When dreams become reality…
Being a mom to three wonderful boys, a grown son, and a wife to the most amazing husband, dinnertime is a challenge. Usually there is at least someone at the table who doesn’t like what I have prepared. Dealing with the “orange“, my dinner preparations are really a labor of love and when I hear, “We are having that?” I want to scream.
Bryan is teaching our young men to be gentlemen and requires them to thank me for dinner, clear their plate from the table, and use manners at the table. However, I know when they really like what I have made for dinner.
Last night, I tried a new recipe, Quick Chicken Curry that I served over organic brown basamati rice. Noah is not a chicken fan, and I was the most concerned with his vote. He cleaned the plate and Gabriel and Adam had seconds.
I have been reading about curry and the all the good it does your body from the book by Dr. OZ and Dr. Roizen You Staying Young. We will be having this dish again, especially since it was so easy and good for us.
Here are my tips: I doubled all the wet ingredients, the wine, chutney, and tomato juice to make more sauce and then I added more curry. I used a mango chutney and it gave the dish a nice flavor. Next time I will use peanuts, but I forgot to order them online with my groceries. If you are allergic to peanuts or don’t like them this dish is really good without them.
It is finally here!!! I can’t believe the website is finally finished. I love being able to strike something off my task list an this is a huge one for me. With the help of Carolyn and Bryan I have been able to accomplish this. I am being stretched beyond my wildest dreams.
My sister had a Stretch Armstrong doll when we were kids. She used to stand holding one arm and I would hold the leg and we would keep stepping as far apart as we could to keep stretching him. We loved to see him get really thin. Sometimes I feel like that Stretch Armstrong doll being stretched creatively.
I am so glad I am surrounded by creatives who know what they are doing who can help me.
So check out www.Kids-rock.net
“Guess what, Mom? Monday, we get out of school for King Luther Day.” That is what I said running in the house after coming home from a day in the first grade. My Mom asked me who King Luther was and I wasn’t sure, but we were out for his birthday.
At the time, my family was living in Mason, Ohio a small farming community 30 minutes north of Cincinnati. My Dad commuted into the city every day as a chemical engineer, and we drove once a week to attend a traditional church.
My mother decided I should know who Martin Luther King, Jr was, what he had done for us and how he had changed history. She told me all about him from her perspective and then she read to me from the encyclopedia.
My interest in MLK grew over the years and I read “I Have a Dream” as a sophomore in a private high school and wrote a paper about him. MLK’s devotion to God is missed in most of the memorials to him. He knew God’s word and wanted it to be applied equally to all men.
I have never experienced being the object of racism, but it hurts my heart to see that it still exists. I don’t pretend to know what it is like to be overlooked for a promotion or for someone to not do business with me because of the color of my skin. This is not the 1960’s when the Civil Rights Movement was in full swing, and many things have changed. May we continue to change and move forward.
