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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Friday, August 02, 2013

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ More Memories...

I needed to take a dessert somewhere last night. So I pulled out a few necessary ingredients. 

And a few of those were my grandma's and they have recently found their way into my home. 

Her metal, well-used 9 x 13 fits my life perfectly. And my cake, just as well. 

She would be pleased that I filled it up and also would have enjoyed the treat. 

I don't know if these bowls are the exact bowls I remember. It's been a few years since I curled up with a metal bowl full of grandma's freshly popped corn. Even if they aren't the ones I happily munched out of they remind me of the times I spent chillaxen at her place.