Saturday, September 25, 2010


broken hand = no blogging for awhile = crabby mommy

Monday, September 20, 2010

Monday Multitudes #553-573

holy experience

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast. Ephesians 2:8-9

Lord, I thank you for all your blessings this week especially;

babies, Joshua just born, and those who are just beginning to grow

birthdays, family and others who celebrated this week, Happy Birthday Ryan, Chad, Shannon, DeAnn, Michele and happy anniversary to my brother and his wife!

last minute invites to camp for the weekend

fishing from the shore and eating the fresh catch for lunch

a potty trained almost 3 year old, AMEN!, she just decided she was ready

a church rummage that helped motivate me to clean some closets

heaters and warm clothes and campfires in the cold, cold evenings

friends, all of them, I am so blessed

invites to grown up birthday parties

families, Lord, especially those who are struggling with health issues or mourning the death of a loved one

safe travel

a clean garage

homemade birthday cards for daddy

a walking partner, support to keep going

sunshine for a few hours

fly swatters

peanut butter cup smores, YUM

orange pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting

being the same age as my husband, even if it is short lived :)

garage sales with mom

Monday, September 13, 2010

more Lake Herman

Nora pretends to fish with a stick, Maleah got tired of sharing her pole and convinced niave Nora that the stick with a bit of weed on the end was a pole and a worm. Nora fell for it; hook, line, and stinker :)
walking the shoreline, why have we never been here before, absolutely gorgeous...

a live one...

sneaking sips of daddy's coca cola...what a lover...of all things sugary and sweet
it took him all morning to touch one

Can you see the tooth she lost on Thursday? It took the tooth fairy two days to get here. Darn rain is hard to fly in... btw she was touching slimy things all morning...even putting worms on the hook...

No pants Nora AKA naughty nora, niave nora, nora boo boo, little lou...

squirting each other with the fountain

Lake Herman

Seven keepers
fishing family

Addison fishes from the lawn chair, my kinda fishing.

Nora chooses a rock instead.

Gavin got the first catch and the last of the day

Momma reads by the campfire with a flashlight and it wasn't even that good of a book.

a rare indoor shot of Maleah watching the telly...sorry the setting of the novel I read was in Ireland and it rubbed off on me

bathtub beauties, shameful how these babies make me want to have more, then I am smacked with the poopy diaper reality of life

fresh baked brownies
Addison loves her bike
Nora; rock collector
where's (waldo) Gavin?

Monday Multitudes #534-552

And He (the Lord) said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for me strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:9

By my God I can leap over a wall. Psalm 18:29 (said by David) God does not lift a man over a wall God helps a man when he takes a leap :) Move mountains... leap walls HE has got us covered, AMEN!

Hello Monday my old, old, friend.

Today, Lord I am in awe of your amazing glory, strength, power and love.

Thank you Lord, especially for;

telephones that wake me up just in time to get the kids to school - suffering a bit of campground lag this a.m.

perch that bite on kids hooks like mad

a television that I was dead set against in the camper that I watched Sunday morning worship Main Street Living, Pastor Spiehs from Wolsey had a wonderful message about the lost sheep

a patient husband as I read the weekend away...531 pages of patience, thanks honey

an oven in the camper that makes warm gooey brownies to help him be patient

Lake Herman, wow, what a beautiful place in this world

bike trails, hikes, and playgrounds to fill unplugged weekends with memories I am not a camper/outdoorsy person and this weekend was really pleasant

a bathtub in the camper to wash fish mongrels in:)

a safe surgery procedure for my lovely friend Harriet, may God speed your recovery

a prayer on 9/11 for those who died, and those who love those who died, and those who found those who died

an evening at my brother in law's, a beautiful home improvement in the works

a new battery for the truck so we could go camping

signs of fall

an evening run (W7D1) even though I was too tired to do it

a shout out to the village garden and grandpa Ray

a home for Lesley

a scale that doesn't fib and the threat of an oncologist appointment later this week to make me stick to it. Please Lord let him have positive encouraging words to say to me

no more suffering for JoAnn, prayers for her family as she ended her battle with the bully this morning Most faithful God, lively is the courage of those who hope in You. Your servant JoAnn suffered greatly, but placed her trust in Your mercy. Confident that the petition of those who mourn pierces the clouds and finds an answer, we beg You, give rest to JoAnn. Do not remember her sins, but look upon her sufferings and grant her refreshment, light, and peace. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010


That's how old he would be today. He, being my father. It's been over 16 years since his death. Odd, since sometimes I can remember him as clearly as it was yesterday.

When I am slicing a potato and I choose one piece and salt it and pop it in my mouth it reminds me of my dad making potato soup in the kitchen. He would share a whole potato with me while he stirred the pot on the antique teal gas stove.

When I drive the gravel road west of my mom's place and see the trees I think of cutting wood with my dad. He used to drive the little white datsun and I would take my sled and fill it up with the wood and pull it to the pickup.

Faintly, I remember him holding by my arms and swinging me and feeling the rough scrub of his whiskers on my face.

Teaching me to drive the datsun in the driveway is a vivid memory. I drove it right into the telephone pole. I still cannot figure out a stick shift. He still let me take it out on the road, though. He used to say look as far as you can into the horizon and just keep the car in the center.

Visiting dad on the job site was a treat. Watching him walk on his stilts with was amazing. I used to think he was magic. Once, he wore stilts in the homecoming parade.

I remember the sound of the saw. The smell of the sawdust. My dad's fingers smoothing the piece of wood and blowing the dust away. Sometimes I can still smell him. He was always building something. The barn was his workshop. We would swing from the long ropes into the piles of hay bales while he worked.

I remember his stories about going to high school in Los Angeles with famous people. I remember him telling me how much he loved to sneak in after school and run around the track until his sides hurt and then he would lift his arms and keep running until the pain went away. Now, as I type this, I wonder why my father spent so much time running at the track instead of going home.

I remember the first time I saw him cry. It was at his mom's funeral. We were in the middle of nowhere. I remember the dark parlour and the casket, I was too small to see in it. I remember him sobbing in my mom's embrace. I remember driving for a long time to see his step father.

Lots of memories. I remember him telling me"two fingers" while I poured the canadian whiskey into the glass and then added the coke and later in his life the pepsi. This was our morning ritual. As soon as I was old enough to reach the liquor cabinet I was hired as bartender. At the time it was a great honor, looking back it is sad.

I remember late at night lying on the floor listening through the vents to mom and dad fighting about money and his drinking.

I remember the year he got his big promotion and we got blue cross blue shield. Dad worked away from home for three weeks and then he was home for a few days. He was building a shopping malls. He even built some stores in the empire mall in Sioux Falls. It was wonderful to see my mom happy about being able to pay some debt and get some of us to the dentist and the eye doctor. I can't believe I never thought about how lonely it would be for her. I am lonely when my husband has three 12 hour shifts in a row.

Later as his addiction worsened the memories become dark and sad. I don't like thinking about those.

There is so much that I would love to share with my dad. My wedding, my first home purchase, little projects he and Ryan could have worked on together. The birth of my children. I wonder what his relationship with my kids could be like... if he had stopped drinking.

I watched him once, pour a whole cup of hot coffee in his lap. He thought he was drinking it. I watched his eyes turn yellow and his skin shrivel up. At forty something years old he looked like he was eighty. Yucky, awful memories I don't want to think about.

Every September 8th I am reminded of his life. Regardless of the choices he made he was my father. I would not be who I am without him. Happy Birthday Daddy! I can hardly wait to see you again.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Doing the dishes with daddy

Mexican pizza

did I already post this recipe? we have had it several times but I finally got the chance to snap a photo before it was yummy!
I love the recipes, they are free and the nutrition information is really helpful.
The other pizza is just a regular homeade cheese pizza, actually one third sausage and onion, one third pepperoni and one third cheese :) It's pizza your way here at our house!

Stepf's Cornmeal Crust for Mexican Pizza

1 1/2 T dry active yeast
2 c whole wheat flour
1 T sugar
1/4 c cornmeal
1 1/2 T olive oil
1 1/2 t salt
1 c warm water (not hot!)

Preheat oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit.

Mix yeast, sugar, cornmeal, 1 c flour and 1/2 c warm water. Mix and let sit for 5 minutes or so. Add oil, salt and about 2/3 of the remaining flour. Knead well for about 3-5 minutes, adding flour and water one tablespoon at a time as needed. (Add water if the dough is dry; add flour if the dough is wet.) Dough will not be sticky. Place in warm space covered with a damp towel and allow to rise for 15 minutes. The dough will not rise much, and it will seem slightly tough. That's OK.

Divide into two, then use a rolling pin to roll into two rounds to fit your pans. Use a fork to pierce the dough on both sides, and place on either pizza pan or in a cast-iron skillet (for crispier crust).
Top as desired (extra calories) and then bake for 10 minutes or until crispy.

Slice each "pizza" into six slices.

Stepf's Mexican Pizza

1 c salsa
1 14.5 ounce can fat-free refried beans
2 T ground cumin
1 small onion, sliced
1 bell pepper (any color), sliced
handful fresh cilantro, chopped
1 avocado, diced
3/4 c lowfat sour cream
2 c lowfat cheddar cheese
1 recipe Stepf's Cornmeal Crust for Mexican Pizza ( Find it here!)
NOTE: You can use a regular premade pizza crust to save time! Just adjust the nutrition info!

Preheat oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit. Bake crusts for about 7 minutes. Remove from oven and spread 1/2 can of beans on each crust, following with half the salsa, cheese, onions, and peppers. Sprinkle on cumin, then place in oven and bake until crust is golden brown and cheese is melted, about 8 minutes.

Slice each pizza into six pieces, then top with cilantro, some avocado and 1 T lowfat sour cream. Drizzle on hot sauce (optional)!

Monday, September 06, 2010

Monday Multitudes # 523-533

Therefore, if any one is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has passed away, behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17

More than 500 blessings counted since November...

finishing an early morning (secret) run just before the downpour

homecoming, a caveman, a hippie and a green dinosaur school bus

feeding exotic animals

riding a camel

sister salsa-making sessions

an impulse bbq at grandma's house

sisters who know how to stop leaking pipes

husbands who fix plumbing using a photo I took with a cell phone

a pastor who doesn't mind an almost three year old going up for communion, twice
a beautiful sunrise while I am counting my blessings

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Dill Pickle Relish

Searched high and low for an 'easy' relish recipe. My oldest loves relish. Most recipes call for sweet red pepper and I had none. This one is about as simple as I could find, has no red pepper and it still took me all morning. AND I had to borrow some tumeric from my lovely neighbor! It made 4 pints for me:) Then again, I am not the best at accurate measurements. It tastes good, though.

Dill Pickle Relish

4 lb cucumbers (I cut up about 6 large cucumbers I removed the seedy part if they were large)
1/4 cup pickling salt (you must use non-iodized salt or it will turn a nasty color)
1/2 tsp turmeric (I used ground from my lovely neighbor and 4th grade teacher, Doris)
2 cups white vinegar (5%)
1/3 cup sugar
4 cloves garlic, minced (I used the jarred stuff)
1 Tbsp dill seeds
2 tsp mustard seeds (again I used ground)
1 1/2 cups onions (one very large onion)

Scrub cucumbers and trim off ends and cut into chunks. In batches in a food processor, pulse cucumbers and onions 8 to 10 times to cut into 1/8 to 1/4" pieces.

In a large bowl, sprinkle cucumbers with salt and turmeric. Stir in 1 cup cold water and let stand for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Drain in large sieve. Rinse under cold water and drain again, pressing out moisture.
On a large saucepan bring vinegar, sugar, garlic, dill seeds and mustard seeds to a boil. Add cucumber mixture, return to a boil, stirring often. Reduce heat and simmer uncovered, stirring occasionally, until thickened, about 30 minutes.
Ladle into half pint jars leaving a 1/2" headspace. Process jars in a boiling water bath for 15 minutes.

Makes About: 3 pints (mine made 4)

Recipe credit where credit is due...thanks Frugal Antics of a Harried Homemaker!