There is something in me that loves to do things for my family. To make days special. And so of course on this amazing day of our Christ's birth, I have been up early baking and cooking an amazing dinner for my family.
Up at 3 am to prep the turkey, which is now roasting, making the house smell amazing.
Next, at 5, the dough was begun for the rolls, which are finally in the oven. Cloverleaf rolls, in honor of my mother, who made them for every holiday. I can only hope that they are half as light and amazing as hers.
Sweet potatoes are boiling, to be mashed for souffle, potatoes are peeled and ready for cooking/mashing, and the cranberry relish is made.
Only thing left this morning is to prepare the stuffing. Mom's stuffing, of course.
I have loved being up, with cheesy Christmas movies on, the fireplace rolling, and a cup of good coffee to keep me company. The family is sleeping, and the time is mine. Soon I'll be setting the table, and pulling out serving dishes, and lighting the candles, to enjoy the afternoon with those I love.
I am so thankful this day, this day that we celebrate our Savior's birth, for all of God's Blessings.
Merry Christmas Everyone, and God Bless You.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
all in perspective
Went to visit my dad today.
A little frame of reference.
It never gets easier. Knowing that as soon as I leave that floor, through the locking door, he has no recollection that I was even there. But the visits are for me. At 42, it's so hard not having "parents" anymore. Mom has been gone for over 6 years, and dad has had severe dimentia since. Since age 36, I've been on my own, with the help of a couple of my older sisters. It's weird, but it's my normal. I don't know anything else.
So today my DH and I went to visit dad. It's been a few months, something I'm not proud of. But as I said, he doesn't remember when I do come. But the visits are special when we're there.
Today we did a lot of chatting about Iron Belt, WI, his home town, and Hurley, Ironwood, and other areas of the UP. I got to tell him that we'd been there for a playoff game, etc. He asks a lot of the same questions over and over, and offers the same comments over and over, but it's still good to see him.
Every once in awhile, he asks about mom. And I remind him that she's gone. And he asks what happened, and I explain.
Part of today's conversation:
Dad: "I am trying to figure out where to live."
Me: "You live here now, dad."
Dad: "What is this place?"
Me:"It's the King Veteran's Home. You live here."
Dad: (Hard of hearing AND dimentia) "This is my home? (looking around, smiling, at the expansive common area). Pretty nice!"
It was so cute. He thought he was living in a big fancy house. ANd that made him happy. And when he's happy, that makes me happy, no matter how confused he may get. What matters is that he's taken care of, in a good place, happy and content. And that he is.
A little frame of reference.
- He has severe dimentia. Has for years.
- He currently resides at the Veterans Home in King, WI, an AMAZING place that makes him feel very happy and comfortable. He is very well taken care of there, despite his dimentia.
- Some days he knows who I am, and will ask questions about my family, job, etc.
- Other times, he asks very generic questions, and I know that it is because he really has no idea who I am, and he is just being polite.
It never gets easier. Knowing that as soon as I leave that floor, through the locking door, he has no recollection that I was even there. But the visits are for me. At 42, it's so hard not having "parents" anymore. Mom has been gone for over 6 years, and dad has had severe dimentia since. Since age 36, I've been on my own, with the help of a couple of my older sisters. It's weird, but it's my normal. I don't know anything else.
So today my DH and I went to visit dad. It's been a few months, something I'm not proud of. But as I said, he doesn't remember when I do come. But the visits are special when we're there.
Today we did a lot of chatting about Iron Belt, WI, his home town, and Hurley, Ironwood, and other areas of the UP. I got to tell him that we'd been there for a playoff game, etc. He asks a lot of the same questions over and over, and offers the same comments over and over, but it's still good to see him.
Every once in awhile, he asks about mom. And I remind him that she's gone. And he asks what happened, and I explain.
Part of today's conversation:
Dad: "I am trying to figure out where to live."
Me: "You live here now, dad."
Dad: "What is this place?"
Me:"It's the King Veteran's Home. You live here."
Dad: (Hard of hearing AND dimentia) "This is my home? (looking around, smiling, at the expansive common area). Pretty nice!"
It was so cute. He thought he was living in a big fancy house. ANd that made him happy. And when he's happy, that makes me happy, no matter how confused he may get. What matters is that he's taken care of, in a good place, happy and content. And that he is.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
a few of my favorite things....
I am SUCH a Christmas sap. I just love how this holiday feels.... people giving to others, thinking of others....doing as Jesus would have us do - ALL YEAR LONG. There are so many things I love about this time of year...so here are a few of my favorite things.... (true Christmas officianados hummed that last line!)
Merry Christmas and God Bless!
- watching sappy holiday movies on tv
- baking and giving away treats for others to enjoy
- finding the perfect gifts and watching loved ones open them
- the fireplace
- snow on the ground, and the glow of holiday lights in the snow
- getting Christmas cards, updates of friends, and pictures
- eggnog, and hot cocoa, and Tom and Jerry's, and spiced cider
- the smell of balsam trees
- Christmas programs with little children singing
- going to the woods, cutting down our tree, and dragging it out
- mistletoe
- the Christmas service at church
Merry Christmas and God Bless!
Friday, December 14, 2012
no words....
I was online this morning looking for a recipe when a blurb on the screen said there was a shooting. in an elementary school. in connecticut.
So I turned on the television.
Early on, there were three hurt, and the gunman dead. But then the day went on, and the numbers started rising. Horribly rising. To now, where there are 20 children and 6 staff dead at the school, as well as the shooter, and another adult deceased at a different site. 28 people, almost all children under the age 11, dead at the hand of a single man.
How does someone turn a gun on innocent little children?
There are no words to express my deep, deep sympathy to all involved in this tragedy, both survivors and families of the deceased. I cannot say or do anything to ease the pain.
I pray to God today - for the families and victims, that they find comfort in their Faith. I pray for our society, that we bring God back into our daily lives, getting back to living life as God would have us live. And I say a prayer of thanksgiving - for all of the heroes that we will begin to hear about - that protected some of the children.
There are no words to describe how I feel today. There is a pit in my stomach. There is an ache in my heart. And tears in my eyes. A deep, deep sadness fills my soul today.
God Bless the people of Newtown, CT. May God be with you in the coming days....
So I turned on the television.
Early on, there were three hurt, and the gunman dead. But then the day went on, and the numbers started rising. Horribly rising. To now, where there are 20 children and 6 staff dead at the school, as well as the shooter, and another adult deceased at a different site. 28 people, almost all children under the age 11, dead at the hand of a single man.
How does someone turn a gun on innocent little children?
There are no words to express my deep, deep sympathy to all involved in this tragedy, both survivors and families of the deceased. I cannot say or do anything to ease the pain.
I pray to God today - for the families and victims, that they find comfort in their Faith. I pray for our society, that we bring God back into our daily lives, getting back to living life as God would have us live. And I say a prayer of thanksgiving - for all of the heroes that we will begin to hear about - that protected some of the children.
There are no words to describe how I feel today. There is a pit in my stomach. There is an ache in my heart. And tears in my eyes. A deep, deep sadness fills my soul today.
God Bless the people of Newtown, CT. May God be with you in the coming days....
Sunday, December 9, 2012
More freezer cooking!
Today was another freezer cooking day. For under 50$, and 4 hours of work, I put 2 meals of Tequila-Lime chicken, 2 meals of Mozzarella Stuffed Meatballs, 1 meal of Sweet Asian Chicken, 2 meals of meatless manicotti, 4 sides of rice pilaf, and 2 sides of garlic mashed potatoes in my freezer. I know that people claim they don't have time for this, but the time I save far outweighs the time I spend.
It takes organization. And planning. But I was able to spend about an hour picking recipes and writing the shopping list, a half hour in the store, and 4 hours prepping and cooking. But the 4 hours included a lot of girlfriend time, so I am sure it could have gone even faster. And now I have seven main courses and six side dishes in my freezer. Yeah for me!
Tonight during commercial breaks and half time of the Packer game, I've prepped one kind of cooking (dough needs to freeze before slicing and baking), and made one candy. Again, it's not a ton - but every bit helps.
The key is to bite off little chunks of projects. Fit them in. If I can fit one candy/cookie in each day this week - I'll have my holiday baking done with a week to spare. And honestly, my attitude is just this: I'll get done what I get done!
People comment all the time about how much I get done. It's about organizing - and using those little bits of time that seem to be lost. That's all it is!
It takes organization. And planning. But I was able to spend about an hour picking recipes and writing the shopping list, a half hour in the store, and 4 hours prepping and cooking. But the 4 hours included a lot of girlfriend time, so I am sure it could have gone even faster. And now I have seven main courses and six side dishes in my freezer. Yeah for me!
Tonight during commercial breaks and half time of the Packer game, I've prepped one kind of cooking (dough needs to freeze before slicing and baking), and made one candy. Again, it's not a ton - but every bit helps.
The key is to bite off little chunks of projects. Fit them in. If I can fit one candy/cookie in each day this week - I'll have my holiday baking done with a week to spare. And honestly, my attitude is just this: I'll get done what I get done!
People comment all the time about how much I get done. It's about organizing - and using those little bits of time that seem to be lost. That's all it is!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
check!
My life has been CRAZY for the last few months. Ok, it's crazy most of the time. But it's been REALLY crazy as of late.
The craziness culminated with my annual craft sale this last weekend. Two days of people in and out of the house, after weeks of prepping - cleaning - crafting - - - - -
So having these last three days free has been such a gift. I've been able to get the house back to normal, some Christmas decorating done, some baking done, bird feeders filled and bird treats hung, and TONS of things off my looming list of things to do. Things that I've been putting off for WEEKS. Little things -
So I'm writing up a list. I don't do it often, but there is something to be said for being able to physically check something off of a list. Here we go.
garbage out.... CHECK
basketball articles submitted..... CHECK
finish Bible Study .... CHECK
finish cookies and cream cups ..... CHECK
create and order Christmas card
put dry dishes away... CHECK
send card to Tyler
laundry.... CHECK
Seems like a lot - but I'll do what I can get done. It will be GOOD to check some things off this list! Here's to being thankful for the time to do these things. In the comfort of my home, with the fireplace going and coffee hot and fresh.
being thankful..... CHECK!
The craziness culminated with my annual craft sale this last weekend. Two days of people in and out of the house, after weeks of prepping - cleaning - crafting - - - - -
So having these last three days free has been such a gift. I've been able to get the house back to normal, some Christmas decorating done, some baking done, bird feeders filled and bird treats hung, and TONS of things off my looming list of things to do. Things that I've been putting off for WEEKS. Little things -
So I'm writing up a list. I don't do it often, but there is something to be said for being able to physically check something off of a list. Here we go.
garbage out.... CHECK
basketball articles submitted..... CHECK
finish Bible Study .... CHECK
finish cookies and cream cups ..... CHECK
create and order Christmas card
put dry dishes away... CHECK
send card to Tyler
laundry.... CHECK
Seems like a lot - but I'll do what I can get done. It will be GOOD to check some things off this list! Here's to being thankful for the time to do these things. In the comfort of my home, with the fireplace going and coffee hot and fresh.
being thankful..... CHECK!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
"one more thing"
Started this day looking forward to my Sunday rituals. Couldn't wait to get to church. For my loyal readers, you know just how much I need Sunday church to renew my spirit, set me up for the week. I love my church family as just that, family. So I love getting to check in with them every week.
And today started out the same!
Before the service, we were joking with Pastor T about the length of his sermon, etc. like we do every Sunday. He went back to his office shaking his head and smiling. Ah, the beginning of another amazing Sunday.
Pastor started out the morning with lengthy announcements...of pancake dinners, and holiday events, thanking people for service, etc.
and then there was a pause...
he added "one more thing"
He's received a call. To another church. He has until Christmas to decide. And we should feel free to stop by and talk to him about it.
It is hard to even write about this right now, being so fresh. I cried through the entire service. And I've cried with two other members of our congregation, as well as one woman who heard the news on the radio.
While he has not told of his choice either way, in my heart, I feel he is going, and it is devastating. Pastor T is the Faith head of our congregation. Father. Leader. and most of all Friend. There are so many of us that only transferred into the congregation after he arrived. There are so many things...
His sermons are amazing. He has such a gift. I feel every week that he is speaking just to me.
Our children LOVE him. He makes them feel at home. Recently, he went to the funeral of a mother of a friend. His being there meant the world to their young son, who at his young age, sees Pastor T as family. My daughter has already told him before that no matter where she gets married, HE is to come to do the service.
My son has an especially close relationship with Pastor T. And it hurts to think that this important male figure may move out of his life... I know that my son has learned so much from him, and been influenced by him. I just hope it doesn't have to end.
And his wife. I cannot even begin to talk about what she means to me....
I have been part of congregations that have lost pastors before. And I've never been affected this way before. He is so much more than a Pastor. I honestly cannot even imagine our church without him.
Being a Christian, I know that it is out of my hands. It is God's plan, which ever way it goes. But it doesn't change the incredible loss I already feel, not even knowing if he is leaving. While I am giving it up to God, my heart continues to ache.
And today started out the same!
Before the service, we were joking with Pastor T about the length of his sermon, etc. like we do every Sunday. He went back to his office shaking his head and smiling. Ah, the beginning of another amazing Sunday.
Pastor started out the morning with lengthy announcements...of pancake dinners, and holiday events, thanking people for service, etc.
and then there was a pause...
he added "one more thing"
He's received a call. To another church. He has until Christmas to decide. And we should feel free to stop by and talk to him about it.
It is hard to even write about this right now, being so fresh. I cried through the entire service. And I've cried with two other members of our congregation, as well as one woman who heard the news on the radio.
While he has not told of his choice either way, in my heart, I feel he is going, and it is devastating. Pastor T is the Faith head of our congregation. Father. Leader. and most of all Friend. There are so many of us that only transferred into the congregation after he arrived. There are so many things...
His sermons are amazing. He has such a gift. I feel every week that he is speaking just to me.
Our children LOVE him. He makes them feel at home. Recently, he went to the funeral of a mother of a friend. His being there meant the world to their young son, who at his young age, sees Pastor T as family. My daughter has already told him before that no matter where she gets married, HE is to come to do the service.
My son has an especially close relationship with Pastor T. And it hurts to think that this important male figure may move out of his life... I know that my son has learned so much from him, and been influenced by him. I just hope it doesn't have to end.
And his wife. I cannot even begin to talk about what she means to me....
I have been part of congregations that have lost pastors before. And I've never been affected this way before. He is so much more than a Pastor. I honestly cannot even imagine our church without him.
Being a Christian, I know that it is out of my hands. It is God's plan, which ever way it goes. But it doesn't change the incredible loss I already feel, not even knowing if he is leaving. While I am giving it up to God, my heart continues to ache.
Friday, November 30, 2012
my life as a crafter....
Yet another passion of mine is crafting. I'm not "that" crafter - that can do woodwork, or paint, or anything truly talented. But I love to craft, especially taking cast-off items and making them into treasures!
And pursuing this crafting side of me has been a wonderful by-product of my new life... I have TIME to craft. Which I love. And this weekend, we are having our 2nd annual holiday bazaar, where we "closet crafters" bring our goods together for a mini craft sale in my home.
It's nothing fancy, and nothing predictable. Because we are all just folks who enjoy the process involved in crafting, and this is a chance to show them off! So I've been busy - getting the house ready, and last minute crafting. The sale starts in the morning. And I'm so excited. Excited to see what my friends have made, and excited to see others excited to buy them!
This year I made Christmas cards, stationary sets, magnets, vintage button ornaments, bird seed treats, scrabble tile coasters, cotton crocheted dishcloths, and lots of yummy treats to eat. Tomorrow I'll have the Christmas music playing, coffee and cocoa on, and yummy treats to eat for all of our holiday shoppers. I cannot wait... And I'm already thinking about next year!
And pursuing this crafting side of me has been a wonderful by-product of my new life... I have TIME to craft. Which I love. And this weekend, we are having our 2nd annual holiday bazaar, where we "closet crafters" bring our goods together for a mini craft sale in my home.
It's nothing fancy, and nothing predictable. Because we are all just folks who enjoy the process involved in crafting, and this is a chance to show them off! So I've been busy - getting the house ready, and last minute crafting. The sale starts in the morning. And I'm so excited. Excited to see what my friends have made, and excited to see others excited to buy them!
This year I made Christmas cards, stationary sets, magnets, vintage button ornaments, bird seed treats, scrabble tile coasters, cotton crocheted dishcloths, and lots of yummy treats to eat. Tomorrow I'll have the Christmas music playing, coffee and cocoa on, and yummy treats to eat for all of our holiday shoppers. I cannot wait... And I'm already thinking about next year!
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
the early morning quiet
Woke up this morning at 4:30, went to check the fire and it was down to coals. So I put a few logs on, and decided to sit up and tend it.
There is something about the quiet morning. Fire crackling in the fireplace the only sound. Light from the flames dancing across the room... it's just beautiful. Only thing more beautiful would be a lit up Christmas tree (which we don't have up yet).
I've always loved mornings. Don't get me wrong - I love days when I have no agenda and I get to sleep in! But I love my quiet mornings. Up before everyone else, fresh coffee brewed...and on cold winter mornings the fireplace going...
I think that in today's world, we have too much noise. There is so much chaos. Our kids are in activities taking them every which direction, and we are always on the go. We are constantly bombarded, by social media, texting, and technology.
We don't take time to listen. To meditate. To pray.
We are constantly being over-stimulated with television, the internet, the radio, texting.
So I am putting this out there. This holiday season, I'm making a point to find my quiet. To turn off the stimulation. To breathe, and listen, and meditate, and pray. Shut down the chaos, if for only a few stolen moments while everyone else is sleeping.
I think it will be good for my soul. I know it will be good for my soul. Anyone with me?
There is something about the quiet morning. Fire crackling in the fireplace the only sound. Light from the flames dancing across the room... it's just beautiful. Only thing more beautiful would be a lit up Christmas tree (which we don't have up yet).
I've always loved mornings. Don't get me wrong - I love days when I have no agenda and I get to sleep in! But I love my quiet mornings. Up before everyone else, fresh coffee brewed...and on cold winter mornings the fireplace going...
I think that in today's world, we have too much noise. There is so much chaos. Our kids are in activities taking them every which direction, and we are always on the go. We are constantly bombarded, by social media, texting, and technology.
we are missing the quiet
We don't take time to listen. To meditate. To pray.
We are constantly being over-stimulated with television, the internet, the radio, texting.
So I am putting this out there. This holiday season, I'm making a point to find my quiet. To turn off the stimulation. To breathe, and listen, and meditate, and pray. Shut down the chaos, if for only a few stolen moments while everyone else is sleeping.
I think it will be good for my soul. I know it will be good for my soul. Anyone with me?
Monday, November 19, 2012
teaching
I am falling more and more in love with my new identity as a sub teacher. I so look forward to going in to school each day. I hope for more assignments.. And when I come home, I can't wait to tell the hubby about all that I got to teach that day. I feel much more part of the system, much more of a staff member, and am making new friends at school too.
The other day I got a call from a headhunter. Gave him my info, listened to his oppotunity, and hung up. When my hubby asked who it was, and I explained, he asked me (so matter-of-factly) "why do you keep pursuing new leads when you're SO happy doing what you're doing and you don't have to go back full time?" It was a "duh" moment - to be sure.
I'm not sure why I felt I needed to keep looking. We are fine monetarily. I am loving the part time status. I'm getting a few days a week, just perfect honestly. And I'm walking to work - we don't need another vehicle - saving on gas and insurance, etc. I walk to and from school, still getting exercise and getting healthier. Why WOULD I look for something different right now?
I get to work with kids. I get to try to help them understand things that they struggle with. I get to see that light bulb go on. When I walk into school, kids ask me who I'm subbing for - they say good morning - and ask me how I am.
I have had teachers and students alike thank me for teaching. Seriously. THANK me. How cool is that? Had students thank me for explaining (of all things) mole conversions in Chemistry. Love that I'm able to make a difference to someone. LOVE that.
What a crazy Blessing my life has turned into. CRAZY. And wonderful. Amazing. All goodness.
The other day I got a call from a headhunter. Gave him my info, listened to his oppotunity, and hung up. When my hubby asked who it was, and I explained, he asked me (so matter-of-factly) "why do you keep pursuing new leads when you're SO happy doing what you're doing and you don't have to go back full time?" It was a "duh" moment - to be sure.
I'm not sure why I felt I needed to keep looking. We are fine monetarily. I am loving the part time status. I'm getting a few days a week, just perfect honestly. And I'm walking to work - we don't need another vehicle - saving on gas and insurance, etc. I walk to and from school, still getting exercise and getting healthier. Why WOULD I look for something different right now?
I get to work with kids. I get to try to help them understand things that they struggle with. I get to see that light bulb go on. When I walk into school, kids ask me who I'm subbing for - they say good morning - and ask me how I am.
I have had teachers and students alike thank me for teaching. Seriously. THANK me. How cool is that? Had students thank me for explaining (of all things) mole conversions in Chemistry. Love that I'm able to make a difference to someone. LOVE that.
What a crazy Blessing my life has turned into. CRAZY. And wonderful. Amazing. All goodness.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
mama joy
Last night I got a voicemail from my daughter, currently a junior in college, and it was one of those mama joy moments, when you thank God for protecting and guiding your child...
Raising kids is TOUGH work. There is no question, and any parent will agree.
One of the hardest times is letting them go - to leave home, make their own decisions, etc. And then letting them struggle and fail....so that they learn, oh it is so hard. But it's part of what we do.
I saw at work last night that I had a missed call, and then a voicemail, so on my walk home, I listened, and it was from her. She just called to tell me that she had rocked her midterms, was working on a media kit for her PR class, and that she just wanted to let me know how confident she is in her choice - of major, of career path, and that she loves it.
wow
Seriously, how happy do you think that made me? To not only hear it, but to realize that SHE GETS it. She has found something she loves and is passionate about, and is pursuing it. and being successful. I don't know that there is a greater gift to a parent than to see/hear that.
I know that her path will have many more curves, and bumps, but I just feel that I've done something right, in that she sees how important it is to love what you are doing. Not to settle.
I am so proud of her right now. And so thankful to God, for continuing to guide and protect her while she makes these difficult decisions on her own.
Raising kids is TOUGH work. There is no question, and any parent will agree.
One of the hardest times is letting them go - to leave home, make their own decisions, etc. And then letting them struggle and fail....so that they learn, oh it is so hard. But it's part of what we do.
I saw at work last night that I had a missed call, and then a voicemail, so on my walk home, I listened, and it was from her. She just called to tell me that she had rocked her midterms, was working on a media kit for her PR class, and that she just wanted to let me know how confident she is in her choice - of major, of career path, and that she loves it.
wow
Seriously, how happy do you think that made me? To not only hear it, but to realize that SHE GETS it. She has found something she loves and is passionate about, and is pursuing it. and being successful. I don't know that there is a greater gift to a parent than to see/hear that.
I know that her path will have many more curves, and bumps, but I just feel that I've done something right, in that she sees how important it is to love what you are doing. Not to settle.
I am so proud of her right now. And so thankful to God, for continuing to guide and protect her while she makes these difficult decisions on her own.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Being strong in the storm
Have to love facebook. For all of it's quirky, goofy, and sometimes idiotic characteristics, it is also a place where I have reconnected with people - some of whom have again become integral parts of my life.
Today, one of those who has had a particularly trying few weeks, posted today that she is going to post something she is thankful for each day this month. And her first is being thankful for Jesus Christ. She is such an amazing woman. Over the last two years, I've seen her deal with horrible tragedy and loss, and her answer is always the same. She knows that God hands her what she needs, and what she can handle, and that He will get her through it all. And He does.
We often talk at Bible Study about how we don't know how people without Faith get through the hard times in life. Because we, as Christians, give our struggles up to God, and He gets us through. And my friend is such an example of that. Her strength is amazing. And she uses her Faith to help others also struggling.
Our East Coast right now is devastated by Sandy, and I pray for everyone out there - for strength, and patience, and that they all survive and rebuild. Our trials seem small in comparison to what they are all dealing with. I pray that they are able to turn to God to get through this. And the years to come, as the cleanup and rebuilding continues.
Today, one of those who has had a particularly trying few weeks, posted today that she is going to post something she is thankful for each day this month. And her first is being thankful for Jesus Christ. She is such an amazing woman. Over the last two years, I've seen her deal with horrible tragedy and loss, and her answer is always the same. She knows that God hands her what she needs, and what she can handle, and that He will get her through it all. And He does.
We often talk at Bible Study about how we don't know how people without Faith get through the hard times in life. Because we, as Christians, give our struggles up to God, and He gets us through. And my friend is such an example of that. Her strength is amazing. And she uses her Faith to help others also struggling.
Our East Coast right now is devastated by Sandy, and I pray for everyone out there - for strength, and patience, and that they all survive and rebuild. Our trials seem small in comparison to what they are all dealing with. I pray that they are able to turn to God to get through this. And the years to come, as the cleanup and rebuilding continues.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Saying goodbye to a wonderful man.
RIP Uncle Allen
Today brought a phone call that broke my heart. My closest uncle, my mother's brother, passed away yesterday at the nursing home where he'd resided for the last few years.
I'd like to say that I'd just seen him, had just spent time with him, but that isn't the case. The last few times I'd meant to see him, something always came up. And it was too easy to say "next time". So sadly, I hadn't seen my uncle in a long time. And I am so angry that I let myself lose that opportunity. But rather than dwell on my inadequacies...I want to talk about the amazing man that he was.
Allen Breheim was my mother's older brother. He and the love of his life never had children. So they were "that" uncle and aunt - who were always around to share holidays, and life moments. They were very much a piece of our lives growing up.
Uncle Allen was a positive, charismatic, and happy soul. He had an infectious laugh. I LOVED his laugh. And he had an unfailing Faith in Jesus Christ. Faith that set examples for so many around him. He was an incredibly giving person, always willing to help out. ALWAYS. He married the love of his life, only parting from her when she passed on first. They loved life - worked hard, and played hard - traveling all over the world together. I've never known a couple more crazy in love than them.
I honestly cannot think of a fault that he had. I say that sincerely. If my mother were alive, I'm SURE she'd have something to say - about something he did when they were growing up. But I honestly cannot think of one negative thing to say about him. NOT one.
I have a lot of amazing memories of my uncle, from early in my childhood on.
Growing up, we spent a lot of time with them. He and his wife had a huge garden, and I remember when we'd get the call - and mom and I would head over to help with processing. Sitting on the back deck shucking peas, pitting cherries on a board of nails he'd made for us, whatever the process was. We always did it together.
When my aunt and uncle still lived in my home town, they had an annual New Year's Day dinner. It was always a wonderful affair - with too much food, and lots of family.
There are sad memories too... I will always remember when my mother was dying. She was in a coma in CCU, and I didn't realize that my brother had called my uncle. They lived over an hour away, but had found a driver to bring them to the hospital. When I walked out of mom's room and saw his face, his grief and sadness, it broke my heart. He cared so much for everyone, that seeing his sister in that state tore him to pieces. I think it might have been the first time I've ever seen someone with a truly broken heart.
But one of the latest memories I have is of a conversation that he and I had when his wife had gotten ill. I had gone to the hospital to see her, and then stopped at the house and chatted with him before returning home. We just reminisced. About my mom, who had been gone several years. We laughed. I loved his laugh... And we cried. It was the only true one-on-one conversation I'd ever had with him, and I will cherish it, and the memory of it.
RIP Uncle Allen. I am so sorry that I didn't make those last visits... know that you have been someone I've always looked up to. I hope that some day I can make you as proud to call me family as I am to call you Uncle. See you some day again, will see you all some day.
Today brought a phone call that broke my heart. My closest uncle, my mother's brother, passed away yesterday at the nursing home where he'd resided for the last few years.
I'd like to say that I'd just seen him, had just spent time with him, but that isn't the case. The last few times I'd meant to see him, something always came up. And it was too easy to say "next time". So sadly, I hadn't seen my uncle in a long time. And I am so angry that I let myself lose that opportunity. But rather than dwell on my inadequacies...I want to talk about the amazing man that he was.
Allen Breheim was my mother's older brother. He and the love of his life never had children. So they were "that" uncle and aunt - who were always around to share holidays, and life moments. They were very much a piece of our lives growing up.
Uncle Allen was a positive, charismatic, and happy soul. He had an infectious laugh. I LOVED his laugh. And he had an unfailing Faith in Jesus Christ. Faith that set examples for so many around him. He was an incredibly giving person, always willing to help out. ALWAYS. He married the love of his life, only parting from her when she passed on first. They loved life - worked hard, and played hard - traveling all over the world together. I've never known a couple more crazy in love than them.
I honestly cannot think of a fault that he had. I say that sincerely. If my mother were alive, I'm SURE she'd have something to say - about something he did when they were growing up. But I honestly cannot think of one negative thing to say about him. NOT one.
We should all strive to be remembered like that.
To leave such a positive impact on the world around us.
I have a lot of amazing memories of my uncle, from early in my childhood on.
Growing up, we spent a lot of time with them. He and his wife had a huge garden, and I remember when we'd get the call - and mom and I would head over to help with processing. Sitting on the back deck shucking peas, pitting cherries on a board of nails he'd made for us, whatever the process was. We always did it together.
When my aunt and uncle still lived in my home town, they had an annual New Year's Day dinner. It was always a wonderful affair - with too much food, and lots of family.
There are sad memories too... I will always remember when my mother was dying. She was in a coma in CCU, and I didn't realize that my brother had called my uncle. They lived over an hour away, but had found a driver to bring them to the hospital. When I walked out of mom's room and saw his face, his grief and sadness, it broke my heart. He cared so much for everyone, that seeing his sister in that state tore him to pieces. I think it might have been the first time I've ever seen someone with a truly broken heart.
But one of the latest memories I have is of a conversation that he and I had when his wife had gotten ill. I had gone to the hospital to see her, and then stopped at the house and chatted with him before returning home. We just reminisced. About my mom, who had been gone several years. We laughed. I loved his laugh... And we cried. It was the only true one-on-one conversation I'd ever had with him, and I will cherish it, and the memory of it.
RIP Uncle Allen. I am so sorry that I didn't make those last visits... know that you have been someone I've always looked up to. I hope that some day I can make you as proud to call me family as I am to call you Uncle. See you some day again, will see you all some day.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
One year later... in retrospect
October 21st, 2011, was the first day of the rest of my life. It's very hard to believe it's been a year.
On October 20th, I left a company and job that had been part of my life for much of my adult life. It was the only life I'd known, as an adult. In upper management, I was in a fast forward life style, a true type -A, trying to not only run my department there, but balance life at home with my family and friends. And I was doing it. I thought. I had a 20 minute commute to and from work, worked on average 10 hour days, and was in a high stress level for most of those 10 hours.
Making the change to staying home, and working part time, has been one of the most difficult, yet most rewarding things I've ever done. A year later, my life is so different. I've spoken about living a "new normal" before, and that could not be more true than right now.
I am working part time at a small store here in town, helping with catering. And I also sub teach. So three or four days a week, I'm working. I work shorter days, and don't take any stress of the jobs home with me. Because I work in town, gone is the 20 minute drive to and from work. We have downsized by one vehicle, and I walk everywhere I need to go here. We live in a small town, so walking is absolutely feasible. So where I used to have a 20 minute drive, I now have a 15 minute walk.Thanks to less stress and walking everywhere, I am down 41 pounds and feeling better than I have in years.
I had a huge garden this year, and canned dozens of jars of food for the winter - applesauce, grape and cranberry juices, tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, salsa, and more. I froze veggies and fruits also - filling our freezer with amazing produce to enjoy this winter. I am cooking real meals for my family, as well as for several of my friends - using fresh ingredients, making everything from scratch. I have learned to make bread from scratch. (Still a lot to learn, but I'm no longer afraid!).
I joined the LWML at church, and spend more time there. I also was able to spend some time volunteering for CMN and for our parents group through the sports at school (writing articles, feeding the kids.) I do feel I need to do more, and this morning at church felt God was talking to me about it.
Most of all, our entire family has changed. While there have been many things we've had to change - we found that most of those changes were wasteful things we didn't need. We spend less, and we have more. More time together. More quality time. We are all happier. I love being able to cook for my boys, and make sure they have real food for lunch. I love creating quality family time. I love being able to spend a day visiting my amazing daughter. I love having family holidays and events.
In the last year, I've applied for a couple of jobs, but didn't get them. I'm not sure that I at this point want to go back to work in a high stress situation. I have really enjoyed downsizing my life, simplifying, and getting back to basics.
I know there are so many who are shocked at what I "threw away" when I left my job. The money, the prestige, and the benefits. But I also threw away the stress, and am giving back to my family in ways that a working mother rarely can. For the first 6 months after leaving, I didn't work at all. And we learned to live on a lot less. I don't know that we truly want for anything. Sure, I'd have a Kindle, and a smart phone, and maybe a nicer tv and clothes. But none of those things would make me any happier than I am right now.
I don't know that I expected to be working part time when I left my job. We really didn't know what the plan was, just that it was something different. I am so Blessed to be able to do this. I've been doing a lot of introspection this last week, as the impending "anniversary" approached. Time to take stock, of what worked, and what didn't, in this last year.
Most of all, the decision to change my life, to take control of my life, brought me happiness. Happineess I had not known for several years. Gone are the days of feeling obligated. Obligated to do what others expect me to do. I am happy to report that I make decisions on my life now. Decisions that make the best sense for my family and those I love. Most importantly, I need to make sure that happiness is the motivator for all that we do.
I have ideas. Not sure where they will take me. But I have ideas. Ideas I never thought I'd have. Wish me luck. We'll see you in another year, and see where I am at. For now, I'm happy to be here.
On October 20th, I left a company and job that had been part of my life for much of my adult life. It was the only life I'd known, as an adult. In upper management, I was in a fast forward life style, a true type -A, trying to not only run my department there, but balance life at home with my family and friends. And I was doing it. I thought. I had a 20 minute commute to and from work, worked on average 10 hour days, and was in a high stress level for most of those 10 hours.
Making the change to staying home, and working part time, has been one of the most difficult, yet most rewarding things I've ever done. A year later, my life is so different. I've spoken about living a "new normal" before, and that could not be more true than right now.
I am working part time at a small store here in town, helping with catering. And I also sub teach. So three or four days a week, I'm working. I work shorter days, and don't take any stress of the jobs home with me. Because I work in town, gone is the 20 minute drive to and from work. We have downsized by one vehicle, and I walk everywhere I need to go here. We live in a small town, so walking is absolutely feasible. So where I used to have a 20 minute drive, I now have a 15 minute walk.Thanks to less stress and walking everywhere, I am down 41 pounds and feeling better than I have in years.
I had a huge garden this year, and canned dozens of jars of food for the winter - applesauce, grape and cranberry juices, tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, salsa, and more. I froze veggies and fruits also - filling our freezer with amazing produce to enjoy this winter. I am cooking real meals for my family, as well as for several of my friends - using fresh ingredients, making everything from scratch. I have learned to make bread from scratch. (Still a lot to learn, but I'm no longer afraid!).
I joined the LWML at church, and spend more time there. I also was able to spend some time volunteering for CMN and for our parents group through the sports at school (writing articles, feeding the kids.) I do feel I need to do more, and this morning at church felt God was talking to me about it.
Most of all, our entire family has changed. While there have been many things we've had to change - we found that most of those changes were wasteful things we didn't need. We spend less, and we have more. More time together. More quality time. We are all happier. I love being able to cook for my boys, and make sure they have real food for lunch. I love creating quality family time. I love being able to spend a day visiting my amazing daughter. I love having family holidays and events.
In the last year, I've applied for a couple of jobs, but didn't get them. I'm not sure that I at this point want to go back to work in a high stress situation. I have really enjoyed downsizing my life, simplifying, and getting back to basics.
I know there are so many who are shocked at what I "threw away" when I left my job. The money, the prestige, and the benefits. But I also threw away the stress, and am giving back to my family in ways that a working mother rarely can. For the first 6 months after leaving, I didn't work at all. And we learned to live on a lot less. I don't know that we truly want for anything. Sure, I'd have a Kindle, and a smart phone, and maybe a nicer tv and clothes. But none of those things would make me any happier than I am right now.
I don't know that I expected to be working part time when I left my job. We really didn't know what the plan was, just that it was something different. I am so Blessed to be able to do this. I've been doing a lot of introspection this last week, as the impending "anniversary" approached. Time to take stock, of what worked, and what didn't, in this last year.
Most of all, the decision to change my life, to take control of my life, brought me happiness. Happineess I had not known for several years. Gone are the days of feeling obligated. Obligated to do what others expect me to do. I am happy to report that I make decisions on my life now. Decisions that make the best sense for my family and those I love. Most importantly, I need to make sure that happiness is the motivator for all that we do.
I have ideas. Not sure where they will take me. But I have ideas. Ideas I never thought I'd have. Wish me luck. We'll see you in another year, and see where I am at. For now, I'm happy to be here.
Monday, October 15, 2012
the smells of fall...
As my avid readers know, I am a walker. I walk to work, either at the store, or school. I walk to the library, the store, church, and everywhere in between here in our little town. (To some - I'm the crazy lady with the back pack)...
One of the perks is experiencing the walk. Enjoying the sun on my face. The cold, crisp air. And the smell... of fall.
I love the smell of fall. Of the fallen leaves, the wet earth. That smell takes me back to the woods - either the woods at our school forest - or the woods up north at the family cabin. Both powerful, wonderful memories that are triggered when I smell fall.
On the way home tonight, after a 10 hour day, my feet were hurting, and I was tired. But when I smelled fall, that all fell away. It didn't matter. It was all I needed as a reminder, to be thankful for the Blessings ALL around me.
God is so good.
One of the perks is experiencing the walk. Enjoying the sun on my face. The cold, crisp air. And the smell... of fall.
I love the smell of fall. Of the fallen leaves, the wet earth. That smell takes me back to the woods - either the woods at our school forest - or the woods up north at the family cabin. Both powerful, wonderful memories that are triggered when I smell fall.
On the way home tonight, after a 10 hour day, my feet were hurting, and I was tired. But when I smelled fall, that all fell away. It didn't matter. It was all I needed as a reminder, to be thankful for the Blessings ALL around me.
God is so good.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Raising children, hard work, but worth the rewards!
I love some of the conversations that come out of facebook. Today, I have several friends discussing parental guidance, and raising children.
I am extremely proud of both my children. My daughter, age 20, is off at college becoming her own woman. She is becoming a responsible, caring adult, and I am so proud. My son is 15, and is also maturing into an amazing human being. Today was one of those days when I realized just how amazing he is becoming.
This morning he had a couple of appointments to go to before heading to school. So we headed off for town, chatting about the upcoming homecoming festivities, bullying, books, and just about anything I could come up with. While walking into the clinic, my 15 yr old son automatically went ahead of me to get the door. every time. He waited for others to go before him in line at the counter. While waiting, he sat and read. We had breakfast in between appointments, and when I dropped him off at school, he thanked me again for breakfast.
For me, the hard work of raising children is paying off. In two amazing children, who both volunteer at various organizations. Not because they have to "log hours" for something, but because that is who they are. They let others go first. They open doors for others. They help people. Without thinking twice. They say please, and thank you.
And I love it all.
and them.
very much.
I am extremely proud of both my children. My daughter, age 20, is off at college becoming her own woman. She is becoming a responsible, caring adult, and I am so proud. My son is 15, and is also maturing into an amazing human being. Today was one of those days when I realized just how amazing he is becoming.
This morning he had a couple of appointments to go to before heading to school. So we headed off for town, chatting about the upcoming homecoming festivities, bullying, books, and just about anything I could come up with. While walking into the clinic, my 15 yr old son automatically went ahead of me to get the door. every time. He waited for others to go before him in line at the counter. While waiting, he sat and read. We had breakfast in between appointments, and when I dropped him off at school, he thanked me again for breakfast.
For me, the hard work of raising children is paying off. In two amazing children, who both volunteer at various organizations. Not because they have to "log hours" for something, but because that is who they are. They let others go first. They open doors for others. They help people. Without thinking twice. They say please, and thank you.
And I love it all.
and them.
very much.
Monday, October 1, 2012
favorite things of fall
There are so many things I love about fall.
this weekend, while hanging out laundry, I paused to listen to the falling leaves. what a beautiful sound....
the way the light shines through the colors of the trees...especially early in the fall, when there is more green than turned.
the sound of geese overhead
the smell og the woods
the chill in the air..
football, hot cocoa and Irish coffee, and camp fires
the sound of birds playing in the fallen leaves
what are your favorite things?
this weekend, while hanging out laundry, I paused to listen to the falling leaves. what a beautiful sound....
the way the light shines through the colors of the trees...especially early in the fall, when there is more green than turned.
the sound of geese overhead
the smell og the woods
the chill in the air..
football, hot cocoa and Irish coffee, and camp fires
the sound of birds playing in the fallen leaves
what are your favorite things?
Monday, September 24, 2012
life of a foodie on a beautiful fall day....
There is nothing like experiencing the seasons through the eyes of a foodie. In spring, the fresh peas, and greens, then all summer long with berries, summer squash, corn, and beans, oh....so good. Late summer brought me lots of tomatoes, and peppers, cabbage, apples, and squash.
This week's vegetable is cabbage, a big beautiful gift from a friend. So yesterday I found some cooked brown rice in the fridge, as well as some of my fresh tomato sauce (Italian style - with garlic, onion, carrot, and bell pepper). Added some ground beef (from our local farmer), an egg, and made the filling for cabbage rolls. Oh, they were wonderful.
Today I took the rest of the cabbage, sauteed it in butter with an onion, some paprika, salt, and pepper. Once it was soft, I added chicken stock, and let it simmer. Paired it with fresh out of the oven whole wheat bread, and my lunch was AMAZING.
The hubby just came home with a bag of apples from a local orchard, so the rest of the week I will make some apple pies, crisps, and sauce.
I just love the harvest.
This week's vegetable is cabbage, a big beautiful gift from a friend. So yesterday I found some cooked brown rice in the fridge, as well as some of my fresh tomato sauce (Italian style - with garlic, onion, carrot, and bell pepper). Added some ground beef (from our local farmer), an egg, and made the filling for cabbage rolls. Oh, they were wonderful.
Today I took the rest of the cabbage, sauteed it in butter with an onion, some paprika, salt, and pepper. Once it was soft, I added chicken stock, and let it simmer. Paired it with fresh out of the oven whole wheat bread, and my lunch was AMAZING.
The hubby just came home with a bag of apples from a local orchard, so the rest of the week I will make some apple pies, crisps, and sauce.
I just love the harvest.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
the crazy backpack lady....
One of the perks of giving up my high profile corporate job was the commute. I used to drive 20 miles to work. Now I walk 12 minutes.
I LOVE my walk to and from work. On days when I'm working all day, I even walk home for lunch and back. On short days, I get about 25 minutes of extra exercise and fresh air, and on long days - almost an hour! I get to see sunrises, and sunsets, and beautiful clouds. I clear my head, work my heart, and breathe.
I wear a black leather backpack, taking in it my calendar, wallet, etc., and using it in case I pick up any groceries to bring home.
So every day, I can be seen around town, walking to work (or to school, or the library...I walk everywhere!)
Yesterday at work there was an unfamiliar face in the store, asking questions. I chatted with her, talking about the store, about Pittsville, etc., and explained that I walked to work.
She exclaimed "do you wear a backpack??? I've SEEN you!"
It was then that I realized I had become that "crazy backpack lady" who walks everywhere.
Could be worse things I guess!
I LOVE my walk to and from work. On days when I'm working all day, I even walk home for lunch and back. On short days, I get about 25 minutes of extra exercise and fresh air, and on long days - almost an hour! I get to see sunrises, and sunsets, and beautiful clouds. I clear my head, work my heart, and breathe.
I wear a black leather backpack, taking in it my calendar, wallet, etc., and using it in case I pick up any groceries to bring home.
So every day, I can be seen around town, walking to work (or to school, or the library...I walk everywhere!)
Yesterday at work there was an unfamiliar face in the store, asking questions. I chatted with her, talking about the store, about Pittsville, etc., and explained that I walked to work.
She exclaimed "do you wear a backpack??? I've SEEN you!"
It was then that I realized I had become that "crazy backpack lady" who walks everywhere.
And it made me smile.
Could be worse things I guess!
Friday, September 21, 2012
absent....and being thankful.
I know that I've been absent, and for my faithful followers, I apologize! Life has been so hectic these last two weeks - with working a lot, football games, and canning all that amazing produce from my garden! I have several post ideas floating around, but all need photos, so they will come, sooner than later I hope!
This week I am so grateful for the beginning of a new year of Bible Study. The amazing group of (BS as we affectionately call ourselves!) ladies is so good for my soul. And we are brutally honest, discussing where we fall short, where we feel we can do better. I'm amazed at how open we all can be, showing a more vulnerable side of who we are, letting down those tough exteriors.
I have a lot of Blessings in my life, you are all aware. I am not quiet about being thankful for all that God Blesses me with. While I will not name these ladies, they know who they are, and I hope that they get as much from our weekly sessions as I do.
This week I am so grateful for the beginning of a new year of Bible Study. The amazing group of (BS as we affectionately call ourselves!) ladies is so good for my soul. And we are brutally honest, discussing where we fall short, where we feel we can do better. I'm amazed at how open we all can be, showing a more vulnerable side of who we are, letting down those tough exteriors.
I have a lot of Blessings in my life, you are all aware. I am not quiet about being thankful for all that God Blesses me with. While I will not name these ladies, they know who they are, and I hope that they get as much from our weekly sessions as I do.
Friday, August 31, 2012
the boys of fall....
I love football. I have always loved football. It all started as a young girl in the early 70's, watching the not-so-good Green Bay Packers on the black and white television in the basement of my parents' home. (Dad wouldn't watch them - and he got the color tv upstairs).
Then I started school - and a dear friend (a football player) - took the time in Junior High to EXPLAIN the game to me. He taught me what to watch - in various positions - that showed me what the players were going to be doing.
Throughout High School, I never missed a game. Same with College. While neither team was very good, I loved watching "my boys" play. Had very close friends on the team throughout my schooling, which only made me love it more.
I joked when my son was born in 1997, that I couldn't wait to have a son who played football. And THEN, when he started playing, I finally got my wish. I'd waited my whole life for a son to play football. Watching throughout those early years, I loved watching him change. Now, as a sophomore, he plays JV, and is doing great. Small school means he plays offense and defense, and this week, had a great first game of the season with a solo sack!
Tonight was a Varsity game, and while my son doesn't play Varsity yet, I just LOVE watching the games. The drive those boys have, the heart.... and it didn't hurt to have a 50-21 victory, either....
Tonight we watched the boys under a beautiful sky, a Blue Moon none-the-less, and as the chill came through the air, I breathed it in.
I love this time of year.
I love the game of football.
I love my boys of fall....
Then I started school - and a dear friend (a football player) - took the time in Junior High to EXPLAIN the game to me. He taught me what to watch - in various positions - that showed me what the players were going to be doing.
Throughout High School, I never missed a game. Same with College. While neither team was very good, I loved watching "my boys" play. Had very close friends on the team throughout my schooling, which only made me love it more.
I joked when my son was born in 1997, that I couldn't wait to have a son who played football. And THEN, when he started playing, I finally got my wish. I'd waited my whole life for a son to play football. Watching throughout those early years, I loved watching him change. Now, as a sophomore, he plays JV, and is doing great. Small school means he plays offense and defense, and this week, had a great first game of the season with a solo sack!
Tonight was a Varsity game, and while my son doesn't play Varsity yet, I just LOVE watching the games. The drive those boys have, the heart.... and it didn't hurt to have a 50-21 victory, either....
Tonight we watched the boys under a beautiful sky, a Blue Moon none-the-less, and as the chill came through the air, I breathed it in.
I love this time of year.
I love the game of football.
I love my boys of fall....
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
simple pleasures
I've been working about 30 hours a week, and am trying to get back to the "working mom" mentality, still providing for my family but not going crazy. Yesterday was a 10 hour day, grueling, on my feet, and bustling all day. I walk to and from work, so the walk home was the last thing I wanted after that long on my legs... but I walked.
Not knowing what to make for dinner (I'd be arriving home at 6:30), I was frustrated before even walking in the door, knowing that I'd been slacking in planning meals, having worked my fifth day in a row...
I opened the door to the kitchen to find my darling husband at the stove, making mashed potatoes and boiled sweet corn.
understand what this meant to me.
The sweet corn was a gift from my in-laws, who had purchased some from a local Amish farm. The corn in general this year has not been good. Due to drought, it's been dimpled, touch, and really not that sweet.
BUT THIS SWEET CORN...
IT was another story.
It was the true, tender, ultra sweet treat that we normally enjoy here in central Wisconsin. The first truly sweet sweet corn we've had this year. Tender, beautiful sweet corn that made all the troubles of the day melt away.
For those of you who have never eaten fresh picked sweet corn, you will not understand. But it is truly heaven-sent.
And it was those little things - not having to make dinner, and enjoying the amazing taste of summer, that made a not-so-wonderful day turn into a wonderful evening.
Not knowing what to make for dinner (I'd be arriving home at 6:30), I was frustrated before even walking in the door, knowing that I'd been slacking in planning meals, having worked my fifth day in a row...
I opened the door to the kitchen to find my darling husband at the stove, making mashed potatoes and boiled sweet corn.
understand what this meant to me.
- my husband understood that i'd be tired and not want to cook
- i didn't have to cook dinner
- we had surprise sweet corn that i didn't know about
The sweet corn was a gift from my in-laws, who had purchased some from a local Amish farm. The corn in general this year has not been good. Due to drought, it's been dimpled, touch, and really not that sweet.
BUT THIS SWEET CORN...
IT was another story.
It was the true, tender, ultra sweet treat that we normally enjoy here in central Wisconsin. The first truly sweet sweet corn we've had this year. Tender, beautiful sweet corn that made all the troubles of the day melt away.
For those of you who have never eaten fresh picked sweet corn, you will not understand. But it is truly heaven-sent.
And it was those little things - not having to make dinner, and enjoying the amazing taste of summer, that made a not-so-wonderful day turn into a wonderful evening.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
providing for the family....as a working mom on a budget!
The new school year is right around the corner, and with a growing 15 year old boy, having enough good food in the house is always a challenge. And now that I'm back to working 30 hours a week, managing that, while working, AND keeping with our budget has me being creative.
This morning I decided to freeze some breakfast burritos - very inexpensive, and packed with protein, they are a quick and easy breakfast to eat "on the go", that keeps my boys going with a stomach full of protein!
This week I found a pack of 5 sweet Italian sausages on sale for less than 3$. I used 2 for my burritos ($1.20). I browned up the sausage with a chopped green pepper and onion, both from the garden!
Then I added 6 scrambled eggs (.90), cooking until almost set, and then sprinkled with 1/2 cup of shredded cheddar cheese (.75).
I had enough egg mixture to make 10 burritos but only had 7 tortillas left, so I made 7. If I'd used all 10 tortillas (1.29), and made all 10, the cost would have come to $4.14 for 10 of them, less than .45 each! Even if they eat TWO, that's less than 1$ for a hot breakfast full of protein. To eat them, all you do is microwave them for 45 seconds or so (depends on your microwave).
I do a lot of freezer meals. As a working mom, it's the only way to ensure my family is eating well, even if I'm not home. I've recently found some freezer crockpot recipes I'm going to try also - all of the ingredients frozen together, ready to drop in the crock pot in the morning!
Feeding your family, even if on a budget, or as a working parent, can be done. But it takes some thought and planning. I like to do freezer cooking days - taking a day a month (or more if needed) to just COOK. Make ONE mess, but fill the freezer with meals ready for the oven. It is healthier (fresh ingredients, no preservatives) and cheaper!
This morning I decided to freeze some breakfast burritos - very inexpensive, and packed with protein, they are a quick and easy breakfast to eat "on the go", that keeps my boys going with a stomach full of protein!
This week I found a pack of 5 sweet Italian sausages on sale for less than 3$. I used 2 for my burritos ($1.20). I browned up the sausage with a chopped green pepper and onion, both from the garden!
Then I added 6 scrambled eggs (.90), cooking until almost set, and then sprinkled with 1/2 cup of shredded cheddar cheese (.75).
I had enough egg mixture to make 10 burritos but only had 7 tortillas left, so I made 7. If I'd used all 10 tortillas (1.29), and made all 10, the cost would have come to $4.14 for 10 of them, less than .45 each! Even if they eat TWO, that's less than 1$ for a hot breakfast full of protein. To eat them, all you do is microwave them for 45 seconds or so (depends on your microwave).
I do a lot of freezer meals. As a working mom, it's the only way to ensure my family is eating well, even if I'm not home. I've recently found some freezer crockpot recipes I'm going to try also - all of the ingredients frozen together, ready to drop in the crock pot in the morning!
Feeding your family, even if on a budget, or as a working parent, can be done. But it takes some thought and planning. I like to do freezer cooking days - taking a day a month (or more if needed) to just COOK. Make ONE mess, but fill the freezer with meals ready for the oven. It is healthier (fresh ingredients, no preservatives) and cheaper!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
bucket list
I like to think that most people have some type of "bucket list". That list - of things - you want to do before you die. For many, it's just a mental note - of things that you'd like to do some day. For others, like me, it's written down. And it's something that I reference once in awhile - to try to tackle one of the items.
I've been very fortunate. I've been able to do A LOT of amazing things that were on my list - including visiting Africa, traveling route 66, owning my own store, and learning to bake bread from scratch.
These last couple of weeks have found me able to complete one of my items that I thought had no chance after a few years back..
Growing up - I always loved the Oprah Winfrey show. I'm a sap, and I loved her. Always wanted to see the show in person. So I put it on the list. The years flew by, me too busy to even think about going. So when she announced her retirement, I saw the realization that that one item would never get marked off.
sigh
And then last Thursday, I got an email. From Harpo Studios. Asking me to come to a taping...of one of Oprah's Lifeclasses...
Unable to find someone to go with, I made arrangements at work and with a friend, and my plans were set. Sunday night I headed to Monroe to stay with a friend, and Monday morning took off solo to Chicago. After driving around the neighborhood for 20 minutes looking for parking, I settled on a side street about 10 blocks away. Not deterred by the mist, I walked to the studio (only after turning the wrong way TWICE), and arrived. It wasn't long and we were inside, filling out release forms, and sitting in the holding area.
The show was about Family Secrets. I was only there to be an audience member, not to share a story - thank goodness! So they started calling the names of special guests, and those willing to tell a secret, when all of a sudden, they called MY NAME. Needless to say, my mind went crazy. "what did I write in my answer to the survey??? i have no secret to tell.. what is going on?"
Found out that they called me because I was solo - most are in pairs - and they needed me to fill in a row. THE FRONT row to be exact. YEP! Just because I was there alone, I got to sit about 20 ft from Oprah. The set was very cool - - very intimate. The "warmer" came out - and got us all excited - and then we got to preview a show airing on OWN this fall with the guest of our show - Lyanla Vanzant.
Then it was TIME. Oprah and Lyanla came out - and there were guests on Skype - and on phone - and in the audience. All very cool. A neat show - about not keeping secrets - but living the truth - owning your actions. VERY cool. Very moving.
And after the show, they kept the discussion going with our audience - and I even spoke. A relaxed, group discussion - so wierd to be there, in the studio, with Oprah and Lyanla, just "talking". She also came over to us after the show (I was seated next to some of her special guests) and talked personally with us.
So all in all, it was a WONDERFUL day, happy to mark that one off my list, and excited to have had the opportunity. My dear friend was watching the live stream on the web, and even snapped this picture of me. I'm front row, third from the right, on the aisle (in the green shirt).
I've been very fortunate. I've been able to do A LOT of amazing things that were on my list - including visiting Africa, traveling route 66, owning my own store, and learning to bake bread from scratch.
These last couple of weeks have found me able to complete one of my items that I thought had no chance after a few years back..
let me explain
Growing up - I always loved the Oprah Winfrey show. I'm a sap, and I loved her. Always wanted to see the show in person. So I put it on the list. The years flew by, me too busy to even think about going. So when she announced her retirement, I saw the realization that that one item would never get marked off.
sigh
And then last Thursday, I got an email. From Harpo Studios. Asking me to come to a taping...of one of Oprah's Lifeclasses...
Unable to find someone to go with, I made arrangements at work and with a friend, and my plans were set. Sunday night I headed to Monroe to stay with a friend, and Monday morning took off solo to Chicago. After driving around the neighborhood for 20 minutes looking for parking, I settled on a side street about 10 blocks away. Not deterred by the mist, I walked to the studio (only after turning the wrong way TWICE), and arrived. It wasn't long and we were inside, filling out release forms, and sitting in the holding area.
The show was about Family Secrets. I was only there to be an audience member, not to share a story - thank goodness! So they started calling the names of special guests, and those willing to tell a secret, when all of a sudden, they called MY NAME. Needless to say, my mind went crazy. "what did I write in my answer to the survey??? i have no secret to tell.. what is going on?"
Found out that they called me because I was solo - most are in pairs - and they needed me to fill in a row. THE FRONT row to be exact. YEP! Just because I was there alone, I got to sit about 20 ft from Oprah. The set was very cool - - very intimate. The "warmer" came out - and got us all excited - and then we got to preview a show airing on OWN this fall with the guest of our show - Lyanla Vanzant.
Then it was TIME. Oprah and Lyanla came out - and there were guests on Skype - and on phone - and in the audience. All very cool. A neat show - about not keeping secrets - but living the truth - owning your actions. VERY cool. Very moving.
And after the show, they kept the discussion going with our audience - and I even spoke. A relaxed, group discussion - so wierd to be there, in the studio, with Oprah and Lyanla, just "talking". She also came over to us after the show (I was seated next to some of her special guests) and talked personally with us.
So all in all, it was a WONDERFUL day, happy to mark that one off my list, and excited to have had the opportunity. My dear friend was watching the live stream on the web, and even snapped this picture of me. I'm front row, third from the right, on the aisle (in the green shirt).
Thursday, August 9, 2012
on coming to a crossroad....
There are so many times in life that we come to a crossroad. When we have to decide which path to take. For me there were many obvious ones - where to go to college, what to study, what to do when I found I was pregnant my senior year in college, when to move home after college, etc. Later on in life - what to do when my mom died, leaving my dad, and the most difficult decision I've made - to leave my job after 19 years.
I am sure there are MULTITUDES of small crossroads that we don't even think about - or notice - that have affected where we've ended up, who we've come to know, and how our lives have ended up.
I am at one of those BIG ones right now. After leaving my job - my husband and I decided I would take time off. I got my sub teaching certificate - but really didn't get enough subbing gigs to make the money I would like to contribute to our family. I dabbled with cooking for friends - which gives me some spending money. And I've done a little work on the side for a bakery - but that is almost done.
So a full time job opportunity has presented itself, and I had a great interview today. I am worried (funny) that they will indeed offer me the job, and I will be forced to make a decision about taking it or not. I have no idea what to do.
I have never been happier than since I left the corporate world to stay home. Healthier, and happier. But we are starting to have to make decisions on what we can and can't afford to do - because I'm not contributing to the bottom line. I was in upper management, making a nice income, and left it - to stay home. We are not suffering at all - not by any means - but I feel like I need to go back full time - to help with our retirement funds, to allow us to do all of those things we want to do.
When I think about taking this corporate job, I think "I'd love to buy myself a kindle. And some new shoes. And Ken could buy that new off road bike and take that trip next summer." All completely materialistic, which is unlike me. I'd splurge on getting a new hair cut and color. Really? THAT is reason to go back to 60 hr work weeks?
There are so many things that I do now - cooking for Ken and William - taking care of the house - taking care of the rentals - and all of that would simply start to stress me out, as I try to do it all. Working AND taking care of my family....
I will struggle with making it to William's sporting events if I take this job. It is 50 minutes from my home. I will not be able to make every game. But will he care? In my honest opinion, he'd rather have the vacations that come with me working full time. But I don't know. He's not open enough to tell me.
I am feeling obligated to take the full time job. That I owe it to my family - to provide for them - materialistically.
But deep down, I will be very sad to say goodbye to my domestic side. I've absolutely loved being domestic - cooking, cleaning, gardening, hanging out the laundry, etc. And I've reduced my carbon footprint SO much. We've reduced by one car, I walk to work (sub teaching), I walk to do errands, we buy less processed food, I grow a lot of our food. I feel like I'm a much better citizen of this amazing world by not working out.
But am I just being lazy? Do I owe it to everyone to continue to use my college degree and experience? Is it wrong to be content at home?
I have never had such a disagreement of heart. I think I know what my hubby and son want - and I will do what makes them happy. Now is just a waiting game. To see if an offer comes. Time will tell.
I am sure there are MULTITUDES of small crossroads that we don't even think about - or notice - that have affected where we've ended up, who we've come to know, and how our lives have ended up.
I am at one of those BIG ones right now. After leaving my job - my husband and I decided I would take time off. I got my sub teaching certificate - but really didn't get enough subbing gigs to make the money I would like to contribute to our family. I dabbled with cooking for friends - which gives me some spending money. And I've done a little work on the side for a bakery - but that is almost done.
So a full time job opportunity has presented itself, and I had a great interview today. I am worried (funny) that they will indeed offer me the job, and I will be forced to make a decision about taking it or not. I have no idea what to do.
I have never been happier than since I left the corporate world to stay home. Healthier, and happier. But we are starting to have to make decisions on what we can and can't afford to do - because I'm not contributing to the bottom line. I was in upper management, making a nice income, and left it - to stay home. We are not suffering at all - not by any means - but I feel like I need to go back full time - to help with our retirement funds, to allow us to do all of those things we want to do.
When I think about taking this corporate job, I think "I'd love to buy myself a kindle. And some new shoes. And Ken could buy that new off road bike and take that trip next summer." All completely materialistic, which is unlike me. I'd splurge on getting a new hair cut and color. Really? THAT is reason to go back to 60 hr work weeks?
There are so many things that I do now - cooking for Ken and William - taking care of the house - taking care of the rentals - and all of that would simply start to stress me out, as I try to do it all. Working AND taking care of my family....
I will struggle with making it to William's sporting events if I take this job. It is 50 minutes from my home. I will not be able to make every game. But will he care? In my honest opinion, he'd rather have the vacations that come with me working full time. But I don't know. He's not open enough to tell me.
I am feeling obligated to take the full time job. That I owe it to my family - to provide for them - materialistically.
But deep down, I will be very sad to say goodbye to my domestic side. I've absolutely loved being domestic - cooking, cleaning, gardening, hanging out the laundry, etc. And I've reduced my carbon footprint SO much. We've reduced by one car, I walk to work (sub teaching), I walk to do errands, we buy less processed food, I grow a lot of our food. I feel like I'm a much better citizen of this amazing world by not working out.
But am I just being lazy? Do I owe it to everyone to continue to use my college degree and experience? Is it wrong to be content at home?
I have never had such a disagreement of heart. I think I know what my hubby and son want - and I will do what makes them happy. Now is just a waiting game. To see if an offer comes. Time will tell.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
on raising a woman
I have two children, a beautiful 20 year old daughter and a handsome 15 year old son. I have thought many times about the differences between raising a daughter and a son, but really only looked into how they were different. Not in how our job as parents is different.
It's a little after 8 am on a Wednesday. My husband, on vacation, and son - still on summer break - are both sleeping. So the only sound is the dishwasher running, and there is a cool breeze coming through the window as I sit on the couch, enjoying my coffee and reading my book. Relaxing, yes? Almost sublime? To enjoy the entire essence of the moment, I need to give you a little background.
I got up at 6am, started a batch of bread dough for a meal delivery tonight, loaded the dishwasher and ran it, cleaned out the refrigerator, and emptied the garbages and took them to the curb. All while my lovely boys slept. So while right now I'm enjoying the cool and quiet, it's not the carefree morning it appears to be. And most aren't.
But THAT, my dear friends, is one of the differences between a man and a woman. Women are natural care-givers. We take care of others. More than often, before we take care of ourselves. It's just how we are wired. So we live crazy lives of taking care of husbands and children, with little snipets of calm scattered throughout. I live for these quiet moments, when I can read, or write, enjoy nature and some good coffee. 30 minutes can completely recharge my being. But in between these moments is a chaotic world of taking care of those you love.
And we need to raise our daughters to learn not only how to care for those we love, but to relish in those moments in between. Those times of calm, when we get to sit and enjoy the world around us. Those pauses. Preparing our daughters for the world that awaits is complicated. But if we practice what we preach, taking those moments of quiet for all that they are, they will learn. They will learn...
It's a little after 8 am on a Wednesday. My husband, on vacation, and son - still on summer break - are both sleeping. So the only sound is the dishwasher running, and there is a cool breeze coming through the window as I sit on the couch, enjoying my coffee and reading my book. Relaxing, yes? Almost sublime? To enjoy the entire essence of the moment, I need to give you a little background.
I got up at 6am, started a batch of bread dough for a meal delivery tonight, loaded the dishwasher and ran it, cleaned out the refrigerator, and emptied the garbages and took them to the curb. All while my lovely boys slept. So while right now I'm enjoying the cool and quiet, it's not the carefree morning it appears to be. And most aren't.
But THAT, my dear friends, is one of the differences between a man and a woman. Women are natural care-givers. We take care of others. More than often, before we take care of ourselves. It's just how we are wired. So we live crazy lives of taking care of husbands and children, with little snipets of calm scattered throughout. I live for these quiet moments, when I can read, or write, enjoy nature and some good coffee. 30 minutes can completely recharge my being. But in between these moments is a chaotic world of taking care of those you love.
And we need to raise our daughters to learn not only how to care for those we love, but to relish in those moments in between. Those times of calm, when we get to sit and enjoy the world around us. Those pauses. Preparing our daughters for the world that awaits is complicated. But if we practice what we preach, taking those moments of quiet for all that they are, they will learn. They will learn...
Monday, July 30, 2012
how do you hug your babies?????
How do you hug your babies? Squeeze them? Pat them? Hold them?
I've realized, now that my babies are 20 and 15, that I don't hug them the same anymore. My kid hugs have changed throughout the years.
Those early years - were the best - with hugs that seemed to go on forever. Little arms around your neck, or leg, or wherever... squeezing all that love into you. Man, it doesn't get any better.
Then they become teenagers, and the hugs, while still there in my family, changed. They were no longer squeezing hugs. They were "complimentary" hugs - pats to ensure we were still connected, but shorter. Still great to get any kind of hug, just different.
Then my oldest went to college, and the hugs changed again. Not having her living here anymore, the hugs are less frequent. And I'm not there to protect her and pick her up when she falls. I have a hard time letting go. I hug her, holding on, and giving her as much protection as I can to hold her through until the next time we will be together.
I long for those early hugs. For a child squeezing my heart with all their soul. I may surprise my kids with the next hug...don't warn them!
Don't take anything for granted. Hug like there's no tomorrow.
I've realized, now that my babies are 20 and 15, that I don't hug them the same anymore. My kid hugs have changed throughout the years.
Those early years - were the best - with hugs that seemed to go on forever. Little arms around your neck, or leg, or wherever... squeezing all that love into you. Man, it doesn't get any better.
Then they become teenagers, and the hugs, while still there in my family, changed. They were no longer squeezing hugs. They were "complimentary" hugs - pats to ensure we were still connected, but shorter. Still great to get any kind of hug, just different.
Then my oldest went to college, and the hugs changed again. Not having her living here anymore, the hugs are less frequent. And I'm not there to protect her and pick her up when she falls. I have a hard time letting go. I hug her, holding on, and giving her as much protection as I can to hold her through until the next time we will be together.
I long for those early hugs. For a child squeezing my heart with all their soul. I may surprise my kids with the next hug...don't warn them!
Don't take anything for granted. Hug like there's no tomorrow.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
the state of the drought...survival of the fittest.
I have to say that as far as I can remember, this drought, the drought of 2012, is the worst in my lifetime. And being a full time gardener now, it has brought challenges.
- The radishes were very hot. Something I've been told happens with high growing heat. They were beautiful, but HOT.
- We saved rainwater and water from the sump pumps, but ran out rather early. It's not the norm for us to actually water the garden with the hose.
- Peppers and tomatoes are struggling, even with our every other night soaking. It's just too hot for almost everything.
- So while harvest is not great, we are still able to enjoy the fruits of our labors. Just a little less "fruit", and a lot more labor.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
While the grass is dead, some weeds are thriving..
so sad... yet we know that it is simply gone dormant,
and will come back either later this year, or next year. It will be ok!
these little beauties have sprung up everywhere.
I imagine they are normally mown off, but without rain, we haven't mowed in a month.
they are the bright spot in this drought!
Sunday, July 22, 2012
and we have a baby...
Do I have your attention? HA!
We have a baby, of sorts. I've decided to start blogging my thoughts on books that I read. But I feel the topic is different enough from this blog, that I've started a new one just for books.
So consider this your invitation to check it out.
missys literary journey
We have a baby, of sorts. I've decided to start blogging my thoughts on books that I read. But I feel the topic is different enough from this blog, that I've started a new one just for books.
So consider this your invitation to check it out.
missys literary journey
Saturday, July 21, 2012
eating dessert first....
Had a rookie day yesterday - with the hubby off to work, and the boy off to the ball game with a friend - which left me, with..
A GIRLFRIEND DAY!
We started with a yummy lunch of red beans and rice with andouille sausage at my house. We relaxed, and then bummed over to see another friend's progress on her kitchen reno, then headed back to my place for movies, and scrapbooking, and girl time.
When dinner came around, we headed into town to the local BBQ place. Mis-communication behind the counter ended up meaning they brought us our shared dessert BEFORE our meal.
What a novel concept.
How often do you splurge and have dessert at a restaurant? Normally, you're too full! This way, we were able to endulge, splurge on that shared dessert, and THEN worry about not finishing our dinner.
And it just felt so WRONG. But yet, SO GOOD.
That warm brownie sundae set the tone for our entire meal. And was the perfect way to start the end of our relaxed rookie girlfriend day.
We need to do it more often. Have dessert BEFORE our meal. And in life, put the fun things first sometimes... cuz life is too short.
A GIRLFRIEND DAY!
We started with a yummy lunch of red beans and rice with andouille sausage at my house. We relaxed, and then bummed over to see another friend's progress on her kitchen reno, then headed back to my place for movies, and scrapbooking, and girl time.
When dinner came around, we headed into town to the local BBQ place. Mis-communication behind the counter ended up meaning they brought us our shared dessert BEFORE our meal.
What a novel concept.
How often do you splurge and have dessert at a restaurant? Normally, you're too full! This way, we were able to endulge, splurge on that shared dessert, and THEN worry about not finishing our dinner.
And it just felt so WRONG. But yet, SO GOOD.
That warm brownie sundae set the tone for our entire meal. And was the perfect way to start the end of our relaxed rookie girlfriend day.
We need to do it more often. Have dessert BEFORE our meal. And in life, put the fun things first sometimes... cuz life is too short.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The Top Ten Things I've Learned about Gardening....for now!
It's been a long gardening season...
Being my first season without a full time job, I was SO looking forward to it. I had visions of starting every day weeding, and admiring my growing gardens... and thoughts of all of the amazing produce that would fill our fridge for months.
It's been the worst drought in our area in 30 years. Not the greatest year to start!
And then I learned...
it's REALLY not up to me.
So here it is, as of mid-summer, my list of the Top Ten things I've learned about gardening so far!
10. Deer like chard, lettuce, beans, pepper plants, and broccoli leaves. The don't appear to like cucumber plants, tomatoes, or squash (the prickly leaves maybe?).
9. I am not sure HOW people grow those huge heads of broccoli... need to research natural fertilizers.
8. You need a TALL fence to keep out the deer.
7. When it's 91 degrees before 10am, you have to get up pretty early to weed.
6. I am NOT good at starting plants from seeds. I need to do some research.
5. Seeds sown directly need to go in earlier.
4. I need more rain barrels.
3. In drought, animals will move into your garden to find food. Survival of the Fittest.
2. God is in control of the rain.
1. I have a LOT to learn.....
Being my first season without a full time job, I was SO looking forward to it. I had visions of starting every day weeding, and admiring my growing gardens... and thoughts of all of the amazing produce that would fill our fridge for months.
It's been the worst drought in our area in 30 years. Not the greatest year to start!
And then I learned...
it's REALLY not up to me.
So here it is, as of mid-summer, my list of the Top Ten things I've learned about gardening so far!
10. Deer like chard, lettuce, beans, pepper plants, and broccoli leaves. The don't appear to like cucumber plants, tomatoes, or squash (the prickly leaves maybe?).
9. I am not sure HOW people grow those huge heads of broccoli... need to research natural fertilizers.
8. You need a TALL fence to keep out the deer.
7. When it's 91 degrees before 10am, you have to get up pretty early to weed.
6. I am NOT good at starting plants from seeds. I need to do some research.
5. Seeds sown directly need to go in earlier.
4. I need more rain barrels.
3. In drought, animals will move into your garden to find food. Survival of the Fittest.
2. God is in control of the rain.
1. I have a LOT to learn.....
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Surprises around every corner....why we go "cat under tail"
Soon after I met my husband, he used the term "cat under tail" to describe going "bumming".
no destination
just the open road
Going cat under tail is absolutely one of my favorite past times. Often happening on a week night - or even a weekend day - when we find ourselves with time in front of us - "cat under tail" always brings us to new adventures and surprises!
This weekend I had friends in from out of town, and on Friday, we decided to go, you guessed it, "cat under tail". (Of course I had to explain the term).
We headed for Marshfield, with a couple of errands to run there before heading (we planned) to Wisconsin Rapids. On the way to Marshfield, I decided we should visit the Market on Sixth, a specialty wine and cheese shop that I'd been wanting to check out.
So our first stop on our "cat under tail" adventure turned out to be one of the best of the weekend. Not only is the shop a beautiful place, with a great selection of wines, cheeses, and gift items, but we were fortunate enough to be able to meet and talk with the owner of the shop. He was a wealth of information, paired with an outgoing personality and a love of wine and cheese. He gave us a wonderful tour of the grounds, explained some of the events that go on there, and more importantly, told us about all of the farmers that he's met in his quest for opening the store and offering amazing cheese and wine.
We had such an amazing time. I cannot wait to head back, with girlfriends in tow, to one of the events held there. I will return for more cheese (the cheeses we bought Friday morning were paired with antipasti and fruit for dinner that night!), as well as wine (the owner studied in Napa Valley, cannot wait to hear all he knows about the wines!)
Market on Sixth is a WONDERFUL example of why to buy local. A local person, following his dream, opening a store that he is passionate about. Learning all he can about wine and cheese, and then imparting that knowledge to all that want to know. So excited to find such a wonderful gem in Marshfield, so close, we can continue to enjoy!
no destination
just the open road
Going cat under tail is absolutely one of my favorite past times. Often happening on a week night - or even a weekend day - when we find ourselves with time in front of us - "cat under tail" always brings us to new adventures and surprises!
This weekend I had friends in from out of town, and on Friday, we decided to go, you guessed it, "cat under tail". (Of course I had to explain the term).
We headed for Marshfield, with a couple of errands to run there before heading (we planned) to Wisconsin Rapids. On the way to Marshfield, I decided we should visit the Market on Sixth, a specialty wine and cheese shop that I'd been wanting to check out.
So our first stop on our "cat under tail" adventure turned out to be one of the best of the weekend. Not only is the shop a beautiful place, with a great selection of wines, cheeses, and gift items, but we were fortunate enough to be able to meet and talk with the owner of the shop. He was a wealth of information, paired with an outgoing personality and a love of wine and cheese. He gave us a wonderful tour of the grounds, explained some of the events that go on there, and more importantly, told us about all of the farmers that he's met in his quest for opening the store and offering amazing cheese and wine.
We had such an amazing time. I cannot wait to head back, with girlfriends in tow, to one of the events held there. I will return for more cheese (the cheeses we bought Friday morning were paired with antipasti and fruit for dinner that night!), as well as wine (the owner studied in Napa Valley, cannot wait to hear all he knows about the wines!)
Market on Sixth is a WONDERFUL example of why to buy local. A local person, following his dream, opening a store that he is passionate about. Learning all he can about wine and cheese, and then imparting that knowledge to all that want to know. So excited to find such a wonderful gem in Marshfield, so close, we can continue to enjoy!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
deer vs gardener...and other lessons of a novice gardener.
It has been a lot of work, but so exciting to watch the garden progress. Love watching for the blossoms, and then the produce. There is something so ridiculously satisfying about helping something grow and providing for your family!
We have had amazing radishes so far, and the rest is coming along really well. But we've got our challenges, and disappointments.
We are in the worst drought in decades. We ran out of the natural water stores (from rain and sump pumps) last week. Note for next year - we need a few more barrels and bins. There were too many days when we had to let the sump pump water run, and we could SO be using it right now. While we don't like to, we've resorted to watering every other day with the sprinklers. We are at a critical point for water right now - with everything heavy with produce. We have no choice. I am thankful we are not on a watering ban!
But much worse right now is what ELSE the drought has done. It has the deer on the move, and they are eating up my garden right before my eyes. I first noticed the damage on Sunday night, and I could have cried. My chard was eaten to the ground, and beans trimmed off completely.
Tonight I went out and found that the deer have also been feasting on my broccoli leaves and jalapeno plants.... so disheartening. But it is nature's way, and I will simply have to be a smarter gardener next year.
We have had amazing radishes so far, and the rest is coming along really well. But we've got our challenges, and disappointments.
We are in the worst drought in decades. We ran out of the natural water stores (from rain and sump pumps) last week. Note for next year - we need a few more barrels and bins. There were too many days when we had to let the sump pump water run, and we could SO be using it right now. While we don't like to, we've resorted to watering every other day with the sprinklers. We are at a critical point for water right now - with everything heavy with produce. We have no choice. I am thankful we are not on a watering ban!
But much worse right now is what ELSE the drought has done. It has the deer on the move, and they are eating up my garden right before my eyes. I first noticed the damage on Sunday night, and I could have cried. My chard was eaten to the ground, and beans trimmed off completely.
I don't want to resort to chemicals, so we are trying it old school - with smelly socks on fence posts and pie plates making noise in the wind...
So while our harvest will not be as big as expected, and I am not getting a chance to eat all of the amazing things I've been growing, there is nothing I can do right now, and I've accepted the fact that these animals are also just trying to survive this drought.
Just wish they didn't have to eat in MY garden!
sigh.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Fun in the kitchen
I am a little behind on blogging.... been SO much going on. Last week, I had the chance to take a cooking class, and I HAVE to tell you about it.
The class was a farm to table class. It was a great class, offering up information on all of the area opportunities for locally grown produce, locally raised meat, etc. I am SO passionate about doing all we can to buy local - and this is the culmination of that. Growing, buying, and eating food all locally!
The class was wonderful - three teams, each making three recipes, using locally purchased products. I found that there were several spice combinations new to me, that I would not have tried had it not been for the class, and that is always a good thing!
So while I found that I am way ahead of some others - in what I grow myself, purchase from local farmers, etc., it was a great chance to share stories, and have some great fun in the kitchen!
The class was a farm to table class. It was a great class, offering up information on all of the area opportunities for locally grown produce, locally raised meat, etc. I am SO passionate about doing all we can to buy local - and this is the culmination of that. Growing, buying, and eating food all locally!
The class was wonderful - three teams, each making three recipes, using locally purchased products. I found that there were several spice combinations new to me, that I would not have tried had it not been for the class, and that is always a good thing!
So while I found that I am way ahead of some others - in what I grow myself, purchase from local farmers, etc., it was a great chance to share stories, and have some great fun in the kitchen!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Empty nest day two
Today was one of those days I envision as an empty nest day.... busy from beginning to end! Started the day heading to Marshfield to get errands run - maintenance at the building, working on an awning for the store front, bank, supplies for the party coming up, etc. Had lunch with a wonderful friend - too long in between. Then tonight I took a cooking class - from farm to table - which was a blast. Ended the evening with some cold lime a ritas on the screened in porch of a friend. Doesn't get any better than that, does it?
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
you never know who is watching
Shot an email to a good friend today - just checking in - miss working with her. Didn't hear back from her, but she is typically busy 15 hours a day, so I figured I'd check back later. So tonight when I gave up trying to get to sleep, I checked my email, and at just about 9pm, she'd responded. With nothing more than an attachment, saying she'd found something in her old Dale Carnegie folder, a speech she'd done in that class.
When I opened the speech, I realized it was about me. And how my attitude when life gets hard had inspired her.
What an awesome feeling, to think that how I lead my life mattered to someone. And that they saw my actions, and my reactions to life.
It's an important lesson. No matter how much you think you don't matter, someone is watching. When you least expect it, they see what you are doing. Whether it's a smile, holding a door, or in my case, the reaction I took to some horrible life events, people see what we do, and it matters.
So make it matter for the GOOD!
When I opened the speech, I realized it was about me. And how my attitude when life gets hard had inspired her.
What an awesome feeling, to think that how I lead my life mattered to someone. And that they saw my actions, and my reactions to life.
It's an important lesson. No matter how much you think you don't matter, someone is watching. When you least expect it, they see what you are doing. Whether it's a smile, holding a door, or in my case, the reaction I took to some horrible life events, people see what we do, and it matters.
So make it matter for the GOOD!
Empty Nest "experiment"... day one
While my husband and I go away often for vacations that don't include the kids, this is the first time that we've been the ones left at home, just the two of us. Our oldest has stayed at school for the summer, so she's been gone. But our baby, for the first time, left this morning for three days of intense basketball training.
Day one of our empty nest experiment was a hot one - with temps in the 90s. So a large amount of gardening was out of the question. I did get two bags of mulch laid and a little bit of weeding done before the heat set in, but that was all I could take. Because it was a hot, windy day, I ended up spending much of the day on laundry - washing and hanging out five loads to dry on the line. Green, frugal, and just homey. I LOVE hanging clothes out to dry in the fresh air. What a treat.
Today was also one of my cooking days, so I made chicken noodle soup and baking powder biscuits, and then had to clean the kitchen from all the cooking. Now that the meals have been picked up, and the fifth load of laundry is drying, I think we'll relax with a glass of wine and dinner. I'd say day one was a pretty big success.
Day one of our empty nest experiment was a hot one - with temps in the 90s. So a large amount of gardening was out of the question. I did get two bags of mulch laid and a little bit of weeding done before the heat set in, but that was all I could take. Because it was a hot, windy day, I ended up spending much of the day on laundry - washing and hanging out five loads to dry on the line. Green, frugal, and just homey. I LOVE hanging clothes out to dry in the fresh air. What a treat.
Today was also one of my cooking days, so I made chicken noodle soup and baking powder biscuits, and then had to clean the kitchen from all the cooking. Now that the meals have been picked up, and the fifth load of laundry is drying, I think we'll relax with a glass of wine and dinner. I'd say day one was a pretty big success.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
the good work....
I love working with my hands.
sweating.
getting dirty.
Today I was able to clean up all of the rock around the house, as well as get the grapes cleaned up. We've been gone - vacations - so I haven't had a ton of time to work outside. Today when I got back from church, I dug right in - and it felt so good. The DH got me some new mulch tonight, so I'm hoping to beat the heat and get it laid in the morning.
There is something soul-cleansing about working in nature.
To feel that body ache, to taste the sweat. It's all SO GOOD.
'nuff said.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Sharing.....
Since I've left the corporate world, I've been cooking dinner for three of my friends, and their families. All young families with children, twice a week I offer to cook for them - so they can pick up dinner on their way home. Scary at first, I worried about menu choices, etc., but have come to realize that each family has their own tastes, and by constantly changing up the choices, each gets something they want once in awhile.
What I didn't realize is how much it would mean to me to be able to share this love of cooking with these families. And the JOY it brings me! I love getting texts or messages with comments from the kids.
"two thumbs up from our clan"
"you are an angel"
"your bread is amaaaaazing" (I often add a loaf of homemade bread for dinner)
"I need some more of that yummy chicken"
"my tummy is happy!"
All three moms are great cooks. So the kids are not lacking by any means. THis just gives the moms a break once or twice a week. But for the kids, it's like having a restaurant deliver.
Early on, some of the kids were confused. "Why aren't we eating this AT Melissa's?".
Some of them offer suggestions. a.k.a. requests.
They all make me smile. ALL the time.
When I took a few weeks off after my accident, they gently asked (both parents AND kids) when I'd be able to start cooking again. It made me smile. :-)
Delivering one night, one of the kids asked "what's for dinner tonight Melissa?", and I couldn't help but laugh. Two nights later, he was surprised when I showed up, confused to what day it was. I thought it was awesome that he knew I cooked on Mondays and Wednesdays...
I have found that the joy it brings me to share this gift with people I love is more than I ever could have imagined. AND I get to do what I LOVE. Doesn't get any better than that, does it?
What I didn't realize is how much it would mean to me to be able to share this love of cooking with these families. And the JOY it brings me! I love getting texts or messages with comments from the kids.
"two thumbs up from our clan"
"you are an angel"
"your bread is amaaaaazing" (I often add a loaf of homemade bread for dinner)
"I need some more of that yummy chicken"
"my tummy is happy!"
All three moms are great cooks. So the kids are not lacking by any means. THis just gives the moms a break once or twice a week. But for the kids, it's like having a restaurant deliver.
Early on, some of the kids were confused. "Why aren't we eating this AT Melissa's?".
Some of them offer suggestions. a.k.a. requests.
They all make me smile. ALL the time.
When I took a few weeks off after my accident, they gently asked (both parents AND kids) when I'd be able to start cooking again. It made me smile. :-)
Delivering one night, one of the kids asked "what's for dinner tonight Melissa?", and I couldn't help but laugh. Two nights later, he was surprised when I showed up, confused to what day it was. I thought it was awesome that he knew I cooked on Mondays and Wednesdays...
I have found that the joy it brings me to share this gift with people I love is more than I ever could have imagined. AND I get to do what I LOVE. Doesn't get any better than that, does it?
words that cut like a knife....
It always saddens me to hear people use their words without any concern for the people on the receiving end. Do we not understand how the receiver feels?
Recently, I was the recipient of mocking, joking, and words that hurt me so deeply. And people simply laughed it off. It must have made them feel so good about themselves. They thought their comments about my life were funny. Forgetting that it is MY LIFE they were mocking. And they said it right to me, right to my face, with no regard that they were being cold.
I am constantly amazed at how people use curt remarks, either in person, in email, in facebook, or wherever. Comments that maybe don't directly call out who they are talking about, sometimes comments that are completely direct. I will see a comment on someone's facebook page that indirectly talks down about another group of people, and I just want to scream. Those words HURT.
Words hurt people. They hurt like any weapon would. And no matter if it is friends, or family, that say them, the wounds they produce last for a long time.
As a Christian, I know to forgive. And I do. Some would say it means I have no backbone. That I keep letting people walk over me. But it is right to forgive. I just HATE it when I am hurt again, from someone who has done it before, that I have forgiven.
On the outside, I try not to let the effect show. But then there are times that I can't hide it. And no matter if I hide it or not, I hurt. And I know that I am not alone. I see people being hurt by words, and it saddens me so much.
So please people. Think before you speak. SOMEONE is going to be the butt of your comment, your joke. Someone hearing or reading it may be hurt by it.
Recently, I was the recipient of mocking, joking, and words that hurt me so deeply. And people simply laughed it off. It must have made them feel so good about themselves. They thought their comments about my life were funny. Forgetting that it is MY LIFE they were mocking. And they said it right to me, right to my face, with no regard that they were being cold.
I am constantly amazed at how people use curt remarks, either in person, in email, in facebook, or wherever. Comments that maybe don't directly call out who they are talking about, sometimes comments that are completely direct. I will see a comment on someone's facebook page that indirectly talks down about another group of people, and I just want to scream. Those words HURT.
Words hurt people. They hurt like any weapon would. And no matter if it is friends, or family, that say them, the wounds they produce last for a long time.
As a Christian, I know to forgive. And I do. Some would say it means I have no backbone. That I keep letting people walk over me. But it is right to forgive. I just HATE it when I am hurt again, from someone who has done it before, that I have forgiven.
On the outside, I try not to let the effect show. But then there are times that I can't hide it. And no matter if I hide it or not, I hurt. And I know that I am not alone. I see people being hurt by words, and it saddens me so much.
So please people. Think before you speak. SOMEONE is going to be the butt of your comment, your joke. Someone hearing or reading it may be hurt by it.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
What are YOU doing? the mustard seed....
Inspired once again by my Pastor's sermon, I ask you the following question:
What are YOU doing? What seeds are you sowing? God asks us to plant the seeds, and He will make them grow. So what are you doing to sow the seeds of Christ in other people?
I struggle greatly with evangelism. It is hard for me, as outgoing as I am. As soon as I started to understand what Pastor's sermon was about, I started wondering "what can I do"? When I leave this place tonight, how can I change my life to sow more seeds of Faith for God? Short of going door to door, or asking people to discuss their Faith, what can I do?
It wasn't far into the sermon when Pastor started answering my question.
Listen....to someone who needs an ear.
Smile...at someone you don't know.
Help...anyone....at any time...because you can.
I can do this. I DO do this. But I don't do these things to sow seeds! I just do them, because that's what we do! I had never thought of these things as sowing seeds of Faith for God to nourish. But truly - if we do live life as Christ would have us live, how is that NOT witnessing?
I have had a friend tell me that my Faith inspires her. Without me outwardly doing it - living my life as I do - is evidence of my Faith - and is inspiring someone. If I can, by my actions, lead others into doing good, then I am happy.
But not satisfied.
I just don't feel it is enough.
So like my entry on volunteering - which led to me volunteering twice for CMN, AND joining LWML (and leading a collection drive) - I now want to create a laundry list of things that I can do to sow seeds of Faith in others.
This one won't be as easy for me. I'm looking to leave my comfort zone. I will have to pray on it. But as always, I will keep you posted!
What are YOU doing? What seeds are you sowing? God asks us to plant the seeds, and He will make them grow. So what are you doing to sow the seeds of Christ in other people?
I struggle greatly with evangelism. It is hard for me, as outgoing as I am. As soon as I started to understand what Pastor's sermon was about, I started wondering "what can I do"? When I leave this place tonight, how can I change my life to sow more seeds of Faith for God? Short of going door to door, or asking people to discuss their Faith, what can I do?
It wasn't far into the sermon when Pastor started answering my question.
Listen....to someone who needs an ear.
Smile...at someone you don't know.
Help...anyone....at any time...because you can.
I can do this. I DO do this. But I don't do these things to sow seeds! I just do them, because that's what we do! I had never thought of these things as sowing seeds of Faith for God to nourish. But truly - if we do live life as Christ would have us live, how is that NOT witnessing?
I have had a friend tell me that my Faith inspires her. Without me outwardly doing it - living my life as I do - is evidence of my Faith - and is inspiring someone. If I can, by my actions, lead others into doing good, then I am happy.
But not satisfied.
I just don't feel it is enough.
So like my entry on volunteering - which led to me volunteering twice for CMN, AND joining LWML (and leading a collection drive) - I now want to create a laundry list of things that I can do to sow seeds of Faith in others.
This one won't be as easy for me. I'm looking to leave my comfort zone. I will have to pray on it. But as always, I will keep you posted!
State baseball...what a ride.
Well, I've been absent from writing lately, but for a good reason. We've just finished the most amazing ride to the state baseball tournament. It's really hard for me to explain what it's like in a small town like this. Unless you've lived in one, and experienced it, it's hard to understand.
At the beginning of the playoffs, my son was able to start suiting up, to help with practices and warm-ups. No chance in playing, he knew that. But he loves being a part of the team, and is not afraid to help out. So he welcomed it. So he got to be part of this amazing playoff run.
After winning regionals, and sectionals, it was time to prepare for the trip to state - only the second time in our school history. Shirts were ordered, food organized, hotel rooms booked. The boys were honored at a tournament, and banners were made - all throughout town, and in the yard of each and every player traveling....
The team would head over the day before. And we sent them off in style! With a police escort, road banner, and lots of Panther fans!
The semi-final game being an 8am game, we also went over the night before. The entire experience, from seeing Pittsville on the billboard at the field, to seeing our boys out there being announced, to our own hometown girl singing the national anthem. It was just such an amazing experience. Many tears, many cheers, and even though the game would be our last, a LOT of Panther pride. We could not be more proud of the job those amazing young men did this year. And an awesome chance for so many young players to go through this experience...
At the beginning of the playoffs, my son was able to start suiting up, to help with practices and warm-ups. No chance in playing, he knew that. But he loves being a part of the team, and is not afraid to help out. So he welcomed it. So he got to be part of this amazing playoff run.
After winning regionals, and sectionals, it was time to prepare for the trip to state - only the second time in our school history. Shirts were ordered, food organized, hotel rooms booked. The boys were honored at a tournament, and banners were made - all throughout town, and in the yard of each and every player traveling....
This was on the corner at the highway coming into town.
This is what we came home to after a day out of town.
The semi-final game being an 8am game, we also went over the night before. The entire experience, from seeing Pittsville on the billboard at the field, to seeing our boys out there being announced, to our own hometown girl singing the national anthem. It was just such an amazing experience. Many tears, many cheers, and even though the game would be our last, a LOT of Panther pride. We could not be more proud of the job those amazing young men did this year. And an awesome chance for so many young players to go through this experience...
Congratulations Panther Boys. We are SO proud of you!
Saturday, June 9, 2012
the Blessing of giggles, and Ken dolls, and wet willies...
We are in the final night of our crafting weekend. Plans changed, and we will be taking them home tomorrow night. It has been such a wonderful weekend. Four days, and three nights, of crafts, and giggles, and goofy pictures, and giggles, and wet willies, and giggling, and joking, and giggling...
YOU GET THE PICTURE
What better sound than two giggling goofy girls?
I am amazed at their ability to get along, to go with the flow, to scrapbook for HOURS on end. They were never at a loss for something to do. Grabbed Barbies for the road trips, made up shows for around the fire, and jumped into every project with whole hearts.
I could not have had more fun. Granted, I am tired. They have had me going for three days. I am beat. But it is a GOOD beat.
Some of my favorite moments:
On our road trip to Green Bay, the girls made the connection between my husband Ken and their Ken (barbie) dolls. So they decided to torment them - dressing him (the doll) in dresses, tutus, you get the idea. At one point, Kennedy said "oh, Ken, you can do the SPLITS". I about peed my pants. She is so funny!
Saturday was scrapbooking day. We started right after breakfast, and they started right in. Between the two - I was helping one with the PC, one with her pictures. By 10, I still hadn't had a cup of coffee, because every time I tried to leave the room, one or the other yelled "MISSY!", Pretty soon they were purposely waiting for me to be leaving the room, then they'd call for me, and break out in giggles. They cracked me up!
Before this weekend, the girls did NOT know what wet willies were. They do now. And they learned quickly that just making the SOUND of one would make William throw his hands over his ears. Oh, the laughter that ensued every time they walked behind him and smacked their fingers... but the BEST was tonight - Ken walked through the living room and quietly, simultaneously got them BOTH, and all I heard was a unison wail. It was hilarious!
I am extremely sad for the weekend to end. But I am so ridiculously grateful for the Blessing and opportunity to create a stronger relationship with them. It has been amazing. And hopefully the first of MANY.
YOU GET THE PICTURE
What better sound than two giggling goofy girls?
I am amazed at their ability to get along, to go with the flow, to scrapbook for HOURS on end. They were never at a loss for something to do. Grabbed Barbies for the road trips, made up shows for around the fire, and jumped into every project with whole hearts.
I could not have had more fun. Granted, I am tired. They have had me going for three days. I am beat. But it is a GOOD beat.
Some of my favorite moments:
On our road trip to Green Bay, the girls made the connection between my husband Ken and their Ken (barbie) dolls. So they decided to torment them - dressing him (the doll) in dresses, tutus, you get the idea. At one point, Kennedy said "oh, Ken, you can do the SPLITS". I about peed my pants. She is so funny!
Saturday was scrapbooking day. We started right after breakfast, and they started right in. Between the two - I was helping one with the PC, one with her pictures. By 10, I still hadn't had a cup of coffee, because every time I tried to leave the room, one or the other yelled "MISSY!", Pretty soon they were purposely waiting for me to be leaving the room, then they'd call for me, and break out in giggles. They cracked me up!
Before this weekend, the girls did NOT know what wet willies were. They do now. And they learned quickly that just making the SOUND of one would make William throw his hands over his ears. Oh, the laughter that ensued every time they walked behind him and smacked their fingers... but the BEST was tonight - Ken walked through the living room and quietly, simultaneously got them BOTH, and all I heard was a unison wail. It was hilarious!
I am extremely sad for the weekend to end. But I am so ridiculously grateful for the Blessing and opportunity to create a stronger relationship with them. It has been amazing. And hopefully the first of MANY.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
big parent moments...
I have been absent from writing, but only because there is so much going on. I choose first to write about some amazing things happening in my son's life.
As a freshman, he plays JV baseball. At the end of the season, the coach offered to the JV players that if they would stay and help with practices, they could ride the bus to the playoff games with the team. My son loves the game, and he decided immediately to do just that. He was the only one for those first two regional games, so the coach actually had him suit up and join the roster. Not to play, but to be in the dugout, supporting the team. We were thrilled.
Then. They won both regionals. All of a sudden, my dear young son is in pictures, and is part of a regional championship team! Amazing! And it's on to sectionals!
By the time sectionals arrived, one other freshman was able to help out. And both were told to suit up, to join two other freshmen added as pitching back up on the roster for the playoffs. At sectionals, I cried as they called him name for the opening. And after winning BOTH the semifinal and final games, cried even more when they won the sectional title, meaning the next step was state! My baby - part of a state bound baseball team! I cried when he got his medal too. It just all became too surreal.
So now we are busy planning for the state tournament. Had his head shot taken today - the one they use for the big board. And the itinerary has arrived - they are staying three days - watching other games. And we parents are making yard signs. It's just been an incredible week for this team, this school, and this little town.
Lots going on in the next week - being announced at a JH tourney, practices, and then off to Appleton. I am so excited for him. Even though he won't play, he is getting the experience of a lifetime thanks to that coach. And as a parent, it is one of the highs myself.
I'll update you all after the tourney. Go Panthers!~
As a freshman, he plays JV baseball. At the end of the season, the coach offered to the JV players that if they would stay and help with practices, they could ride the bus to the playoff games with the team. My son loves the game, and he decided immediately to do just that. He was the only one for those first two regional games, so the coach actually had him suit up and join the roster. Not to play, but to be in the dugout, supporting the team. We were thrilled.
Then. They won both regionals. All of a sudden, my dear young son is in pictures, and is part of a regional championship team! Amazing! And it's on to sectionals!
By the time sectionals arrived, one other freshman was able to help out. And both were told to suit up, to join two other freshmen added as pitching back up on the roster for the playoffs. At sectionals, I cried as they called him name for the opening. And after winning BOTH the semifinal and final games, cried even more when they won the sectional title, meaning the next step was state! My baby - part of a state bound baseball team! I cried when he got his medal too. It just all became too surreal.
So now we are busy planning for the state tournament. Had his head shot taken today - the one they use for the big board. And the itinerary has arrived - they are staying three days - watching other games. And we parents are making yard signs. It's just been an incredible week for this team, this school, and this little town.
Lots going on in the next week - being announced at a JH tourney, practices, and then off to Appleton. I am so excited for him. Even though he won't play, he is getting the experience of a lifetime thanks to that coach. And as a parent, it is one of the highs myself.
I'll update you all after the tourney. Go Panthers!~
Sunday, June 3, 2012
a family tradition...the next generation
I am heavy into preparation for what could turn out to be my favorite "vacation" of the summer. I absolutely cannot wait. Just thinking about it makes me cry happy tears. What could it POSSIBLY be, you ask? Let me tell you the story....
Growing up, I was the youngest of 6, younger than the last before me by over 9 years. I was actually closer to two of my neices, one my age, one a few years younger, than I was to my sisters. Every summer, each of the neices (sisters) would spend a week at my house, hanging out. Sometimes they got rides from their parents, sometimes we picked them up (90 miles away), sometimes they even rode the Greyhound bus. And those weeks were so much fun. Being so much younger than my sibings, those weeks were the only times that I had built in playmates at my house!
This year at our family Christmas, we were talking about these weeks, and the daughters of those nieces both got very excited, wondering if they could spend time at "aunt missy's" this summer? And so, the idea was born, and now, it is only four days away. And I cannot wait.
We are going to start out by baking birthday cupcakes for my daughter, who we are going to visit on Friday. Friday will be a travel day, and then Saturday and Sunday - crafts, baking, and SPA! It's been so long since I had little girls running around the house, chatting, and giggling. And I am so looking forward to it. I love these little girls (and their mamas!) with all my heart, and cannot wait to spend some seriously quality time with them. I really hope that sharing a little snipet of my life with them will bring us even closer.
So preparations continue! Pulling together supplies for various craft projects. Pulling together ingredients for our baking. Surfing pinterest... It's going to be a great week. I cannot wait!
Growing up, I was the youngest of 6, younger than the last before me by over 9 years. I was actually closer to two of my neices, one my age, one a few years younger, than I was to my sisters. Every summer, each of the neices (sisters) would spend a week at my house, hanging out. Sometimes they got rides from their parents, sometimes we picked them up (90 miles away), sometimes they even rode the Greyhound bus. And those weeks were so much fun. Being so much younger than my sibings, those weeks were the only times that I had built in playmates at my house!
This year at our family Christmas, we were talking about these weeks, and the daughters of those nieces both got very excited, wondering if they could spend time at "aunt missy's" this summer? And so, the idea was born, and now, it is only four days away. And I cannot wait.
We are going to start out by baking birthday cupcakes for my daughter, who we are going to visit on Friday. Friday will be a travel day, and then Saturday and Sunday - crafts, baking, and SPA! It's been so long since I had little girls running around the house, chatting, and giggling. And I am so looking forward to it. I love these little girls (and their mamas!) with all my heart, and cannot wait to spend some seriously quality time with them. I really hope that sharing a little snipet of my life with them will bring us even closer.
So preparations continue! Pulling together supplies for various craft projects. Pulling together ingredients for our baking. Surfing pinterest... It's going to be a great week. I cannot wait!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Everyone has their own journey...
This blog is entitled Missy's Journey. I chose that name for two reasons.
One: for the first 18 years of my life, I was called Missy, not my proper name of Melissa. The minute I went to college, I of course changed it, using Melissa. (Don't we all do that? Shed our childhood....branch out... become our own person?) But since losing my mom in 2006, I've found myself calling MYSELF Missy. So I guess I'm coming full circle. I've realized that Missy is still part of me. and always will be. And I LOVE that.
Two: we are all on a journey through this life, learning, changing, adapting, and living in this amazing world together. This is the story of my journey, as I learn and grow, in my Faith, in love, in relationships, in everything.
But I've also come to realize that we are ALL on journies, and each of us a unique one. And who is it of me, or anyone, to judge what someone else is or isn't doing, when we are not taking their journey? It can be so easy to pass judgement, without any frame of understanding.
God teaches us not to judge. It is everywhere in the Bible. He teaches us to forgive. Best said, I think, in Luke:
For me, it's a very personal journey. When someone doesn't meet my expectations, I have to take time to understand their situation, or at the very least understand that I don't KNOW their situation. And then, I need to accept what happens, and forgive if I feel I need to forgive.
A friend posted this last night, and I love it, although it saddens me to think that she is hurting:
One: for the first 18 years of my life, I was called Missy, not my proper name of Melissa. The minute I went to college, I of course changed it, using Melissa. (Don't we all do that? Shed our childhood....branch out... become our own person?) But since losing my mom in 2006, I've found myself calling MYSELF Missy. So I guess I'm coming full circle. I've realized that Missy is still part of me. and always will be. And I LOVE that.
Two: we are all on a journey through this life, learning, changing, adapting, and living in this amazing world together. This is the story of my journey, as I learn and grow, in my Faith, in love, in relationships, in everything.
But I've also come to realize that we are ALL on journies, and each of us a unique one. And who is it of me, or anyone, to judge what someone else is or isn't doing, when we are not taking their journey? It can be so easy to pass judgement, without any frame of understanding.
God teaches us not to judge. It is everywhere in the Bible. He teaches us to forgive. Best said, I think, in Luke:
"Do not judge, and you will not be judged.
Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned.
Forgive, and you will be forgiven."
Luke 6:37
How many times have we made an assumption on someone's action without knowing the entire story? And how many times has the same been done to us? While I may have gotten up, lounged in my pajamas, enjoyed my coffee and garden walk, and relaxed with the morning news this morning, someone else could have been dealing with terrible family issues, disciplining difficult children, or worse yet, handling horrible family news. So their actions throughout the day may reflect just that. And on the flip side, I am recovering from an extended illness and car accident, and others that do not know that may not understand why I am or am not doing certain things.
We don't know who's hurting, or may be dealing with physical, emotional, or financial issues. We don't know what else other people have going on in their lives that may be complicating things. So we all really need to think before we speak, and remember to be compassionate for others.
We don't know who's hurting, or may be dealing with physical, emotional, or financial issues. We don't know what else other people have going on in their lives that may be complicating things. So we all really need to think before we speak, and remember to be compassionate for others.
For me, it's a very personal journey. When someone doesn't meet my expectations, I have to take time to understand their situation, or at the very least understand that I don't KNOW their situation. And then, I need to accept what happens, and forgive if I feel I need to forgive.
A friend posted this last night, and I love it, although it saddens me to think that she is hurting:
I am still learning, still taking this journey. There is SO much more to be learned.....
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Join me for my morning ritual....
Good morning! Time to start the day! My new "domestic" morning ritual is my morning walk around the yard and gardens, coffee in hand, to check out the progress, pull a few weeds here and there, and water as needed. It is a wonderful way to start the day. I'd love to have you come along!
It all starts with a good cup of joe. My joe of choice for the last few years is a blend of coffee and chicory. Having found it in New Orleans on our first trip, I was instantly hooked. Much stronger flavor, a slight bitterness, it's actually hard for me to drink regular coffee now. So first thing, I brew my pot of chicory and grab a mug. This is my favorite mug, a gift from a dear friend, it reminds me of a beautiful paper crafting design. I don't always use creamer, but it is a treat once in awhile. So grab a fresh cup, it's time to get started!
Let's head out the front door, where most of my containers are that need watering. I love having time to watch each of the plants progress through the spring. I've been taking a ton of pictures, so that I can see the garden at all stages, and determine this fall what to add. This is the front as it is right now, the end of May, 2012. This brick/pea gravel border is only a couple of years old, and the plants are just starting to really become substantial.
I fill my gardens and borders with things that I love. Many received from friends, some from thrift sales, and others just junk I've gotten here and there, but I love it all. When something turns into something I don't love, it gets removed. My favorite thing to do - in my garden as in my house - is fill it with things (in this case plants) that remind me of my childhood. Plants from either my mother's home, or my grandmother's. I don't spend a lot of money on my gardens, but have through the years found so many of them! I hope that you enjoy the tour as much as I do.....
It all starts with a good cup of joe. My joe of choice for the last few years is a blend of coffee and chicory. Having found it in New Orleans on our first trip, I was instantly hooked. Much stronger flavor, a slight bitterness, it's actually hard for me to drink regular coffee now. So first thing, I brew my pot of chicory and grab a mug. This is my favorite mug, a gift from a dear friend, it reminds me of a beautiful paper crafting design. I don't always use creamer, but it is a treat once in awhile. So grab a fresh cup, it's time to get started!
I fill my gardens and borders with things that I love. Many received from friends, some from thrift sales, and others just junk I've gotten here and there, but I love it all. When something turns into something I don't love, it gets removed. My favorite thing to do - in my garden as in my house - is fill it with things (in this case plants) that remind me of my childhood. Plants from either my mother's home, or my grandmother's. I don't spend a lot of money on my gardens, but have through the years found so many of them! I hope that you enjoy the tour as much as I do.....
the Clematis, a gift for mother's day years ago...
the double planter, the last birthday gift from my mother
found this adorable cement feeder at a thrift sale.. don't use it as a feeder
(too low, dangerous for the birds), but LOVE what it adds to the steps.
my newest addition, a columbine, a gift from a dear friend
she had no idea that my grandmother had columbine by HER door
so now I have it by mine
this pink lupine was a gift from another friend
it has since reseeded several times, and I now enjoy them in multiple borders
my mother had lots of peonies in front of our home, so they are very dear to me
this particular peony was a gift from a dear dear friend, and the first to open this year
isn't it beautiful?
Well, these are just a few of my favorites, but I hope you enjoyed the walk. Too many to put all of my beautiful things on here. But maybe we'll take another walk, on another day. Thanks for coming along! Go grab another cup of coffee!
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