Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Baked Apple Pork Chops
2 Tbsp Vegetable Oil
1/2 Cup Chopped Onion
2 Apples, Peeled, Cored, and Chopped, or Sliced
4-6 Pork Chops (cut 1/2 inch thick)
1/2 tsp Sea Salt
1/4 tsp Ground Black Pepper
2 Tbsp Brown Sugar
1/2 tsp Ground Mustard
1/8 tsp Ground Cloves
3/4 Cup Apple Juice (warm)
Heat oven to 375 degrees
In a large skillet heat vegetable oil. Saute onion until tender. Remove onion and set aside.
In skillet quickly brown pork chops on both sides.
Place browned pork chops in a baking dish, and cover with sauteed onions and apples.
In a small bowl combine sea salt, black pepper, brown sugar, mustard, cloves and apple juice. Pour over pork chops.
Cover and bake for 45 minutes.
Hope you enjoy it as much as my family does!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Well the past few days have been beautiful. All the signs of spring abound; the right amount of warm, wrapped in soft breezes, and lovely sunshine.
Runny Noses: Packs of to-go tissues abound for all the drippy sniffers in my house. This of course leads to the blooming of used tissues everywhere I look. Not only do we have allergies, but it would appear that my children have an aversion to that loooong walk to the garbage can.
Political Signs: It's spring here and the politcal signs are blooming. These things really get my allergies going. They are at full peak, and will mostly all wilt out after the May primaries wrap up, only to re-bloom again in time for the fall allergy season.
Pot Holes: I live in SWPA, they come with the territory, and they will swallow your car whole.
Road Crew Workers: Hey someone has to go out and lean on a sign that reads “Road Work Ahead”, and make it look like someone is fixing all those potholes. Not to mention trying to rock those bright orange road worker vests.
Man Boobs: Yes YOU have them, so hey guys do us all a favor, and put a shirt over those things. We don’t want to see them when you’re running, mowing the lawn, or any other time you feel the need to expose them to the world. If you can’t find a shirt, check with the road care boys….maybe they’ll lend you one of those fabulous orange vests.
The Bank Of Poo: It’s true, our yard has become a poo banking institution for dogs. The snow has melted, and we can now see every blooming pile of poo that a million other dogs from the neighborhood have deposited. These are in addition to the ones from our own dog. These do not accrue interest, and child labor is used to make withdrawals from the yard.
Waste Permit: With the nice weather comes dirt, and lots of it! It usually gains access to the house on the body, clothes, and shoes of one small boy. It is accompanied by bugs, worms, rocks, bits of yard, and on occasion tracked in bank deposits. It is booted from the premises through the bathtub, and washing machine drainage systems. The DEP has called and our bathtub waste permit should be arriving any day now.
Outdoor Potty: The six year old announced that it is now warm enough for him to pee outside, and then promptly tested the theory. Between him and the dog I shouldn't have to worry about watering the lawn all summer.
Well I’d love to stay, and post a few more, but I have to go clean a deposit off the carpet.
Spring has officially arrived in my neck of the woods.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
“Let’s play a Fishful Thinking game” I say. “What game?” asks Bubba.
“Let’s sit here with our eyes closed and you tell me what you hear.”
“Okay”. He closes his eyes, and listens. He starts to tell me what he is hearing, pausing to listen again between each telling.
“I hear bird chirpies”
“I hear an airplane”
“I hear daddy cutting grass”
“I hear a dog barking”
“I hear the trees talking” ….”What do they say?” I ask
“They’re happy the wind isn’t being mean today, and they are telling the birds to come visit them” …. “How nice. What else do you hear?”
“I hear a bee buzzing” silence…”Momma?” in a small fearful voice.
“I hear a big, mean dog barking, and it sounds like it’s coming to get us”
“Would you like to sit…?” He is in my lap before I can finish the question. He settles in, places his head on my shoulder, and starts to listen once again.
“I hear a car”
“I hear the wind”
In a hushed voice “Momma, I hear your heart talking!”
“Really? What is it saying?”
“It's saying Love you. Love you. Love you….. Do you think you can hear my heart talking?”
“Well, let’s see” He stands, and I place my head against his little body.
He waits anxiously “Can you hear it?”
“Oh yes” I say in a voice filled with awe.
“What is it telling you?”
“It says... Momma listen closely, and I will sing you a song….Your heart is singing to me”
Whispering…”Is it singing I love you?”
“Yes” I whisper back still listening. After a long moment “Do you know what else I hear?”
“What?” he asks expectantly.
“I hear a tummy rumbling, and growling…FEED ME FEED ME” I growl, tickling his belly. “Would you like to go back up to the house and help me make dinner?
He laughs, and plops back down into my lap. “No Momma, my tummy can wait. My heart wants to talk to yours some more”
We sit quietly, with the breeze caressing our faces, eyes closed, my arms wrapped around him, my chin on his head, listening, having a heart to heart. And…
It’s the best conversation ever.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
This morning I had a call from the appliance repairman. The part for my oven was in and he could come to fix it today! Overjoyed doesn’t begin to describe how I was feeling. Especially after letting my family eat at a fast food place yesterday, and everyone feeling a little ill afterwards. An hour after the call, here comes Mr. Repairman, who is a bit older than I expect.
RM: “Good morning young lady”, he says when I answer the door. (Yeah I like you already!) “I’m here to fix your stove. Your husband was here the other day when I came, and had the wrong part.”
Me: “Come on in! I’m sure glad to see you; I thought I was going to have to wait another week to get this thing fixed.”
RM: “Nope part came in early, and your husband told me you use the oven all the time, so I thought I’d get it fixed for you today. Good thing you’re still covered under warranty. You know these days there aren’t so many who use their oven a lot. They don’t make these ovens nowadays for heavy use”.
Me: “Well I do use that thing everyday, and before I know it, I’ll need it for canning all that good stuff from our garden.”
RM: “I kinda guessed you were a home canner”. At this point he is halfway inside the oven. I hear a muffled voice from inside. “How often do you clean this thing?”
Me: (Crap, I’m about to get hell for not cleaning the oven enough). “I don’t know, I guess every couple of months or so… when it’s dirty.”
RM: “You clean this thing too much.”
Me: "WHAT? Too much?! Uuum, I have to tell you no one has ever accused me of cleaning anything too much. Laughing, take a look around you’ll see what I mean."
RM: “I see”, he says in a quiet voice, and looking me in the eye. “I see a house full of living. I see a note that says I love mom and dad, I see papers hanging with good grades. I see signs of happy kids, who have parents that are proud and love them. Those things I don’t see at every house I visit”. Smiling, “I’m 74, and I have bad eyes... love I can see. Dust… well that I don’t see so good”.
Me: Tearing up, I smile, and manage to choke out a thank you for the kind words.
RM: “Your welcome. Still, you clean this thing too much. It burns out the heating element a lot faster when you use the self cleaning button.”
Me: “Yeah, but that’s what the clean button is for. Think they’ll ever invent one to do the bathroom, or a teenager’s bedroom?”
RM: Laughing “Highly unlikely!” “All done. I’ll be back tomorrow for the test dinner.”
Me: “It’s a deal”
RM: Smiling “Have a great afternoon, and I’ll see you next time you burn this baby up.”
When you need it most, encouragement can come from the smallest of gestures, simplest of words and from the most unexpected sources. You just have to recognize it, and appreciate it.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
In a bit we are going to do a shopping trip at the mall, and get some ice cream. While we're off having fun feel free to enjoy this cute little video.
Enjoy every opportunity to have fun with your kids!
Have a great day!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
3 Pounds Beef Tips
1 1/2 c. Fresh Mushrooms Sliced
1 Pkg Italian Green Beans Frozen
1 Small Onion Diced
1 can beef broth
Serve over top of rice, or pasta, with crusty bread. Sprinkle with grated parmesan.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I logged out, but the question bounced around in my head. Somewhere way back in the day, there was a time I may have said “Oh yeah, I’m a “Princess Barbie”, but it was when I was searching and unhappy.
Today I’m definitely a Cabbage Patch Doll. You remember them don’t you? Why do I think I’m more like a Cabbage Patch?
Well unlike Barbie, Cabbage Patch do not have an hourglass shape. I used to have an hourglass shape, but that was pre-thyroid disease, pre-pregnancy, and 20 some years ago. Today I’m a shape, and that shape is round.
A Barbie Doll is hard, and un-huggable. A Cabbage Patch is soft, you can hold them close, and squeeze them. Kids are always hugging me, even those that don’t belong to me, and I love every minute of it.
Barbie is all about the accessories. You can buy her clothes, shoes, cars, dune buggies, airplanes, houses, furniture, etc. With Cabbage Patch Dolls you could get a change of clothes, and an adoption certificate, and that was pretty much it, they didn’t need the rest of that stuff, they were too busy being held, hugged and loved.
And lastly Barbie has to buy her friends. Cabbage Patch is a friend.
Please Note: I’m not a Bratz Doll either and for all the same reasons, but I'd have to add… I don't have balloon lips, and my feet are attached.
So tell me what kind of doll are you?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Nikki was four years old when she became a big sister on Jan. 26, 2007. Exactly one month later after a week of high temperatures she was diagnosed with leukemia. AML type. It took three straight rounds of chemo to get her into remission, or 101 days in the hospital. Then after only two short weeks home, Nikki returned to the hospital to have a bone marrow transplant. The transplant occurred on June 29, 2007 and her baby sister was the perfect match. Ashley was only five months old when she was the donor. Nikki came home July 27, 2007 and has been home since, with only check-ups at the hospital. It has and continues to be a long road with a lot of ups and downs, but Nikki has been very brave. She continues to make us very proud everyday. Signed Nikki’s parents.
Update: July 27, 2008. It has been a year since Nikki has been out of the hospital. I am very happy to report that she is doing great. The best news is that all of the tests that she just had done came back normal. No signs of leukemia. Nikki is looking forward to her 6th birthday party and will be going to first grade this year. Way to go Nikki, you did it!
This week, I received an e-mail saying that an update had been made to Nikki’s Hospital Page. Her mom posted that the family had been sick, and Nikki had developed a fever that wouldn’t go away. A blood test was ordered and the results came back abnormal, and the subsequent lumbar puncture showed a high amount of blast cells. Her AML has returned. Doctors have immediately resumed chemotherapy treatments.
My heart is breaking for my friend, her family, and most of all for her little girl. Nikki knows what she is about to go through, and she is terrified.
When I told my son that Nikki’s illness had returned he was silent for a long moment. Then he knelt on the floor, put his head in my lap, and whispered “Dear God, Please make my friend Nikki all better again. She’s been a good girl, Amen”. Then he crawled into my lap, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tight.
So I say to you go hug your kids, and let them know you cherish them, and I ask this: Please add to my Bubba’s prayer with those of your own. If you don’t pray, then good thoughts, well wishes, healing vibes, words of comfort for the family, are all appreciated and welcomed. Thank you.
Facts about AML taken from the American Cancer Society Website:
What Is Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML)?
Acute myeloid leukemia (AML) goes by many names, including acute myelocytic leukemia, acute myelogenous leukemia, acute granulocytic leukemia, and acute non-lymphocytic leukemia. "Acute" means that the leukemia can progress quickly, and if not treated, would probably be fatal in a few months.
AML is a cancer that starts in the cells that are supposed to mature into different types of blood cells. AML starts in the bone marrow (the soft inner part of the bones, where new blood cells are made), but in most cases it quickly moves into the blood. It can sometimes spread to other parts of the body including the lymph nodes, liver, spleen, central nervous system (brain and spinal cord), and testes. In contrast, other types of cancer can start in these organs and then spread to the bone marrow (or elsewhere). Those cancers are not leukemia. Both children and adults can get leukemia.
AML is slightly more common among men than among women. The lifetime risk of getting AML for the average man is about 1 in 225; for the average woman the risk is about 1 in 300.
For More Information On AML go to the American Cancer Society Website.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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CCD is a mysterious disorder causing the disappearance of millions of honeybees that, if left unsolved, could affect the availability of the food we eat.
So go ahead and try this fabulous new scent, and help out the honey bee's too!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
They show these women shaking their large square rears, and the creepy king measuring their butts. The commercial ends with them saying "booty is booty". This oh so fine example of tasteless crap was for a kids meal with a Sponge Bob toy.
I'm an adult (most of the time), and I've always thought the "King" is creepy. I know that some will think the commercial is funny, and they are certainly entitled to their opinion, but for the life of me I can't figure out why we need to use these kinds of degrading images to sell kids a hamburger, and a toy. What ever happened to having kids in commercials geared towards kids?!
Creepy, and inappropriate, and did I say creepy?
Edited to add: To the person who sent me this link : BK Commercial
Thank you (I think), and as to your opinion, you're entitled to it, as I am to mine. I am not about controversy, I just prefer to teach my son to respect not only women, but all people. And how about next time put your "opinion" in the comments department.
Friday, April 3, 2009
With that said, here’s what’s been…
Heard At My House This Week:
My butt is scratchy! Lucas says if you have a scratchy butt it means you didn’t get all the poop. Does someone want to check my butt?
---Uh No, and note to self don’t hold Lucas’ hand on the school field trip.
Hey Boo, did you know two lefts don’t make a right? It’s true…I heard it on the news.
---I don’t recall seeing that on the news, and I’m pretty sure it’s two wrongs, but hey maybe they changed it when I wasn’t looking, and yeah I've heard somewhere that the news is reliable.
Mooooooom…I spilled milk, and I’m not crying. If you’d have gotten me a Sham-Wow it would’ve cleaned up like 2 million times what I spilled.
---Okay, so I’m the one that’s crying, and yes my son wants a Sham-Wow. He thinks it’s a license to spill.
Lily said if you get gray hair, and pull it out it grows on your head like a weed. Did you pull out a gray hair mom?
---Let’s see, I never had a gray hair until 6 years ago, and he’s um 6. ‘Nuff said.
After a conversation on family history…I’m half acrobat, half human, and half democrack.
---Okay who was I sleeping with, and what was I drinking?!?!?
And last but not least…
Why can’t I smell my boogies?
---Putting that one out there for ya’ll, cause I got nuthin!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
They are best pals, and where you see one, the other is close by. Our son taught Toby how to dig holes in the yard, and once we caught Toby trying to bury him in one.
When Bubba is playing with his cars Toby is right there, and when Bubs isn’t looking Toby steals the cars and chews off the wheels. When Bubba is playing with his dinosaurs, he gives the herbivores to Toby to chew up so that they look like carnivores mauled them. Toby is always happy to do so.
Every morning Toby barks, growls, and tries to chase off the big yellow monster that steals away his brother. That school bus is not his friend, even in the afternoon when it brings his brother back.
When the bus has gone Toby will whine, howl, and scratch at the door. After a while he goes to his pillow, lies down, and eventually he is quiet.
I totally understand his frustration. I miss the days when Bubba was home all day. There are times when the house feels so big, so quiet, and quite lonely when everyone else is gone. Today this wet, gloomy, rainy day is one of them.
I have tons of chores that need completed, e-mails to answer, phone calls to return, and candles to deliver, but today if anyone is looking for me they’ll find me next to Toby, staring at the door.