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Fun Facts about Van Walton
My favorite smell: The way the earth smells after it rains.
My favorite sound: The first notes of a grand symphony.
My favorite way to relax: Sitting anywhere outside - on my front porch, on my deck, or by the lake, early in the morning with my first cup of coffee.
My favorite birthday dessert: a Peach cobbler baked by my husband. He’s my fave chef!
I will not eat: Avocado. They turn my stomach into a volcano that never erupts.
Technology I couldn't live without and why: My laptop - it takes me anywhere I want to go.
One thing that makes me smile: My sons' faces!
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Showing posts with label Pampered Chef. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pampered Chef. Show all posts
Friday, January 9, 2009
MY SON MAY BE OFF AT COLLEGE, BUT HE'S LIVING IN THE JUNGLE
For Christmas – last year I gave everyone in my family these special microwaveable pots. I bought them from a Pampered Chef distributor.
I thought I was doing such a good deed. You see I am afraid that all the plastic we use to warm our food in microwaves may be detrimental to the health of my family – especially my children. I am a mother and I want them safe.
So I gave practical gifts. Everyone left with their pots. A year passed. I supposed they were using the gift I had given them.
The other day, just before Benjamin returned to the JUNGLE – college where he lives in a house with four other boys, in a tiny little neighborhood consisting of 3 houses full of boys and their dogs – he fessed up. I have to brace myself when he starts in on his stories:
He pulled himself up on the countertop in the kitchen, his long legs dandling over the cabinets --- I love when my boys join me in the kitchen to talk.
I thought I was doing such a good deed. You see I am afraid that all the plastic we use to warm our food in microwaves may be detrimental to the health of my family – especially my children. I am a mother and I want them safe.So I gave practical gifts. Everyone left with their pots. A year passed. I supposed they were using the gift I had given them.
The other day, just before Benjamin returned to the JUNGLE – college where he lives in a house with four other boys, in a tiny little neighborhood consisting of 3 houses full of boys and their dogs – he fessed up. I have to brace myself when he starts in on his stories:
He pulled himself up on the countertop in the kitchen, his long legs dandling over the cabinets --- I love when my boys join me in the kitchen to talk. Look at that empty space!
It needs a boy talking to me.
I digress- he didn’t know whether to confess the truth about last year’s Christmas gift:
“Mom? I don’t have that – he pointed to my Pampered Chef pot, the one I was using to warm up his snack – pot any more.”
“Oh?” I replied trying to hide the hairs on my back that were bristling.
“One of my neighbors dropped in to borrow a pot to heat up his supper.”
Excuse me. I have heard of borrowing sugar and an egg or two – but a pot????
Oh well.
“Anyway, Mom. The next thing I heard was a yell from the kitchen.
His surprised face rounded the door frame and he looked at me…”
“Hey dude,” he said. “What’s with this pot? It’s melting all over the stove! I mean the food and everything - it has all become one!”
“Weird pot.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I digress- he didn’t know whether to confess the truth about last year’s Christmas gift:
“Mom? I don’t have that – he pointed to my Pampered Chef pot, the one I was using to warm up his snack – pot any more.”
“Oh?” I replied trying to hide the hairs on my back that were bristling.
“One of my neighbors dropped in to borrow a pot to heat up his supper.”
Excuse me. I have heard of borrowing sugar and an egg or two – but a pot????
Oh well.
“Anyway, Mom. The next thing I heard was a yell from the kitchen.
His surprised face rounded the door frame and he looked at me…”
“Hey dude,” he said. “What’s with this pot? It’s melting all over the stove! I mean the food and everything - it has all become one!”
“Weird pot.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh well.
Moral of the story: Don’t send your kids into the jungle with ANYTHING of value!
They WILL destroy it!
As Paul Harvey says, “Good day.”
Moral of the story: Don’t send your kids into the jungle with ANYTHING of value!
They WILL destroy it!
As Paul Harvey says, “Good day.”
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