Friday, December 3, 2010

Lemon Pie

I see that I am behind "schedule." The computer says it is 5:36 AM but I have been awake for hours. My eyes popped open at the usual time (3:15) and it was time to get up. Too bad I can't work the night shift somewhere...I'd be raring to go after half a shift! My dogs think I'm insane, and cannot figure out why I'm taking them out to do their business in the middle of the dark, freezing, god forsaken night. It's been lightly snowing here in Michigan for two days now and it's also very slippery out there...note to get some salt. We do not want a repeat episode from two years ago. For those who don't know or can't remember (or possibly don't care haha too bad...when I get started with a story, you might as well just listen cause I'm going to tell it anyway) get this picture into your head: freezing Michigan day in January (I think...see, even I don't remember) dogs needed to do their business (what else is new?) and p.j. clad(red scottie dogs of course...4 sizes too big), chemo infused bald as a bowling ball little 'ol me, trots outside wearing slippers and no jacket (smart right? didn't your mother AND your teacher always tell you to put a coat on when you go outside. Sorry, I'm both) into the swirling white accumulating drifts and say, "OH MY GOD FRANKIE (little white canine monster) would you JUST PEE ALREADY!!! And while I'm waiting for the snow to get it's blessed yellow due rewards...I feel a little woozy (yes, that's a word) and the next thing I know, I'm DOWN FOR THE COUNT! Passed out cold in the snow in my scottie dogs! (Glad I'm not a lingerie type of gal) I wake up with my face in the snow and the dogs standing over me looking stupid. They are wondering if they can please go inside now? I haul myself up, realize there is blood dripping down the back of my right hand. Apparently I made a futile effort to grab a small tree for support (obviously it didn't work) on my way down to the frozen tundra. It looks worse than it is and we make it safely back inside. Now, if that story doesn't make you want to run out and buy some rock salt for the patio, I'm not quite sure what would do it. Maybe the mental picture of a frozen bald headed woman in old baggy red flannel scottie dog pajamas prostrate on the ground (Room know I love big words...look it up!) might work for you.

Oh yeah...the lemon pie. I made one at 3:15 in the morning. What else would one do at that hour?

(Sue B. this one is for you...don't worry, I kept the one with the missing slice!) *If anyone out there can help me line up pics...just step forward tin man.


P.S. Lorriane, Pat, Kathy, and Cindy P. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!


  1. Sara and I were so thrilled to see your smiling face today : ) The pie arrived safely . . . have you heard of saran wrap? LOL. So nervous to have Sara hold it, we drove straight to school.
    I love your spirit on your blog and wanted to share one of my favorite quotes with you.
    "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." . . . or snow!! So remember to dance whenever you can : )

    Hugs and prayers everyday,
    ~ Renee and Sarabear

  2. hi this is bethany(marsh) i miss you soooooo mach and the pie looks so good and a very big huge to you too.hope to see you soon

  3. Hi Mrs.Sheiman! It's Isabelle. School is so much different without you. I hope you get better soon.
    P.S. The pie looks really good!

  4. Hi Isabelle :) :) :)

    Thanks for checking in on me! Thinking of you put a HUGE smile on my face. I miss you too and am working my hardest to get back to the chattiest (but BEST) fifth graders in the UNIVERSE!
    Mrs. Sheiman

  5. P.S. Of course we know that YOU don't add to the chattiness! lol (is that even a word?)