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Shower coffee

This morning started out a bit rocky.

As I prepared my morning elixir of life (coffee), I accidentally dropped my glass pint jar with beautiful homemade Cashew Cream on the floor and stove and oven and cupboard and my foot.

Hold on to your hats people, good news abounds!  coffee with cream

  1. I had already poured some in my coffee.
  2. The glass jar did not break.
  3. The newly painted cabinets wiped up very easily.
  4. I already have raw cashews soaking to make more cream.

Mr. Right had an early morning eye appointment, which I usually try and go with.  Today wasn’t going to happen.  sigh.

So off he went, alone.

I regroup and began to study (today’s continued topic:  riding the body of heavy metals) and drink my coffee.

I am always pleasantly surprised that somehow, someway, I learn something new every single day.  Today?  Today fact is:   Did you know that there is Mercury in contact lens fluid? Geesh.  Good gravy, you need to be a detective to get and stay healthy!

Moving on….. I made the bed and jumped into a nice HOT shower.  I’m lathering, I’m lathering, I’m singing….

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!!

Okay, we all know bad guys, robbers, and mass murders don’t usually knock, however, my heart did skip a beat or two.

Mr. Right zipped home from his appointment and brought me my favorite coffee…. an iced latte.  He handed it to me IN THE SHOWER, I got a smooch, and he was gone in a flash.

Holy Toledo!

This is a picture of TRUE LOVE20170810_101956-1_resized

Right there before your very eyes.  (Okay, ignore the not so pretty shower tile.  Another project for another day.)  Just cast your eyes upon that beauty.  No, not the amazing organic, chemical free shampoo and conditioner……….

The gorgeous, beautiful 16-ounce iced latte.

……..and just like that, the day took on a whole new color.

May I gently suggest you surprise someone you love with a beverage in the shower?

In this together, friends.

Chat soon.

 

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celebrating 4 and 12

Everyone wants to celebrate engagements and weddings.

Presents, cards, wrapping paper and fancy lush bows, the overwhelming color scheme is white or silver.  If you haven’t been to a “get hitched” ceremony lately, lots of brides & grooms offer a special box of some kind to gather all the cards. Always a table dressed up fancy as the “gift table”

This is a big deal folks.  Everyone wants to get in on the celebration.  Everyone (and I am talking about 90-200 people)  want some of that goodness to rub off on them.

Fast forward say four years or even 12 years later.  How many Anniversary cards do those young couples receive?  Do their parents even send a card and gift?

Folks we are talking about thousands upon thousands of dollars for one “party”.  We are talking about folks buying new undies, new clothes, new shoes, getting hair cuts, having their nails done, renting clothes.  This is BIG, I tell ya.

Then, a mere 12 months later, maybe one or two anniversary cards.  Do the couples themselves get dressed up and celebrate?  Do they exchange cards or gifts?  Do they rip open a package of Oreos to celebrate that Oreo cake they had to have constructed for the ceremony? oreo-wedding-cake

Do we all continue to lift up the couple with encouragement and celebration? Who does Hallmark sell all those anniversary cards to exactly?  You know the really expensive cards on the top row?  Seriously, those are pricey.  Jeepers, you really have to like a couple to dish out that kind of moolah.

During some ceremonies, we as the congregation promised to lift up this couple and walk with them through good times and bad.  Are we keeping our promise?

Have you remembered to invite those couples to dinner?  Have you sent an anniversary card this year?

I am offering up a gentle reminder and suggestion.  This life is tough.  Maybe sending out cards will soften the edges and help us remember to celebrate? Maybe a card or note will gently remind other couples we are in their corner?

Lots of statistics out there that tell us how few marriages “make it”.

Somehow, as a society we expect these young couples who have not even hosted a formal dinner party for 6 with written invitations and matching place cards to throw an enormous PARTY for 200 to celebrate their union.  Somehow, we as a society expect so many youngins’ to wear the “right” clothes, say and do the right things and because they do all that, the union will work.

Mr. Right and I send anniversary cards.  We expect our kids to celebrate.  We want to show by example.  We try our best to remember and lift up couples.

(Now, we don’t go all wild and try to push our values on others.  If they choose not to celebrate or wait until next Saturday to go out to a restaurant to toast their big day, good for them.  No, we are not going to continue to jump up and down if another couple is just more quiet  & private about their joy.)

Except when it comes to our own kiddos.  They don’t get a choice whether or not we lift them up and celebrate them.  They get bathed in Grace & Goodness weather they like it or not.  

Some years we send a hand-made, time-consuming gift.  Stitched with such love and fierceness that it is mighty difficult to unwind.  We try and send silly cards to remember to have humor.  One year, we sent aluminum pie pans, foil, cookie cutters to celebrate an “aluminum” year.  One year, we gave toilet paper, paper towels and napkins.  To celebrate the “cotton” year.  haha

Always a card.  Sometimes a sweet little metal sign that simply says:

love

Being married is all sorts of wild and wonderful feelings mixed together.  Happy, tricky, goofy, funny, hard, easy breezy, lovely, weird, interesting but always, so worth it.

We want our children to know that we are in their corner.  We will lift them up and celebrate what they do and who they love. It is our calling to help our grands have parents that are so strong in their marriage, that it spills over into creating a family of strength and goodness.

Here’s to G & M as they celebrate 4 years of Marriage, today!

Here’s to D & G as they celebrate 12 years of Marriage, tomorrow! 

With Love & Congratulations,

Cheers, Mom & Dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Love Notes

Every work morning for 34 years (minus away time for the Army) my husband writes me a letter.

This  year for Valentine’s Day I am him a small quilt called, “Love Notes”. 20160210_145058-1-1

I sewed an extra block onto the back of the quilt.  I slipped my own love note inside.20160210_144402

I am so grateful that I am reminded every single day, someone loves me…

and….. I love him right back.

(I am just better with a sewing machine, than trying to get up at 4:30 am in the morning to write a coherent letter.)20160210_145121

Have I mentioned lately what a grateful and lucky girl I am?

 

Fingers crossed he likes it.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Ps.  He loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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meatball Monday

Social media and I have this love/hate thing going on.  While I am not comfortable with the lack of etiquette, rough & tumble comments, and don’t get me started on the “like” button…………..I do love using social media to share pictures of food and recipes as well as harvest recipes from others.

Every once in a while, I love to share a snap shot of something I have cooked that is just waiting, waiting, waiting to be devoured by Mr. Right.  Hey, nothing wrong with giving him a little preview of freshly baked cookies or a savory dinner all prepped and waiting just for him!

The goal is to make him feel lucky that he is headed home.  Home to perfectly behaved children, a spotless house and freshly applied lipstick on the wife.  WAIT, that was the 1950’s!

By the time he comes through that door,  I do try to have the table set and the meal prepped.  While the house isn’t always spotless,  when I hear the garage door opening, I make a dash for the bathroom and quickly tie up my hair and slap on some lipstick.

Monday night’s dinner was worth coming home to.  The aroma of savory garlic and sesame oil was swirling about.  The hint of ginger in the air made your mouth water with anticipation of a great meal.

I searched for and found natural, no chemical, fresh ground turkey.  While we do not make it a habit to eat meat, (I can’t remember the last time I bought meat to create a dinner with) this recipe was one that I wanted to try.

20160111_131544-1Asian Meatballs .  While somebody thinks I am to loosey goosey with my stars, we both agreed 5 Stars was the right amount.

1/4 cup panko

1 egg

1 Tablespoon ginger

1 clove garlic (HAHAHAHA, I used 12)

salt

1/4 cup fresh chopped parsley

4 scallions thinly sliced

2 teaspoons sesame oil

1 1/4 pounds ground turkey

Mix together and form 12, 1/4 cup size meatballs. Seemed rather large to me, so I made 18 meatballs.   Bake in a pre-heated 500* oven for 17 minutes.

Sauce (ends up as a lovely aromatic Ponzu sauce):  2 Tablespoons soy sauce (I used tamari), 1 Tablespoon sesame oil, juice of one lime, 1 Tablespoon water, 1 minced garlic clove………Whisk

When meatballs are done, drizzle them evenly with a  Tablespoon of the sauce.  Garnish with scallions and the remainder of your sauce is for dipping. 20160111_181710-1

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While these were savory, flavorful, moist and cooked perfectly the equal star of the show was the spiral zucchini noodles.  I sliced another dozen cloves of garlic and used some lovely Olive oil we purchased from a farm in California.  (Lucero Olive Oils are simply a game changer.)  I simmered the garlic for a couple minutes then turned off the heat.  I let it set until I was ready at the last minute to heat the noodles for about 4 minutes.  Right before plating, I tossed in some chili flakes and about 1/2 cup of just toasted walnut halves. 
Mr. Right had seconds and as of right now we have 8 meat balls left over.  Thinking tonight I will somehow creatively work my magic with some bok choy and other veggies and snuggle some brown rice right up next to them and devour the last of the meatballs.
Okay, maybe I don’t hate social media.  By embracing and using technology in a way that makes me comfortable, sharing a snapshot of a meal being prepared, or a dessert just bake…..I like thinking of the photograph as the amuse bouche of a lovely meal just about to happen.
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let’s trade

  Trade phones with your spouse/significant other for one week.

Yesterday, while browsing blogs, I came across this challenge/idea/suggestion.

Can trading phones for one week make your relationship stronger?

While it has been brought to my attention that this was a “game” lesson in trust…….my first thought was empathy.empathy

Oh my stars, if I had to answer all the questions and text that Mr. Right receives…….yikes.  I am not sure I could go on and on about the shipping industry, Army, politics, golf or hockey playoffs.  Nor do I think he would be that interested in my friends talking about quilting and recipes and kids and spouses, dog treat orders or the new website for ordering dresses.

(Okay, we are not REAL scientists here, so don’t get all twisted in knots over this experiment.  If you don’t have a spouse, substitute the word girlfriend or sister, adult child, co-worker.  Maybe even try it for a weekend?)

The idea is you trade phones and have to answer text and emails in place of the other person.  Not in their voice nor can you say, “Hi Joanne, this is Mr. Right, I am using Daleen’s phone for the week, she will get back to you in seven days.”

You have to answer the greeting and have a conversation.   “Oh Hi Kathy, this is Mr. Right, do you like the orange fabric for the border of the quilt or do you think teal would be more shocking and fancy?”  or   “Oh my goodness, I am sincerely sorry your friend passed away.  We will begin praying for you.”   Then go get a sympathy card and get it ready for mailing.  “Will you join us for the potluck on Tuesday?  Yes, and I will be bringing a vegetable tray.  Thank you for including me”.  Then write down veggie tray on the calendar.

Will your spouse say NO?  My work is much too important for you to dabble in it!  Will your spouse say NO, my phone, my private life?  Will your spouse say NO, I am vital and no one, not even you can take my place? 

Or will your partner in crime say, SURE, I will gladly let you see how my week unfolds.  Yes please, you talk to these folks for a week, see what I go through.  Here you go, can we start NOW? 

Now, I don’t think the experiment means answering specific work related questions.   I don’t want to answer a government question about shipping something to Argentina or if I think the Toronto Maple Leafs should get a coach (which, by the way I do think they should GET A COACH, any coach).

I think there are some questions you can politely answer.  However, let’s leave the work specific questions to the pros.

I think the general idea is to walk a week in your spouses shoes.  polka dot shoes

plain blackThe idea of me carrying a plain black phone is sort of sad.  I love my teal colored case.  It has “diamonds” that sparkle all over it and a lovely quilted pattern.  Under my fancy, girlie case, my phone is gold.  Yep, you guessed it, Mr. Right’s phone under the black cover is black.teal phone case (seems rather dull and boring)

So, once we trade phones, the discussion begins.

Wow, you have a lot of friends who check in with you.  My goodness, you sure keep in touch with lots of folks.  You must get tired of answering some?  How do you manage to stay kind and friendly with some mean and grumpy folks at your business?  How on earth do you keep all this straight?

Will this experiment give us more understanding of what our significant other walks through daily?  Will we be more understanding when, at the end of the day, they say, geesh, I am tired.

Will we find it charming that they still lift up and continue to cheer on friends from 30 years ago, or do we find ourselves being a bit jealous?

Will we have more empathy and act more loving toward that person?

I am like a 6th grade girl twisting and twirling a lock of her hair.  Smiling.  I think it will be a lovely experiment and a look behind curtain at how the magic happens. I think it will bring to light just how kind, generous with time, considerate my spouse really is.

Are you game?   Are you brave/curious/thoughtful enough to take on the challenge?

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hello again

While our boys were little, Mr. Right did quite a bit of traveling for business.  When he returned home, bearing gifts, the boys would be thrilled & excited to see what treasures he handed out.  I would be so happy.  The boys would be occupied for a bit and Mr. Right and I could smooch and smooch some more without feeling like we were ignoring the boys.  They were after all, busy figuring out and sampling their trinkets and goodies.

The gift bags, read that as plastic hotel laundry bags would include “treasures” that included: mini bags of pretzels and peanuts from airline flights, sometimes plastic pilot wings, or maybe a bag of snacks from the area visited. There would also be hotel pens, hotel note pads and a “do not disturb” sign now and then.  One time, they each got a plastic shower bonnet.  haha, yep, they put them on as they investigated the rest of their goodie bag.  There would be maps of the area or state & brochures with colorful pictures and sometimes even those tiny little pencils they give out at golf tournaments. Without fail, there would just happen to be a brand new Match box car in each bag.

I am not sure why kids and kids at heart, love doodling and drawing with a new-found pen?  Little pads of hotel stationery seem to be the perfect place to try out different designs or a new language you have just made up.  I know as the wife of said Mr. Right, I was delighted to have the extra time to chat with and yes, once again smooch with my boyfriend.

20150411_091321Fast forward a few years.  Mr. Right comes home from a business trip. (side note: golly I love that man & miss him like the dickens when he is out of town)  Notice I said “dickens” not chickens”.  ha

He always comes bearing gifts.  Now a days, home it is just the dog and I.  Oh, how times change. Oh sure I get a couple of smoochies and a t-shirt.  (have no idea when that started, but boy do I have a fantastic colorful, happy collection of amazing sleep shirts) The “gift wrap” is still a plastic laundry bag from a hotel, ha.  20150411_092224Sometimes, I get a piece of fun jewelry, or he brings home a new coin he received in change.  Of course there are brochures, magazines, books,  maps, pens and paper.

Strangely enough, while I am wearing my new t-shirt, trying out the new pen on the little mini stationary, flipping through the latest magazine……Mr. Right is spending his time, rough housing and saying hello again to the dog.

They have such a happy, energetic, fanciful reunion……..I really don’t mind.  I am occupied looking through all my new-found treasures………..hey, wait a minute!

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trilogy

I didn’t see it.

I didn’t take the time.

It was 1982 and Mr. Right and I were sitting on a blanket in the middle of a city park having our picture taken with our new baby.  I am guessing the car was packed full with all kinds of supplies that new parents think they “need” for a 30 minute trip. Our entire focus was to make that new baby HAPPY.  As young, brand new parents we wanted a great family picture.  We wanted that brand new baby boy to be the star.  So just outside “the” perfect shot was a stack of clothes, the stroller, diaper bag and on and on. The behind the scenes “magic” to help keep a baby happy and picture ready.

Our mission was to set up “camp” and have our photograph taken.

The park was a beautiful scene.  It measures 10 city blocks right smack dab in the middle of a big city, our city. The park was established in 1886  & I would guess, thousands of people have had their wedding, baby, family, engagement, Sunday afternoon in the park, pictures taken somewhere in those 27 acres.

Side note:  my grandma used to go to church across the street from Wright Park.  I wonder if she ever had her picture taken in her Sunday best?

We were so caught up in trying to make a baby happy and focused on our photos, that honestly we did nothing else.

20150405_142337 20150405_144610We did not explore.  We did not even walk 50 feet ahead and take in and enjoy a brand new piece of art.  The sculpture was created by Larry Anderson.  It was placed in the park in 1978. He named it “Trilogy”.

I didn’t see it.

I didn’t take the time.

Sunday afternoon.  We took the time.  The year is 2015 and we did not have a baby with us.  We strolled, hand in hand through the beautiful hometown park.  We took in the Seymour Conservatory.  Yes, in this day and age, we still have a stunning, breathtaking Seymour-ConservatoryConservatory to explore and soak in.

It was the perfect way to “fill up our pitcher”.  We all need to do that now and then.

20150405_143739I wish someone had told me that when I had a 4 month old baby.  I should have taken the time.  I would have been a much better wife and mom.  I/we were so busy trying to take care of and learn about a new baby, we had blinders on.  We forgot to fill our pitcher and take care of our souls.

We didn’t see the beauty.  Only had eyes for our family of three. The mechanics of everyday life overshadowed the beauty that was right before us. 20150405_142836

This past Sunday we experienced “Trilogy” in the park, we drank it in.  We took pictures, we talked about it.  Heck, I even sent the photo to a few friends and asked for first three words that came to mind:

joy fun family

breathless moving goodness

adventurous playful carefree

contentment confidence optimistic

joy adventure love

20150405_142607When I was reading a bit of the history of Wright Park, I noticed 21 other parks listed in the Metro Parks of Tacoma line up.  You can guess what I am going to say next.  ha

Sometime, during this spring and summer, Mr. Right and I are going to visit all 21 parks.  We are going to explore, look around, soak in the beauty and fill our pitchers to overflowing. 20150405_142418

We are going to take the time, open our eyes and see the beauty right before us.