Friday, June 25, 2010
Special K cookies
1 cup white sugar
1 cup corn syrup
1 cup peanut butter
Special K, Wheaties, cornflakes, or Cheerio cereal.
Mix sugar and corn syrup in a saucepan; bring to boil over medium heat. Boil for 1 minute, stirring as needed. Add peanut butter and stir until melted. Stir in cereal. Just add until cereal is coated but there aren't big gobs of syrup that don't have any cereal. Drop by tablepoon onto greased surface/waxed paper. Great base and it's all equal parts so if you only have 2/3 cup peanut butter, just use 2/3 cup of the other ingredients. You can also add in raisins, dried fruit or nuts or drizzle with melted chocolate.
Easy Stovetop Cavatini
1 jar spaghetti sauce
chopped green peppers
1 can diced tomatoes, drained
1-2 t. sugar
fresh or dried basil
Saute green peppers and onion in olive oil. Add sauce, pepperonie, black olives, and tomatoes to green pepper/onion mixture. Heat through. Add sugar and basil to taste. (I personally think cavatini needs a sweetness with the sugar and basil add. ) Serve on top of cooked pasta.
Poor Man's Prime Rib
uncooked, thawed roast, any cut
1 can beef broth
1 envelope dry Italian salad dressing mix
Place all ingredients in slow cooker and cook 8-10 hours.
Angel Food Delight
1 angel food cake, cubed or torn into inch by inch sized pieces
2 21 ounce cans pie filling (strawberry, cherry, blueberry, or raspberry) or use fresh fruit
1 8 ounce package cream cheese, softened
1 c. powdered sugar
1 8 ounce carton Cool Whip
Beat the cream cheese and sugar; fold in Cool Whip and cake cubes. Spread into a 13 x 9 pan and top with pie filling. Refrigerate at least 2 hours before serving. (Can also do in a clear glass bowl or trifle bowl and do in layers.)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Around the beginning of May, after months of waking up multiple times at night and often times being awake for hours at a time in the middle of the night, things suddenly changed. She started sleeping longer during her naptime, more deeply, without waking up after 45 minutes of napping and me having to tell her to go back to sleep. She started waking up only once at night, coming into our room, and then falling right back asleep. We were thrilled.
Yet now it's the beginning of June and for some reason we have seen her go back to her old habits. Waking up, staying awake, waking up in the middle of her nap, big dark bags under her eyes. I would like to blame it on our trips to Norfolk a week or so ago. Four car trips total of over two hours so weird nap times and bedtimes. Eating lunch and supper at weird times too. And since then, we've had a couple other excursions/events that have sent our schedule for sleeping into kind of a disarray. But I don't know if that's it or not.
Maybe it's just her. In the last few weeks, she's verbalized quite frequently that she thinks tall things like telephone poles, trees, and buildings are going to fall down. I don't know if it's earthquake related but I kind of wonder. And we got a package in the mail from her HCH friend, Julie, a package of cheese that I had ordered from their dairy. She was really excited about the package and excited to eat the cheese. But she asked me later that day if Julie was coming to our house in a box. I suppose like the cheese. Sometimes you wish you knew what those little heads were thinking. And I definitely wish I knew why falling back asleep is so hard for her.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I read two wonderfully sad and heartbreaking stories, taken from this Miami Herald article, today. They are wonderful because they remind us of the humanness of the earthquake. That it is not a dead bird but a dead girl. That where we are worried about industries like shrimping being harmed, we do not have any industries in our country that specialize in preparing dirt as a food source.
"We saw a woman selling dirt today. Dirt to eat. Walking downtown by the palace. Along Champs de Mars, which used to be a big open space but now is crammed tight with tents and tarps and cardboard and sheet-made homes pushed in to every scrap of bare ground. She was selling candy and crackers and dirt baked with salt and butter into small discs for eating."
"He pulled out a tiny picture, the size you get for school pictures of his beautiful little 8-year-old girl. She was out playing in the yard near a wall when the earthquake happened and the wall fell on her. He dug her out himself and she had already passed. He wanted to take her to the countryside to bury her and was trying to gather the money to arrange getting there. He waited three days, but after three days he could not wait any longer. So he had to wrap her carefully in a sheet and carry her into the street. Front-end loaders were coming through the streets to scoop up the bodies left on the curbs. He could not stand to leave her in the street to be scooped up by a machine. The only thing he could do was wrap her in a sheet and place her gently in the bucket of the front end loader himself -- to be driven away and buried in a mass grave."
And I just read the follow stats off of Troy Livesay's Twitter page: Haiti has 1,322 camps,with more than 10,000 tents and 564,000 tarpaulins covering more than a million people, accordng to migration officials .
May we not forget that while things like the BP oil spill are devestating, it is not the same as the issues associated with global poverty, true genocides or a disaster that kills 200, 000 and displaces over a million.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Playing with Moon Sand (a combo of playdough and sand) and helping my daughter clean up the stuff off the floor, only to discover a stray turd on the floor in the middle of all of it. Must have just slipped out...darn things!
Walking in on my daughter in the bathroom after she had just pooped in the toilet, to find her using toilet paper like a wash cloth and the toilet like a sink...as she washed her face. (Just in case you care, the poop was still floating in the toilet as she washed up.)
-I just started reading a blog called Passionate Homemaking. This week there was a great post on patience and anger. I specifically enjoyed what was said about man's anger not producing the righteousness of God. As a parent, it is so tempting to want to be angry as you discipline, trying to manipulate and control. You know that feeling, the "I will make you obey" feeling. This was a great reminder of the error in that type of thinking.
-I've also enjoyed reading my friend, Jake's, blog. He's a friend from high school church camp and college and currently a pastor in Omaha. I've just found everything he's written to be very thoughtful and relevent. He's the minister of adult studies (or something like that) so he has done a lot of Christian worldview/contemporary culture type posts.
-I'm also quite excited about Gregg's current sermon series, which is a look at Biblical characters and their prayer lives. And my friend, Nicky, recommended a book called The Power of a Positive Mom which I order off of half.com and am anxious to read.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Not really... (although if you're hiding some chocolate in there, I might be game!)
But I am collecting preowned (or new) bras and underwear. Not in a creepy, I might have to call the police sort of way. More in a it's an easy way to help someone else sort of way. Here's the scoop:
My blogworld friend, Dawn, has developed a way to send underwear, shoes, and bras to places like Haiti, where those things can be hard to come by. Her project, The Undy 500, specifically is looking for gently used undergarments.
Summer is a great time for such an event simply because of one factor: garage sales. You may have just had one, or maybe you're getting ready to have one, or maybe you just like bargain hunting. Regardless, you've probably encountered some almost new Little Mermaids in a size 4T or a slightly used bra that just didn't fit quite right so it was abandoned to the bottom of the drawer. Maybe it was your garage sale or someone else's. Maybe you feel a little weird about reselling them or handing them down to your usual source for hand me downs. Maybe you saw them on the garage sale table and thought, "What a waste! Those look like they were never worn." But maybe, instead of throwing it away or walking by it, you give them to me. And I give them to the Undy 500 campaign. And some little old lady in Haiti who is missing all but her front teeth gets your bra and smiles a beautiful toothless smile. Or some cute as a bug 4 year old girlie, with braids and dancing eyes, lights up as she carries a handful of new-to-her Little Mermaid briefs in the front door of her two room house.
Want to be a part of the last maybes? Send me your stuff. Drop it off at my house, catch me at church, or simply ask me for the address of the woman who is collecting items and send it directly to her. It's just like your Mama told you: never underestimate what a good bra (or pair of underwear) can do.