Creamy, Smooth, Delicous, Fresh, Homemade Strawberry Ice Cream

I have wonderful friends!! They got me an ice cream maker for my birthday. A nifty old style (well, electric) ice cream machine. Sunday it got fired up.

I had my dad dig up my grandma Mildred's old recipies. My husband and I bought fresh strawberries and all the necessary ingredients (i.e. lots of sugar and lots of cream). We followed the recipie and lo & behold, much to my hearts content......
......Creamy, Smooth, Sweet, Tart, Fresh, Soft, Churned, Strawberry Goodness!!!

Survival!!!!

Ok....so I survived once again & unscathed!! I surfaced early Sunday morning only to duck back behind the comforting darkness of my eyelids again. So around 48 hours after the madness ended I was finally up and running...slowly.

Despite all madness I love my kids (my youth group). I love to see God working in thier lives and touching thier hearts. I love to watch them grow. I love that I have been trusted to help them on thier way.....(even if it is 3am!) But don't tell them that.

After all I do have a reputation to uphold!

Caution: Red Text

You know. I'm not that old, but the prospect of staying up all night with a bunch of high schoolers right after the last day of school doesn't appeal to me. Constant corralling, authority challenges, demanded, yet depleted energy, sound reverberating off the walls, other "know-it-all" staff members and all after a day's work and...with NO combat pay. I can see it now...10:30 rolls around and I run for Starbucks.....by midnight, Rockstars.....by 2...
...Well, I think I'll be waylaid by then.

I simply have two words: oh, joy.



Precautionary Statement: DON'T even THINK about calling, rousing, talking, whispering, or others wise knowing I exist on Saturday!