The Graduate is . . . HOPE!
So for our Mother’s Day celebration we met all the kids at Kilkenny’s for dinner. Yeah, one of my favorite restaurants, and since I didn’t want to clean and cook and no one else did either, perfect idea!
While we were there, I decided we should play Happy Mama Memories. You know, where the kids are supposed to remember really sweet things I did for them as kids?
- The Halloween costumes I created for them, sewing late into the night.
- The time I saved Brad’s life by realizing he had appendicitis and rushing him (by myself!) to the hospital in Tulsa.
- The time I insisted we take Matt to a plastic surgeon rather than let the doc in our Small Town World stitch up his lip with a fish hook and baling twine. (Okay, slight exaggeration, but you get my drift. 🙂 )
Did that happen? Uh . . . nope.
My kids took it a step farther, as usual, and played Mom’s Most Embarrassing Moments, blow by blow.
- Such as the time the neighborhood crazy woman decided she wanted to whack me with a shovel, and I walked myself out where she stood (with her big-mama shovel) and said go for it.
- And the time I went nose to nose with one of my kids assistant soccer coach who didn’t go to any of the practices, but thought he should yell louder than the real coach and tell the kids what to do (even though they had no idea what he was talking about because he wasn’t at the practices.)
Coach Wannabe: “Just because I can’t make the practices, does that mean I can’t be part of the team?”
Mean Mommy Susan: “Yes!”
Coach Wannabe putting on a big whine: “Well, that’s not fair.”
Our party took a good hitch after that. #1 DIL told us when she started feeling loved by the family–When she told us she’d spewed all over my bathroom, and I answered, “No problem.”
I LIKED that one. 🙂
Okay, nobody ever will offered me the Mother of the Year Award, but I love the stuffings out of my babies, which surprised me and my mother. (I was so not a little girl who liked dolls!)
And I love the stuffings out of them and their wives now, even though they know where all the bodies are buried. (And don’t mind talking about it.)
How was your week?
Mine was busy, busy, busy!
I was at the conference last weekend, which means doing this week what didn’t get done last weekend. You know, all those pesky little things like laundry. And watering and feeding, etc.
And I’ve been trying to write twenty hours a week, because Jodi Thomas promises that if you’ll write twenty hours a week, you’ll be a NYT best selling author. I’d love to put her to the test! (I’ll let you know if I work up to 20/week.)
And we had a shower for Niece Ashley, who’ll be having a baby girl sometime in June to go with her two foster/soon-to-be adopted daughters. (A household full of girls? Who’s ever heard the like?)
Since I’m not Sister Debbie, the super hospitable sister, I’ve not had a hand in many showers. I had a hard time figuring how many to plan for and how much food to make for that many. Here’s the prob: How many tea sammies will the average shower attendee consume? And how much stuff do I need to buy to make that many sammies? (Oh, the stress!)
Next time, I’ll use my number for RSVPs so I can be sure I’m stressed to THE MAX! (And I’ll try to remember how many sammies each recipe makes.) AND I’ll start planning my part of the food before the day prior to the party.
Yikes. That might have been my last shower.
And of course, we had Mother’s Day. Don’t you love get togethers when you don’t have to clean or cook? I do! And I love getting presents. (Yes! I cleaned up!!!)
I got a garden gift card (yay!) and a gorgeous necklace that echoes my heart (yay! yay!) AND a garden scooter. (When it gets here.) 🙂 I’m telling you, my kids know me.
We played a game I called, “Happy Mama Memories,” but it turned into “Let’s Embarrass Mama.” So much fun! (rolling my eyes.)
I made my kids happy by NOT taking my camera. So no pictures, but we had a ball.
More shower pics:
I saw this BC cartoon on Facebook yesterday, and it struck a chord with me. I’ve often wondered why we call it good.
But what else could you call it?
“The Day Jesus died for me, the sun went dark, the earth shook, the dead walked and the heavy, thick veil to the Holy of Holies tore from top to bottom?” (Matthew 27:51-54.)
Oh, yeah. I think “Good” works.
Ever wonder who St. Patrick was and why we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? I thought he was the saint who drove all the snakes out of Ireland with a shamrock.
I was wrong. (Imagine that! LOL.)
Patrick was born a Roman Citizen in Britain 1600 years ago (give or take.) He was kidnapped and taken to Ireland where he was a slave for six years. He turned to Christ during that time, escaped and later went back to Ireland as a missionary. (Now that’s Christian love!)
Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, which is the reason why shamrocks are part of St. Paddy’s Day.
St. Patrick DID NOT drive all the snakes from Ireland. (Gasp!) There are no fossil records of there ever being snakes in Ireland. (Sounds like a great place, doesn’t it?) He did, however, drive paganism from her beautiful green shores.
So why do we celebrate St. Patrick’s day on March 17th? Because it was his birthday? The day he was kidnapped? The day he escaped? The day he became a Christian?
It’s the day he died. We’re celebrating his death day. (Who knew?)
I’ve never celebrated St. Paddy’s day in a big way. I wore green if I had it and pinched anyone who didn’t, but that’s about it. I’ve found, though, that I have a few very distant relatives who came from Ireland. One, apparently, by way of Scotland.
And with a name like Shay (at one time in the distant past, it was O’Shea) G-Man and our kiddos have a wee bit of Irish blood in them. At least one of my children makes a big deal of the holiday and has learned to cook corned beef and cabbage and a delicious soda bread.
I gave you a recipe from the Barefoot Contessa for CB and Cabbage on St. Paddy’s Day last year.
I doubt if I’ll be making any Irish meals today, unless Susan/Reuben Sandwiches are Irish. After all, most have corned beef on them, so they could be considered Irish, couldn’t they? (Truthfully, the only thing my sammies have in common with a Reuben Sandwich is the rye bread, sauerkraut and the fact that it’s a hot sandwich. But they’re good and not gristly.
Here’s how I make them–
- rye bread
- hot pepper cheese
- peppered turkey pastrami
I make the sandwiches by layering in this order–bread, cheese, pastrami, kraut, pastrami, cheese, bread. Lightly butter the outside of the sandwich and toast in a hot cast iron skillet until the cheese is melted and the bread crisp.
I tried making it in my new Panini maker, but it just melted the cheese from here to T-Town and the bread barely toasted, so it’s back to the old black skillet. 🙂
So, back to Paddy’s Day–will you celebrate?
So . . . Valentine’s Day. Happy, happy!
Do you celebrate the day?
G-Man and I are sometimers. Sometimes we do, sometimes . . . meh. Last year, G-Man did a swell job for V Day. (Yeah, I picked it out, but he was there. That’s what counts, right?)
This year, though, I’m afraid the day just might slip past without much notice. And that’s fine. I’d much rather be with someone who loves me every day and lives it than be with someone who tries to make up for the year on one appointed day.
So how about you? Are you a carder? A gifter? Or is your idea of the perfect Valentine’s Day fixing a big-deal-meal to share with the one you love?
How do you celebrate?