Yes, it's Saturday. No, I do not have any tried and true soup recipe for you. However, I have an interesting idea for you to experiment with. I am trying it tomorrow too.
Some of you are WILD about football. There was alot of hullabaloo about that a couple weeks ago. Here at my house, we are basketball folks. Especially my boys. This weekend is All Star weekend. The boys are especially excited because our (our= our team's) own Brandon Roy is playing. So I want to make something special to eat.
This morning as I was deboning a chicken I made broth with and mulling over what to do with it. I was thinking about what I would make in the crockpot to be ready when we get home from church, as well as what I would make for the basketball festivities. Then it occured to me that there MUST be some kind of recipe for Chicken Wing Soup.
I love search engines.
I found several recipes, got some great ideas, and am adding some ingredients of my own. Next week I will post the results and, if it was deeee-lish-us, I will post the recipe.
In the meantime, have any of you made Chicken Wing Soup before? Do you have a wonderful recipe for it? I also considered Barbeque Chicken Soup so if you have a recipe for that I'd love that too. Maybe this week you can experiment and come up with your own. Or maybe you have a treasured recipe.
If you want to post next week about some kind of soup that is modeled after your favorite way to eat chicken, I'd love it if you will link! I will plan to have the link up first thing next Saturday.
(I don't know why Blogger is formatting weird, hopefully you can make sense of this)
Today is the one year anniversary of this blog. I started blogging before this, but nothing regular and not under this name. This is my true first real and consistent blogging endeavor.
I have discovered so much this year, especially about myself. Alot of it I learned through blogging. Most of it I will remember because of blogging.
And I have "met" so many new friends through blogging too (Hey, if my dad can meet his wife online, why can't I call my bloggy peeps my friends?)
I planned to write much more. But I did not know I would be rushing around trying to get ready to take a trip to say goodbye to my dear Great Aunt. Maybe I will write more when I celebrate my 200th post, which will be soon!
And, whether you've been reading all along -- or if you just started, consider yourself THANKED for being a reader of this blog, for your comment contributions, and for being a part of my little blogging world over this past year.
As a mother to 5 (five) boys, I am concerned with the feminization of young men. I'm not tackling any controversial conversation about homosexuality here, I am talking purely about raising our boys to be strong men and leaders in their families.
I am still pro chivalry. I think it is appropriate for men to open doors for women. I think the mantra "women and children first" is worth perpetuating. I think there are alot of women out there who appreciate a man who is a MAN. I don't view men who snivel and whine and make excuses for themselves as Real Men.
I'm not saying a man should never get a pedicure, or should never weep. I am certainly not saying they should not do dishes or housework. Many manly young men are artistic. They'd rather paint than play football. Or play music rather than work on their big ole truck.
Boys need to learn to do a man's work. They need to learn to chop wood and haul debris. They need to learn to accept responsibility for their actions. They need to learn how to be leaders. They need to learn how to be strong and steady for the women in their lives. They need to be dependable. And, YES. They need to change diapers and walk a colicky baby to sleep for hours in the middle of the night so their beloved can sleep a little.
Isn't CHARACTER the measure of a man? So we need to make sure we teach our boys to do hard things, things that challenge and stretch them -- things that build character. We need to comfort and cuddle them when they are little and be there for them as they grow. But we also have to let them suffer some hard knocks. We need to encourage and foster relationships with their fathers. And we need to realize that we will have to cut the apron strings, whether it is sending them outside to make bows and arrows out of sticks and branches and build forts, or to go fishing on a boat with their buddies (when they are old enough) while you worry all day that they will capsize. Maybe they will be turned down for a date by a girl they like, or not be accepted by a group of friends they'd like to be part of. We have to let them go through hard times, make mistakes, and accept the responsibility for them.
We need to PRAY!
I heard this song awhile back and it made me chuckle...(you'll have to turn off the tunes on my sidebar to listen to this)
When you see a deer you see Bambi and I see antlers up on the wall.
When you see a lake you think picnics and I see a large mouth up under that log.
You're probably thinkin' that you're gonna change me. In some ways, well, maybe you might. Scrub me down, dress me up, oh but no matter what remember I'm still a guy.
When you see a priceless French painting I see a drunk naked girl. You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy and I'd like to give it a whirl.
Well, love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of and in weak moment I might -- walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall -- but remember I'm still a guy.
I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car, write a love song that makes you cry. Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'cuz he copped a feel as you walk by.
I can hear you now talkin' to your friends sayin', "Yeah girls he's come a long way from draggin' his knuckles and carryin' a club and buildin' a fire in a cave."
But when you say a back rub means only a back rub then you swat my hand when I try. Well now what can I say - at the end of the day,"Honey, I'm still a guy."
And I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car, write a love song that makes you cry. Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'cuz he copped a feel as you walk by.
These days there's dudes gettin' facials, manicured, waxed and botoxed. With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands you can't grip a tackle box.
Yeah, with all of these men linin' up to get neutered it's hip now to be feminized. I don't highlight my hair, I've still got a pair. Yeah, honey I'm still a guy.
Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked there's a gun in my truck. Oh thank god, I'm still a guy.
Please scroll down and turn off my tunes before playing this.
And imagine, this very issue is the main issue that prevented me from voting for the First Black American for President. I am very sad not to have been able to vote for this historic and long- awaited moment.
Because of the policies he has promised to effect, many innocent lives will be lost to abortion. Just hours after taking office the President signed the "Mexico City Policy", which forces me to give money toward something which I find sickening and diabolical.
God bless Ann Dunham for working so hard for her child. She never knew that her son would one day become the President of the United States.
Speak up for those who are weakest among us, who have no voice. It impacts us all.
(For some reason, for this post, you have to click on the post title and bring up only this post to make or see comments. I have no idea why. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
It is 12:03. I had the news on channel 12 because of the snowy road conditions.
The clock stuck 12 and I heard the musical introduction of Perry Mason.
As a young girl I would watch Perry Mason when I stayed home sick from school. I'd eat noodle soup and grilled cheese if I was up to it.
I think Perry is handsome and distinguished.
I think I was watching Perry when the news of the assassination attempt on President Reagan interrupted.
I also think I was watching it when Israeli Prime Minister Anwar Sadat was assassinated.
Today my little daughter and I are cuddled up now on the bed, watching the black and white film together as she asks me "Is it going to stay dark like that?".
Think I am going to get some noodle soup for us on the next commercial.
President Bill Clinton was embattled much of his presidency with his own sex scandals.
Senator Ted Stevens of Alaska was at the center of a corruption trial.
Governor Rob Blagojavich of Illinois is embroiled in a corruption scandal as well.
Even without publicized scandals, many of our politicians, whether local or national, endorse ideals we do not agree with. In this country we are free to voice our dissent and we must do so in the proper forums.
All of this begs the question: How do we teach our children to respect those in authority even when we feel they are going against our own ideals? Is it respectful to protest or to voice our dissent?
I am going to be posting more about this in the coming week or two. Please share with me if you have thoughts on this.
The Dardos Award is in appreciation of the merits - culturally, literary and individually- of every blogger who expresses him/herself on his/her blog. The conditions are to:
Be tickled pink, (I am!) Copy and paste the award picture to your blog, (see above) Write down the regulations, (ta-da!) Link the blog who bestowed you the award, (Hi Gina!) and finally Nominate 15 blogs for the award. (Hmmm...)
Gina over at Ginaagain, and again, and again... gave me an award. Isn't that sweet? It is especially meaningful cuz I'm pretty sure there are times when she doesn't share my point of view. I don't always have the same opinions as she does either, but I sure appreciate her point of view. And I love how real she is and how I share so many of the same struggles as she does. Thank you Gina, my friend with horns:)
Hmm, I will have to think about which blogs to nominate. Stay tuned...
These represent the levels of full curriculum we have done within Sonlight's Program. It is a literature based curriculum we use in our homeschool. We LOVE Sonlight!
