Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Afternoon Break


Hello, Dear Ones.
 Wanted you to know Mr. Precious and I are out in our RV, Kiki, for a few days and if you haven't heard from me that's why. Sometimes there is internet access at RV campgrounds but so far I haven't had very good luck with them. Oh, well, "glamping" doesn't necessarily include putering! But I miss you and need to check in with my blog family! So here's just a little something,

Oh, Another thing...I wanted to thank Stephanie Lynn at Under the Table and Dreaming,
Cindy at Dwellings-the Heart of Your Home 
and
Maria at Our Home Away From Home
for featuring my little Sun Porch.
Thank you soooooo much and this made me so happy.
If you missed that post just click HERE

Okie Dokie...here's a little something...

  I don't know about you but I need a break.
Each afternoon I pop up some popcorn! I admit it ~ I LOVE POPCORN!

 
 I just adore poking those little fluffy crunchy white kernels into my tiny mouth! 

 Of course my drink of choice is a Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper with lots and lots of ice.
Now don't rub your most gorgeous peepers! Yes, this is a very olden glass with scratches all over it.
 It's big! Very big and I always use it and have for the last twenty years!
I know the bagged popcorn is so easy to poke into the microwave and pop.
It's tasty  and I've used that for years.
But one day I decided ~ no more bagged popcorn for me. 
So I bought some of that ole Orville's corn and then I bought some of his popping oil! 
Honey, that was the day that changed my 'popcorn poppin life'!
I just love these freshly popped kernels so much more than the bagged kind.

Now I'm inviting you to sit down with me and take a break. 
Let me get a glass and pour you some Dr. Pepper!
Oh, I do have another one of my olden glasses with scratches on it just for you! ;)
Do you like a little melted butter on yours? 

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

The Popcorn Song

Now here's a funny story
Hope you understand
Listen very closely
If you possibly can

It's a story of two popcorn kernels
In a red hot pan
One turned to the other
And said, hey, man

I'm too pooped to pop
And I ain't lying
I'm too pooped to pop
Just laying here frying

Salt and and butter's ready
And the fire is hot
But seems like
I'm just too pooped to pop

Too pooped to pop
And I ain't playing possum
I'm too pooped to pop
And I do want to blossom

Don't like the bottom
Wanna get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop

Iowa's the state
That's where I was born
I really truly came
From a fine ear of corn

My mama and my papa
Were a wonderful crop
You should have seen them
Blow up when they
Put them in the pot

But I'm too pooped to pop
And I ain't lying
I'm too pooped to pop
Just laying here frying

Don't like the bottom
Wanna get up on top
It seems like I'm
Just too pooped to pop
~ by Cliffie Stone