What a
wonderful weekend!
First of all, I have to share that I did not receive
'the call'. Bummer!
In preparation for the weekend, it was a
long day on Friday. Work, house cleaning, grocery shopping, and laundry were all on the list of things to do. Well worth the extra effort, in order to enjoy a relaxing and renewing past two days. The enjoyment of family and the celebration of the resurrection of my Savior, Jesus Christ.
Saturday brought a few color clinics before my parents and sister arrived for the weekend. We headed out to Biaggis for supper (
a Grandma & Papa treat). I had done much of the food preparation that morning, yet I was still intent on making Carmel rolls for an Easter morning treat. At 8:00 pm, while mixing up my dough, I realized that 2 hours of rising, followed by rolling out, cutting, more rising, then baking was going to put me close to
1:00 AM before this endeavor would be complete.
As the process unfolded, I wondered if I had a bit off more than I could chew. My mother didn't share any
'motherly' advice, coaching me in my over-zealous intentions. I could tell by her quiet
motherly way that she was going to let me discover for myself the ramifications of my ambition.
By
10:0pm PM most of my faithful companions had all retired. A few had fallen fast on the couch. With the new found quiet, I welcomed the opportunity to make sure my table was set using my great grandmother's china, I had recently inherited.
With another hour to go waiting on the dough to rise, I to, thought I would grab some couch time. Making sure to set the oven timer, so that nodding off would not disrupt the completion of my master plan.
I pondered the impact of the events that unfolded on Good Friday and the sacrifice made on my behalf. My waiting on my dough to rise became a symbol of my waiting to celebrate the resurrection of my Saviour the next morning.
12:00 AM came and I was finally able to put my ooey, gooey rolls into the oven. Before I knew it, my ooey, gooey Carmel sauce started running over, causing the oven to fill with smoke that began rolling out the top. I opened the patio door to prevent awaking the household to the fire alarm. Riley snuck out with out her shock collar. I then feared I would be out navigating through the dark woods trying to coach her back inside. I also worried that by leaving the patio door open, some creature of the night would get a whiff of baking rolls and venture in for a visit.
THEN in the midst of all the chaos, Mr. Milo decides to go for a walk. Sleep talking is a common occurrence for him, but
never sleep walking. I discovered him in the dining area off of the kitchen,with every intent of using the bathroom.
Ready, Aim Fire! O! he will so disown me for sharing! It took much convincing and warding off of his sleepy defiance in order to redirect him to the appropriate facility. In the process he tried to convince me I was
'under-insured' while on his
'potty break'. Madison woke up frighten by her father's crazy activity and then refused to go back to bed for fear that her bed would become the next bathroom stop.
By now I am thinking this entire process had become one crazy dream, smoke, bathrooms, sleep walking, dark woods, all the while trying to combat the simple desire to crawl into the comforts of my bed. 45 minutes into baking, I thought for sure my ooey, gooey creations were complete. But after a few short minutes, discovered that the middle (
the best part) was still doughy. This revelation came
AFTER I had already dumped them o
ut of the pan. Now I had to take my ooey, gooey mess and some how get them back into my smoke filled oven. Another 30 minutes later, my ooey, gooey, Carmel rolls were
DONE! Milo safely in bed, Madison asleep, Riley back indoors, and my rolls cooling safely on the counter so not to become Riley's early morning snack. At
1:25 AM with relief, my head hit the pillow.
I drifted off to sleep considering my eventful efforts to provide my family an early morning treat, were minimal to the efforts paid by my Saviour to give me a life everlasting. I also consider making this a tradition, minus the sleep walking and smoke of course
Sunday brought the discovery of Easter baskets, the enjoyment of my efforts, and many laughs from the previous night's tales. Then an emotional celebration of new life and hope before gathering around to table to break bread. An afternoon motorcycle spin, followed by a trip to see 'Hannah Montana'. I am now
DETERMINED to master the
Hoedown, Throw Down.
AND that brings me to the present. 
With Monday not far off of the horizon; a new week, a new life, and a new hope awaits, even if getting there
was an ooey, gooey,
crazy adventure!
Happy Resurrection Day!
2 WET track meets 
A Race Car Debut
a LOT of Geese POOP! 
O! The memories came flooding back! Running the 100m, 200m, high jump, and anchoring the 4X400 meter relay. I felt like it was yesterday. Our small town high school girls track team took runner-up at the state meet in 1987. Years prior these feet also had repeat visits in the 100, 200, and various other relays. A 3rd place and 5th place finish in the 100 meters at the Drake Relays as a junior and senior and a few other visits as a college athlete.
