Forget the oatmeal

Have I told you about my insomnia problem?  Apparently my mg's of Melatonin need to be increased from 3 to about 20.  At least that's what  my groovy nurse friend say.  She says, "Bee, the only thing 3 mg's are gonna do is make you crochet a little slower."  

She's right.  I wake up every night between 1:00 - 2:30, wide awake. 

  

And I was excited last evening because my Shug was going to be off of work today (Friday).  Well, he tells me last night when I get home from crocheting, that he is working.  

"WHAT?" I exclaim loudly,

"I bought bacon!"

 I was looking forward to sleeping in, and getting up and fixing bacon and oatmeal.  In my head the fatty bacon balances out the 'good for you' oatmeal.  My favorite breakfast at home is two pieces of bacon and oatmeal.  But when I woke up at 2:00 a.m. I laid there thinking about that bacon and I decided, forget the oatmeal, dammit, I'm having a full-blown BLT.

 So while we are waiting on this bacon to fry, I thought I'd show you one very cool Christmas present I received this year.

 It's called a pick punch.  And I've asked all of my friends to start saving their gift cards, hotel room keys, etc.

 

 

And one friend gave me a huge stack of them!  I'm not saying she thieved them, I'm not saying she didn't, and don't ask me who it was 'cause I am not telling, o"K"ay! 

Thanks for the cards, friend, you know who you are!

So, you take a card...

 Turn the pick punch over so you can see the placement of the hole

 

 and you punch!

 Voila'!  Guitar pick!

 Wanna see it again?

I can usually get three picks per card.

Pretty cool huh?
 


 

 Bacon sandwich is done and I'm wondering if these grape tomatoes will work on a sandwich.  Have I started my "I miss summer" tirade yet?  {heavy sigh}  fresh tomatoes, warm weather, sunshine....

 Told ya I was eating the entire sandwich...sans oatmeal...

 I ain't playin'....

 But here's the thing....and do not tell anyone ok?
 I had to make myself learn to like tomatoes. 
barely like too...
not love...
not go out into the warm sunshine with a salt shaker and eat them off the vine like everyone talks about, love.
 I started out slicing them really really really thin and putting them on samurs.  (We call sandwiches, samurs, because when my sister was learning to talk, that's what she called them.  You find when there are children in your life, you change your vocabulary a bit.  I even have friends that call them samurs.  Hmm, I should spell it sameurs...looks french doesn't it.)

 Anyway, I was an Advanced Master Gardener, Coordinator of the Community Garden in our town, Master Naturalist, and President of the Master Gardener Association for two years and I DO NOT LIKE "Maters.  Shhh...don't tell. I love to grow them though!

mmm here we go....the finished product.
 
  I couldn't decide which one of these pics I liked best, so I left them both on here!

Cindy Bee

PS - I ate that sameur while I was writing this post and it upset my stomach!