Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Thanks, Chance - you hit it right on the spot!!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
My top comfort foods (in no particular order):
- My mom's chili - a Sunday afternoon favorite.
- My mom's cookies - not picky on variety. (okay so I'll insert here - these will all be my mom's recipes, unless otherwise noted. She is the most fantastic cook. Then, I can save on the typing as we go)
- Macaroni salad - especially the next day.
- Lasagna - especially the next day.
- Pumpkin Pie for day-after-Thanksgiving breakfast.
- Ski Hill Hoagies - the famous sandwiches my mom used to make out of a whole loaf of French bread and send with us for nourishment at the ski hill. Don't know if it's the hoagie or the atmosphere, but I've never been able to duplicate that sandwich!
- Oatmeal Cake - 'nuff said.
- Scalloped Potatoes - Extra cheesy, big chunks of ham, so, so good!
- Banana Bread or Zucchini Bread
- Chicken Enchiladas
- Pre-mixed Peanut Butter & Honey (that's taken on a whole new level of comfort with Matt's honey!)
- Rice with cinnamon, sugar, & milk.
- Matt's smoked pork loin.
- Matt's creme brulee.
- Mississippi Sin Dip, a la Big Mama, is my newest entry. It has yet to survive the course of time, but I think it's got the gumption (or the fat grams) to make it!
And now, I am just going to stop. Not because I've run out of comfort foods, but because it is becoming infinitely clear why I participate in the Biggest Loser contest at work each year. That said, this list is by no means exhaustive, and if I have forgotten something important that I told you I really, really like - please continue to make it, and know that even if it didn't make the list, you are still providing me with unheard of levels of comfort ;-)
So, now I want to hear from you! Either in the comments or your own blog post. I'm so curious to know if Cali's foods will be similar to Jane's. And I know Darla can come up with a good list! Someone, please, match 15 entries, and make me feel better!!!
Monday, March 17, 2008
- *Insert - the shirt he is talking about is a pin-striped baseball shirt that goes over a t-shirt.*
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
You can see the wheels turning - plans developing - ladders climbing - and everything else that goes with the mystery and fun of a tree house.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Believe and Receive
by Max Lucado
“. . . whoever believes in him shall not perish . . .”
Can I really trust that “whoever believes in him shall not perish”?
Jesus’s invitation seems too simple. We gravitate to other verbs. Work has a better ring to it. “Whoever works for him will be saved.” Satisfy fits nicely. “Whoever satisfies him will be saved.” But believe? Shouldn’t I do more?
The simplicity troubles many people.
We expect a more proactive assignment, to have to conjure up a remedy for our sin.Some mercy seekers have donned hair shirts, climbed cathedral steps on their knees, or traversed hot rocks on bare feet.
Others of us have written our own Bible verse: “God helps those who help themselves” (Popular Opinion 1:1). We’ll fix ourselves, thank you. We’ll make up for our mistakes with contributions, our guilt with busyness. We’ll overcome failures with hard work. We’ll find salvation the old-fashioned way: we’ll earn it.
Christ, in contrast, says to us: “Your part is to trust. Trust me to do what you can’t.”By the way, you take similar steps of trust daily, even hourly. You believe the chair will support you, so you set your weight on it. You believe water will hydrate you, so you swallow it. You trust the work of the light switch, so you flip it. You have faith the doorknob will work, so you turn it.
You regularly trust power you cannot see to do a work you cannot accomplish. Jesus invites you to do the same with him.
Just him. Not Moses or any other leader. Not even you. You can’t fix you. Look to Jesus . . .and believe.
From 3:16, The Numbers of Hope Copyright (W Publishing Group, 2007) Max Lucado
Friday, March 7, 2008
- I never question that you love me.
- You used to walk to school with me when you had to be to work at 8:00.
- You let me come to your office after school.
- We went school shopping in Seattle or Spokane every year.
- Which resulted in the cutest, pleated, rust-colored skirt for my first day of kindergarten!
- I'm only now beginning to realize what a strain those trips must have been on an already tight budget.
- You taught me to appreciate nice clothes, and we both know there are some things Liz Claiborne and Tommy Hilfiger make just for us!!
- We always bought sea foam at that little chocolate shop that was just outside The Bon in the Spokane sky walks.
- We rarely made it home with any candy by the end of the day!!
- You taught me how to cook.
- You endured more hamburger gravy and creamed tuna than anyone should have to!
- You make the best pies in the entire universe.
- You could bake your way into any hall of fame.
- You always make something special for Matt when we come - I kid you a lot about it, but I love how you make each person feel special.
- The boys love coming to your house.
- You are in tune with what makes them tick, and I see things at your house you know each of them will like - trains and trucks for Colton, erector sets and airplane making kits for Chance.
- They know, whether we are camping, visiting, or out and about - they can come to you for a special treat.
- You like to camp with us and spend time with our family.
- You share all your fun camping toys.
- You have a beautiful smile :-)
- Your laugh is genuine, and it's contagious. I love to hear it.
- You have a sense of humor - you are always teasing, and you don't mind being teased.
- I'm pretty sure I could count on one hand the amount of basketball games you missed from 6th grade - college. (And, I wouldn't have driven to Blue Mountain, either!)
- The amount of money you have invested in sporting events - driving, admission, food, hotels - I still cannot even fathom.
- I haven't even skiffed the tip of the iceberg, watching the boys' events, and the burden that must have put on our family was huge - I NEVER felt that burden. I would have thought the money for those events grew on trees.
- You got all misty-eyed at every Star Spangled Banner. Every time.
- You passed that on to me - and I used to make such fun of you for it!
- I count it a blessing that, by high school, my friends would have to say "Heather, this is one thing you CAN'T tell your mom." Because I felt like I could talk to you about anything.
- Still do.
- You coined two of the phrases that still guide my everyday behavior:
- "God will getcha!" - reminding me that God always saw what I was doing, even if I thought no one else was looking.
- "God will get 'em!" - reminding me that revenge was not mine. Not to waste time on people or situations I could not control - let God handle it.
- You and dad have given us kids an example of an enduring marriage.
- Not a perfect marriage, and that's okay - but an enduring marriage. It is a blessing.
- By your words and example, you have taught me how to "roll with the punches."
- I know your retirement has not come even close to what you had planned, but you have allowed God to use your circumstances to strengthen your faith and shine a light to others.
- You have taught me that women can be strong, independent, self-sufficient people.
- And you have shown me that there will be days when you can't be any of those things, and that is okay.
- You somehow balance equality with specialty - I don't think there's a kid or grand kid that can honestly say they are loved more or less - by the same token, each one of us feels so special in your eyes. That's one of your best gifts.
- You stuck your neck out and ran for public office - not with grand political schemes in mind - but simply because you knew of those running, you could do the best job.
- From your shaky voice in that first speech, to your confident goodbye in your retirement, you have been an inspiration to all of us.
- Besides that, I got to skip volleyball practice to go door belling, and who wouldn't want to trade that?
- You love my dad.
- You make the neatest quilts - even when I think the colors are crazy, they come out looking beautiful!
- You didn't care that I would rather play with Tonka trucks in the dirt yard than 100 barbies.
- Probably because I was just like you!
- You were the best camping mom in the world - at the very least, the best mom in any group that we went with! I remember great meals, shrinky dinks, coloring, reading for hours, and candy bars.
- When I decided I was cool enough to drink and smoke in the 8th grade, you stopped me in my tracks. THANK YOU!
- In college, when I was brave enough to try the drinking part again, you made me runny eggs the next morning, and made me help stain the outside of the house the whole next day. I still can't smell stain without my stomach lurching. THANK YOU!
- You taught me to do my best - if I was going to do it, I'd better put forth the effort to do my best at it.
- You taught me about being "Mires tough."
- I still can't wear socks to bed without thinking about "Mireses don't wear bedsocks - toughen up!"
- You never give up.
- You are the best hostess - people feel comfortable coming to your house.
- You have opened you house up to so many different functions, whether your family, dad's family, or friends - it seems your door is always open.
- You still ride a bike.
- I can always call you when I'm in the middle of a recipe.
- For that matter, I can always call you when I'm in the middle of anything.
- We don't agree on everything, but it doesn't make us resentful of each other.
- You were the kindest person to take in Aunt LaVerne. I know there are many days you would have done it differently, but you really put yourself in the back seat to do what was best for someone else.
- And you became the most beautiful gardener!
- You will talk tadpoles and fairy cakes with your grand kids all day long, and share with them your love of gardening.
- You love God - and you taught Me to love Him, too.
65. PS - Darla says your the best simply because you had me, but that's only because I saved her butt today! Tomorrow, she'll probably sing a different tune ;-)
Happy Birthday, mom! I hope you have a fantastic day - you deserve it!
I love you!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
The boys are having a skate-a-thon this weekend to earn money for their hockey association. Here is Colton's call to Aunt Alice last night - *some of Alice's comments are what I assume she is saying or asking, as I could only hear one side of the conversation . . .
Colton - Okay, we're having a skate-a-thon for my hockey team. Do you want to challenge me or whatever?
Mom (in background) - Sponsor, Colton - not challenge.
Colton - Oh yeah, I mean sponsor me, or whatever she said.
Alice - What is the skate-a-thon for? *
Colton - I TOLD YOU!
Dad (in background) - Be respectful, Colton! You're asking a favor!
Colton - It's to buy hockey equipment. We have to see how many laps we can skate.
Alice - How many laps do you think you'll skate?
Colton - 7 or 8
Alice - ?
Colton - You could give me one dollar, two quarters, and two dimes. If you even know what dimes are - they are the smallest ones.
Alice - How about $10.
Colton - Okay. You can do it for every lap, or just the total. I'm going for the total.
Thanks, Aunt Alice! As you can see, we're going for the total. The total what, I'm not sure yet, but we are determined ;-)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
He is adamant - ready to head to the court house this morning.
Angry that I wouldn't take him.
He'd like to change it to Wevin - or Wevan - or Weven.
Many different spellings were discussed. He really wanted it to have an "F" in it, but the actual pronunciation was more important, so we stuck with the "V".
If I won't take him to the court house, he will just change what people call him. Because it's his name, not mine, and if he wants to change it, I can't stop him.
Why the sudden attachment to Wevin?
He wants the name change complete by the time he is 7.
And his name will rhyme.
Because he is competitive about everything like his mama.
And his friend Thor . . . . .
. . . .is four.