Wheedle Word 40

Last week I asked you a question…again.

“What moment in your life would you like to relive?”

Not as in a moment to change, but a moment in time when you were happy and would like to experience that happiness all over again.

And boy, were you guys tugging at my heart strings.

More time with long lost relatives seemed to be what most of you would like to relive.

And I am no different.

I actually wrote most of this post before the last one was published.

We were definitely on the same wave length.

Honestly, I can’t pick a specific moment.

I know it’s not fair of me to ask you for a particular moment when I can’t pinpoint one myself.

Many moments I would like to relive.

And some of them include moments spent with my Dad.

I know they’ll never happen again.

So if I could relive a moment with him I would spend that time paying more attention to the sights, smells and emotions I would be feeling.

Say for instance, the smile on his face or the crunch of leaves as we walk in the woods at my Grandparent’s farm.

Okay, enough of that.

Writing this post brought on unexpected tears.

So let’s think of something a little less emotional.

How about…..


So there’s this week’s Wheedle Word.

What does it make you think of?

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Saucy Sunday – The Notebook

I have a book beside my computer.

It’s a notebook. Or a stenographer’s book to be exact.


It belonged to my Dad.

He kept it handy to jot down phone numbers, appointment dates…….

and lists.

I keep it beside my computer to copy down tried and true recipes my cyber friends post on thier blogs.

It’s the only thing I write in this book.

One day I found a rather interesting dish I’d like to try.

I opened the book to what I thought would be the next clean page and this is what I found.


One of Dad’s lists.

In a book I thought was empty.

This is not just any list, it’s a special list.

His prayer list.

Even though he was dying of cancer, he was still praying for those on his list.

It brought a mix of emotions from my heart.

My Dad was a giving person. Always caring for others more than himself.

Never changing until the day he died.

Maybe that was his recipe for life.

A relationship with God and concern for others.

It is how he lived his life.

Maybe that is why I chose this book to write my recipes in.

God and Dad’s way of continuing to teach me from beyond the clouds with Dad’s recipe for life.

Who’s to say that a recipe book has to include only things you cook?

It could include food for the soul as well.

I know mine does…..now.

Needs No Introduction?

I visited Sunshine and Lemonade  yesterday, she had this meme posted. She really gets into those meme’s.

Me…not so much. But this one was intriguing.

How does this one work, you ask?

 Google, “your name” and the word “needs” after it and see what comes up.

So, I pulled up Google and typed in…Becky needs…and this is what I found.

Becky needs

a friend. Well, I can certainly use all the friends I can get. The more the merrier!

a man. No thanks. I’ve already got the best one anyone could ask for.

a sub. That one made me think. I could use a sub for work and stay home with my son, or sleep in a little longer, or my sub could do all my housework and cooking. That sounds like a really good idea.

NOTE TO SELF: Check into getting a sub!

good/clever ideas. That could come in handy when I’m racking my brain for something interesting to blog about. Or, what to fix for dinner.

a secret life. Hmmm, now that could get interesting. A secret agent. A cowgirl. A bounty hunter. A karaoke queen. An air marshall. I could think on this all day.

to get a life. Amen on that one! Seems I live everyone’s life but my own. Although, I’ve been working on that one already. Maybe, I could combine that last “Becky needs” with this one.

to speak. Naw, I have a tendency to stick my foot in my mouth.

an exorcism. I’ll admit I’m a little strange at times. But an exorcism?? About the only thing you would get out of me is a hairball.

a bullet in her head. Well, I guess it could take up some of that empty space.

a vacation. I just returned from vacation. But I could use another.

information. Hmmm…well if I get enough information then I would have no need for the above mentioned bullet.

massive amounts of money. Oh yeah! In small unmarked bills, please.

no introduction. I don’t think I’m that popular yet.

And last but not least…

all the help she can get. I didn’t know Google Earth zoomed in far enough to see how far behind I am with my housework? They need to stop that!

I didn’t realize I had so many needs.

And you know what…

They are not the needs I had in mind.

I’m gonna have to go rethink this whole “needs” thing.