Friday, October 30, 2009
Hurricane Volleyball is now done. And the same can be said for me . . . I am done. I am sooooooo done with the season. It was wonderful while it lasted. But now I am done!
I have taken admissions, sent e-mails, washed uniforms, collected monies, and planned parties. I have been a cheerleader, line judge, team mom, intercessor, and chauffeur. I have been communicated through, screamed at, bumped to, paid for, and spiked over.
And I have loved it!! But now I am done. And the two most wonderful words in the world to me would be "Mediterranean . . . . . vacation." Smile.
And I'd do it. Yes, I'd do it. Don't know where I think I'd get the money, but I'd soooooo do it. I'd march right over to some travel agency and book a flight to Greece and pack my bags.
Except for three words.
"JV . . . . . Basketball . . . . . Season."
And I will love it. Go Hurricanes!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Destroying the competition in a fast-paced game of Kitty Memory:
Black olives on all five fingers:
Blowing bubbles at a wedding:
Six candles on a plate of cupcakes . . . celebrating that you're five no longer:
Happy Birthday, Youngest Daughter!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
So, in turning away from the joys of warm air and headily sweet flowers and cotton clothing, I am embracing one of my favorite joys of winter and autumn . . . the deliciousness of comfort food!!
Place mushrooms and onion in the bottom of a 5 1/2 quart slow cooker.
Sprinkle roast evenly with pepper. Brown roast on all sides in hot oil in a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Place roast on top of mushrooms and onion in slow cooker. Sprinkle onion soup mix evenly over roast. Pour beef broth and tomato sauce over roast. Cover and cook on HIGH 5 to 6 hours or until meat shreds easily with a fork.
Remove roast from slow cooker and shred.
Skim fat from juices in slow cooker. Stir in dried Italian seasoning and tomato paste. Stir together cornstarch and 2 tablespoons water in a small bowl until smooth. Add to juices in slow cooker, stirring until blended. Cover and cook on HIGH 20 to 30 more minutes or until mixture is thickened. Add shredded roast back to slow cooker. Cover and cook until thoroughly heated.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
any variety of delicious pie, cobbler, or crisp:
any sort of pudding, trifle, or "delight":
It would, of course, even include the prima donna of all desserts, and my personal favorite:
Now, before I tell you what he chose, I have to tell you that this is a guy that still flies kites on the beach, can't wait for the 4th of July to set off fireworks, gets excited over all his nieces and nephews sporting events, and lights up the house at Christmas within an inch of its life. Definitely a kid at heart!
So, it should be no surprise that when offered the chance for any dessert he asked for:
You've just got to love a guy that stays "forever young"!!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I walked through the house and heard a noise in the back yard.
I walked out the back door, across the back deck, down the back deck steps. There in front of me was Youngest Daughter . . . wearing a bathing suit . . . jumping on the trampoline . . . with a sprinkler blasting up from the bottom of the trampoline . . . freezing water wetting her down. The sun up above roasting hot.
In that moment, all fall images faded away. And I was instead pulled back into the world of popsicles, sunscreen, flip flops and beach towels.
And the house . . . it was caught in the middle fall at the front door, summer out the back.
I love this time of year when for a little while I can drink deeply from the cup of both seasons.
Summer winding down . . . wearing out. Fall gearing up . . . sashaying in.
And for a little while I can have "the best of both worlds."
Friday, October 9, 2009
To My Dinner Guests:
I know you live in a calm and peaceful home. I know you were alarmed when havoc broke out while we were cheerfully discussing family history around the dinner table.
I know the two of you do not ever over stuff a toilet with toilet paper. I know you were surprised to find that not only can our toilets be stuffed with toilet paper, they can also overflow for quite a long period without anyone in the household being aware of such.
I know your dinner conversations usually revolve around traveling to interesting places, home renovations, and orderly schedules. I know you do not generally have someone say, "Is it raining?" while sitting at the dinner table and then walk into the kitchen to find raw sewage dripping down into the kitchen . . . and the hallway . . . and through light fixtures.
I know if you were ever to have a flooding toilet disaster you would sensibly reach for dishpans, buckets, and plastic storage bins. I know you would not reach for pasta pots, large salad bowls, stir fry pans, or mixing bowls.
I know you were probably alarmed to see me do exactly that . . . to catch the mess . . . cascading down . . . into my kitchen.
So, lest you refuse to ever come over again, I must tell you.
My nice beach towels have been laundered on hot with extra detergent. The wood floor has been disinfected. And every one of my pans, pots and large bowls have been thoroughly washed in soapy water and bleach.
You wouldn't let a little thing like this scare you away . . . right??
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
"See, now, there I go again. Now I think I have to help everybody. Gotta get this errand done. Poor guy; he does look miserable!"
"Buy him a hot coffee," same prompting.
At McDonald's I ordered the coffee. No little $1.19 cup. No, I'll order my favorite . . . steaming hot mocha, lots of whipped cream.
Turns out he was taking the bus home and ran out of money and had been hitchiking/walking from Charlotte, NC . . . 95 miles away.
"I just want you to know God cares about you today. He loves you."
His eyes brightened, he smiled. And as I drove away I watched him in the rearview mirror. I saw him lift the cup and sip, and I knew he was licking up all the mounds of whipped cream with the chocolate drizzled over the top . . . and feeling warm.
And I felt joy.
"Whatever you do for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you do for Me."
Sunday, October 4, 2009
We squeezed into dress clothes:
And took gifts:
(Now, that was worth it!)
We slowly walked the aisle and adjusted the bride's train and generally looked pretty:
We lit candles:
Dropped silky white petals in thick clumps up the main aisle:
And resignedly handed out programs at the door:
I directed the wedding, and the Man of the House shuttled people back and forth, ate pizza patiently for too many dinners, tried to ignore the fact that his shirts hadn't been ironed, and paid for all of us to look beautiful.
The wedding had all the things we love to love in weddings!
The moistest, lusciousest, bestest wedding cake we ever tasted:
It was hectic and exhilirating and poignant and exhausting. And it's over. But it sure was fun while it lasted!