Thursday, September 30, 2010
I'm thankful that this life is a process. I'm thankful that even though there are rotten days there are really good days, too. I'm thankful that my son is forgiving, because Heaven knows I could be a better mom. I'm thankful that my husband is patient because I need it. I am thankful that I get to be at home and raise my child. I'm grateful for good health. I am blessed to get a full night's sleep almost every night. The Mr.'s job meets our financial needs. The Bug is healthy. We had a good garden this year. We are close to family. The church is true. Conference is this weekend. There must be a message that I really need to hear because Satan is sure trying hard to get me down.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
So, this week I'll be better at wearing my hat all the time, not just most, and careful around transitions (bedtime). Ready, go.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The past two years I've canned salsa with my sister-in-law and it is good! Here is the recipe she uses:
1 Gallon Diced Tomatoes
2 Large Green Peppers
4 Jalapeno Peppers
1 1/3 C. White Vinegar or Lime Juice
2 12-oz cans Tomato Paste
1 T. Sugar
3 T. Salt
1 1/2 T. Garlic Powder
Blanch and peel tomatoes. Dice or puree ingredients to desired consistency. Mix together and warm in pot. Ladle into heated jars. Steam bath for 20 minutes.
I prefer the white vinegar to the lime juice myself, and I usually don't use all the jalapenos. NOTE: use gloves when you're cutting the jalapenos! I spent several hours with my fingers in buttermilk last year. Just trust me--it BURNS! If you don't like your salsa very spicy, remove all the insides, especially seeds, before adding to the salsa.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Generous friends and family. We have been so blessed lately by the graciousness of others.
Coconut Vanilla scented lotion
Naptime. Oh, naptime, how I love thee.
Second chances. And third, and fourth, and...
Tis the season to be thankful! Only a few more weeks until we pull out the thankful tree. It's a tradition. Since last year, anyway.
Twice a year our local grocery store has a case lot sale. All of their "bulk" food storage items go on sale and we try to stock up on things that we use consistently. We have been counseled by our church leaders to store food for emergencies. But we're not talking 72-hour kits here.
"Acquire and store a reserve of food and supplies that will sustain life. . . . As long as I can remember, we have been taught to prepare for the future and to obtain a year's supply of necessities. I would guess that the years of plenty have almost universally caused us to set aside this counsel. I believe the time to disregard this counsel is over. With events in the world today, it must be considered with all seriousness."L. Tom Perry
Since we've been married, the Mr. and I have tried to accumulate what food storage we can here and there; pulling a year's worth of food out of nowhere costs a pretty penny, so we've had to do it slowly.
I've always been a bit overwhelmed by it all; knowing what and how much to buy, how to store it, and especially how to rotate it so that we actually use what we buy. For my birthday this year my Mom got me this book:
I love it! No, I am not being paid to endorse this book. I wish. At the front of the book is a list of all the food you need for a one-year supply, and how much of each you need per adult in your family. So I wrote out a list, did a quick inventory, and figured out what we still needed for the very basics. We actually had a lot more than I thought. I then went to my handy-dandy Macey's case lot sale with some moolah we set aside for this sort of thing and went nuts. Well, half nuts, really. That's all that would fit in the cart. Then I did my normal grocery shopping, and filled up another cart. And next week I'll do it again.
I'm grateful for inspired leaders. Now if:
-There was a local natural disaster
-There was a world-wide disaster
-Food prices spiked
-Use your imagination
We would be a little better off. That Joseph in Egypt really knew what he was doing (If you don't know what I'm talking about, see the musical. Or, you know, read the Bible).
Plus, the salt containers make great building blocks. Just sayin'.
Monday, September 20, 2010
I figured it didn't make much sense to have long hair if I was just throwing it under a hat every day, so I bit the bullet and chopped it off. I'm not in love with it, and I don't think I picked the right cut for hat wearing, but it is what it is. Hopefully it helps.
This morning the Mr. worked from home for a few hours so that I could sleep in (thank you Love). I got up to a disastrous kitchen that I didn't feel like cleaning yesterday. We waved goodbye to Daddy out the window just like every morning, and then we got to work. Get the dog up (the Bug's favorite part of the day, I think). Turn the water on in the garden while the Bug tries to climb the fence and re-route the hose. Dig up a few extra potatoes for the roast tonight while the Bug begs for raspberries. Find THIS:
I chopped potatoes and onions while the Bug threw carrot peels at Kizzy and giggled endlessly. Then he just brought the whole garbage can over for her dining pleasure.
I started on the dishes. The Bug pulled up a stool and whisked dirty potatoes in a pot in the sink.
I cleaned up the counter while the Kizz tried to sneak her way in through the garage.
Come downstairs to check the family website.
Come upstairs to find the trash can upside down and the Kizz in the middle of the kitchen.
Isaac asks for music.
Go upstairs to look at my list. There isn't one thing I can check off yet? Seriously? How is it already 11?
Isaac thinks it's funny to blow his nose without tissue. Repeatedly.
Prayer. Scriptures. Exercise. Finally.
Come upstairs to find the Bug using the pizza cutter. Awesome.
Hair. Makeup. Get the Bug dressed.
Realize the crockpot is turned on but not plugged in. Oops.
Isaac draws on the table.
Time for snacks and then a run to the store for lime juice and jalapenos, and ice cream for Family Night.
See that the plug for the crockpot fell out of the outlet. Lovely.
Can salsa. Strong onions, lots of tears. A pot of hot water all down my front. Change clothes.
Ditch the roast. We'll try again tomorrow. Good thing there's chicken soup in the fridge.
Wish I had some chips--this salsa looks good!
Time to clean in between batches before the Bug wakes up.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
That I don't feel old
For friends and neighbors who bring us fruit
For my glasses. Or should I call them my finger-proof eyeball shields?
Our new "sound system." Thanks Mom, I've been playing music all day!
That little children need naps in the middle of the day
For time without the computer
For my new book 'Cooking with Food Storage' (more on that later)
For Macey's semi-annual case lot sale
That I have never owed on a credit card
For fun jewelry
That Conference is only a few weeks away!!
That I have so much to be grateful for
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
It's funny, on Sunday we had a Regional Conference and Sister Beck spoke about her concerns regarding young mothers and all of the distractions presented to them. She spoke especially of the internet. Well, it's nice to know I'm not alone; I just thought I had an especially compulsive personality (you do, Shawna). Apparently it is an issue for many. Like so many good things, it is easy to go too far.
I think the perfect balance for me would be about twenty minutes a day. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of will power. So I am leaning towards keeping the computer off most of the time and turning it on once or twice a week to catch up on things. And computer+Isaac never equals a good time--it's going to have to be while he's either napping or down for the night.
TV isn't a huge issue around here. The only channels we get are the Discovery Channel and the Travel Channel. Isaac has a week spot for Cash Cab, but in all reality the TV is rarely on.
I have to say, it felt really good to be tied to one less thing. It's so easy to default to the computer. When it's just not an option, I slowly start thinking about what I really should be doing. I am going to try harder to get rid of the enjoyable-but-not-so-important things in my life. I think we've all got a few of those! Now to find joy in the less-enjoyable-but-really-worth-it-in-the-end things. That aren't really things. Things.
Monday, September 13, 2010
So the first week of plan whatever-it-is-I'm-calling-it went really well. As long as I've got my head covered and glasses on, I don't pull. It's awesome. I do have to say the ensemble does get a little old, so I'm going to have to get creative. Transition times are my downfall; getting up in the morning, after working out, after a shower, before going to bed, etc.., I've decided I need to keep a hat and glasses next to the bed for the mornings, and gloves are better at night. It's just remembering that's the problem. All in all, a great first week. Now I just have to keep it up for...oh, six months...a year maybe...no problem!
Here's last week in pictures:
Friday, September 10, 2010
"One of the greatest tragedies we witness almost daily is the tragedy of (men) of high aim and low achievement. Their motives are noble. Their proclaimed ambition is praiseworthy. Their capacity is great. But their discipline is weak. They succumb to indolence. Appetite robs them of will."
Gordon B. Hinckley
Indolence: Disinclined to exert oneself; habitually lazy. Inactivity resulting from a dislike of work.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
By the time this post posts, I imagine I will be thankful:
That the musical is over. It's been a great summer, but it will be nice to have my evenings back.
For the computer. After having gone four days without, I am sure I will have a long list of things I want to do when I get back on.
For a clean house. I am really, really hoping that I will be grateful for a clean house on Thursday, because that will mean I have one. And it is time for me to have a really, really clean house.
For this picture:
I love how a split second can make the difference between an awesome picture
Hope you have a list of "gratefuls" today!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Here's the thing. I'm planning on wearing a hat or a scarf on my head every day so that I can't pull without consciously taking it off (and getting conscious is one of my main goals here). Around the house that's no problem, aside from it getting really old and dull and wanting to let my beautiful hair down every once in awhile, but I've run into a problem. Sometimes I have to leave my house. When I do, off comes the scarf because I feel silly. When I come home, I do not remember to immediately put the scarf back on and this is my downfall. So I'm wondering what to do. Do I have the guts to don a scarf in public? I'm not a huge fan of lying or bending the truth, but I don't think it is appropriate to explain to every person that gives me a funny look that I have a tendency to pull out my hair.
If I saw someone wearing a scarf over their hair around town I would think that they were either trying to hide something or trying to work a new style that wasn't...working. Actually, in all honesty, I would probably think: 'oh, cute! I should do that.' But I worry that other people would look at me and think differently. The last thing I want is to draw attention to myself. And yet, I think it would help me. I just wish I didn't care so much about what other people think; feel the need to explain myself, you know? Any thoughts?
I feel like I am getting to a good place with my Trichotillomania. I don't like it, of course I don't like it. I hate it, and I hate myself when I don't want to pull out my hair and my body just does it anyway. But I am not ashamed. It is not something I feel like I have to hide, and that is refreshing. Like I said, it's not exactly something to be shouted from the rooftops, but my value is not decreased because I struggle with this.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Here's a tidbit from the book 'Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child' I have been reading.
"The concept of emotion coaching is a simple one that's based on common sense and rooted in our deepest feelings of love and empathy for our children. Unfortunately, however, emotion coaching doesn't come naturally to all parents simply because they love their children. Nor does it automatically flow out of a parent's conscious decision to take a warm and positive approach to dealing with a child. Rather, Emotion Coaching is an art that requires emotional awareness and a specific set of listening and problem-solving behaviors...The path to becoming a better parent--like most every road to personal growth and mastery--begins with self-examination."
What? We have to work to be good parents? Oh shoot, I'm in trouble.
I was so sure when I was young and unmarried and planning my future family that I would be the world's best mom. I would be loving and understanding and have oodles of patience and no temper. While these are all wonderful things they are not, necessarily, true. Of me, I mean. I do hope to get there--plan to, in fact, but the illusion that because I wanted it so badly I could be that way naturally, without effort, has indeed come tumbling down. Like the book says--it takes effort. It takes awareness and hard work to change and lots and lots of opportunities to do so. I can see myself growing already in the short time I've been a parent. She can be taught!
I have also found that a good dose of time on one's knees (we're talking prayer, people) can go a lot farther than the 'philosophies of men'. They have their place, don't get me wrong--why do you think I'm reading this book? I'm just saying; if you need some direction regarding parenting, the ultimate Father may have some good ideas. Just sayin'.
Now if only I can be better at following my own advice.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
And here is what I am thankful for:
A cuddly Bug. Isaac gives the best hugs in the world. I'm serious. I'm talking the throw your arms around the neck and squeeze like crazy hugs. It makes every dirty diaper and temper tantrum instantly worth it.
September! I'm kind of not ready for summer to be over, but I realized today that I am actually looking forward to fall leaves, snuggly sweaters, and deeper, richer colors. I was born in September; that makes it a good month. I met the Mr. in September...I think...or at least almost September. September is the time to can peaches--yum. September is the month we found out the Bug was a bug and not a buggette. All good things. What a fine month September is!
The Mr. I bought him a Reese's at the grocery store today to thank him for something. He loves Reese's. Only I can't remember what it is I have to thank him for, I only know that there most certainly is a reason. Oh well, I'll just have to thank him for something like being the world's greatest dad and taking such good care of the Bug, or being an awesome, understanding husband and having so much patience with me, or for working so hard every day so that we can have a beautiful house and food and even dog food for a dog that he doesn't even like and 9-volt batteries.
The internet. I kind of hate it too, because it's really easy for me to waste ridiculous amounts of time on it, but today it really came in handy. I went here and read a talk on an issue I was having. What a blessing to have so many inspiring words at my fingertips.
I am grateful for other things, too, but no one wants to read a forever long blog post. I certainly don't. Go find something to be grateful for.