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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Oatmeal Breakfast Cookies

I am always on the lookout for recipes that I can amend in order to use honey and/or whole wheat flour. Lately I have had an abundance of zucchini so have been looking for recipes using that too.

Here is a recipe I have been playing around with which we have enjoyed, and it uses all of those things. Make sure you pay attention to the "other" ingredients as these are what make them so yummy and help you make them according to what your family likes. Most kids are going to like the idea of a cookie for breakfast. I hope you like them!

1 Cup Real Butter
1 and 1/2 cups Honey
2 teaspooons Vanilla Extract (or extract of your choice. I prefer Orange Extract.)
2 Eggs

1 and 1/2 Cups Grated Zucchini (I'm not picky about measuring. You could get away with a little more or less)

2 Cups Whole Wheat Flour
1/4 teaspoon Baking Soda
2 teaspoons Baking Powder
1/2 teaspoon Salt
1 and 1/2 teaspoons Cinnamon
2 Cups Oatmeal

Approx. 2 Cups + or - (see list at bottom of recipe)

Cream together first four ingredients. Stir in zucchini. Combine the dry ingredients then stir into zucchini mixture. Add "other" ingredients and mix well. Place by spoonful on greased cookie sheet and bake at 350 for 10 minutes or until browned and cooked through. (When I make the dough ahead and refrigerate overnight, it must be cooked at least 20 minutes.)

Other Ingredients --
Choose a few or add your own:
Nuts (such as walnuts, pecans, almonds)
Dried Fruit such as raisins, currants, cranberries, etc.
Fresh apple or pear, diced into small pieces
Chocolate, White or Carob chips (*hint: Use mini chocolate chips. You can add less and still have chocolate in every bite!)
Granola
Trail Mix
Or.. what's your pleasure? You can be creative.

Best if used with 1-2 days or frozen

Monday, August 25, 2008

Menu Plan Monday

Click on over to Organizing Junkie for more ideas.

Goodness sakes. Where HAVE I been? I think it's been a month since I posted my meal plans. Things are not slowing down any. And it sure does help when things are planned out.
This week is full so this will not be fancy! Hopefully I will start getting my act together...


Well, I SAID hopefully!!!



Monday: Turkey and Red Bean Soup (from health food store, hubby gets teeth pulled today)
Tuesday: Trinidad Stewed Chicken adapted for Crock Pot
Wednesday: Farmer's Yakisoba (stir fried whatever we get from the farm this week with yakisoba noodles
Thursday: Sloppy Joes using leftover Garden Burger Patties ( I know, huh? We'll see how this one goes over. I'll have to use alot of chili powder and sauce so they don't realize. And maybe mix in some beef too.)
Friday: Seven Layer Tortilla Pie
Saturday: Homemade Pizza with Whole Wheat crust
Sunday: Burger Thing at church


Sunday, August 24, 2008

Facelift: Our House


When we bought our house 7 years ago we knew it would need to be painted fairly soon. We got a slight discount in price because it had siding that was on a defect list. However, we found out that our particular siding just needed to be resprayed on the bottom of each piece to seal it. Apparently, to us "fairly soon" is a very subjective term.

It was a light blue-gray color with a darker blue trim and gutters. Out here in the country I can see why the former people chose a color that might melt into the sky. The scenery is so gorgeous that you wouldn't want a house to clutter it up too much. But it was definitely NOT us. And it was becoming kind of old and faded looking and, well, just not crisp and clean - or even warm. It just looked like it was about worn out.

For seven years it stayed two shades of blue, more and more faded, with more bare spots as time went by. Then a few years ago we added on to our house. The new part of the house was covered with siding that came already painted with primer in a tan color. The way the house is designed it didn't stick out as much as you'd think, having two different colors. But now it most certainly needed to be painted.

A couple weeks ago we were finally able to locate a painter who could do a smack up job for a great price, and now our formerly faded, tired looking house has a brand new look.. and it holds a surprise too!

Here are some pictures of the newly painted house. This will also show you some of why I haven't been around on my blog much the past month.

I took this picture to remind me of just how many paint colors we tried before we got what we were looking for. We wanted people to have to ask themselves " Is this house tan or green?". We like to keep people guessing.

With new paint on only the patchwork area and one garage door, this shot of the front gives you an idea of the former colors. What you don't see are the spots of bare wood on many parts of the trim (note adorable big brother carrying baby brother).

We finally ended up going with a custom mixed color for the main body of the house. We painted two of our architectural features a half shade lighter, as well as the areas just surrounding both front entry doors. The trim is the lightest color in the family. And we added a totally different color to the overall mix by painting the face boards just under the gutters a very dark shade of purple. In some lights it even looks black.

Here is what you see as you come up our driveway, which is actually the back of the house.
The two bumped out, kind of rounded places, are the areas where the paint is a half shade lighter.

And here, TA-DA!! is the surprise...

I am suddenly feeling a little more cheerful and a little whimsical and garden-y when I walk up to our Overtly Green door (which still has no hardware!). I told you, we like to keep people guessing!

We figure a house is kind of like a sofa. You should make sure it's conservative and that you can live with it for a long while. And a door is kind of like your pillows and room accents. Go wild if you want to. They are inexpensive and easy enough to change later, right?

I love this color of green. You can search on the internet and come up with all sorts of opinions about what green means and how it makes us feel. But this color reminds me of the newest sprouts of growth on a plant just coming back after a long winter -- refreshed. It is also the color of baby plants coming up for the first time -- new life. And it is the color of some beautiful accent plants we love to use in our hanging pots as well as our gardens, like the Sweet Potato Vine (Ipomoea) in the huge floral beauty hanging on one end of our garage.

We are really happy with all of our paint choices, even though it took us awhile. I guess all of that running back and forth between home and the paint store with little quarts of paint paid off. Hopefully soon we will find hardware for the door that we love just as much.

And with this beautiful scene to look at from our house, what's NOT to like about any shade of green?

Saturday, August 23, 2008

A Facelift


Noooo, silly. Not me.
Scared ya didn't I? I mean, if I needed a face lift at my tender age of 29 that would be some serious sun damage for a lifelong Oregonian!

AAaaanyway, any minute now you'll see that my blog has had a facelift, thanks to my friend Darcy over at Graphically Designing. Ohh, I can't wait.

It has taken quite awhile to complete this project. I don't think it is because I am especially picky so much as it is that I have no idea how web design works. I know nothing about finding artwork for blogs. I mean, I don't know where to find it, I don't know what type works for what, I don't know what designers create out of thin air and what they buy and place or tweak or , or, or -- ANYTHING!

So, while I had a vague idea of what graphics I wanted, it was merely a concept with no idea on how to go about 1) accurately conveying my ideas to someone I only know through the blogosphere and, 2) how to implement it once I had figured it out. This has stretched me and I only made it through because of Darcy's patience and her willingness to go through long periods of "I don't know", "I'm too busy right now", "I am too overwhelmed" and "I don't know what you mean". Thank you Darcy for being patient with me as I clogged up your queue. Thank you for figuring out what I mean when I say what I want in a different language than you might understand. Thanks for creating something that I find joy in looking at.

I looooove it. And I hope it is a pretty space you all enjoy visiting:)




P.S. Yes, here it is! Did I mention I love it? I still have lots to replace and some new elements to add. So keep checking out my new sidebar items in case something new pops up.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Boys, Literally. Part One "Rise and Shine"

We have five boys. One.Two..Three...Four....Five.....that's alotta boys. I know, I know. There are those of you with twenty-four kids, twenty-three of which are boys. But still. Five is alot of boys.

And I am learning that boys are literal. This means that, whether it really is what you mean and if they know full well what you mean, they are gonna do and respond to exactly what you say -- even if that is not really what you are saying.

Last year my hubby was in Europe for work and I was holding down the fort here at home.I had been noticing that, by the time chores were done and school began (we homeschool around here), it was getting later than I'd like. So we had several conversations about getting up earlier, discussing what time is reasonable,how they'd wake up and if some needed to use the new alarm clocks they received for Christmas, or if they should just use the cell phone etc.

Please do view the video below to see the brilliance of the alarm clock! Such a loving and thoughtful gift.




Then, one day, this conversation:

Mom (that's me): "Remember you guys, everyone needs to get up earlier tomorrow. I want you all up by, (I don't remember what time I said so I'll just pick the number) 7:00, okay?"

Some Boys: "Unintelligible then gasp, deep sigh, rolling eyes, defeated posture, "Okay, I Guess" "Okay, no problem. I will be up bright and early and look forward to facing a new and sunny day with you Beautiful Mother."

Other boys and One Girl (not really smiling, but open and trying to have good attitudes): "Yes Mom."

Next morning everyone was up earlier. Not necessarily exactly at the specified time, but close. And, of course, I just KNOW the first day is hardest and the next day everyone is going to be punctual. So I don't nag or make a big deal of it. We just go about our day.

Next morning Mimmy (that's one of my names for The Girl) is up at 7. And a couple boys. Baby doesn't count. I want him to sleep in a little.

Two are strangely missing.

Knowing they must be sick unto death to not show up, I go down and wake them up. They are as healthy as can be. I patiently, no, tersely, aw... who cares how I said it? tell them to come up right away. They make a bleary-eyed entrance a few minutes later, sweat pants crooked, hands smoothing down Big Bird hair as they stumble along.

Mom (me again): "Boys, why didn't you get up at 7?"

Boys in unison:"I didn't know we were supposed to be up at 7."

Mom: "What are you talking about? I told you the other day we were going to start getting up earlier."

Boy In Question One: " No, you didn't".

Mom: "WHAT????!!!"

Boy In Question Two:" You just said we needed to be up earlier the next day. We didn't know you wanted us up early again today."

Mom:"Unintelligible then gasp, deep sigh, rolling eyes, defeated posture,"You little poops. Obviously, we have been talking about this all week and obviously you weren't listening or you'd have obviously understood what I said and known I obviously meant just starting that day and continuing on. Duh. Obviously!" "Oh, okay boys. I understand now (pat on head, smile). What I really meant was to start getting up earlier that day and to continue from then on, getting up by 7 each new and glorious day with the possible exception of weekends -- but I will communicate that to you more clearly, and explain in a way you'll understand better next time. I'm sorry for not being very clear."

We've got to S-P-E-L-L it out Moms.

But, wait. I am confused. "They" say males only hear a certain percentage of what we say. So we are supposed to be succinct and not too wordy.

Don't explain enough= not understood. Explain too much= Tuned Out.

Hmmm, I think I am starting to see a plot here.

Literally.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Tents R Us

Irony.

When I was pregnant with my older kids, the maternity styles were pretty much either Tents 'R Us or Dress Like A Little Girl. I was a young, thin girl then, and had a cute figure. Really, it was a figure that would have looked good in today's maternity fashions. A figure before it's time. But, oh, how I scored some beautiful frocks. Well, I thought so at the time. It was 1989 okay? I was 8 years old.

One of my best outfits was a navy and white striped sailor top with a sailor bib and matching stretch capris, only then they were called crop pants (ya know, back in the day...when I was 8). They had brass button accents with an embossed anchor, and the top was a real maternity top. Nothing snug about it. My sister loved it and wore it for her pregnancy too. In fact, I think it was worn for at least four pregnancies between us. I think I still have it up in our attic. I'll have to check in case any of you want to borrow it.

I also had a paisley top and skirt set with purple and green on a black background. And a stretchy periwinkle swimsuit with a metal circle in between my ribs. Denim with embroidered flowers. Stretch pants in every color, many with stirrups. Oh, the vast and fashionable wardrobe in my closet. But never, ever tight. That was tacky and without taste for a woman in my condition.

I was especially thrilled to get the velvet dress pictured below. It was victorian in style and velvet with crocheted lace trim with pleats and a drop waist. You hear me? VELVET. We must have been rich. Rich I tell you. V.E.L.V.E.T. And how miraculous was it that I had shoes of the exact same color? Wearing white tights with everything was simply cutting edge. I was the picture of f-a-s-h-i-o-n. I almost forgot to mention the pearl brooch at my throat. And do you see my little belly? I had my baby 31 days later. I was not large.



Fast forward. A couple of years later. Okay. More than a couple years later. I was now 24. It was almost two years ago when I had my last baby. Styles have changed. Cute, close fitting tops and dresses are now in. Alas, I am no longer small. I needed large and it was not there for me. Tight and form fitting are not a good look for a woman of larger stature, if you know whaddi mean.

I wished I could have gone back to my Coleman Tent dresses and days of The Good Ship Lollipop. Isn't it ironic?

P.S. You can view that baby today, a grown up young man, as the feature in this post.