Sunday: Barbecue B LT Chicken Salad
Friday: Homemade Pizzas
Saturday: Chicken Nuggets, mashed potatoes, apple sauce
dinner: Slow Cooker Chicken Taco Soup
Warm and Comforting thoughts of my mom flood my heart when I think of toast and hot chocolate, teapots, and heaven.
Sunday: Barbecue B LT Chicken Salad
Friday: Homemade Pizzas
Saturday: Chicken Nuggets, mashed potatoes, apple sauce
dinner: Slow Cooker Chicken Taco Soup
Posted by Debbie at 6:33 AM
I was sitting in the dreaded Teacher's lounge eating lunch with some unique and wonderful women. We were talking politics and I announce that it doesn't matter if the Democrat is purple or pink, I'm a Republican. That was wrong and I wish I could go back and say instead, "I'm a Christian. I'm not voting for any party that does not coiincide with my Christian beliefs." My sister says that the word Christian does not hold the best connotation these days and I should say I want to vote with the Bible. What does the Bible say about the economy? I know I should trust the Lord with all my heart, not store my treasures here on earth, and God takes care of the sparrow and dresses the lillies of the field. I'm not sure how that equates to a vote on either side of party lines, but I'm not ashamed of my siding with God and the Bible. There is a Baptist minister running for president, but I'm not sure his chances are all that great, so I'll just stick with one of the two big guys. Early voting begins Monday, and I will SO be at the poles. Not only because I hate the rushed feelings on the actual last chance voting day, but I REALLY want to GET THIS OVER WITH.
Posted by Debbie at 5:46 AM
and I thought partial-birth abortion was bad. now we have induced labor abortion. babies taken pre-maturely and allowed to die. God please reveal Your true self to Obama. Give his wife dreams of those babies that he has voted legislation to kill. God, I pray for justice to be done against those who allow abortion to take place legally.
Posted by Debbie at 4:47 PM
HEB was out of milk for a while due to Hurricane Ike, so I had only bought a couple half- gallons that were still available. That ran out several days ago, so I decided to buy a gallon at Braum's. Both my sisters had mentioned Braum's milk didn't have some hormone that others had and to quote one sister, "They know their own cows." Makes sense to me and I was delighted at the other goodies I could get there. I bought bananas, carrots, apples and yogurt. I threw caution to the wind and even bought a gallon of Braum's Iced Tea. I stopped myself from buying some ice-cream because that would have made just too much sense. Now that "the recession that noone wants to admit to" has hit us middle classers in the grocery department, I didn't see much of a price difference, so I'll be back again. Another highlight was the paper bags at the checkout. The smell and crinkly sound of which takes me back to childhood. I have bought into the whole go green thing at HEB and have purchased 4 of their re-usable cloth bags. They were only a buck each and I feel pretty cool carrying them. Also, the handles don't pinch your hands like the plastic ones can.
Posted by Debbie at 3:24 PM
It's not today, but it's coming up this weekend. And my dear sister has told me she wants to give me a gift I've really been wanting and will cry with joy on receiving it. I know I would want the same for her. I love giving gifts and feeling that they are a blessing to the recipient. I fully agree with, "It is better to give than receive." There is something I want for my birthday. What means much more to me than a gift is quality time. It is my dominant love language. Spending time with my sisters is fun and priceless. I feel the same way about my husband. I have repeatedly asked him to not buy me a gift, but take me out to eat, hold my hand for no reason at all, and tell me he loves me at a time when I don't expect it. And yes, he's reading this over my sholder as I type. It never hurts to drop a hint or in this case a huge boulder. I love you husband!
Posted by Debbie at 7:02 PM
Today my mother would have turned 59 again. I will continue to be 29 when my birthday rolls around this year, so it's only fair that I stop counting everyone else's birthdays too. My mother is remembered always, but the memories are not as sore as when it is fall. When cooler weather begins to blow in, the weathermen start to talk of cold fronts, and the harvest decorations show up in the store is when I miss my mom the most. All the comfort and warmth in the world rested in my mom's arms. And for some reason, autumn starts to remind me of that warmth I've lost here on this earth.
The Cracker Barrel store is one of the places that remind me of mom. She always decorated for the holidays and all of the turkeys and snowmen they sell are just overwhelmingly mom. Obviously, I love their store during the holiday season and would go broke buying all their Pilgrims and Indians if I'd allow myself. As part of my persistent reminiscing that began two and a half years ago, other than the Cracker Barrel, I like looking through mom's old recipe binder. She subscribed to Country Woman Magazine among others and collected most of the recipes she came across. I just saw a recipe that really reminded me of the way she cooked. I look forward to making this for my family and I hope it tastes just like something she made when we were all back home with her. Knowing my culinary skills, that is wishful thinking.
Menu for this week:
Sunday - Porkchops and Rice
Monday - Scrambled Eggs and Tortillas
Tuesday - Burritos
Wednesday - Turkey Sausage Stirfry
Thursday - Chili-Mac
Friday - Hamburgers
Saturday - Slowcooker chicken
This week is lasting forever!!! I'm back in the saddle and am spending my week in anticipation of the weekend again. Rushing around trying to get things done and waiting until I have some extra time to get it all straight. I know, I know, I just had two months of extra time. I'm going to post our menu so far this week, but will not be posting on orgjunkie.com as you will see it is incomplete and maybe even embarrassing.
Sunday: McDonald's chicken sandwhich and Mcnugget Happy Meals
Monday: Creamy tomato chicken spaghetti.....Really Good
Wednesday: Corn Dogs
Thursday: Hamburgers and Tator Tots
Posted by Debbie at 3:19 PM
The "Better than Robert Redford" dessert is good enough to make someone want to fly back early from the Domincan Republic. You know what I'm sayin'? Fantastically fattening. If you're going to eat something full of calories, it better be something fabulous to make it all worth it. I am back in the throws of pre-school year teacher in service and I am seeing several co-workers coming back slim and trim. I'm coming back seven pounds heavier, so I am saying no more to french fries, fried chicken, and anything else I tend to eat fried. After my body realizes I mean business, I'm gonna subtract something else from my diet. I am thinking it should be sodas. They really aren't that good tasting and as long as I can have my coffee in the morning and my half sweet/half unsweet iced teas, I shouldn't feel too deprived. As punishment for still being in a size 12, I will wear the same raggedy old pants I wore last year until I can buy some in size 10.
Posted by Debbie at 4:23 PM
God is good and He provides for all of our needs! Thank-you Jesus! This is our menu for the week. It's hard to buy groceries for next Sunday because the meat or dairy will expire by then, so I'm going to list today's menu and stop on Saturday.
PIZZA HUT BUFFET Woooohoooo! for lunch
& PANCAKES for dinner
BEEF TACO SKILLET
BETTER THAN ROBERT REDFORD DESSERT
CREAMY TOMATO AND CHICKEN SPAGHETTI
SLOW COOKER CHICKEN TACO STEW
VEGIE SALAD AND ROLLS
INDIVIDUAL PIZZAS FOR GIRLS
CHEESY PASTA AND GREEN PEAS
BEEF CORN DOGS
& TATOR TOTS for lunch
CELERY, PEANUT BUTTER/HUMMUS
& FRESH FRUIT TRAY for dinner
How lovely on the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who announces peace And brings good news of happiness, Who announces salvation, And says to Zion, "Your God reigns!" Isaiah 52:7 And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things! Romans 10:15
Posted by Debbie at 5:38 AM
I feel better now. I go and pick Puddin up from daycare and one of the teachers tells me everything I wanted to hear. They will love her, just consider them extended family...etc. My eyes started to "water" as I asked the teacher if Puddin seemed happy to her. I thought both the girls had looked a little dismal. But now that I think about it, I did drag them out of bed before their eyes were even opened. God answered my prayer quickly. He is taking care of His daughters and I'm included in that.
Enough of being self absorbed for now, let me pray for something you're feeling anxious about. God is no respecter of persons. I know this peace I feel comes directly from Jesus, the Prince of Peace, and that means He has enough to go around.
Preschool has not met my expecations thus far. Maybe I just have set the bar a little too high. Or maybe the 922. 35 a month over the span of 10 months isn't enough. Maybe to get good childcare you have to pay over a thousand. If my girls can't be with me, then I want the next best thing. Day 1 was just OK. Day 2 has me mad. Breakfast this morning was chaotic because, catch this, I wasn't exactly sure how everything worked. Would have been great to see an administrator, teacher, heck a custodian could have helped direct a clueless mother wandering around holding two little girls' hands. I finally arrive with Puddin to her classsroom and am asked, "Has she had breakfast?" I say not yet which earns the response, "Well, I guess we can find something for her." Am I overstepping my bounds? Being demanding? Aren't you the one who applied for this job? Are you not drawing a paycheck for this? I am not pleased and will, for the second time in two days, have a sit down chat with the coordinator.
Part of the problem is my guilt for having to leave them to begin with. My other problem is being a teacher. We become the worst critics of other teachers. I also have a good week to scrutinize and critique. God, please help me to have the right attitude and know what I should expect. You love my girls and I ask you to set the expectations I should have for their daycare. Amen.
The sky has been cloudy all day, but no rain so far. I feel a little cloudy today too. Both the girls spent the morning with their new teachers for the year. I got to see my new classroom where I will be spending my mornings this school year. And I feel hesitant to leave my summer behind. My summer spent falling more in love with two little girls. They are growing way too soon for their dad and me. Their daddy just ordered them the other day to, "Slow down!" I wish I could sit down with my mother over that familiar kitchen counter and talk about how hard it is to see your babies grow up and need you less everyday. How much more compassion and understanding do I have for her now! I wish I would have known then how dear I was to her. Imperfections and all, I was simply her daughter and held a piece of her heart in my naive and inconsiderate hands. One day, I will be able to speak to her again. A day and hour I do not know, I am going to the place where she now lives. Until that time, I will look forward to the future and hope God has for my little girls and trust Him again and again to protect them and guide their steps.
Leftover PEACH COBBLER
Fresh BROCCOLI with SOUR CREAM DRESSING
EASY CHEESE QUESADILLAS
COLD CORN SALAD
CHIPS and CHILI DIP
Sunday Lunch:CHICKEN SPAGHETTI
My Princess met her new teacher, Ms. Andrea, today. She seems lovely and I am very excited and at ease. She's so ready to be back into that school routine and around all the other kids. And what a sweet surprise when we got home and found a postcard addressed to Princess welcoming her to Ms. Andrea's class. Princess seemed so impressed by this piece of mail specifically for her that she made sure to show her dad as soon as he came in the door. What a special moment to yield such a wretched response. "Wow, your teacher is named Mrs. Booger Face. That was really nice of Mrs. Booger Face." Can you imagine Princess on the first day of school addressing Ms. Andrea in such a way? Oh, hubby thought he was real funny playing on the naivete of a three-year old.
Hubby's sense of humor is unique, but I get it and sometimes will even laugh. Like when we were sitting in front of the TV and a commercial for the Olympics came on. It tried very hard to play on its audience's emotions and inspire them to watch. It really didn't add any enthusiasm to my perception of the Olympics and I wondered what hubby was thinking, so I asked, "Is there any specific competition you're looking forward to?" His response, "Debbie, I still don't know what country I'll be routing for let alone a certain event." Ha Ha. He can make me smile and I love him for it.
Monday: Steak and Baked Potatoes
Tuesday: Vegetable Salad w/ mayo, sugar, lemon juice dressing
Wednesday: Scrambled Eggs, Tortillas, Cheddar Cheese
Thursday: Deviled Chicken baked w/ lemon juice, mustard, paprika...
Friday: Chicken Enchiladas, Rice, Beans
Saturday Lunch: Leftover Enchiladas
Saturday Din: Chili Dogs, Apple Salad
Sunday Lunch: Spaghetti, Garlic Toast, Peach Cobbler
Sunday Din: Cereal/Pancakes
Sometime when I was a teenager, I was vacuuming one of our home's kitchen rugs with the hose extension. That carpet seemed to become Velcro to any dirt or fuzz that came it's way, so you had to get down on your hands and knees if you really wanted to be efficient. And if anything, I love efficiency. Because I was getting into the cleaning groove, I continued to vacuum the entire linoleum floor with the hose attachment. My paternal grandmother watched me perform this act of cleanliness and she was, I dare say, quite impressed. See, rumors traveled that she had already made up her mind years before that her granddaughters were not the most tidy creatures. To be truthful, I was probably only down on the floor vacuuming because of her visit in the first place.
Well, would you believe that cleaning groove came on me a bit yesterday and I found myself on my hands and knees again. In my own kitchen this time, scrubbing my linoleum with a rag, water and some Fabuloso. You see, I still believe in efficiency. When something is worth doing, especially cleaning, it needs to be done correctly and completely. The problem is, this idealism causes me to shrink back from basic cleaning because my mind turns it into some kind of monstrous task.
On that floor yesterday, I thought back about that story of my grandma and how my effort had pleased her. I thought about how I wanted to clean that floor not just for the necessity, but because it pleases my Father in heaven. In the story of Mary and Martha, I've always felt Martha deserved a little more credit for her determination to get things done. I believe while I'm cleaning the floor, scrubbing the toilet, or folding clothes, I can still commune with God and know that I am pleasing Him both in taking care of what He has given me and in my relationship with Him.
The beginning of the school year is fast approaching and my stomach is churning. No, not anything I ate, it is because I will be handing my precious little girls over to strangers to care for them during the day while I return to the work force. I have to remind myself alomost daily that my children are the Lord's heritage. They belong to Him and I must trust Him to take care of them. Even when they are under my watchful eye. Like now when I'm on the computer and Puddin's in the living room playing or something. Take care of my precious babies, Lord.
I have chosen a daycare called Cornerstone. Supposedly they only employ Christians. Hubby leaves all the daycare solutions to me and has trusted me to choose the most economical place. Yeah honey, of course I chose a child care facility based on price. Puhlease, you can't pay for peace of mind and that's why during week one, I've planned to drop in unexpectedly, observe all the goings on and interrogate the staff. I'll update you on my findings.
Something strange about all this hot weather is I'm seeing a lot more bugs coming into the house. They're obviously in search of some AC, but they are gonna find the bottom of my shoe instead If they could possibly help pay for part of my electric bill we might be able to come to some other arrangement.
We are seeing a bug at least twice a day and they are strange ones. These have been somewhere between a beetle and a cricket. Of course Princess is the first to discover them, her being closer to the floor and all. She then screams, "Mommy, a bug a bug! Kill it, kill it." Hubby and I were just wondering the other day where in the world she was getting the new violent vocabulary. I guess that would be from me because my natural response to her has been, "Mommy will kill it. Yeah! Now it's dead."
The second time she screamed bug yesterday, I was in the kitchen. I asked her what it was doing. She got down on the floor, layed on her back and started kicking her hands and legs in the air. It was so cute I had her perform it two different times for her dad and aunt. What talent!
Monday: Basic Salad
Carrot Sticks & Ranch Dressing
Chicken Ringos for the girls:)
Tuesday: Hamburger Helper Ugh does not equate a great meal, but
it's in the cupboard and I might as well use it and it's quick and easy La la la
Corn on the cob
Wednesday: Salsa Salad (Basic Salad with..dumtadum..Salsa!!!, Pinto Beans, and Fritos)
Bean Burritos for the girls:)
Peaches and Pears
Homemade Wheat Bread from the bread machine, please hold all applause
Friday: Frozen Pizza
Frozen-Fruit-Salad cause we're talkin' consecutive triple digits
Saturday lunch: Cheese Nachos with tomato and olive
Saturday dindin: Hamburger-Spanish-Rice
Sunday lunch: PotRoast
Tapioca Pudding(Not really, it just fit somehow)
Sunday dindin: Cereal
It's summer, it's Texas, and I am done cooking until fall. That's not the right attitude. I am going to post a menu, but it feels like a lie cause I haven't been exactly following the others I've posted. Too many spur of the moment happenings going on and my menu is being kicked out the window. And it is just too hot to eat and I should start getting skinny any minute now with all the sweat I'm perspirin'. Okay, here's the menu and thank-you to orgjunkie.org for the motiviation!
Monday: Beef Fajitas...can you believe a Taqueria here in town had a sign out advertising their FAHITAS?
Tuesday: Been and Beef Burritos
Wednesday: Mozzerella hot sauce chicken
Thursday: Chicken and Rice
Friday: Tuna Sandwiches
Chips and Salsa
Haven't had time to post cause Hubby's parents and nephews came to visit us this week. The girls absolutely adore their grandparents and cousins! It felt like our vacation had come to us. In my book, there is nothing better than to visit with family and still get to sleep in your own bed.
My mother-in-law cooked both Tuesday and Wednesday nights for which I am grateful. I can still want to give a short response to the taco salad from Monday night. It was not quite what I'm looking for and so I will not be making that recipe again. It was one of those meals where you are still full from it four days later. My dad always made a fantastic taco salad growing up and I'll just have to get his recipe.
I wanted to tell you about a great positive behavior reinforcement idea I heard about on the radio. I do recall a mother and daughter speaking about growing up in a single family home and instilling values in children. I wish I could give the daughter kudos because she shared this "fruit tree" idea that I thought was just wonderful. You put a homemade tree up on your wall somewhere and you let your little ones place fruit stickers on the tree every time you catch them "producing" the fruit of the Spirit. I'll be posting a picture soon!
Hope you had a fantastic weekend! My menu this week has some repeats cause life happens and hubby drove us to CiCi's Pizza after church and it's just unlike me to order him home because I WANT TO COOK!
Monday: Taco Salad I Fruit
Tuesday: Salsa Cube Steaks Mashed Potatoes, Broccoli
Wednesday: Spaghetti, Garlic Toast
Thursday: Mozerella Hot Sauce Chicken Southwestern Rice
SaturdayAM: Chicken Ringos, Alfredo Noodles, Corn
SaturdayPM: Frito Pie
SundayAM: Inside-out Ravioli II Apple Sauce
Hubby and I were watching a rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond the other night. Debra and Ray had taken an IQ test and it turned out the Debra was smarter(no kidding, right?) Then they found out there was an error and Ray was smarter. Anyway the show went on and I turned to Hubby and said, "You must know I'm smarter right?" Of course I was joking. It's an understood fact he has a lot more knowledge, wit, and is an exceptionally good speller I might add. At times, my Hubby can be brilliant. I hope he reads this...
All that to say this. We were watching a 2minute segment of the game show Duel last night because Hubby was really watching that too fast for you race car movie, but there was a commercial. Hubby had nothing on me during those two minutes. IIIIIIIII am the chammmmpion my friiiieeeend. Try and test your skills:
Which animal helps produce cashmere?
Which food contains only three ingredients?
A. Baked Cheetos
C. Peanut M&Ms
D. Cracker Jacks
The questions seem pretty easy right now, but hubby was way wrong on both. He said rabbit and Baked Cheetos. The correct answers are Goat and Fritos. Hey, I can be your phone a friend on Millionaire if you come across a question about fried snack foods and/or animals who graze. If you found that at all entertaining and would like to play a demo, click the link:
The sweet-n-sour chicken from last night was really good. Next time I'll be more prepared, but I should have put some sliced raw carrot in with the onion and had some of those great crunchy noodles to go on top. Chow mein noodles,of course! I love those things. I wonder if they would be considered a healthy snack? Maybe strange to admit, but I could snack on some raw Ramen Noodles too.
I think the girls and I will go on a short shopping trip this morning just to get out of the house. It must be short because Princess does not do well in stores for long periods of time. If she's not asking to use the restroom, she wants me to buy something she can't live without. Yesterday afternoon I was trying to persuade her to help pick up toys. As serious as can be, she turns her hands palm up and while cautiously examining them, she explains how she can't clean because her hands were red and they hurt. She must have learned that one from her exposure to daycare.
"Something else is gonna hurt if you don't pick up these toys!"
No, I wouldn't say that to a three year old. Instead of threatening a three minute rendezvous in her room, I thought I'd use some good old fashion bribery.
"If you help clean up, we can go get a present!"
Yes, Princess hopped to it and the floor got cleaned. So I'll make good on my promise and get her a new pair of ballerina shoes I saw at Tuesday Morning for $4. I wanted to get those anyway and now I have a pretty poor excuse. The only positive thing about daycare is that I can use it as a scapegoat if Princess turns out spoiled rotten.
That lasagna I made last night WAS easy, but it dawned on me as I was layering it all together that the recipe did not call for mozzarella! I need more than just cottage cheese to make a lasagna mean lasagna. You know what I mean? I will definitely be making this again with the addition of some chesse. Without it, it almost tasted low-fat. Low fat is what salads are for, not lasagna. Point made.
I am moving the popcorn chicken to tonight because I think we are still going to Abilene Friday evening. I'm not too sure because hubby hasn't mentioned it. I am not the commander of this family, just the co-pilot.
I want to make today Thankful Thursday. I am so thankful for my church. My pastor said something last night that brought joy to my soul. I am very thankful for my pastor. Thank-you God for letting me be in this church at this time. Amen.
Today is wash day. The only day I will not talk myself out of mopping some floor and using the washing machine more than once. I need to make sure all laundry is caught up because we are heading out to Abilene for the weekend to visit my in-laws. My husband and I had planned on going the weekend of my father-in-law's birthday, but it has snuck up on us. My menu is going to be waaaaayyyy off. Oh well.
This is a good time to come up for a shortened name for my husband. I will be using two different pseudonyms. I'm sorry, but sometimes "Hubby" just won't cut it. Sometimes my feelings do not reflect a name that brings smiles and warm gushy heart flutters. I will always love him, pray for him, and want the best for my hubby, but somedays I'll be referring to him as Poolman. Swimming pools is his main trade by the way.
And I don't mean the chocolate kind sitting in my fridge right now. Today will be another typical summer morning. My 21mo old, let's call her "Puddin' ", will eventually call my name to be taken out of her crib. Then my 3yr old from here on out to be called "Princess," will come scooting out to the living room dragging her blankets and requesting PBS Kids. Then I will serve some waffles, cereal, or peanut butter toast for breakfast. Oooh how I love the summer! During the school year, I have to wake up my little darlings in the middle of their slumber and rush, rush, rush off to daycare. As always, the summer goes way too fast and ...Yeah, there it is. Puddin's sweet cry for mamma.