Showing posts with label issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label issues. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2013

Waiting

I'm nearing 39 weeks of pregnancy and the waiting game is beginning. I feel, of course, unjustifiably overdue since Sawyer was born at a convenient 37 weeks, right before I got to any point of true uncomfortableness or annoyance at my growing belly. With Sawyer, he just came before we even thought about packing for the hospital, before we started to wonder when labor would start, before strangers even considered asking when I was due (with a hint of sympathy and discomfort in their eyes).

This time around preparing for a new life to enter our family is different, mainly because we're a family of three with a little boy who I believe has NO clue what is about to hit him. We don't know the baby's gender and we don't really have a nursery ready (due to living with my parents, but it's not like a newborn needs one anyway, right?). We've tried to talk a bit about the baby coming, but if I were a betting woman, my guess would be that Sawyer will not be a fan at first. He's not one to embrace the unfamiliar and I suspect this will be no different. I'm praying that he will come to embrace his new sister or brother soon enough and not be too thrown off by the whole life-change, but who could blame him if he is? I believe it's a huge gift to give a child a sibling, but I'm definitely anticipating a bit of a bumpy road with his transition to this new way of life.


As I wait, I'm enjoying life with just the three of us. I am comforted by the last days I get to spend with my precious Sawy-boy...just us. I'm sure he'll miss our days of just the three of us, but I will too and I'm nostalgic for the three years I've had with just him. Such a concentrated (but healthy and balanced) love is something that I think you necessarily can only share with your first-born child while it's the only one. It's not that I won't love the second as much as the first, but really...I'd be kidding myself if I thought things would be the same once the baby comes or that this sweet second child will have as much 1-on-1 time as Sawyer did. It's just the reality of time and capacity. I'm trying to soak up every moment I can with him...despite not being able to  run and move around as much as I'd like with him.


As I wait, I'm preparing my body/mind/spirit for the amazing experience/responsibility of giving birth to a human being. How insane is it that a woman's body can create and sustain another person?!  Recently, I find myself looking over at Sawyer and TK and thinking, "you two will never physically experience the pain and pleasure of childbirth, and you have no idea what I am about to bear!" Carrying and delivering a baby is an awesome privilege. I had a very positive and empowering birth with Sawyer, something I give great thanks to my husband, our midwife, and our doula in helping with. It was an experience, though painful and intense, that I left knowing my body could do amazing things, and I'm hoping this time around will also be empowering. In the meantime...I'm trying to relax and reinforce in my mind that women have given birth without medicine for thousands of years and that my organs were made to embrace this coming pain and to deliver a precious life into the world. I've been trying to surround myself with positive reinforcement (some shown here) that says I can do it and that labor is not something to fear.


As I wait, I'm hopeful for the changes we'll embrace once this new life enters ours. Before I had a Sawyer, it was hard for me to imagine loving a baby right away or even grasp how that love would "happen." I know it's a common feeling, but now I can't imagine loving another child as much as I love my little boy. I've been told it's not "dividing" your love but that your love multiplies with each child...and I believe the wise people who claim this. Just like an overwhelming love came naturally for my first, I'm confident that that same love will pour into me when this sweet baby is delivered and that nature will take it's course. Despite my confusion on how you can love another child as much as your first, I am excited to snuggle up with a tiny little one, breathing in that fresh new-baby smell. It's an miracle to watch a person grow from being a newborn into a talking, thinking, and self-directed person, and it's a responsibility I don't take lightly. What an honor it will be to care for, sustain, and guide this new person in his or her life! Alright kiddo...make an entrance soon please!


Monday, February 11, 2013

Well Done Postal Service

I'm typically not a fan of the US Postal Service and have had countless negative experiences with postal workers that basically seem pretty pissed-off that they have a job that requires an ounce of human interaction. I have however encountered a handful of postal workers who have been an absolute delight to work with and who have gone out of their way to bring service with a smile, namely a certain delivery man in the 60625 zip code and the wonderful clerk in 14720.

Well, they've given me a new reason to like them, and it's their newest "forever" stamp. Look how awesome it is...just take it all in.

Abraham Lincoln started 1863 off right and signed the Emancipation Proclamation, declaring all slaves in the United States to be free and the 2013 stamp commemorates the 150th anniversary of its signing and emphasizes its powerful statement on a design similar in style to the broadsides from the Civil War era. It is part of a civil rights set being issued in 2013 and I've already gone out an bought up a bunch.

If I could just use this stamp for the rest of my life, I'd be a happy citizen that would probably be inspired to mail actual letters again. "Henceforward," you can expect these beauties to adorn the front of my envelopes!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Time for Cheesy Potatoes

I'm having one of those Januarys. One where it's nasty outside and you can't think of anything fun to do. One where you sort of just want to hibernate like other sane mammals and just wake up in the Spring. Seriously, most days I feel like I've been bored out of my mind or motivated to do nothing but feel sorry anyone who's with me in this miserable, cold weather.

That's when it's time for cheesy potatoes. We had a potluck at church this weekend, so I figured it was a good time to bring out the big guns. There are many things I love about my church, but one of them is that we know how to throw a potluck. We're a pretty young demographic, so sometimes the traditional sides aren't plentiful...which is why I "take it upon myself" to make the most conventional, classic potluck offering of all time! This recipe is from my dearest mother-in-law who is a potluck goddess to be sure. I realize this picture maybe looks less than appetizing, but I promise every bite is a dream come true.

Here's the recipe for those who need a potluck dish, or a January pick-me-up. I scooped out a serving for myself before the meal so that I could be sure to get some...and so I could bring some cheese-filled goodness to my cold, lame winter.

Ingredients

  • 2 lbs cubed frozen hashbrowns
  • 1 can cream of celery soup
  • 1 can cream of chicken or potato soup
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp pepper
  • 1/4 cup margarine
  • 10 oz shredded cheddar cheese

Preparation

1. Mix all ingredients putting potatoes in last. Place in 9x13 inch dish. Crush 1 pkg Ritz crackers and mix with 6 tbsp melted margarine. Put this mixture on top of potatoes for the last 20 minutes.
2. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Missing: Quilter

Remember when I used to post about quilting? I was quilting it up all the time. Now for some reason I avoid my sewing machine like it's the plague. Pathetic.

It's not that I don't have the time either. My sweet baby boy has slept through the night from 7pm till the morning since he was a wee lad of four months old, so I can't blame the kiddo. Maybe I'm lazy. Maybe I'm uninspired. Maybe I've got no money for fabric.

The thing is (and I've admitted it before) that I don't enjoy the actually quilting process...so quilt tops sit in my closet, nicely folded and collecting dust. It's a sad existence for a quilt...unfinished potential.

I need to make a pact with myself that I'll get back in touch with my sewing machine. It never did me any wrong, so why do I ignore it like I do?

Saturday, December 25, 2010

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Earth Lover

Sawyer and I took a lovely walk today for some outdoor enjoyment in honor of Earth Day. I also bought some tulips I can hopefully keep alive, and I made this onesie for my future Earth lover.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Tolerable

I found a bouncer seat that was unoffensive to me on all fronts and snagged it up while supplies lasted from Target. There are so many that are too much of an eye sore for me to handle, but there are also a few that are very cool, modern types that are just too expensive or over-the-top simple/boring. Mark my words: baby paraphernalia will not dominate my life...or living room for that matter.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

All Grown Up

It is my experience that the modern world is majorly lacking in official rites of passage. As a twenty-something, I find myself constantly questioning whether I'm really an adult or when it was - if yet - that I "grew up." Am I "legit" when I am done with college? When I have a job? If I get married? When I buy a car? If I have my own apartment? When I contribute to society? When I find out what I want to "be?" Maybe people have always felt this way throughout the centuries, but I think it's safe to assume most modern-day young adults don't quite know where they fit into the landscape of "adulthood" and where it started.

At long last, I might be one step closer to feeling a little more grown up. We bought a new couch that screams sophistication. Nothing says, "I'm responsible and have a job and can pay my bills," like a grown up couch ordered from a store and delivered to your house. Just look at this beauty. Modern design. Tweed upholstery. Clean lines. Perfect.

Until a few weeks ago, I had an old set of couches for almost 6 years that had an imaginary sign on them that read "bachelor pad." Now rid of them, I can face the coming challenges and responsibilities that are sure to come in life knowing that at least we have the couch of our dreams.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Team Orange

Of all the colors in the rainbow, I think orange seems to have developed a cult following somewhere along the line. Sure, most people have a favorite color, and those choices span the spectrum. Orange lovers, however, are a different breed entirely. Their interest, passion, and eye for all things orange truly is like none other. In my short life I've come across several of these orange fiends, as I'm sure you have. Maybe you are one of them. If so, welcome, and read on my orange-loving visitor, this place is safe for you.

While orange has never held yours truly in it's fierce grip, I'm becoming more and more appreciative of this happy hue. It's bright. It's beautiful. It's alive. I won't say I'm enamored, but I will say I'm intrigued.

I bought a hefty stack of orange and pink fat quarters this fall and had been eying them in my stash for quiet some time, not knowing exactly what to make. I decided on a crib quilt/wall hanging which will be up for sale at a little craft boutique that is fast approaching on my calendar next week. It was hard to get a straight on shot of it inside my humble abode, but I promise it is squared up and straight. Here it is in all it's simple, orange-y goodness:

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Sweet Victory

"Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat..."

Pumpkin Cheesecake Success

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Pumpkin + Cheesecake

I wouldn't call myself a big pumpkin fan, but every Thanksgiving I start to yearn for a slice of pumpkin pie, with ample whipped cream. Something about pumpkin creeps me out a little. Maybe it's its close connection in my mind to squash or any other gourd. Their textures are a little too much for me to handle, but pureed pumpkin... I can handle it once or twice a year in the Fall. Don't you think it seems a little sacrilegious or un-American to harbor any negative feelings toward pumpkin? I'm working on finding other recipes that use it to a lesser extent.

For the last few years I've become a pretty big fan of cheesecake and over the last year I've tested my baking skills by making a few. It really feels like an accomplishment to successfully bake a cheese cake. Call me crazy, but there is something empowering about a crack-free cake slipping out of its springform pan that just makes one feel capable.

When I saw this recipe for Pumpkin Cheesecake, my heart went pitter patter. I tested it out last night to bring into my office, and...well...something (or several things) went terribly wrong, so today I have no cheesecake to share with my coworkers. Like I said, I've made cheesecakes before and they were success stories. I think several things went wrong. I think I over-whipped the batter. I think I opened the hot oven once or twice and shouldn't have. I think I shouldn't have set it in a water bath while baking, even though that is a standard cheesecake procedure (I think that the pumpkin puree provides enough moisutre?). I think my springform pan malfunctioned. In the end, I had a gooey cheesecake that had a wet crust and a center that was barely cooked. Two and a half hours of loving work, down the drain. Look at this disaster:

What a mess. I vow that this ruin will not be the end of my cheesecake baking aspirations. I shall try again and overcome. I've baked them before and will bake them once more! I plan on making it again tomorrow for my lovely family to be devoured as one of this Thursday's many desserts, this time altering a few of the pitfalls I ran into last night. Justice will prevail and I will not concede defeat to this monster. Mark my words, after I eat my turkey on Thursday, I will bite into a delicious piece of pumpkin cheesecake, put a feather in my cap, sit back, and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Don't Forget...

I think it is a serious privilege and honor to cast our votes this fall. I just got back from an early voting polling place in my fair city of Chicago. I hope you American readers will all do the same, helping to determine the path you feel best for your own lives, our country, and this world. I'll be waiting with baited breath to see how this whirlwind of an election season turns out... my hopes are high.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Finding Faith, Losing Faith

My dear sister has had her first book (which she co-authored with Scot McKnight) published! This is just another notch on my long pride list I have regarding her many accomplishments and capabilities.

Hauna worked very hard compiling the first-hand accounts and interviews that fill her section of this wonderful book, as well as researching and developing a conversion theory/pattern. I had the good fortune of living with her this summer and fall while she burned the midnight oil writing, editing, and rewriting until everything was just right.

It is a compelling look at the why and how of those who are faithful turning from what they had once believed or practiced and walking instead toward something new, whether that be Evangelicalism, Catholicism, Judaism, or Atheism. It is written in approachable and understandable language, avoiding religious jargon or anything too high-brow. I recommend that you order your copy today!

Learn more about Finding Faith, Losing Faith: Stories of Conversion and Apostasy and support my sister who will one day be a most renowned writer and theologian. Someday I'm sure the academy will claim her as their own, but for now I know that she's mine!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

CSA Week 5 and 7 | Whole Fryer

Over the past few weeks we've received our third and fourth boxes of CSA produce as well as our first installment of our meat share. I've never had a refrigerator full of vegetables. Then again, I've never had a full refrigerator, but that's another story for another time. We've been eating a lot more salads these days and I've become a little more familiar with vegetables which were once unknown to me. Kohlrabi, cabbage, radishes, garlic scapes, and kale, are now somewhat a regular part of our dinner options. This past week we also received our first batch of carrots... don't they look crunchy?

In our meet share this month, we and the Daigles divided our delivery of two (whole) mini chickens, some beef steaks, pork shoulder, beef patties, and a dozen eggs. A few nights ago, TK and I decided to grill up our whole fryer which is, essentially, a chicken that is butchered around eight weeks old. Look how cute it is!

Well, not for long. In our attempt to cut up our bird, we realized early on that we had no clue what the heck we were doing. Our inexperience with meat - an entire body of meat, complete with bones, skin, and other things I don't even have the first clue about - was evident and humbling. I mean, I've prepared a Thanksgiving turkey a time or two, but this, for some reason was a new experience. One doesn't need to ponder the composition of a chicken's body or meat content when they buy boneless, skinless chicken breast from the store, packaged and ready to cook.

We commandeered what meat we could from this baby, doused it in some wing sauce, and put it on the grill. Served up with a salad made of mostly CSA veggies, we tasted - for the first time I can recall - chicken from a local farm, completely free range and unprocessed. I was wary of and didn't want to convince myself that the meat would taste better, just because I had been told and had read that it was supposed to. But chickens who live in open space, and are not fed garbage, or aren't "abused" - essentially "happy" chickens - must taste better, right?

RIGHT! It was scrumptious! This bird honestly tasted different from other chicken I've tasted before...more meatier, if you can imagine, more substance. We did feel a little like scavengers, pulling every last morsel off the bones after having cluelessly quartered it. Hopefully our next installment will include a larger chicken with more breast meat so that we can feast for a little longer. For now though, I am thankful for the meal this little whole fryer provided us.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I Highly Doubt It

I have serious doubts that every egg dreams of becoming a McDonald's breakfast sandwich. I mean, I'll have an Egg McMuffin from time to time, but this is borderline insulting to the egg-eating public (and to unfertilized eggs), don't you think?

Friday, June 27, 2008

CSA Week 3 | Beets in the Big City

Check out Amy's post on the second installment of food from our CSA. I have yet to try our turnips and beets, but will attempt them next week.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

CSA Week 1 - Spring Means Greens

This summer and fall our church is partnering with a local farm in their CSA (Community Sustainable Agriculture) program through ResCov's Just Food mission. TK and I bought into a share of vegetables and a share of meat (beef, pork, chicken, and eggs) with Amy and Andrew, and we'll be receiving veggies and meat from Mike and Clare's Farm from June through October. We've been thinking a lot about our food lately...where it comes from, who is making it, what it actually is. I've never been one to get excited about organic food or farmer's markets in general, but the more I learn, the more eating locally is making sense to me (not that I can live with out limes, mangoes, etc.).

Inside this week's box we received spinach, lettuce, radishes, baby kale, arugula, green garlic, and mizuna. In our newsletter from the farm, Mike and Clare wrote that cool weather and soil temperatures favor leafy vegetables, and that over the next month or so, our boxes will contain a lot of greens like spinach and lettuces. They also said that greens have a short season and that as soon as the hot summer temperatures come, we'll have to wait until autumn for these types of greens to return. I think that it will be exciting to know what's in season and eat what the land is producing according to the temperature, sun, soil, etc. I also think it will be telling for us to learn to differentiate between what vegetables are what, without the help of plastic packaging to aid us in the identification of what we're eating.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

It's Official...

It is with much sadness that I've been forced to give up my New York State Driver's License. This morning I took Illinois' written test and was handed my new license after passing. It's not so much that I had to get a new license, or change my name, or get Illinois' new and horribly designed card...it's that I had to hand over my beloved NY ID, never to see it again. I knew it would be seized once I passed the test, but I was hoping that somehow they would forget and I could keep it as a memento of the past me. C'est la vie...at least now I am officially registered to vote in the land of Lincoln.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Jimmy John's ...no me gusta!

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Jimmy John's is not the place for me. I'm not one to use this blog to go on a pessimistic rant, but I'll make this one exception. A couple of weeks ago, a Jimmy John's restaurant opened across from North Park, next to the Starbucks. I wasn't pumped about its opening because 1. their subs are below average and 2. I wanted a Potbelly or Chipotle to open up instead.

The fact that almost anyone could go to their local grocery store, buy an Italian bun, iceberg lettuce, and sandwich toppings and get an end result as good or better than their subs is only one of my annoyances with this establishment. Another would be the atmosphere of encouraged obnoxiousness found on their signage and in their employees. I've never been a fan of too many antics to try and force a customer to "have fun" in any business.

I'll take a Southwest flight, but I don't want to play any games with the flight attendants while we scramble for plane seats. I'll go to Cold Stone, but I'd rather not leave a tip, lest the entire staff breaks into a song for the tipper. I refrain from ordering a shake at Potbelly because it often results in a screaming match between employees to make sure the shake is being made...size, flavor, you name it, they'll scream it. Call me crazy but I just like to get my food and get out.

The other day I thought I would give Jimmy John's one last fighting chance, and - I kid you not - I walked into a nightmare of all my pet peeves realized. The door hadn't even closed behind me before about 10+ workers (squished behind a small counter) all gave me a big hearty hello all at once and then continued to say "welcome," "hi," "how are ya," "hola," in extremely random and intolerable silliness. With what I'm sure was a look of confusion on my face, I proceeded toward to counter, to read over the menu and see what I wanted. At this point, the man who must have been the manager literally came from behind the counter to stand beside me doing a song and dance the entire way up. He ended with extended jazz hands and a request for my order. I said I wasn't ready yet, could I look at the menu? "Want to tell me and then I'll tell her!?," (referring to the girl at the register) he asked with bubbling excitement. WHAT!?!?! Then he told me that I should get a #12. When I decided I wanted a #4, the girl asked if I wanted cheese for an extra charge. A $1.20 extra charge. I told them I'd just go somewhere else.

You'd think they would have turned off the antics when I wasn't responsive to their attempts in the beginning. Maybe they are just supposed to be weird. It's just so not my style. What I want to know is 1. do people actually like Jimmy John's food and, more importantly, 2. do people really enjoy the strange mix of customer service on steroids and "fun" in the workplace when you're just trying to get a meal? It just seems a little ridiculous to me - maybe I'm just super boring.

Monday, November 19, 2007

The Invisible Sex | Summer Reading 5

Several months ago I finished The Invisible Sex: Uncovering the True Role of Women in Prehistory by J.M. Adovasio, Jake Page, and Olga Soffer, one of the books in my self-assigned, still-being-posted-about 2007 Summer Reading Program. I've been interested in archaeology and prehistory since I was a little girl. A few years ago I volunteered as part of an excavation in Mexico through UCLA and learned a lot about finding and studying artifacts of the past. While that hardly qualifies me to have too many opinions on the subject, when I heard about this book I was very intrigued.

The authors argue that prehistoric women were "pivotal in a wide range of culture-building endeavors, including the invention of language, the origins of agriculture and the conceptualization of boat building." Essentially, the book tries to deconstruct popular opinions regarding the evolutionary impact of different genders on the final product of the human race... ideas which have been assumed by archaeologists and laymen alike with little scientific verification. It is true that many who study the past have presented images of muscle-bound early man, singlehandedly warding off mammoths and sitting around chipping spear heads in his spare time. While the best known hominid "Lucy" is indeed female, museum dioramas, textbook pictures, and popular movies and literature often show examples of cavemen.

Stone is more durable than woven fabric, food, baskets, and other soft goods. Traditional tools and resources of prehistoric females decompose and are therefore harder for archaeologists to acquire, let alone analyze. While prehistoric artifacts in the way of textiles are few and far between, the authors do make a point of insisting that the preserved evidence that does exist can not necessarily be associated with prehistoric males. They also note that the large masses of mammoth bones found throughout eastern Europe and the United States indicate that they seem to have died naturally, rather than being brought to extinction by human hunters. They argue that if ancient humans killed mammoths, it was a rare occurrence that would have involved all abled members of a community - men, women, and children. Rather, excavations suggest that people mostly lived on smaller rabbit-sized mammals occasionally, and foraged vegetation most often.

Now, I know I am not an expert by any means, but the authors (2 males, 1 female) though highly credentialed seem to present some pretty sweeping conclusions and new assumptions based on their strong reaction against the biases of what has for so long been a male dominated field. Of the book, one reviewer wrote, "The trail of inference that leads from fossil fragments to conclusions about sex, gender and social structure has more in common with the Da Vinci code than with scientific method."

I think that the authors are right in their assertion that because males have dominated the study of prehistory for so long, that those scholars will come at it from a male-centric perspective. While biases need to be limited, however, I don't think that female historians, on the other hand, approach any given subject through a purely asexual lens. I'm not saying I think it's right, I'm just saying I think it's true.

I don't know if the "discovery" that women were instrumental in the creation of culture, society, and language, should be all that ground-breaking. One would think that both male and female had something to do with getting us to our modern state of civilization and development. Plus, keeping humankind alive through food and cloth production, encouraging the necessity of language/family dependence, and promoting the use of other technological innovations isn't exactly an insult to the female sex. Regardless of the snide feminist comments sprinkled throughout and a few sweeping inferences that hindered some of the book's credibility, it worth reading, if only for further exposure to the subject.