Not to be regretted
Only in silence
Not to be regretted
Only in silence
Now we have all had leftover turkey at one time or another. Whether it’s after Thanksgiving, or another time where you only made a turkey breast, but the leftovers seem to multiply. The other day, the lunchtime after we had had a big turkey for dinner, I was racking my brain to figure out something for lunch for child #2 and I that utilized said leftover turkey.
Since there had been a fair amount of dark meat left, although this is also good with white meat, I decided to break up about 1.5 cups of the turkey into about 1 to 1.5 inch pieces. These I placed in a medium frying pan and added about 3/4 cup of our favorite barbeque sauce. (Note: If straight bbq sauce is too much for you, you can always dilute it with a bit of straight tomato sauce!) heated it on medium-low heat until heated through and served with some leftover spiced rice and some leftover vegan mashed potatoes that were residing in our fridge.
It was delicious and so simple. Not to mention, easy. Yay! It’s a win-win-win!!!! So if you’re having trouble deciding on dinner and you just happen to have some leftover turkey residing in your fridge or freezer, feel free to make this with a starch and veggie and call it dinner. We didn’t bother with a veggie for lunch, since we both like to drink our vegetables in our favorite tomato-based vegetable juice. Me, regular; child #2, spicy. She is my jalapeno girl!
The wind outside is swirling. The snow has filled in the footprints and blessed the scene with crystalline purity. Inside her the storm also rages.
Hey, it’s me. If you’re reading this he finally did it. She couldn’t take it; listening to her other personality. He did the best he could, but it was never enough. Yes, he woke up every morning, got dressed, ate something, and took her pills. Oh, how she wanted to overdose! Dreading having to go to school.
Can’t you see she has no friends? J. is someone who just hangs out with him because she feels she has to. L. doesn’t care, it’s all out of pity. All those people she talked to; either ignore him or just don’t care to hang out with someone like her.
Mom. You tried really hard to make me happy, but it has never worked. Dad was right. Even if she did live he would be out on the streets, begging.
P. I’m sorry for everything. You are amazing, but your life would be better without me in it, so goodbye.
G. You said you were disgusted by me, so I thought why not leave so you don’t have to live with someone as disgusting as me?
M. Thanks for being everything I needed you to be. I wish all of you a great, happy life. It will be better now.
So, while you were all busy I took scissors and cut, but then I decided to take a walk and hang myself in a tree. It’s been a goodish life. Thanks for everything.
This is from Child #3. She didn’t hurt herself, but she is so very much hurting. Please say prayers for this child and for all of us.
Thank you and God bless.
I have a problem. Well, let’s face it, I have many problems, but the one I’ve been contemplating a lot lately has to do with child #1. We had always had a great relationship, well we had our ups and downs, but we really connected, you know? This past Fall she went off to start her Senior year in college after having been at home since March because of COVID. It had been a long six months for all of us. We were no longer used to living together for more than a few weeks, other than Summer. COVID changed all of that and child #1 had to do online classes and then hang out at home for the Summer.
She has yet to get a license because of debilitating anxiety and so I get to play chauffeur. No one will hire her because of her lack of license and our tiny village does not have enough businesses to even consider.
So, Fall comes and, as many of you know child #3 had been gone for most of it due to mental health issues. I deliver child #1 to her dorm room and she refused my offer to help her move furniture and set up the space how she wants. I’m hurt, but I gracefully exit and make my way home, after a quick stop to cry and reset.
A few weeks go by, which isn’t unusual, and I send her a care package. I talk to her briefly after that and that’s it. No argument; not even a tiny disagreement.
After this she won’t pick up my calls or respond to messages, texts, or emails. I’m baffled. Eventually she lets child #2 know that she won’t be home for Thanksgiving. It is the first time we are not all together for the holiday and it only gets worse. She doesn’t come home for Christmas or New Years and none of us hear anything.
With COVID raging I just want to know my kid is still alive! I email her school, and they kindly do a well-person check. She is alive!
I mention this to a friend of mine, who thinks it’s cruel of her to do this. I agree. What happened to my child? When did I become the enemy? I was the good parent, darn it! So here is my official whining post. I miss my child. I will always love her and want her back. I guess I get now how God feels when we turn our backs on Him. He is, after all, our Father. So don’t do it! Run to the Father, not away!
This post was supposed to be about “Adventures in Plumbing” but life interfered. So, while I did change my old showerhead to a new one, I did not have time to replace my leaking kitchen sprayer. Why you ask? Because I was doing that dreaded task of helping child #2 get all of her information into college so that they will consider admitting her.
Ah, isn’t life grand? I will get that sprayer done, just maybe not today! I’ll have to find another way to serve today. I do have a couple blankets in my car. Maybe I’ll see Jesus again. Have you seen Him yet? Did you help?
Years ago when my children were young, I tried to find a way to make stuffed green peppers that they would like. Everyone loved the filling, but not all the green pepper. So, I figured if I made it with strips of peppers, rather than whole peppers, maybe my children would eat it.
Originally, I made it partly on the stove, layered it in a 9 x 13 pan, and baked it for half an hour in the oven. Then, I decided it would be easier to dump it all into the slow cooker and be done. Here is the recipe:
2 lbs. lean ground beef
2 cups of sliced green or other colored sweet peppers
1/2 tsp. salt
3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
2 1/2 cups instant brown rice
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. black pepper
1 Tablespoon granulated onion
1 large, sweet onion, chopped
1 cup chopped, sweet peppers
1 1/2 cups water
2, 15 oz. cans of chopped tomatoes in juice
2, 8 oz. cans of tomato sauce
Layer the strips of pepper in the bottom of the slow cooker. Sprinkle the 1/2 teaspoon of salt over the top.
Break up the ground beef into small bits and spread over the top of the peppers. Sprinkle granulated onion, 2 tsp. of salt, and pepper over the top of the meat. Add onion and sweet peppers. Pour in water, vinegar and chopped tomatoes in juice. Stir into the meat.
Pour the tomato sauce over the top. Turn the slow cooker on low and let cook for 6 – 7 hours. Serve. Be careful – it will be very hot!!! Enjoy. Oh, and the kids love it. accomplished!
What did I do today? Why, I played carpenter, among other things! Child #3 needed her bed fixed. She shares a bunk bed with her twin sister. As the occupant of the lower bunk, she has two boards running along the sides of her bed with a few 2 x 4’s running perpendicular to hold her mattress. Unfortunately, these 2 x 4’s like to move and get themselves off the side rails, thus falling under the bed. Mmmhmm…it’s like that.
So, today, child #2 and I went shopping to the bigger city a few towns over. We visited many stores, including our local hardware chain where I was able to purchase 5, 8′ 2 x 4’s which they nicely cut into 10, 39″ lengths (with a few extra inches left over of the said 5 boards.) Ah, ha! I can, of course, use a circular saw and cut them to the correct length myself. However, my small car does not like 8′ anything and therefore, it made much more sense to have the hardware guy cut them for me and load them in my trunk.
Returning home, children #’s 2 and 3 plus me got the boards in, some strapping that I had purchased stapled on, and cut, and the mattress laid on top. Yay! No more saggy mattress or falling out boards! Hooray for super carpentry mom!!!
How was your day? What did you do?
Tomorrow is Epiphany. It is the day we celebrate the three wise men coming to see Jesus after His birth. They are bringing him most precious gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. What do we bring to Jesus?
I am reminded of “The Little Drummer Boy.” Oh, how I hated that song! I always found it so repetitive and anal. This year, I was delving deeper into my dislike of that song. Here is what I uncovered: Growing up, we were poor. There was no way we could offer Jesus gold (or regular money for that matter.) We just didn’t have it. We also didn’t have funds to by fancy oils or perfumes. What did we have? My violin playing. So, every time someone visited the farm, I was asked/commanded/expected to play my violin for them. It was like I wasn’t enough just being me, but had to perform to show I was worth it. I didn’t realize this at the time. I just did it because I was told to do so.
I felt like it was the only thing that I could offer to Jesus. This was patently untrue, but I didn’t see that until years later. Nowadays I offer Him my talents (including playing my violin for Mass) and my sorrows, joys, triumphs, and defeats; my whole life. Even without my violin performances, I am enough. You are too.
I also have found that I can harmonize “The Little Drummer Boy” to where I can more easily tolerate it. That, also, is a gift from God!
Today was the day of my annual squish-a-boob test, otherwise known as my mammogram. Yeah, it was THAT day! I used to go to a clinic about twenty miles away to see “Rose” but she retired earlier this year. Nooooooooooo! I loved Rose. She made the annual squish-fest into a non-painful event. No black and blue marks from Rose.
So, it was with great trepidation that I made my way to the clinic for the new woman to slide my breasts between two glass plates and squeeze them flat enough to get a good picture for the doctor to make sure that I do not have breast cancer. I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit attached to my breasts! So, I do this annual test to make sure that I can hang onto them for a while.
I realize they don’t make me a woman – they’re only tissue, etc., but I’d prefer not to lose them, given the choice. These mammary glands fed my babies, one at a time to start and then two at a time for the twins. They’ve come a long way. So, I will continue to have them squished once a year. I recommend it. In fact, I recommend reasonable testing for everyone who is able. Whether you are a woman and need a mammogram, or a man who needs a check for testicular cancer. Nothing of which to be ashamed! Take your health into your hands! Get tested!!!
Oh, and Happy New Year!!!! To celebrate, I will share a favorite, if dairy, recipe of ours.
1, 3 lb. container of quality sour cream
1 tsp. granulated onion
1/2 tsp. granulated garlic
1 tsp. salt
Mix all ingredients together. Let the dip set for at least 6 hours, but preferably overnight. Enjoy with potato chips or raw vegetables. Yum!
Have you ever noticed that when there is total darkness, your eyes will focus on the smallest light? Interesting, isn’t it? Think about that. Where is our focus? Why, the light, of course, as should be. Why then, when we are lost and broken do we take our eyes off of the light? How do we expect to find our way without Jesus to light our path?
If we focus our eyes on Jesus, who is undoubtedly the light of the world, then how can we go wrong? If we see through His eyes and with His light, we will be pleasing to God and do His Will.
Do not forget that you can be beacons of light to the world by following Jesus and bringing His peace to all. Don’t be afraid to shine!