Juice Pops

Dear Ben and Jerry,

It has been great over the years, but we’re through. You didn’t do anything wrong, it is me that has changed. I’ve been growing. I’m all done looking at a pint of ice cream and gaining ten pounds. It’s been real and it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun–my pants don’t fit.

I’ve found someone new.  Mr. Juicer.   No more hiding out in a closet for a quickie. I’m going green (and red, and orange, and purple) with frozen juice pops!   These cold, sweet treats are full of nutrients and fun.  Admit it, I get points for using nutrients and fun in the same sentence.

Pass the Pineapple, Cherry, & Orange

My new favorite summer treat to make is homemade frozen fruit juice pops. Throw in a big carrot for good measure. Get yourself a lean, mean juicing machine and create new combinations all you want, guilt free.

I have to thank my cousin, Sandy, for introducing us.  She told me Mr. Juicer was interested in experimenting and would work with the touch of a button.   Now I make my own Cherry Garcia using my own cherries from the trees on our farm.  Our side yard has a mature grape vine that is loaded with seedless green grapes.  The strawberries and raspberries have already come in.   My pear tree is producing and I see blueberry bushes in my future this fall.

Just looking at these pops gets me excited.  “I’ll take two.”

Crime Stoppers

The Evidence

Using my stealth powers of logic, deduction and reasoning the perpetrator of this crime has been discovered and has been sentenced to death by Patoomba should he attempt to desecrate another towel.

Since only two of us live in this home and one of us, namely ME, would NEVER touch “the good towels” in the bathroom, it was elementary, my dear Watson.

I left for one day and wham…the towel snatcher struck. According to FBI pro-filers, he subconsciously wanted to be caught…hence the heap on the floor.

Trust me, ladies, I nipped this in the bud.

Criminal Minds

Previously on “The Painted Post”

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INSTANDITY

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/instandity.html

BIG NASTY AND THE TURD

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-nasty-and-turd.html

VETERANS DAY CELEBRATED IN A UNIQUE WAY

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day-celebrated-in-unique-way.html

THE CHICKEN CAME FIRST

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/chicken-came-first.html

PEARLS BEFORE SWINE

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/pearls-and-swine.html

LETS DISH

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-dish.html

THE PIG WHISPERER

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/pig-whisperer.html

HAMMERTIME

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/hammer-time.html

E-I-E-I-O

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-i-e-i-o.html

DE-VINELY DELICIOUS

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-vinely-delicious.html

30 YEARS HOPES AND FEARS

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/30-years-hopes-and-fears.html

THE PEEPING TOM

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2012/01/peeping-tom.html

STADIUM PRETZELS

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2012/01/stadium-pretzels.html

LOSE YOURSELF

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2012/01/lose-yourself.html

PINK EYE

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/pink-eye.html

KNURT IS TRUNK SPELLED BACKWARDS

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/trunktastic.html

A REGULAR OUTLAW

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2011/12/regular-outlaw.html

MY HYPOTHALAMUS NEEDS TO DIE

http://thepaintedpost.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-hypothalamus-needs-to-die.html

The WalkyDog

Cock a Doodle Doo

Daybreak and those damn chattering squirrels and tweety birds wake Remi up. She then stands over me, her morning breath inches from my face, until my inner self becomes aware that there’s a stalker staring at me in bed. I reach over and close the curtains in the Hen House with the hope that my camping partner will take a hint and GO LAY DOWN. 30 seconds later: Round two.

Remi starts pawing the blankets and nosing my forearms to pet her. I give her a few reluctant, half-hearted pats. I look around and find her rawhide bone and flip it at her. She’s not having it. Miss Relentless starts bringing me toys and shoving her cold, wet nose into my ear as I try and roll over. When all else fails, she literally starts sitting on top of my head. Fine. I get up, put on my pants, socks, shoes and let her out on her line. That gives me time for a spritz and a little make up. I brush my hair and teeth (with different brushes) and we are ready for another day in paradise, camping up north, exploring the timber trails.

Squirrel Heaven

Only next time I’m set on Revenge. The WalkyDog® dog bike leash lets you safely take your dog with you on bike rides. Their ad sounds promising: “Now you can bring your best buddy along for a bike ride and maintain control. It puts you in control – not your dog.” watch?v=qNW4AtiFgTE&feature=relmfu%22%20title=%22WalkyDog%20Bike%20Leash

My plan was only half baked. Next I needed a bike. After snearching around on mysimon.com and settling on a FOLDING (!!) pedal assist electric bike for two tracking and exploring, my mind’s eye flashed back to my great-Grandma Place who retired to Florida and rode around in the 1970′s on a three wheeled bike with a big metal basket. She would have given her false teeth for peddle assist!

Remi has no idea what is in store for her on our next trip. We are headed to Tahquamenon Falls State Park with the WalkyDog and the Bike. (insert evil grin) I can’t wait to hear the chitter of those buck toothed rascals in the morning. Sure squirrels are cute–after 10 a.m. Once the dog starts the morning shenanigans, she is getting a WalkyDog whip-tail. The bike goes 40 miles on every charge.

Afterwards, I’ll set the kickstand and grab me a nice cold one out of the fridge and sit in peace on my favorite chair, reading a book while the sun continues to crest above and the air warms in its rays! I might even set out a few peanuts.

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