tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68464134675725215972024-02-07T15:07:39.240-05:00Cookies for a CureRaising money to cure polycystic kidney diseaseRuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-47888552218548568072012-10-16T20:40:00.001-04:002012-10-16T20:40:05.841-04:00TestingI'm trying out a new blogging app. Is this thing on?
RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-12476577286931522072007-10-31T16:31:00.000-04:002007-10-31T16:48:19.758-04:00To Everything, There Is A Season,and the season is winding down on Cookies for a Cure. This was conceived as a fundraising blog, a motivation and tracking tool for me, and it has been a blast. But as I retire (again) from fundraising, it feels like Cookies for a Cure has run its course.However! I discovered something surprising over the last few months. I found that I like blogs, I like a lot of bloggers, and I like bloggingRuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-37402352411749609502007-10-31T10:49:00.001-04:002007-10-31T10:51:16.235-04:00Global Warming, Part DeuxI'm sorely tempted to hand out cherry tomatoes to the trick-or-treaters.RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-2158223863419990602007-10-30T17:27:00.000-04:002007-10-31T16:48:45.725-04:00...Come Hear the Music Play; or, Wherein Garrick Learns the Value of a Good Running GagBy rights the mayhem of actually getting ready for the Cabaret should have put me into a coma, but adrenaline's a funny thing. We had about one hour at home to shove food into the kids, shower, and dress before returning to the Players Club, and we made it with time to spare.(This is where I brag about how smart I was to have dragged Michael over the bridge from New Jersey very early in our RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-39426711381127338022007-10-29T09:35:00.000-04:002007-10-29T09:50:39.749-04:00Can I Have A Do-Over?Pop quiz: what is the least welcome on a Monday morning?a) Waking up to house temps of 62* due to a wonky furnace thermostatb) Arriving at your office and promptly spilling your cup of tea all over your deskc) Feeling the beginning of a urinary tract infection coming ond) All of the above.Happy Monday, all -- I hope you're off to a better start than me this morning!RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-90789071963271277252007-10-18T13:11:00.000-04:002007-10-18T13:14:06.917-04:00I Need A HugIt's health care open enrollment time at Michael's Big Corporate Job, and they have ditched all of their no-deductible plans in favor of weird deductible/health savings plan/consumer driven hybrid nonsense. I've been reading the material for over an hour and I still don't know how much it's likely to cost us to insure Michael and the kids for 2008.Hold me.RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-14732667333140812492007-10-17T17:46:00.000-04:002007-10-17T17:47:17.537-04:00What Good Is Sitting Alone In Your Room?....Michael and his ladies. Teddie is on the right; Donna is on the left. Donna and Michael have played a married couple on stage many many times. I wish I had her legs.**************************It's been over a month since the cabaret. How on earth have I been spending my time?....I went to a liver doctorand had some blood work doneand it was all fine (so we don't know why I'm slightly RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-65585240300525925042007-10-09T19:17:00.000-04:002007-10-09T19:22:29.142-04:00Paging Rush LimbaughFurther proof of global warming -- look what came out of my garden tonight. Dudes, it's OCTOBER.I'm making tomato bisque tonight. It's a poor substitute for The Clooney, but I'm still waiting to hear back from our babysitter and a girl must take comfort where she can.RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-67372453424413913902007-10-05T14:06:00.000-04:002007-10-05T14:08:33.189-04:00Oh, George.Me likey.Me need babysitter.RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-75892887621045988382007-10-01T13:31:00.000-04:002007-10-01T13:31:43.300-04:00Slip Slidin' Away -- Bonus Baking Episode!My older brother's birthday is September 1, and as has become something of a custom, we twinned in a family celebration with a Labor Day weekend get-together. Baking is a must, of course, and I was keen to try the Many-Layered Lemon Cake from the Olive's Dessert Table by Paige Retus. My dear friend Wolvie speaks very highly of this cake, which is good enough for me (and should be good enough RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-47845370725527104662007-09-22T16:02:00.000-04:002007-09-22T16:18:28.251-04:00Week EightI am so far behind I may never catch up, and @#$%^&* Blogger just ate my text for this stinkin' post! I am shouting very naughty words at the top of my voice, which is not very loud because I'm recovering from a cold. There is no justice. Also, ouch.Week Eight was a very long time ago. I over baked most egregiously, apparently afraid I'd run out of stuff (who remembers?). We had Cinnamon RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-25425010086152464852007-09-21T14:14:00.000-04:002007-09-30T10:13:48.374-04:00My GrandmotherMildred MammanoMarch 1918 - September 2007RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-83081985815129028562007-09-12T19:14:00.000-04:002007-09-28T09:51:49.174-04:00Strike That, Reverse ItThis is just a quickie, as I am out of town for a few days (in Chicago! Studying pastry with Chef Norman Love at the French Pastry School! Yes, taking lots of pictures! Yes, it's incredible and I never want to come home again!) and my #$%^&* hotel's internet has worked correctly approximately 5 minutes out of the 2 days I've been here, so I'm at the moment paying for internet access at a RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-73815574337739824852007-09-07T09:26:00.000-04:002007-09-07T11:51:27.313-04:00Fetch the Smelling Salts & TissuesWe have broken the $5,000 mark this week! Woo-hoo!Aaaaaand our fundraising cabaret performance is tomorrow. (How did that sneak up on us?) Michael has assembled a small but crackerjack group of performers (including our little munchkins) and an eclectic song list, and I have a feeling I'll be in a puddle of tears by the end of the evening. We've had some decent press for the cabaret in local RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-1764412970258852072007-09-05T16:56:00.000-04:002007-09-05T17:18:06.318-04:00My Mom RocksMy mom wrote poetry as a college student. After a hiatus of being married, raising kids, entering and then leaving the workforce, selling real estate and managing rental properties, and then being an almost-full-time grandkid babysitter, she got serious about writing poetry again a few years ago. Since then, she has been published in numerous small but prestigious poetry periodicals, including RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-3659938666121791742007-09-04T11:48:00.000-04:002007-09-04T11:49:13.710-04:00And It RainedWe made good time to the beach on Saturday, got the parrot dropped off just in time before the vet closed, and All Was Well. Dinner out, early to bed, and off to see the ocean on a gray and cloudy Sunday morning. It got windy and cold, which didn't much bother anyone. And then it started to rain.It rained Monday.It rained Tuesday.It rained Wednesday.We had to go home Wednesday night.We managed toRuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-3782716003982480252007-09-02T16:44:00.000-04:002007-09-02T16:52:49.226-04:00Week SevenI realized this week that the longer I stall, waiting for inspiration, the less inspired this post is likely to be. (Call it Fischer's Law of Inverse Inspiration.) So I resign myself to general lack of inspiration, in hopes of finally getting caught up before the end of the holiday weekend. (Wish me luck -- I still have not pulled the school clothes out of the closets to see what still fits. Ay RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-62572502790902095892007-08-29T16:47:00.001-04:002007-09-02T16:53:17.224-04:00InterludeGreetings! Sorry it's been so quiet here lately -- life has kept me BUSY since our return from the beach, and I often find myself running as fast as I can without moving an inch. Coming back from vacation stinks. But hey -- as of last Saturday, at least I'm not baking on deadline anymore...While I get my cr@p together to post on Weeks Seven and Eight (and the vacation! and the Cabaret, which is RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-85546000310566220362007-08-15T20:01:00.000-04:002007-08-15T17:32:32.472-04:00Week SixBetween my travels and Quin's ER visit, the baked offerings for Week Six were, of necessity, on the less ambitious side of the spectrum. In between rotating baking sheets and dialing Michael's cell phone on Friday night, I unfortunately did not have a hand free to take any process pictures, so this week's post will feel a little light.Before leaving town, I had mixed and refrigerated dough for RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-73407686028229485462007-08-13T13:56:00.000-04:002007-08-15T17:29:30.278-04:00Oops, P.S.We're leaving town for a few days at the beach on Saturday, right after the cookie sale. So much for never leaving town again, but at least this time I'll have the kids where I can keep an eye on them.Where can I find mesh beach shoes for the kids quickly in August?.......RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-45955973312322275582007-08-13T09:51:00.000-04:002007-08-14T15:22:50.631-04:00I'm Never Leaving Town AgainIt should have been a restful break from the routine, a quiet few days of early bedtimes and deep breathing. Sitting in a seminar by day, catching up on work by evening. Spending just a little time being calm and still. I had prepped for the Saturday sale earlier in the week by mixing dough and sticking it the fridge, so I would get home Friday evening and spend mere minutes baking off the RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-56225130814968292752007-08-05T20:57:00.000-04:002007-08-07T12:53:56.254-04:00Week FiveWeek Five was notable for two reasons: the Co-Op's patio was hotter than the surface of the sun, and we got what I refer to (with tongue firmly in cheek) as our first catering gig.[There are only 3 more weeks of the baking project, and I am vacillating wildly between regretful advance-nostalgia and overwhelming relief. For I have loved the baking and the selling and the community of it all, RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-33317418304087019172007-08-02T12:47:00.000-04:002007-08-02T12:48:29.270-04:00In a NutshellBob from Team Teddy Bear says it best. Check it out, and get motivated!RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-59289906555130400322007-07-31T16:04:00.000-04:002007-07-31T19:20:10.195-04:00Death by ZucchiniWith all the baking and fundraising and whatnot, my gardening time has been pretty scarce this summer. Luckily, we've had sufficient rain at convenient intervals, and I haven't had to water (much). Therefore, my garden attention has been limited to thrice-weekly tomato picking and once-weekly Swiss chard picking. The (!@*&#) bunnies munched the pole beans a few weeks back (hence no beans to pick)RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846413467572521597.post-3585018842013493932007-07-29T18:25:00.000-04:002007-07-31T16:04:52.054-04:00Week Four -- My Head Is Still Spinning!So you remember those photos of my living room from from mid-last-week? That was nothing. Guess what it looked like by 8pm Friday. It started on my cell phone at about 5:15 ("Do you mind if I bring some stuff over this evening? Is it too late?"), continued with messages on the home voice mail and live calls during dinner prep, and finished up with neighbors dropping by en practical mass up RuthWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00022925821891020061noreply@blogger.com4