The Little Yellow Bird. Part 26. Cooking Pan Cakes.

The Little Yellow Bird. Part 26. Cooking Pan Cakes.

Monday, February 7, 2011

I pecked on the door knob of the house trailer to ask that old man if he had any extra Log Cabin syrup because my husband loves pan cakes just like him.

The door opened, and somehow that old man must have read my mind because in no time flat he placed some cane syrup . and some pan cake mix on a shelf. I saw his cat Boo looking straight at me. But I know Boo. Boo is a wonderful cat. He is a loving cat. But my mama told me never to trust any cats. I listen to my mama anyway.

I heated up my frying pan on our gas stove. Our Folgers can was nice and warm, and our nest was warm, so my husband and I sat in our kitchen , and enjoyed our Log Cabin pancakes. My husband ate a lot of pancakes. He drowns his pancakes that I cook for him in a lot of syrup. I perked some delicious Louisiana Community Dark roast coffee that my husband loves.

I also cooked some bacon, and that went well with our pancakes. I stirred my husbands coffee for him while he was reading the Wall Street Journal. My husband wants to invest some money in stock. I told him that we are barely making ends meet, and we need a new washing machine because I have to hold ours down on the spin cycle. So after breakfast was finished, my husband worked on the washing machine leveling screws on the four corners of the bottom of the machine and adjusted them. He did something right because the washer stopped shaking on the spin cycle. He told me that it only needed to leveled. I was glad he fixed it because I was losing tail feathers doing the hula.

We both agreed to try to save some money, and to learn more about stock before investing in it.

My mother is planning a baby shower for me. Lord knows I need plenty of stuff. I am going to need bibs, rubber nipples for at least half a dozen baby bottles, and baby wipes because there will be three baby behinds that will constantly require washing and rinsing. I will need powder, and disposable diapers.

Soon my husband should be earning good wages as a Navy Officer. He wrote down some improvements that need to be made on the Stealth Bomber. Everything he does is classified, and even his study material must be cleared by Pentagon officials before he can examine them. My husband learned to fly very early when he was a chick. My husband was invited by a two star general to examine the interior of a nuclear submarine. My husband will meet with the commander of the submarine sometime this week.

It is all a little scary. My life seems very simple compared to his, but I have plans too. I will soon be finished writing my novel, "Shena of The jungle." I may just earn a million dollars in royalties before my novel is even finished according to a major publishing company editor. That's all right with me. If I get a million dollars I will have our Folgers can trimmed in gold. My chicks and husband and I will ride around in a Chevrolet Corvette with the top down. My beautiful red hair will fly in the wind. My husband will no doubt become an admiral some day , and we will be very rich, but I want let money ruin our lives.

Money is not everything. My mama and daddy are important. My friends in the house trailer are important. Readers that read about my life are important. My charities Like Saint Jude Hospital for Children are important. If I get a lot of money from my book, I will help the Hospital.

If I become important I want to help America. And if my husband becomes a jet fighter pilot for the Navy, he will help our world become a safer place to live  because he will protect America, and defend freedom.

As for now, maybe I dream too much. And I definitely do not want to miss my judge programs. The old soul in the house trailer is always busy doing stuff. This morning he cooked a pot of beans again. He chased their cat Gray Fox off of their coffee maker. A few minutes ago I saw his cat Boo snuggling up on his left forearm while he was typing with his right hand.

I believe the old soul is going to go in his kitchen to cook up some oats and rice. Becky and Joann are drinking coffee in the kitchen.

It is cold outside, but comfortable on the closed in porch. My husband went to shave, and then he picked up a book. He is always reading , and studying things. My mama called this morning to see how we were doing. I told her that everything is just fine.

May Your Skies Be Blue, And God Bless You. 

 

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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

Wow, so much going on in their lives at once! Did you get your washer fixed too or just Yellow Bird's? They sure can vibrate when they're off level. That was a cute statement about shaking her tail feathers off doing the hula... ha ha.


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stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Poohgranma : Thank you for visiting dear heart, and hoping all is well for you and your family. Our washer still acts up, but at least it works good. God Bless You and stay warm.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

Well, I'm glad it's working ok. I plan to stay warm - going to crawl into bed for a nap and to get warm. The temperature is up but I can't seem to get rid of this chill. Had a short night's sleep anyway so a few ZZZ's can't hurt. ha ha You take care too!


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DeBorrah K. Ogans 5 years ago

Stars, This is an exciting time for the little family! They have a lot going on... Many changes in store for them I'm sure! Thank You for sharing, In HIS Love, Grace, Joy, Peace & Blessings to All of YOU!!


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stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Mr.s Deborrah : Thank you for reading about the Little Yellow Bird as their lives move along. God Bless You Dear heart and God Bless and Protect your loving family.

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