4th of July

Have I mentioned that I love the
4th of July
I seriously do
I am a patriot
I love my country
and my silly husband who likes to take pictures of himself with the camera….
but that isn’t what this post is about
it is about the
4th of July.

Every year we go to my hometown’s parade
I say hometown,
but really I should say
“home suburb”
I grew up in the ‘burbs
about 15 minutes north of Salt Lake City

I really enjoy the parade
the local police, sirens blaring
lights flashing
going down the middle of main street

there I am holding baby boy punk
(this is probably the last time you will see my picture on my blog, so savor the moment)
he got a kick out of the police and emergency vehicles.

He kept turning around in my lap and saying
“bye-bye”
he wanted to get down really bad!


Awwww
The color guard
carrying “Old Glory”
Love that flag.

The local Boy Scouts passed out little flags and Tom thought they were fabulous!

Here we have some local heroes

This fellow married one of my best friends.

and you can’t have a parade without a marching band!

Afterwards we walked to the city park to take in the festivities.

Each of the punks got to have their face painted


We had a great day.

Country Music

I was in the car today, running some of Dadzoo’s clothes to the cleaners. I wish I was running all of his shirts there, I would love to just send his shirts out…but alas, the washing and ironing of said shirts is my job.

Anyway

I was in the car today and I had a local Country Music station on. I usually don’t listen to Country music, typically the radio is tuned to some Talk Radio (Dr Laura, Glen Beck….) or some Rock station. Today I was in the mood for Country.

Well, Punk #3 said “Hey mom, is this Country?”

 

“Yep, this is Country.”

 

Punk #4 pipes in “NO, it not!”

(since she is 4 she knows everything about everything.)

MOM! isn’t this Country Music?”

“Yes”, I say “This is Country music.”

Punk #3 says “This is the kind of music people listen to when they go on long trips in the Country, that is why it is called Country Music.”

6 year olds sure have things figured out, don’t they.

Soft Place to Land….real life?

Dating does involve putting your best foot forward, but it invariably means hiding something. Marriage on the other hand is reality. Give me the real any day. Love is not love if it can only respond to what is pretty, sweet, and self-gratifying.

B. Knox

I recently received this comment in regard to my post “A Soft Place to Land”. I think I was grossly misunderstood. I was not taking about making life like one endless date! I was talking about making your home a haven for your husband. As woman we have a very unique ability to either make the home miserable or happy. I don’t see anything superficial about taking a few moments out of your day to make your husband (you know the person you claim to love above all others) feel welcome and loved upon his return home.

For every couple this will be different, and even day to day this will be different.

There have been many time I have handed Dadzoo the crying baby and I have gone and locked myself in the bedroom. Life happens. However if I did that every day he would soon come to resent it, instead on my bad days he quietly and happily takes over. As recently as two weeks ago Dadzoo came home and I was in bed with a migraine, he quietly made sure I was ok, asked if I needed anything, and then took care of the kids. Like I said, life happens.

Here is a quick run down of our evenings:

Dadzoo comes home, we have dinner. After dinner I supervise the older girls doing dishes while Dadzoo gets the little kids in the tub. He baths, dresses and puts the little ones to bed. I continue with cleaning up dinner and I get the older kids settled down with homework. Dadzoo will pick up the living room usually (without being asked) then he helps with homework where needed. After homework I will shoo the older girls to baths and bed while Dadzoo goes into his office to work on his web site or work on his side job (web consulting). Sounds like one big date doesn’t it! So how can 15 minutes of focusing on my husband, getting pretty for him, and making him feel special, hurt? How does this take away from the “real”? It doesn’t, it just makes your husband feel special for a few minutes in the business of the day.

“Love is not love if it can only respond to what is pretty, sweet, and self-gratifying.” I agree. Let me point out that a man is not going to open himself to his wife if she is naggy, critical, mean and easily offended. If she is loving, kind and soft you are going to really learn who your husband is and you will really learn what it is to love someone more than yourself.

To be kind, loving and soft doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be forceful when needed. A good marriage isn’t one where one partner dominates over the other. There have been many, many times I have been very forceful with my husband, and I always share my opinion with him. Sometimes I bet he wishes I wouldn’t so much! When you do kind acts for others it always comes back to you. When you treat your husband with kindness he will (unless he is a total creep) treat you kindly back. It might be in small simple ways, keep your eyes open, you will see them. Or bigger things, like flowers delivered to you, his wife, on Father’s Day.

I know this has been a huge long post. I am sorry; this subject sits very close to my heart. I hate to hear women belittling their husbands.

My husband has been going through some major therapy; it had been very emotional and hard for him. We, as a result have become very close as a couple. I wonder how different things would be if I were naggy, irritated, mean and demeaning. I am glad that I made this home a soft place for my husband to land. This is real life, I know real life, I live it and I have seen it in the eyes of my broken down husband, and I have felt it in his embrace.

It isn’t that hard to give your husband a soft place to land.

Peachy Peach Crisp

I love fresh fruit.
I love this time of year when the grocery stores are full of all sorts of fresh fruits.
I love how it smells
I love how it looks on my table
I love how it looks in my grocery cart
(you know…hey everybody look, I eat healthy)
anyway
I have a little problem when it comes to fresh fruit
it tends to sit on my table looking all pretty
and goes rotten while I am getting around to eating it.

This summer I promised myself things would be different

I am going to be a better steward of all the bounties that God provides.
I am going to show respect for all the hard work Dadzoo does
and I am not going to let good food go to waste!
So I have this really pretty bowl of peaches sitting on my table
and they look so pretty
and smell so good and peachy
but
they are starting to get soft
so I decide that for breakfast tomorrow I am going to make a peach crisp and I am going to blog about it too, since I have so much time…hehe…
(ok, fine, I don’t have extra time, but what the heck a girl had to play a little, right, and since I am too poor for pedicures and shopping trips blogging about my cooking is the next best thing)So here we go

the cast of characters:
8 nice ripe peaches
2 cups brown sugar
1 cup flour
1 cup old fashioned oats
1 cup butter (softened)
2 tsp cinnamon
2 tsp nutmeg

Very simple, down home ingredients, not really expensive, but not diet friendly either.
 

First thing, mix all your dry ingredients

Then add your butter, I use my hands and mix it in really, really well. The softer your butter the easier it is to mix in.

Then I cut up the peaches.
This is the most time consuming part of the whole recipe.
I fill my clean sink full of hot water, as hot as I can stand and plunk all the peaches in it.
I will let them sit for a while, that is when I mix all the dry ingredients.

The hot water makes the skin come off easier.
I peal and slice them in to a bowl of cold water and the juice of one lemon
(or in my world, a good splash of bottled lemon juice, why bother measuring?)
The lemon juice will help keep the peaches from turning brown, if I was going to bake the crisp right away, I wouldn’t bother with the lemon juice, but since it is going to sit in the fridge overnight and be baked in the morning I don’t want yucky brown peaches.

Place your peaches in the bottom of an ungreased baking dish

Look at those lonely peaches, I think they need a little sugar
yeah, some sugar
(Pour Some Sugar on Me…Def Leopard…anyone else have that song running through their head?)

Maybe a little more sugar

and more….

Beautiful, looks just right

of course, you don’t need to pour any sugar on the peaches
it is yummy without sugar.
I just had a weak moment.
(don’t we all?)

Spread the topping on top of the peaches
(that is why we call it topping)

Don’t that look purdy
already the juices are starting to make a wonderfully yummy peachy syrup.

At this point I popped this puppy in the fridge.


When Dadzoo woke up I went and put it in the oven (400 degrees)
it was a beautiful morning
I should have strolled around the yard
or read scripture

But,
I didn’t
I climbed back into bed

about 45 minutes later it was ready
The top was crispy

The syrup was hot and bubbly
Perfect!

I served it in a bowl with some milk.
I figured since it was for breakfast, I should have something healthy to go along with it.
(I really wanted some ice cream or real whipping cream, but I figured it was loaded with calories as it was…)

There you go
Peach Crisp
This recipe works with any type of fruit, I do it with apples all the time in the fall and I have even had it with rhubarb.

Enjoy!

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