Friday, October 28, 2011

Verbal Remedies

A Soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.
~Proverbs 15:1~

A talebearer revealeth secrets: but he that is of a faithful spirit concealeth the matter.
~Proverbs ~

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.
~Ephesians ~

And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.
~Ephesians ~

Rebuke not an elder, but intreat him as a father; and the younger men as brethren; The elder women as mothers; the younger as sisters, with all purity.
~1 Timothy 5:1,2~

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight.
~Proverbs ~

Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.
~Colossians 4:6~

If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man’s religion is vain.

In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.
~Proverbs ~

And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the LORD Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
~Colossians ~

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sweet Memories of my Mother ~ A Tribute to my Mom at her 90th Birthday Party

My Dad & Mom at the Party

Me, Sharing Memories, and my Girls, Singing Back-Up

The girls sang the words in italics (from Elvis' Memories), and I spoke the words in plain font.  It turned out really well.  My daughters have lovely voices.  I joined in on the last chorus.  BTW:  I am the ninth of ten children.  Doesn't my mother look great!

Sweet Memories of my Mother

Memories … Pressed between the pages of my mind.
Memories … Sweetened through the ages just like wine.
Memories … Memories …

I have a lot of sweet memories of Mom.  As a young child I loved to watch her sew and cook.  I think mainly because I just wanted to be near to her.  I especially remember Mom making her famous, home-made stuffing for the holidays.  She would let Greg and I cut bread cubes, and boy, did that make me feel special.  Even from my youth I have suffered from severe headaches.  But I remember they were so much easier to bear if Mom was there.  She wouldn’t leave my bedside until I had fallen asleep.  Like everything else, it was just BETTER if Mom was there.  Mom also spent many hours volunteering at the Catholic School and Church.  The Nuns had many kind words to say about her, which is no easy feat!

Memories …
Quiet thoughts come floating down,
And settle softly to the ground,
Like gold of autumn leaves around my feet.
I touch them and they burst apart with sweet memories.
Sweet memories …

Mom has been a good mother and a good friend.  Somehow, she has managed to combine the two without neglecting either role.  I would beg for rides to and from high school, and Mom would absolutely refuse, except for days when it was pouring down rain.  Then she would happily chauffer me and my friends to school and home again.  I would often come home from school or work and sit down at the kitchen table, just Mom and me, AND a box of Entenmanns’s Danish.  We would each declare, “I’ll just have a sliver.”  We would chat.  Then have another sliver and another, until we had almost demolished the entire pastry!  And I’m sure all of us kids remember Mom coming home very late at night from working at the hospital and making the rounds to each bedroom to make sure all of us were home safe and in bed.  She couldn’t go to sleep until all of her chicks were securely gathered in for the night.  And who can forget Mom’s contagious laugh?  Once she gets going, there is no stopping her, and soon the whole room is joining in on the fun.

Memories …
Of holding hands and red bouquets,
And twilights trimmed in purple haze.
And laughing eyes and simple ways,
And quiet nights and gentle days with you.
Memories … Memories …

As an adult with my own family, I often turn to my mother’s strengths and talents to inspire me.  Okay … I can handle six children all under the age of ten … Mom did that!  Or … I can paint the entire interior of my house … Mom did that!  Or … I can cook to feed a crowd … Mom did that!  Even in this new role in my life, mother-in-law, I still look to Mom’s example.  She’s been very supportive of my marriage, always kind and loving to Jeff and me and the children, but never interfering or offering unsolicited advice.  What a fine example!  At 90, she still is a blessing AND a beauty!

Memories … Pressed between the pages of my mind.
Memories … Sweetened through the ages just like wine.
Memories … Memories …

Monday, October 10, 2011

My Spin on Pioneer Woman's "Pasta Alla Vodka"

I followed Pioneer Woman's recipe (see link below) for her "Pasta Alla Vodka" with a few changes.  First thing in the morning a put a bag of frozen chicken thighs in the crock pot with a cup of water and a teaspoon of salt, and let it cook on low all day.  Then I skinned & deboned the chicken thighs and added them to the pasta dish.  The meat was very tender and falling off the bone.  I also substituted chicken broth from the crock pot in place of the vodka, and I used half regular pasta and half whole wheat pasta.  Lastly, I poured it all into a 9" x 13" casserole dish and topped it with shredded cheese.  I used a mexican mix of cheese.  It was de-lish!

Yummy ... Yum ... Yum