Krista’s Favourite Macaroni Salad

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My niece Krista loves this salad and since she has good taste I asked my sister to send me the recipe which is right up my alley – it is simple and only has a few ingredients. My son Adam and several of his friends devoured it.

So without further ado:

Krista’s Macaroni salad

4 cups uncooked macaroni (I used spiral)

1 cup mayo

1/4 white vinegar

2 tbsp sugar

2 1/2 tablespoons yellow mustard

S & P to taste

Cook macaroni, add onion, celery, grated carrot and red pepper. Mix together mayo, vinegar, sugar, mustard and salt and pepper to taste. Pour over salad ingredients and voila, Krista’s fav macaroni salad.

I love this recipe because you can add what you want–I just used red pepper, onion and radishes as I had no celery and was too lazy to grate carrots!

Bliss is a simple but good recipe. What do you think?

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Freakin’ Friday Bliss

Emmy graphic

Emmy graphic (Photo credit: Alan Light)

No, I have not been nominated for the ABC award (Awesome Blog Award) I assume because of the No Awards message on my blog. Although I still get nominations for other awards, I am just too lazy to accept them because I don’t want to fulfill the obligations (but I must say I am honoured when nominated). I want to celebrate my fellow bloggers as much as the next person, but I have to do it when I am inspired. If it becomes a chore, then it is not as much fun.

Having said all of that, I am going to pretend that I have been nominated because I like the concept of finding a word or phrase that means something to me alphabetically, and because I can think of nothing else to post about today. I just read another blogger’s list and found it quite interesting—but they said it was not as easy as it seems. So here goes:

Beautiful Red

Beautiful Red (Photo credit: Krug6)

A: Okay, I am stuck already so I will go with Apple or Awesome (a word I never use, but I do eat apples) Wait, wait—Adam—the name of my firstborn

B: Bliss (you know I had to work it in somewhere, and it is my word of the year)

C: Connie—my walking partner—she makes me walk and so that is why I am in as good a shape as I am (you have to take my word for it—no pictures) and Chocolate for my Looney friend and me.

D: Doppelganger—apparently we all have one—mine is a singer in Niagara Falls

E: Excellent – always liked seeing that on a report card; hated Satisfactory

F: Fungus – aren’t mushrooms fungus?

G: Gee, as in gee golly gosh

H: Happy

I: Indigo—such a nice word for blue

J: John—my husband; and my brother John (these are two different Johns–nothing funny here); and while we are at it, Jim, my other brother

K: “Kay”, as in okay

L: Lou (my nickname); and lace

English: Lace Nederlands: kant

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M: Money (hey, I’m honest)

N: Nickelback (why do so many people make fun of them – I don’t know their music but their name popped into my mind for some reason—maybe because I like underdogs)

O: Okay—the long form of “kay”

English: Earrings with pearls

English: Earrings with pearls (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

P: Peggy – my sister and one of my favourite people; and Pearls

Q: I love the letter Q—guess I will go for quirky which is what I think of the letter Q

R: Restaurant—a place where I do not have to cook

S: Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory – my son gave me a bobble head of Sheldon—he is sitting on the shelf just above my head

T: Tyler – my second born; also Thumb is at the forefront of my mind today—cause I have an awful infection in mine and am going to have to seek medical help—hopefully not amputation

U: Understanding (I need this from the people I know and love)

V: Victory

W: Woo Hoo; or we’re as in “we’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time”—the hue and outcry of my university days

X: X-men – something my youngest son likes—video game, super heroes, movie—I am not sure—could be one and all

Y: Yes—(self-explanatory)

Z: Zephyr—don’t know why—just like this word

So what does this tell you about me—I love my family; I am quirky; and you do not want to say “no” to me—it can either be “kay”, okay or yes. And I will be trying to get a doctor’s appointment today before my thumb falls off—which is freaking hard to do in my neck of the words—I can hear the receptionist now—”I can give you an appointment in the first week of July, or last day of September, or January 2, 2015.”

Bliss is getting in to see the doctor when you need to—will update you on whether I achieved bliss today. What one thing would give you bliss today?

Oh, and by the way, I agree with the blogger twindaddy who said it was not as easy as it seems. Check out his 26.

Life is Not Pure Bliss-But Surviving Is

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I find I cannot do this post justice today as there are so many emotions that bubble to the surface, but I still felt I had to commemorate the day:

Twenty-seven years ago today I welcomed my first-born son into the world. Welcomed though is such a calm and happy word and in this context it does not tell the whole story.

Adam was born 11 weeks prematurely. He was obviously in a rush to come into this world, but in his rush, I did not get to hold him for at least a month after he was born. I visited him in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for those four weeks, and was only able to touch him through the holes of his incubator. And then it was only to brush a finger along his tiny arm, or touch his leg ever so lightly. I decorated his incubator with cards and cut-outs and little stuffed animals.  My mom knit him the tiniest of hats and booties to wear with his cut in half diaper (whole diapers were huge for his 2 pound 5 ½ ounce little body).

So many memories—some frightening, some wonderful—but the end result is that today he is a healthy thriving 27 years old. A basketball player, a musician, a reader, a boyfriend to a lovely girl/woman, a man with so much potential—and it is potential he will reach and surpass.

Of course, I am his mother, and I am proud of him. I remember the journey to get here—and though life is not pure bliss—having survived and come through to tell this happy story today is.