee mixture in punch bowl and add milk.  Add the chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream by spoonfuls.  ( She had purchased Dreyer’s half chocolate/half vanilla…I didn’t know they made such a thing.)  So easy, but MMMM good. 

 

We drove back on Saturday night, and I baked most of the evening to prepare for a baby shower on Sunday night–there was very little down time, but my dear husband let me take a nap on Sunday afternoon, while he finished cleaning and decorated for the shower!  You just can’t complain about that type of KINDNESS! 

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I cropped the pic of the shower because I made the dad-to-be wear a pregnancy belly while the presents were being opened.  I didn’t think he’d appreciate the full profile picture on the WWW. 🙂 One of the ladies that came brought a yummy coffee punch.  Even if you aren’t a coffee drinker, it’s light and nice.  I’ll try to post the recipe.  It was fun and different from the normal shower punch.  Since I was serving men, too, I tried to do foods/drinks, etc. that were more hearty than dainty.  The punch sure hit the spot!

Our last guests left at 10:30 p.m., and we drove up to Indianapolis to spend yesterday with my grandparents–It was such a wonderful time.  I am SO thankful for time I’m able to spend with them (they live in AZ and OK) since they are getting older and their health isn’t what it used to be.

GREAT, but busy weekend.

Just wanted to post about my weekend…I’ll leave you with this thought from my calendar today…

If it’s a penny for your thoughts and you put in your two cents’ worth, someone, somewhere is making a penny. 🙂

Happy Tuesday!

Sorry about the multiple posts. Yes, I know I have issues.

Signs that your neighbor is nosey…

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Recently, I had this conversation with my neighbor.  I think it’s indicative that she’s like the nosey neighbor, Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched, if you remember that show…

Ellie:  I saw you painted your kitchen red.

Maren: YEAH!  Come in and see it!

Ellie: No need (smirk on face)! I already peeked in the windows!

HAHAHAH!  Our neighbors are the best neighbors anyone could ask for, and I truly am thankful they are our neighbors.  The husband “patrols” the street, walking up and down throughout the day.  They have lived in their house for over 50 years and keep a watchful eye on the goings-on of the neighborhood.  I know if anything suspicious would happen, they’d be on top of it, and I feel safe to have neighbors that care.  Still, a conversation like the one above has to make one chortle!

ALMOST WEDNESDAY!

Oh Me, Oh My, My Eye!

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 Recently, I’ve been having the problem with inflicting pain upon myself. Of course, always accidental, but geez! You’d think I could tone down the pain!

Instance #1 Nothing I do in my life is done quietly or gracefully… My whole life shouts, “HERE I AM!” So, I’m at work…walking at a brisk pace down the hall, heading home for the day. I have to exit through a door. Yet I miss the latch, and keep right on walking. MY CHIN hits the door at full force. It hurts, but I laugh at my stupidity.

Instance #2 Michael recently started shutting one of the doors in our house at night. He has been doing this on a sporadic basis… WELL, One recent evening, he shut the door, of which I did not know about. Pitch dark. Maren walks ‘into’ the room, but instead only walks into the door. I cry out in pain and say something like, “Well, how was I supposed to know the door was closed?” Michael then puts two and two together…he shut door…loud noise…maren’s comment… and laughs hysterically.

Instance #3 I underestimate the force of my strength. One morning recently, I go to move a child’s scooter toy that we have at our house for our little visitors. Being a very tiny house, we have to hide things in creative places so our house isn’t cluttered. This particular item was behind our bed. I needed to move it to get to an item stored under the bed. It’s wedged between the bed and the wall. So, without rationalizing what I am doing, I pull really hard( OF COURSE forgetting that the handle comes loose). As if in slow motion, it comes loose, I realize what is happening, and my hand with the same force as my forceful pulling, smacks into my lip, which causes me to bite it– significantly. Joy.

Instance#4 TAKES THE CAKE—This was really similar to Instance #3, except this time was getting a vase from a cupboard in my kitchen. Visualize this with me… I’m on a chair. The vase is wedged in a difficult-to-obtain position… I pull really hard. My extreme force, allows the vase to nudge free, and I smack me square in the eye… “Oh that’ll leave a mark!” Instantly a welt forms, and I’m doomed to have a black eye. Sigh.

I won’t claim it as an instance because I didn’t hurt myself, but on Tuesday, I opened the door a little too hard, and put a hole in the wall. Michael, my ever patient husband, just made a comment about how he enjoys to patch up walls. 🙂

What’s up with me?!?!?

Things I’ve learned from my inflictions:
1. When will I ever learn?
2. I’m not by any means strong, but sometimes I underestimate my aggressiveness.
3. There is nothing wrong with doing things wholeheartedly, I just wish that I could channel my useless “wholehearted” efforts (resulting in pain) into more productive results! Vigor isn’t bad–it just needs to be aimed at more appropriate targets.

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Lovely, eh?  Sigh… Funny things, though, about having a black eye…

One thing my company does is helps victims of domestic violence. Maybe I’ll get promoted to a spokesperson position!

Also, I find it funny that my husband is a pastor, and I have a black eye. Michael took me out for ice cream a couple nights ago, so I made sure to say, “Well, if you hadn’t hit me, you wouldn’t have had to take me out for ice cream.” Of course, I said it in the parking lot so no one around could hear, but Michael made sure to curtail my jokes so that no one would report him to the authorities for undue cause.

Life–gotta love it!

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