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Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Perfect Day for Stew

Oh, little dutch oven, so bright and cherry red...I was thinking about you all day!


It was so cold and drizzly today...I didn't even want to leave the house this morning.
Afternoon inspiration told me just what I wanted to do with you...


Something yummy!
Something perfect for a cold, rainy night!



Stew!
♥ 3 lbs. chuck or rump, cut in 1 1/2 inch cubes

♥ 1 cup of sliced onion

♥ 2 beef bouillon cubes in 4 cups of water

♥1 tbsp. parsley flakes or fresh, cut up

♥1 clove garlic, minced

♥ 1/2 teaspoon salt

♥ 1/2 teaspoon pepper

♥ 1/4 teaspoon thyme

♥ 1 bay leaf

♥1 cup of corn

♥ 6 potatoes (quartered)

♥ 6 carrots, peeled and sliced

♥ 2 tbsp. flour

♥ 2 cups of Bisquick

♥2/3 cup of milk



In a hot dutch oven, brown beef cubes well on all sides. Remove and set aside. Add onion and saute until tender. Return beef to pan. Add parsley, garlic, salt & pepper, bay leaf, thyme, and bouillon cube mixture.  Add a little bit of red wine, if you want to!

Bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer covered for 1 1/2 hours. Add vegetables and simmer covered for about 1 hour or until vegetables are tender. Remove from heat, skim off fat. Mix flour with about 1/4 cup of the broth from the stew. Stir into beef mixture. Simmer about 10 more minutes until slightly thickened.

To mix the dumplings, pour 2 cups of Bisquick into a small bowl.  Add 2/3 cup of milk, and stir until well mixed. Spoon by the tablespoon all over the top of stew and let cook about 10 more minutes until dumplings are cooked.

The perfect rainy night dinner!

Can't wait for leftovers for lunch tomorrow :-)



Happy Homemaking!

♥ Beth




Sunday, October 17, 2010

Socks!

I'm excited.

Tomorrow is the beginning of Red Ribbon Week at school.

I'm not excited about Red Ribbon Week (how can one maintain one's pride when it comes out "Red Wibbon Week" or "Wed Wibbon Reek" nearly every single time?!?)  I don't have an impediment.  You try saying it 5 times fast.

I'm excited because the kick off to Red Ribbon Week is Crazy Sock Day.

!!!  I love SOCKS  !!!

I don't know what it is about socks...they just make me so happy.

I think it stems from the fact that I hate wearing shoes.  At least if I have to wear shoes, I can wear some fun socks to go with them.

I have socks for every occassion.  Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, Spring, Summer, Christmas, you name it.  I love them.

So...the question is, which ones should I wear tomorrow?


My polka dots...

Cute valentine hearts...

Funky monkey socks...

Pink, black and grey argyle...

Knee-high shamrock socks...

Froggy socks!

I couldn't find the partner to either of these socks (which is extremely ironic, considering a story about the pink one that I need to write down someday!)

Daisy socks...

More preppy argyle...

Handsome, pink-and-fluffy photograher waiting patiently while I put on a new pair of socks...

More knee-highs...

and more!

Choices, choices!

What do you think?

Friday, October 15, 2010

Hairpins

I usually put a couple of pins in my hair to keep it out of my face.  It's funny how a supply of about 80 hairpins at the beginning of the summer can dwindle down to a meager four or five. I often forget to take them out before I fall asleep, and then when I wake up, they're gone. I don't know where they go. They just seem to disappear.

I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between these days) and was surprised when I swept under Jesse's side of the bed. Out came a million hairpins! At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side? But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.

I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days. It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake. I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.

Jesse has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all. He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep.
Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.



What a guy ♥

Thursday, October 14, 2010

My Laugh for the Day

Today, I was writing a word problem on the board in preparation for the two third graders I was expecting in a few minutes.

Three students walked six blocks to the craft store...

As I copied the problem from the teacher edition, the SDC teacher walked in, read what I had written, and laughed.

"Oh, Bethany, only you would write a 3rd grade math problem about a craft store!"

I had to show her the textbook before she believed me.

Isn't it funny that I don't have to be somewhere for more than a few weeks before my reputation as a craftaholic comes out?  :-)

Whispers

God has sent little whispers to my heart.

By the time I got to church yesterday, I was feeling overwhelmed.  I locked myself in Jesse's office when he took the jr. high kids for youth group time, and just sat in his chair and cried. 

Aside from my love for Jesse and my desire to care for him and make a happy home for him, I feel unfulfilled in life.  I miss the feeling of belonging somewhere.  I belong at Jesse's side, I belong in our home--and I'm truly happy there--but I don't feel like I belong anywhere else.  It's been over two years since I had a job that I loved--where I felt called to be and where people were happy to have me.  It's lonely floating around from one thing to another...and as relieved as I am to have a position right now, I know that it's not what I want for my life.  I don't feel needed, and I don't feel fulfilled.  I didn't need to go to college for five years to get this job, and when I look at all of my studet loans and realize I'm not making enough right now to be able to take care of it, I get stressed. 

Being a substitute teacher for the past two years has just torn at my soul.  It's such a lonely thing to fill in for someone else but to be a "nobody" at the same time.  I started to feel transparent--like I didn't expect anyone to pay attention to me because...why should they?  I find myself acting like that where I am now, too, and I hate it.

I feel guilt for not being able to pull my weight for the entirety of our marriage.  I worked full time as a preschool teacher through college, and I looooooved it.  I was so happy there.  But pursuing elementary teaching has been one hopeless thing after another.

Jesse doesn't want me to worry.  We've always agreed that he would be the bread-winner.  We don't want to depend on my earnings so that some day, I can stop and devote my days to being a mommy.  But that's not where we are yet, and I want to be doing everything I can to help us out in the meantime! 

There are so many unknowns these days...and sometimes my fears for the future cloud out my trust in God.  I reeeeeeally need to work on that.  How can I be a loving, supporting wife if I don't trust in God?  There's no way that Jesse and I can do this ourselves!  How can I say that I'm a child of God if I don't hand Him everything as faithfully as I handed my troubles to my parents when I was a little girl?

Last night at our young adult Bible study, Jesse opened the Bible to 1 John 3.  These verses really spoke to me:

1How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him. 2Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when He appears, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. 3Everyone who has this hope in Him purifies Himself, just as He is pure.


I need to remember that I'm a creation that is not yet complete...God is forming me and shaping me everyday.  Someday, I'll probably look back on these days and understand why they were needed.  Until then, I'm just praying for peace, patience, and a whole lot of trust!




This came in my email today from my friend Sarah (who used towork at the preschool with me) It's a simple reminder, too.


ABCs you should always remember:


Although things are not perfect


Because of trial or pain

Continue in thanksgiving

Do not begin to blame

Even when the times are hard

Fierce winds are bound to blow

God is forever able

Hold on to what you know

Imagine life without His love

Joy would cease to be

Keep thanking Him for all the things

Love imparts to thee

Move out of "Camp Complaining"

No weapon that is known

On earth can yield the power

Praise can do alone

Quit looking at the future

Redeem the time at hand

Start every day with worship

To "thank" is a command

Until we see Him coming

Victorious in the sky

We'll run the race with gratitude

Xalting God most high

Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...

Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
 

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A Shadow Day

I hate feeling weak...I hate feeling helpless...I hate being discouraged.  There's nothing earth-shattering going on in our lives right now (don't worry!).  It's just one of those days.  I wish I could pull the covers over my head and curl up with Jesse and stay safe in our own fluffy, vanilla-scented, little world.

Maybe only people who are church workers know how I feel today; maybe anyone who works closely with hundreds of people would.  I don't know.  All I know is, somedays, it sure would be nice to get a hug from God.


Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for Heav'n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
A constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches over me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me 
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches

I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me (He watches me)
He watches me (I know he watches me)

"Let not your heart be troubled,"

His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness,
I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth
But one step I may see:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted,

Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him,
From care He sets me free:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He cares for me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He cares for me.




Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Oh, Yum...

Why, hello, new challenge!!!



I finally got to get my craft store fix yesterday.  Hooray for being finished with my challenge in time to enjoy the Columbus Day Sale!

Don't you love saving as much as you spend?

Mhmmmmm :-)

These will whip up into some pretty scarf/hat sets for the November sale...and some cute little ornaments and doilies and things.  So much fun!

What's your newest project?

Happy Homemaking!
♥ Bethany