Delicious Cookies with a Dumb Name


I got this cookie recipe from my sister-in-law. Although at first I was skeptical of any recipe that did not contain what I consider the ESSENTIAL cookie ingredient –chocolate chips– it turned out that I LOVE these!

Unfortunately, I think they need a different name. They are called…


  • 1 c butter
  • 1 c white sugar
  • 1 c brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 Tbsp vanilla
  • 2 1/2 cups flour
  • 1 Tbsp baking soda
  • 2 c crushed potato chips
  • 1 pkg butterscotch chips

Cream together butter and sugars. Add egg and vanilla, then add flour and baking soda. Mix well. Mix in the crushed ships and butterscotch chips last. Drop by teaspoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 for 10-12 minutes.

I definitely suggest you try these cookies.

And if you can think of a better name, please let me know.

This is not funny

It's Kind of a Funny Story

I read this book last year called “It’s Kind of a Funny Story.”

It was a semi-autobiographical story about a teenage boy who entered a mental hospital. It was well-written, and I was interested in the main character, liked him and wished him well.

Recently I saw that this guy, now 32 years old, killed himself December 19, 2013.

Well, that’s not funny.

The Police State?

We live on an Army post. Living here is not like living in the civilian world.

In many ways, it’s better. We get to know our neighbors, welcoming newcomers and watching out for each others’  kids. Everyone has something in common, and it really builds community.

But there’s also the downside of all this military togetherness, and that’s the RULES. When everyone knows everyone else’s business, both work and play, breaking rules can get you into big trouble.

The military police (the MP’s) are a big presence on post. NO ONE speeds or runs stop signs here. Really. 

Once an MP stopped me and accused me of talking on my cell phone while driving (15 mph) just because I HAD MY HAND NEAR MY EAR. I had to get out my phone and let him examine my call log to prove my innocence. I’m not making this up.

This is why I’m terrified of the MP’s. Unfortunately I seemed to have passed this fear on to my kids.

Yesterday my five-year old son was riding his new bicycle up and down the sidewalk in front of our house when an MP vehicle pulled onto the street. Little Boy got so nervous at the sight of the police car that he jumped the curb and fell off his bike. Then he just lay there and cried until I picked him up.

He said, “Next time I fly off my bike I want to land in your hands. Run fast and catch me, Mommy.”

(Aw. Poor little guy. Doesn’t he know his mommy can’t run that fast? Or run at all, actually…)

It looks like I need to remember that the police are there “to serve and protect,” and pass THAT message on to the kids. I’ll try…

Getting More Space Out of a Flat Rate Envelope

Can you turn a flat rate envelope into a pouch to increase the capacity? It holds more than a small flat rate box ($5.80) and about as much as a medium ($12.35) for only $5.60. So worth it! I do this all the time! Just fold the bottom both ways, and flatten it out from the inside, folding the corners and taping them up into a rectangular bottom. Secure with lots of tape. Happy shipping!
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I saw this tip on pinterest. Here in Hawaii we use a lot of flat rate mailing boxes (regular packages take three weeks by boat), so any ideas to get more use out of these things is appreciated.


My oldest daughter just went back to the mainland after Christmas and she (of course) left a few things that she wants back IMMEDIATELY.

I tried to stuff the three things (one shirt and two computer games) into a small flat rate box.

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No dice.

So I pulled up the photo on top from pinterest and made a pouch.

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The instructions (by which I mean the pictured steps–there was no link to this image) were not too difficult, and everything fit in pretty well.

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The real question is: Will the post office accept this weird lumpy thing?

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I’m going to find out tomorrow… STAY TUNED!!!

UPDATE: 7 January 2014

SUCCESS!!! The post office clerk accepted the pouch without question!

After I waited in line for half an hour.

Sisters Reunited Part 2

I mentioned before that my teenage daughters have been expressing their affection for each other by fighting a lot. Here’s an example:

We went out to eat at a nice restaurant with the kids and their grandparents. We had to ride in a small elevator from the parking garage.

It was pretty crowded in the elevator car with all nine of us, but we moved aside as best we could to allow a nice older couple to get in as well.


As the elevator descended, I saw ET pinning GG in a headlock, while GG tried to defend herself by stretching her tongue around to lick ET’s arm.


I gave the pair of them the Mommy Death Stare and hissed, “Stop it!”

Unfortunately, the nice old lady was in my line of sight as I did that. She gave me a terrified look, wondering what she’d done to earn such an angry glare. Her lips parted as if to ask, “Stop what?” 


Behind her my daughters continued to wrestle silently.

Finally the elevator stopped. The old couple shuffled away from us as fast as they could.


I turned to ET and GG, who were giving me their most innocent looks. “We were just playing,” they both insisted.

Tell that to that poor old woman’s pacemaker, I thought.

The moral of the story is: If one day you see this family packed into an elevator car, please…