Monthly Archives: July 2009

Mouthwatering Monday: Loaded Banana Bread

  • IMG_88584 ripe(read: nearly black) bananas
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 splash(about 1 tsp) of vanilla extract
  • 1 1/2 cup self rising flour
  • 1/2 stick butter
  • 1/4 cup chopped walnuts
  • 1/4 cup chopped pecans
  • 1/4 cup dried cranberries/craisins
  • 1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips (plus some to sprinkle over top)

Mash bananas.  Add sugar, egg and vanilla and mix well.  Add flour and mix.  Add butter, nuts, craisins and chocolate chips, and mix.  Pour into a greased loaf pan.  Bake at 350°F for 45 – 60 minutes, using toothpick to test doneness.

The One About the Mechanic.

Most of you know that we recently purchased a new car.  As we were driving around looking at our options, I mentioned this fact: Whenever I go in to have my car serviced or washed or whatever, I feel the need to change the radio station.  If I happen to have a Broadway musical blaring right before I get there, I change the station.  If  I happen to be listening to “easy listening”, I change the station.  If I happen to be listening to kid music, I change the station.  (You get the point.)

I wait until I see the mechanic before I change the station.  Does (s)he look like a rock fan?  What about country? Rap?  Reggae ?  Why do I even care??

Marshall informed me that he he does the same exact thing(well, minus the Broadway stuff…but he did totally use “Huey Lewis & the News” in his example of a CD he must eject before taking his car in!)

I’m not really sure why I do this.  I don’t really care what the mechanic thinks about my musical preferences or what it means about me.  I’m not even sure (s)he actually does care or even notices.  And if (s)he does…what of it?  The mechanic is perfectly able to change the station or just turn it off.  I mean they don’t have a problem moving my perfectly set seat, mirrors and lumbar settings…so why wouldn’t they change the music, too?

Does anybody else do that?  Or are we just weird?  (I’m gonna go with weird until somebody backs me up on this one.)

p.s. I used “(s)he” because I want to make sure that everyone knows that I’m not being sexist.  If a girl wants to be a mechanic, more power to ya, sister!  But using (s)he is a bit more tedious than expected, and I probably won’t do it again.  🙂

STAYcation

I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but at heart…I’m a middle school boy.

I think farts are funny.  I can turn any sentence into something dirty.  I laugh at inappropriate times.  I draw on my hands.  I doodle instead of paying attention.  And I love staying up late.  Everything is more fun at 2 am.  (Okay, maybe not everything…)

So I decided that since I don’t spend enough time with my totally awesome under 18 amigos, I’d plan a lock-in!  (No, I’m not just some perv who’s inviting little kids to spend the night at my house.  I’m working with the youth at church.) But after contemplating the idea of being stuck inside a church with 20 or so middle and high schoolers, I thought….um…maybe this is a bad idea.  Maybe.

So a new idea was born: instead of being locked in claustrophobic hades a building with these crazy kids, let’s take them some where!!  Maybe the beach or the mountains or DC or New York or…wait!  Am I nuts???  There’s no way I can pull something like that off!  (I have delusions of grandeur sometimes.  Just ask Marshall about the crazy, crazy stuff I can come up with!)

So I decided maybe I should try something somewhere in the middle of those ideas.  We’ll have a STAYcation instead!  What’s a staycation, you ask?  I’ll let Urban Dictionary do the hard work for me.  Instead of going somewhere awesome, and instead of being suck in a stinky old building…we’re going to have a hotdog eating contest, games, another contest, more games, worship time, a great speaker, and did I mention games?  Then we’ll be leaving the church to go bowling and go swim.  After that the boys and girls will split up for the rest of the night.  I’m really excited about the girls coming to my house!  I love sleep-overs!

It’ll like baby-BlogHer.  Woo-hoo!

Wordless Wednesday: My Girl Edition

Emmie

Wordless Wednesday: Being Quiet In Timeout Is HARD Edition

Timeout is hard

This Peace

I was going through all my old CDs and putting songs on my iPod when I found an old Sara Groves CD.
This song totally wraps up how I’m feeling lately.

“This Peace” by Sara Groves

So many words to say, but I’m opting for silence
So many days to live
I thinking I’m sitting this one out
Cause something I’ve been chasing finally stop to let me catch it
Something I’ve been longing for and dreaming about

It’s a whisper in my ear
It’s a shiver up my spine
It’s the gratitude I feel for all that’s right
It’s a mystery appeal that’s been granted me tonight
This peace

It’s something so elusive
Something close but far away
It’s the home that I can’t live in yet somewhere in outer space
And sometimes I barely miss it when I walk into the room
The curtains are still swaying and I feel the air move

And it whispers in my ear and it shivers up my spine
It’s the gratitude I feel for all that’s right
It’s a mystery appeal that’s been granted me tonight
This peace

No time to grab a camera
No time to write it down
Just time enough to breathe it in
And linger

It’s a whisper in my ear
It’s a shiver up my spine
It’s the gratitude I feel for all that’s right
It’s a mystery appeal that’s been granted me tonight
This peace
This peace

Smells Like Home

When I was little, my grandmother had a maid.
Mattie.
She talked slowly and deliberately.
She moved the same way, come to think of it.
But she was kind and genuine.

I saw her today for the first time in years.
It took her a moment to figure out who I was.
I’m sure I look a lot different.
I was probably still in middle school last time I saw her.
But she looked the same.

She walked out to the van to see my children.
Compared them to me and my brother.
Remembered our names.
Remembered where I’d been the past ten years.
She’d kept up with me while I was gone.

And as she was getting ready to leave,
She hugged me.
And she smelled like home.
Fried chicken.
Comet cleanser.
(Weird, I know…)
(But so good at the same time.)

And I was happy to see her again.
I was glad she hugged me.
She reminded me of childhood.
Of my Mama Jo.
Of comfort and love.
And a clean house.

Speaking of which…I’ve got some cleaning to do today.

Censored.

Most of you probably think I have no filter.

I do have a filter.
It just looks like this:

bigfilter

instead of this:

smallfilterLots of things fly through my filter without even slowing down.

When you’re with your parents you have one filter.  When you’re with your friends you have another filter.  When you’re with your co-workers, that’s a totally different filter, too.  For example, most of my blog-only friends have no clue I’m a singer.  If you’ve known me my whole life, you know that music is an integral part of who I am.

But being a blogger is a weird thing.

Some people that read this blog I know very well-my family, close friends.  Some people are acquaintances.  Some people know me only as “queenofhaddock” from theiveyleague.com.  Some people know me only as Marshall’s wife or Carter & Lydia’s mom or Richard’s sister.  Some people are older than me.  Some are younger.   And when I blog, I have to chose how much of which filter I’m going to use.  You’d me amazed at the number of unpublished posts in my draft box.  But this blog is a lot like a journal to me.  I want to be real, authentic.  But sometimes I’m too real and authentic for even me to handle myself!  You don’t need to read that stuff.

And, like every English teacher I ever had told me: in order to be a good writer, you have to keep your audience in mind.  Writing a children’s book is nothing like writing a murder-mystery.

When I first started blogging, our parents were about the only readers I had.  As more of my friends have moved away(or I’ve moved away from them), more “real life” friends read my blog to keep in touch.  But lately, I’ve also had an influx of old friends who have found me on facebook, folks at my church, and other “mommy-bloggers” and Twitter friends.  And my audience is changing yet again.  And there are things that I don’t post because it would embarass Marshall.  And there are things I don’t post out of respect for other people.  And there are things I don’t post because it’s just not appropriate.

But I’m still me, and I will still post embarrassing stories and sometimes even inappropriate things.

And don’t be surprised if one day you see something that looks like my handwriting on this page* or my maybe something here*.  Because sometimes I just need to get it out.  Sometimes there are things I want to say here that I can’t.  Sometimes I feel better when I hit the “publish” button on a post, but feel worse when I realize that it hurt someone else.  What you do on the web can’t be undone(easily).  And so I need to make my filter a little finer; let a little less get through.  And that’s not easy for me to do.

*Careful!  These are websites where people post anonymously.  It’s full of secrets, and some of those secrets aren’t PC or tasteful.  They’re often completely un-filtered.  So…if you’re easily offended, you might not want to go to this site.

Asa's 6 month photos

There are a lot of similar pictures in this set,
but each one has something unique about it that I like.
Hope you like them, too!

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The One That's Always Happy

You know Asa, my sweet baby who always smiles?

Yeah…this was him for our photo shoot yesterday:

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And this is just gross, but it’s funny:

IMG_8696Hopefully we’ll be able to redo the shoot today!