Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Forgive Us Our Trash Baskets

I just have to share a few of these sillies. Even if you've already heard them, likely you'll dissolve into laughter again.

Kids In Church
3-year-old, Reese: "Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen."

Jesus' Dad's Name
A Sunday school teacher asked her class, "What was Jesus' mother's name?" One child answered, "Mary." The teacher then asked, "Who knows what Jesus' father's name was?" A little kid said, "Verge." Confused, the teacher asked, "Where did you get that?" The kid said, "Well, you know they are always talking about Verge n' Mary.''

The Last Commandment
A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off the neighbor's wife."

Deliver Us From Evil
I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime, she would repeat after me the lines from the prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some E-mail.

and my favorite:

Forgive Us Our Trespasses
One particular four-year-old prayed,
"And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."

Wednesday, December 7, 2005

All Is Well That Ends Well

I am happy to report that after all that silliness my pumpkin seeds turned out. LOL I roasted them with oil, salt and garlic. I ended up with four cups total which is wonderful.

Monday, December 5, 2005

My Pumpkin Seed Story

My funny for the day. I love roasted pumpkin seeds. I cleaned a whole big bowl full of seeds from the pumpkins Jack didn't take out to the deer. They were frozen solid by now, but he split them open yesterday and gave me the guts. I swished them around a lot under running water in the colander so the pulp separated and the job went easier than I was anticipating. I was really so pleased, things were going so well. But they are SO slippery, just like little fish. I spilled a bunch over into the sink which prolonged the job. But when that was remedied and I was nearing the end, I thought I was really getting somewhere when I got out my nifty salad spinner so I could have a leg up on the drying process. I'll tell you a whole big salad spinner full of pumpkin seeds can really spin. It was one of those before and after moments. I looked at Molly who was writing at the dining room table as I gave the spinner a last pump...I'm sure there was just really happy sparkle in my eyes, a job well done... She was watching me where I stood at the end of the peninsula where I had paper towels all ready and waiting for my seeds. And that was when I picked off the top of the salad spinner without stopping it first...that IS what that little black button is for, I know this, I just didn't think of it in the midst of all my happiness. Pumpkin seeds went FLYING ... no, flying is too tame a word, SPRAYing to the far-reaching corners of my kitchen and dining room. There was a split-pumpkin seedssecond moment of horror and then we burst into laughter because it was hilariously funny. Thankfully, a lot of them landed on the peninsula and many of them ON the paper towels which I thought was rather wonderful. When I actually get them roasted, I hope they turn out good. Yum!

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Bruce Gets It

Bruce Willis and President Bush

I read this in the news today. "Angered by negative portrayals of the conflict in Iraq, Bruce Willis, the Hollywood star, is to make a pro-war film in which American soldiers will be depicted as brave fighters for freedom and democracy." I'm so glad to hear this and will eagerly await the movie. I loved Tears of the Sun. We need champions when we have so many working so feverishly against us. Bruce Willis also said, "I am baffled to understand why the (good) things I saw happening in Iraq are not being reported." Yay for Bruce. I often wonder what it would be like if our media reported all of our successes instead of trumpeting the bad and many times manufacturing it. It is no wonder foreign countries hate our president. I think they must think that we do too. But he knows that we love him. in love

Monday, November 7, 2005

Flaky Onion Biscuits

I tried a recipe over the weekend, and I liked it! I've been looking for a simple good biscuit to make up quick to have with soup. They have cream cheese and green onions in them, so if that sounds good to you, try this recipe from the Gooseberry Patch cookbook, Made From Scratch.

Flaky Onion Biscuits

2 cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 tablespoon sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
3 – oz. package cream cheese
1/4 cup shortening
1/2 cup green onion, finely chopped
2/3 cup milk

Combine flour, baking powder, sugar and salt in medium bowl; cut in cream cheese and shortening until mixture resembles course crumbs. Stir in green onions. Make a well in center of flour mixture; add milk, stirring only until dough begins to stick and forms a ball. Turn dough onto well-floured surface. Knead dough gently 10 to 15 times. Roll or pat dough to 1/2 inch thickness. Cut out dough with 3-inch biscuit cutter. Place biscuits 2 inches apart on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake at 450 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown. Makes 8 servings.

Friday, November 4, 2005

Movie Review – The Interpreter

imageI watched a movie tonight while Jack caught up on his sleep...he he. I really liked it. The Interpreter, a United Nations thriller with Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman directed by Sidney Pollack. I always love when he does a cameo in his own movies, very good actor himself. I thought Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman were very very good in this movie. Very believable, as if they WERE who they were playing...I always like that. They had perfect chemistry.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Pumpkins and Squash

Today was a soup day. Wild rice, chicken, carrots, celery, and onions. Yum. I think we were starting to wind down today. It's been a busy week. The gardens are cleared out and plowed up for the year. I wish these pumpkins and squash with their beautiful colors could just last forever.
punkins
squash2

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Indoor Days and Baking

It's been one of those cozy indoor days with drizzling rain. I had such a wanting to bake today so I made up some English Muffin Bread for toasting. It's a really yummy yeasty quick bread, great for a little snack or teatime with jam or cinnamon sugar.
English Muffin Bread
2 packages yeast
6 cups flour
1 tablespoon sugar
2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon soda
2 cups milk
1/2 cup water
Cornmeal

Combine 3 cups flour, yeast, sugar, salt, and soda. Heat liquids until very warm. Add to dry mixture. Beat well. Stir in rest of flour. Spoon into 2 bread pans (greased and sprinkled with cornmeal). Cover, let rise in a warm place for 45 minutes. Bake at 400°for 25 minutes.

Sunday, October 9, 2005

Fall Evening

We sat around a little fire tonight. It was chilly enough that we were too cold in back, too warm in front, but it was nice and there were lots of Canadian geese landing and honking. I love that. Simple pleasures.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Wings Like Eagles

Today is just a lovely day. It's been raining or dripping since very early this morning. I made an egg bake for lunch . . . a recipe from my sister. There are little pockets of cream cheese and butter and juices from ham and cheese and green onions and it's just as pretty as it is good. It's a WONderful meal that makes you feel like it's a holiday.

We heard the most wonderful message on Turning Point with David Jeremiah this morning. He talked about having the courage and strength to go on when you are fatigued...whether you "flap" your wings or have learned to "soar" like the eagles. These verses in Isaiah have long been some of my favorite. This passage is even more vivid to me now.

Have you never heard or understood?
Don't you know that the Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth? He never grows faint or weary. No one can measure the depths of his understanding. He gives power to those who are tired and worn out; he offers strength to the weak. Even youths will become exhausted, and young men will give up. But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:28-31 (NLT)
I feel so impassioned when I read these verses. A few years ago we went as a family with my brother and his family to the Spirit Fest in Minnesota. It was an awesome time. Phil Driscoll was supposed to be there...not sure why he wasn't, but I bought his I Exalt Thee cd. He sings Wings As Eagles on it and it's truly wonderful. It's been a musical sort of day. Charles Billingsley sang before David Jeremiah's message. I just love his music. My favorite song of his is When A Beggar Meets the King. Then this afternoon we slid in a Netflix DVD....Third Day's 2001 concert with the Offerings songs. One by one Jack, Sam, and Molly found other things to do, but Jake and I stayed to watch it. He is my Third Day buddy. We love King of Glory.
"Who is this King of Glory
who pursues me with His love,
and haunts me with each hearing
of His softly spoken words.
My conscience, a reminder of
forgiveness that I need.
Who is this King of Glory
who offers it to me . . .
His name is Jesus, precious Jesus
The Lord Almighty, the King of my heart
The King of glory."

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Happy Birthday To Me

It's been a pleasant day so far and for that I am thankful. I don't mind having birthdays, getting older, but the pressure to have a good one gets the best of me sometimes. The last few years it seems my birthdays have been out to get me. I knocked around in my flannel pajamas until ten and made a cinnamon braid. On top of that, Jack brought home a couple of blueberry pockets from the bakery and a card that was so cute and perfect it made me cry. Here it is, with the poem...so cute!

card When I kiss ya, When I miss ya,
When I'm feeling tired or lazy,
When we're busy, in a tizzy,
When I drive ya kinda crazy ...
When we're romantic or almost frantic,
When we're apart or we're together,
One thing's certain (and I'm not just flirtin'),
I love you with all my heart, forever.

I love that card like crazy and the most fun part of it was me seeing Jack see me love it so much.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Silly Expectations

Okay, I give up. Fall will come. It's STILL summer! It was 88.8° F today and the wind was like an oven. It has been extremely hot and humid for the last two days.

I walked out to where Jack was picking tomatoes early this evening. With the sun going down and the breezes cooler, I mentioned that it would be nice to go for a four-wheeler ride so we did that. It's not his fault that he didn't realize that I meant for it to be a nice little romantic sort of ride . . . which really just means being alone instead of going as a family.

Filled with happy feelings, I wrapped my arms around his waist and we rode down the field lane and then down into the woods. I was thinking thoughts like how many more leaves there was on the ground since our last ride, and how fun it was to be together and still in love, and things like that. I said a couple of my thoughts aloud, still in mild rapture over how pretty the woods is and thinking aloud how nice and green it still looked in the swampy areas.

It was then I realized that his murmured responses sounded an awful lot like mine do when the kids say to me, "MOM, you're not listening!" Jack took the four-wheeler off the beaten path then, and I started observing him. He was looking intently off here and there. I thought at first he was just keeping an eye out for bear. Then I realized. He's looking for firewood. (This was a dual-purpose ride!)

Now, I love him. So I wasn't going to fret over a lost romantic opportunity. Not when I can enjoy the ride just as nicely the way we were. But that was before I realized how rough the ride was going to be and me in my sandals and denim shorts and sleeveless shirt expecting a pretty park-like ride. It didn't really bother me even when I noticed my legs were suddenly burning with stinging nettle. Not even when the grass got so tall we couldn't see over it and there were stumps and fallen tree limbs and hollows. I think I lost my sense of humor and my gentle wifeliness when we suddenly lurched and nearly tipped over. I have to confess to feeling disgruntled while my wonderful husband cheerfully said something like "this wasn't really a good idea, was it?"

So when we got going again I had dry weedy chaff in between my feet and my sandals which were clinging insufficiently to the very edge of the footrests, the sting of nettles burning on my legs, a wrenched feeling in my back, and a less than charitable feeling in my heart when I found myself staring down a Thornapple tree branch with thorns almost an inch long. (Incidentally, I did have time to notice how pretty it was with all the little dark red apples.) So, I escaped getting poked in the eyes and poor Jack realized I was not enjoying this ride so he promptly took us out of the woods . . . up along the edge of and around the whole corn field. Almost instantly I had grit in my teeth because it is soooo dry here, and I had to shut my eyes against flying dirt the whole way back.

You just gotta love those silly expectations. Winking

Here is a picture of the infamous Thornapple tree, which is actually called a Hawthorne tree. This picture was taken in the spring when it was full of blossoms. During our ride Jack had driven on the left side of it where the ground dips into a sharp hollow which was hidden by tall brown grass.

thornappletree

Here you can see how pretty the little red apples are.

thornapples

And here is a Britannica Encyclopedia photo showing
the thorns which can grow as long as three inches.

Hawthorn

These long spines also grow out from the trunks of the trees.

thornapplethorns

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Feeling Like Fall

It feels like fall. Most days it's cooler, we've started cutting wood for the winter, and school is LOOMing. Not sure I'm ready for that, but what choice do we have? LOL It's really great fun to be thinking in a fall mode though. Everything gets so cozy, activities change, things get back into routine (which I always like).

These are busy days. I'll need to can tomatoes soon. We had sweet corn over the weekend that was just scrumptious. I really think I should freeze some today. Sure would be nice to have it, and it's so good this year. What a great garden season. Haven't had one this good in a long time so it's a real blessing.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Movie Review – Dear Frankie

Dear Frankie I watched a movie over the weekend that I have been wanting to watch for a long time. Dear Frankie. It was a wonderful little film. I could listen to a Scottish accent forever. Every person cast was so perfect it was as if you were truly watching Lizzie, Frankie, and the Stranger as real people. I thought the director, Shona Auerbach, did a super job. The Mirimax blurb says: "Dear Frankie is a heartwarming and often humorous tale of nine year old Frankie and his mom, Lizzie, who have been on the move ever since he can remember. To protect her son from the truth, Lizzie has invented a story to satisfy Frankie's curiosity. She regularly writes Frankie a letter from his make-believe father who works aboard a ship traveling exotic lands. However, Lizzie soon finds out his 'father's' ship will be arriving in a few days. Now, Lizzie must choose between telling Frankie the truth and hatching a desperate plan to find the perfect stranger to play the perfect father." If you're interested, you can watch the trailer here -- Dear Frankie movie trailer

Movie Reviews

Occasionally I post a movie review. Not that the review will be complete or even very informative. wink More just a mention of it, and whether or not I liked it.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Early Morning

Early morning in June is heavenly. I love the birdsong and how fresh everything is. I saw Jack off to work, let Barley out for a bit, and then made a cup of coffee to write for awhile. I feel guilty saying this but I love it when the kids are still asleep. Sometimes I feel like Clark in the movie Funny Farm when he sits in his soggy leather chair next to his upstairs window looking out at the bird in the tree. I get distracted and have to look out the window to see what's going on. The sun is warm already, and I hear the wild turkey hens calling to each other. I see them down at the edge of the woods picking around in the newly planted fields. The toms aren't fanning out anymore...I think mating season is over.

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

A Little Introductory Post

This is just a little introductory post. When I graduated high school, I worked on the farm with my dad. I loved that! I'm a country girl at heart even though a bit of New York sits wonderingly in the day dreamy parts of my heart. I could see myself working in the fashion industry with a little apartment, designing clothes or whatever. Of course I also saw myself taking off for British Columbia in a rag top jeep with my dog sitting by my side in search of a tall, dark, and handsome yet slightly taciturn rancher. wink But mostly, I knew I just longed to be married. I'd see myself waking early, baking muffins, keeping a cozy home, and welcoming my handsome loving husband home at night while the little ones played happily on the kitchen floor at our feet. My kind of bliss. But, when I arrived there, though quite blissful, it didn't just happen. It doesn't just happen. I realize now it takes a lot of training (of yourself) and a lot of focus. I'm sad now that I allowed myself to lose my homemaking focus, but it happens easily. Home schooling can fit in easily or it can make everything harder. Throw in a dream to publish and writing eight hours a day in the kids' early years and household disaster was the only real recipe I was cooking up. But the worst culprit I have found over these years is the computer - email, web design, writing. The Internet can be so wonderful, indispensable really, but without a plan and focus it can just eat up the best parts of the day. So now, 20 years later, here I am, better late than never. It's not that I've never been a good homemaker. But I think I've never been an organized homemaker. So I'm on my way to putting together a Home Management Binder, and I thought a homemaking blog would be a good place to keep and share all the things and ideas and links I'm finding.

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