Monday, January 28, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
- Hot punch
- Egg strada
- Spinach casserole
- Marie's mac-'n-cheese
- Grandma buns
- Migas (from Adriana)
- Winnie Cake
- Apple Pie
- Cherry Pie
- Cranberry Relish
- Apple Sauce (Bette's recipe)
- Sweet Potato/Yam fries (my own specialty)
- Coffee Cake (John made it for Christmas one year)
- Taco Casserole
- Moravian Cookies
- Linda's Chopped Salad
- Shish Kabob marinate
- Buttermilk biscuits (from PA)
- That weird bologna sandwich mix
- Luce's Tuna Salad
- French Onion Soup
- Marie's Six can Chili
- Spanish Rice
What am I missing?
Organization - smorganization is what I used to think. As I get older and wiser I am more tuned into the beauty and function of my home. Plus, I have been reading Sandra Felton's Messies books again and have renewed energy and know how to get the house in order. First of all let me say that I have improved vastly since my early days. There is a whole post on that. But I know that there are certain steps I can take to make OK fabulous.
This weekend we set out to accomplish 5 things on our list.
1)Hampers - must have hampers. Clothes are piling up in the strangest places.
2)A paper system for all papers coming into our house including mail, kids art, and the like so that the kitchen counter would truly be clear.
3)Something to contain the stuffed animals over-running the children's rooms.
4)A shower caddy for order in the bathroom.
5)Shelves for office closet.
Four out of five wasn't bad. We did manage to acquire a hamper. We quickly realized we should have gotten more than one. That will have to come later. Paper system was taken care of by some shallow trays meant for drawer organization. These may need replaced with a larger size - see photo. The kids artwork now piles nicely in a shallow basket just large enough for the biggest size construction paper and it sits next to my desk. Stuffed animals were tamed by the large plastic buckets with rope handles in a blue and lavender conveniently correlating with the kids room decor. We did have to spend some time explaining that the animals were not supposed to be dumped out to use the buckets as boats. Oh, what the heck use them as boats... The shower caddy was an easy purchase at BB&B and nicely stored all those bottles I had been stepping on. I feel calmer already. Shelves are a bigger project for next week perhaps.
So far so good. All we have to do is put what we have into use for at least a week and if we can maintain the order then move on to the next trouble spot. I am thinking laundry room and master bedroom are the next to tackle. We are getting new bedroom furniture - Ethan Allen hand-me-downs - so this seems like just the right time to do it. Updates later.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Epic stories are told of this woman's stoicism. It's how she earned her rights as the Original BPW. Known for her tendency to go without on camping trips when a sleeping bag was supposedly forgotten the nomer was bestowed by her mischievous boys. She proved time and time again her BPW merit as she would always sacrificing herself - making due in any situation. No seats left in the truck? She'd ride on the hump with no seat belt. Not enough of the meal to go around? She'd have saltines and milk and it would be fine. Not enough help for the auxiliary gourmet kitchen/gift shop volunteer/book keeper/Sunday school/cooks for the church breakfast? She would take the extra shift and volunteer. You say her neck/leg/wrist/sternum/foot/pelvis is broken? She can still meet all her volunteer/social/church/family obligations. Seriously. She will try.
I distinctly remember her in her Halo for the broken neck (and orthopedic device, though I think she's earned the heavenly kind) - running down a pastor she hadn't seen in a while at the Annual United Methodist Church Conference in July in Redlands, CA (read 102 degrees in the shade). Nothing could stop this woman. Even recently during a hospital stay due to complications with a sternum (breast bone) fracture and abdominal pain she managed to convince the nurse that she was "in no pain" but frequently asked for ice packs. "No pain medication needed." Right. Crazy BPW.
We discussed her contributions to the church, endless hours of volunteering, being among the founding members of our local church, and her never failing tithe. We talked about her commitment to the hospital and her contributions on the board of directors, the volunteer community, and the fiscal donations making possible growth for the future. We talk about the educations she has helped fund, her own children, her grand children's and now her greats'. I don't even know, I realize, the vastness of the impact this one now little woman has made. How many lives has she touched?
She is the most proud, of course, of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. What a legacy she has left. Gifted, intelligent children married to solid and gifted spouses. Each with their own family her children have raised good children. Each of us grand kids have gone on to productive lives - a few of us with spouses of our own. And then there are her great-grands. Those beautiful babies that she dotes on. Her eyes sparkle brimmed with tears when we talk about her family. I am reminded of the clear plastic holders in her wallet filled to the max with her granddaughters' pictures (she only had granddaughters until Jacob). We are good women because we learned from the best, I tell her.
I think about the long days at Grandma and Grandpa's when our parents would "David-Union-Mary-Paul (parent code for 'dump') us at the folks". We played and Grandma's imagination spurred us on. We typed on real typewriters that Grandma kept running just for us then she would read our nonsense like it actually said something. We built forts out of handmade quilts and mushroom stools from the 60s. She and Grandpa kept trampolines for their coffee table and we would set them apart bouncing back and forth on them. We would practice the piano and Grandma would click along with a noise only she can make with her mouth. She would take us swimming in the summer and gladly spend all afternoon with us at the pool doing the side stroke so as not to get her hair wet. She would invent projects for us to do and I wonder now how her craft closet was always well supplied - who keeps googley eyes, pipecleaners, and pom poms on hand? Grandma. When we trick-or-treated at Grandma's she was always dressed up with her witch hat. I have the coolest grandma. What I told her was that she always made us feel important and loved.
By the end of our conversation I think she had resolved to meditate on those things - all things that are good. My mother gave me a plaque some time ago that reads, "Good women; may we know them; may we raise them; may we be them." In this sentiment Grandma, you have succeeded in every way! Your BPW legacy lives on. Happy Mothers' Day to all the Good Women in my life!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
We have had some funny years. There was a year that I got running shoes, only I only got one shoe because the other would have put it over the limit. In the same spirit I got one cowboy boot a couple of years ago - a perfect fit on the inside of my stocking. Brian thrives on stuffing the stocking full to the max while always keeping within the budget. I won that contest this year - stuffing Jenny's stocking and over filling it with kitchen gizmos from IKEA. Your buck goes a long way at IKEA. My youngest sister, Molly, the lefty who decidedly thinks outside of the box, won for creativity this year on presentation of my stocking. Please don't be offended. We all found this hysterical - my stocking this year:
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
This picture was probably taken by me - note the eye level of the subjects - posted only to point out that Molly is incapable of smiling normal and not being a dork in picures.