I found this blog a bit ago and enjoy peeking in every once in awhile. This post made me happy. What a cute and FUN idea.
Love, love, love this place.
Well, this morning I woke up with dirty blonde hair and tonight I go to bed a more burnette with red highlights kind of gal. I love it. It is short. It is sassy and I have been told I look younger. I can deal with that.
Lyn
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
My Mother in Law
I remember before I was married the horror stories some had a their mother in laws. I had some girlfriends who had real "made for TV" encounters with their mother in laws. But me, I got lucky. I lived in a garage apartment above my in laws for 3 years and couldn't have been happier. When we moved to our first house I had to go through all the emotions of "leaving home" again.
We did have our ups and downs but we could always talk about them. Work through them. They never festered. I have the same relationship with my father in law. We can agree to disagree and be fine with it.
As a mother of five sons I think the daughter in law thing was overwhelming at times. Some of us she got along with better than others. As long as we treated her boys well she was happy. Her loyalty to them was fierce. She was the truest of mother hens. Many days when I make that reference it is my mother in law I am modeling after.
She taught me many things in her kitchen. Many things about our shared religion. She guided me down many paths I may have never found with out her. We made a quilt together. I would cut, she would sew. I designed, she made it work. She taught me to use leftovers in very creative ways. And that sometimes that little something special is a warm cake right out of the oven, no icing needed. She taught me that prayer is sometimes all we have to offer. And that giving to God is as necessary as breathing.
One Easter I had given up chocolate for Lent. She called me down at 11:30 pm to help her make up the Easter candy table for our family Easter party the next day and as soon as the grandfather clock in her living room struck midnight she pulled out my very own bag of chocolates. And she sat and ate it with me as we giggled. I can remember that like it was yesterday and it was more than nine years ago.
She came to the hospital when Wise One was born. Traveled 45 min to get there. All my other sister in laws told me how surprised they were. She had not come to the hospital when their babies were born. I felt very special. But I also felt my son was not just my own. It was her baby, having a baby and she was so proud of Chosen One. Not taking anything away from her other sons, but Chosen One was her baby and things were just different at times with him. She was a little more protective. A little more forgiving of his mistakes.
When she suffered her first stroke about two years ago I greived the mother in law I had known. Her personality changed and I missed her dearly. When the cancer with discovered a year later I almost couldn't hold it together at times. I knew what was coming. It mirrored what happened to my grandmother when I was eleven years old. I knew what was coming and I knew I would be a part of caring for this woman who had given me so much. Mainly, her fifth son.
The night before she passed we all spent the night at her house. We all slept in the same room with her. If she could have sat up and seen it I am sure she would have laughed. It looked like a big ole slumber party. In her honor. When she took her last breath the next morning we were all with her. Surrounding the bed, praying and lifting her up.
I am glad the cancer has released her. I am glad she is with all those she loved that passed before her. I am glad she is at peace.
But I miss her. I miss her in the depths of my bones. I miss her gentle smile. I miss her laugh and her squeezes she gave my sons. And I miss seeing her eyes light up at the sight of Chosen One. And his eyes lighting in return.
Lyn
We did have our ups and downs but we could always talk about them. Work through them. They never festered. I have the same relationship with my father in law. We can agree to disagree and be fine with it.
As a mother of five sons I think the daughter in law thing was overwhelming at times. Some of us she got along with better than others. As long as we treated her boys well she was happy. Her loyalty to them was fierce. She was the truest of mother hens. Many days when I make that reference it is my mother in law I am modeling after.
She taught me many things in her kitchen. Many things about our shared religion. She guided me down many paths I may have never found with out her. We made a quilt together. I would cut, she would sew. I designed, she made it work. She taught me to use leftovers in very creative ways. And that sometimes that little something special is a warm cake right out of the oven, no icing needed. She taught me that prayer is sometimes all we have to offer. And that giving to God is as necessary as breathing.
One Easter I had given up chocolate for Lent. She called me down at 11:30 pm to help her make up the Easter candy table for our family Easter party the next day and as soon as the grandfather clock in her living room struck midnight she pulled out my very own bag of chocolates. And she sat and ate it with me as we giggled. I can remember that like it was yesterday and it was more than nine years ago.
She came to the hospital when Wise One was born. Traveled 45 min to get there. All my other sister in laws told me how surprised they were. She had not come to the hospital when their babies were born. I felt very special. But I also felt my son was not just my own. It was her baby, having a baby and she was so proud of Chosen One. Not taking anything away from her other sons, but Chosen One was her baby and things were just different at times with him. She was a little more protective. A little more forgiving of his mistakes.
When she suffered her first stroke about two years ago I greived the mother in law I had known. Her personality changed and I missed her dearly. When the cancer with discovered a year later I almost couldn't hold it together at times. I knew what was coming. It mirrored what happened to my grandmother when I was eleven years old. I knew what was coming and I knew I would be a part of caring for this woman who had given me so much. Mainly, her fifth son.
The night before she passed we all spent the night at her house. We all slept in the same room with her. If she could have sat up and seen it I am sure she would have laughed. It looked like a big ole slumber party. In her honor. When she took her last breath the next morning we were all with her. Surrounding the bed, praying and lifting her up.
I am glad the cancer has released her. I am glad she is with all those she loved that passed before her. I am glad she is at peace.
But I miss her. I miss her in the depths of my bones. I miss her gentle smile. I miss her laugh and her squeezes she gave my sons. And I miss seeing her eyes light up at the sight of Chosen One. And his eyes lighting in return.
Lyn
Monday, February 19, 2007
Processing
Still porcessing emotions but I thought I would let y'all know why I have been so quiet and will be a little quiet in the days to come.
My mother in law passed away on Saturday with her family by her side. Her funeral was today.
Now the healing begins for those that on still on earth. It has been a long tough road for many reasons.
Lyn
My mother in law passed away on Saturday with her family by her side. Her funeral was today.
Now the healing begins for those that on still on earth. It has been a long tough road for many reasons.
Lyn
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sweeties for my Sweeties!
A few years ago I came across a recipe that made my husband VERY happy. It was for a cookie he loved. Sweeties. They are tasty and light. Can be colored pink for Valentine's, green for St. Patrick's, yellow for Easter or the prettiest light shade of pink or blue for baby showers. So in celebration of a batch of sweeties I made last night, for my house of sweeties, I leave you with this wonderful cookie recipe.
Sweeties:
cookie
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter - softened
3 eggs
2 tsp almond extract
4 cups flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
Cream first four ingredents. Add dry. Swirl in food coloring to your liking. Roll into balls and flatten slightly with the smooth bottom of a glass. Bake at 350 for 8-10 mins. Cool on wire rack.
glaze
powdered sugar - a cup or so
milk - a tad
almond extract - a tad
food coloring to your liking
This is a glaze not an icing so if you get it to thin add more sugar, to thick a bit more milk.
Glaze cookies while still warm.
Enjoy!
Lyn
Sweeties:
cookie
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter - softened
3 eggs
2 tsp almond extract
4 cups flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
Cream first four ingredents. Add dry. Swirl in food coloring to your liking. Roll into balls and flatten slightly with the smooth bottom of a glass. Bake at 350 for 8-10 mins. Cool on wire rack.
glaze
powdered sugar - a cup or so
milk - a tad
almond extract - a tad
food coloring to your liking
This is a glaze not an icing so if you get it to thin add more sugar, to thick a bit more milk.
Glaze cookies while still warm.
Enjoy!
Lyn
Monday, February 12, 2007
Happy Birthday Chosen One!
Thirty-four years old. Three and a Four. Thirty-three plus one. Six years till forty. Anyway you look at it one year older. One year wiser. One year tired-er. One year maturer. One more year of past experiences. One more year of a few gray hairs!
I am so glad I am taking this ride with you. You know how to make me laugh at my lowest. Make me smile through my tears. And make me giggle till my sides hurt. You make me....me.
Happy thirty-fourth birthday!!!!
Lyn
I am so glad I am taking this ride with you. You know how to make me laugh at my lowest. Make me smile through my tears. And make me giggle till my sides hurt. You make me....me.
Happy thirty-fourth birthday!!!!
Lyn
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Prayers
Requesting prayers:
Four years ago today my friend, Mis, watched her four month old die from injuries caused by the trusted babysitter. Pray for her continued healing and strength for her and her family.
My mother in law is declining more and more everyday. Pray for comfort and peace and hope for her husband and five sons.
e - just pray for her. Pray for laughter, strength, smiles, hope, comfort, friendship, sunshine, and contentness. Pray for strong mentally fit doctors and nurses who understand they are dealing with a person not a number. Pray that she feels the warmth of friends who love her deeply.
Lyn
Four years ago today my friend, Mis, watched her four month old die from injuries caused by the trusted babysitter. Pray for her continued healing and strength for her and her family.
My mother in law is declining more and more everyday. Pray for comfort and peace and hope for her husband and five sons.
e - just pray for her. Pray for laughter, strength, smiles, hope, comfort, friendship, sunshine, and contentness. Pray for strong mentally fit doctors and nurses who understand they are dealing with a person not a number. Pray that she feels the warmth of friends who love her deeply.
Lyn
Monday, February 05, 2007
Quote Monday
Poor little bloggy blog, no time for you these days. But I am making a really good effort to post a couple of times a week! Really I am! Really...
Love, love my job. I almost feel guilty saying that. As if that means I am glad I went back to work. Which I am NOT! But if I have to I am glad I have this job to go to!
Love, love my job. I almost feel guilty saying that. As if that means I am glad I went back to work. Which I am NOT! But if I have to I am glad I have this job to go to!
"Most of the people I know who have what I want - which is to
say, purpose, heart, balance, gratitude, joy - are people with a deep sense of
spirituality......They follow a brighter light than the glimmer of their own
candle; they are part of something beautiful. I saw something
once.....that said, 'A human life is like a single letter of the alphabet.
It can meaningless. Or it can be part of a great meaning.' "
~Anne Lamott~
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