tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710090060637846192024-03-13T12:02:17.568-04:00Life ¤ Love ¤ Laughter ¤ LindsReflections, anecdotes, and musings
on life from woman, mother, wifeLindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15391197938642056545noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-39682728175689584312019-01-08T13:15:00.001-05:002019-01-08T13:15:55.777-05:00Banana Chocolate Chia Loaf - Experimental BakingJustin (my supposedly not picky child) has been striking when it comes to breakfast. With the Christmas holidays, I let it slide as we often seemed to graze or do more of a brunch. With back to school and the attempt to get back into a routine, it bothers me that he'll choose to leave the house at 7:30am on an empty stomach (and yet... I totally get it! Breakfast early is a hard one for me as well.) Instead of the drama, I've been adding an extra piece of fruit to his lunch bag... and know that the school office supplies breakfast as well to anyone that would like it, that the first break is fairly early and he's not going to starve, and that as a mother I'm not a failure because there are plenty of food options in the house. However... breakfast... it's the most important meal of the day, right!?! <br />
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I asked him yesterday if he would like me to bake something - banana muffins, lemon poppyseed loaf, etc. to tempt his taste buds. To him, baked goods are a treat, but with little changes I can up the protein, blend in some extra fruit, and cut back on the refined sugar without compromising the taste. I can also feel better about the breakfast battle. Our discussion led to the decision that I'd make a chocolate banana loaf.... and it just came out of the oven... and I may have had two small slices for lunch. (And they may have been delicious!)</div>
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Unfortunately, I don't have a recipe to share, because lately, I've been baking on instinct and prayers. A bit of this, a bit of that, cross-reference a classic recipe if needed. This Banana Chocolate Chia Loaf will never be reproduced in the exact same manner, but I've had the remarkable luck of each of my dump in the oven and hope for the best endeavours so I'm sure the next one will be just as tasty.</div>
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This hug-on-a-plate started with a few pouches of <a href="https://chiamigos.com/" target="_blank">ChiAmigos</a> (in two different flavours because I didn't read the packages - whoops.) I added a few teaspoons of PC Organic Chia Seeds. These were all blended together with three bananas, a cup of flour, a little snack pack of applesauce (it was in Justin's stocking from the extended family...), some salt, baking soda, baking powder, a good amount of cocoa, less than a quarter cup of oil, some water, a splash of milk, and a quarter cup of granulated sugar.<br />
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I used my KitchenAid mixer (best tool in my kitchen!) to blend it all together and then dipped a finger in to taste test. I found it was missing a little something and didn't have the rich chocolaty flavour I had hoped for, nor quite the right amount of sweetness. I added more cocoa and drizzled in some maple syrup. The finger dip taste test passed muster this time. Baked for 45 minutes and it came out as perfect as you see in the image above. </div>
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It has a deep chocolate flavour that's not overwhelmed with banana - it's not overly sweet on the palate at all. I think beets or zucchini would work well in a similar concoction for an added veggie boost and it would be simple to use eggs, milk or no milk, oil or applesauce, maple syrup or sugar, or whatever you have kicking around. It should just have a mix of essential ingredients and be the right consistency going into the pan (slightly softer batter for a cake, a bit heavier for a denser loaf.) The only thing I feel like mine was missing was an extra banana (I only had 3 and they weren't extra ripe) and some walnuts across the top would have been perfect! You could even add in chocolate chips if that's the way you like it.<br />
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Women were extraordinary through the Great War and the lives they built afterwards were inspiring, as reflected in this work. The determination to keep on - pull up the bootstraps and rely on each other, the resilience of families (as built by blood and by choice), and the hardships faced were unimaginable, but Kingston did well in painting this picture as a complete and colourful portrait of triumph in a rapidly changing landscape.<br />
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My youngest son is not picky, with the exception of pizza, hot dogs, and breads (unless it's a bakery loaf.) He loves new restaurants, enjoys picking out new recipes ("Mom, we should try this one!"), and will usually eat any home cooked meal he's served. His faves include potatoes in any form, butter chicken (but not the way I make it), and rice and peas. (Grandpa's are still his favourite.)</div>
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The last few weeks he's been asking for burritos...<i> but not at-home burritos</i> - fast food burritos. The closest burrito bar is about 25 minutes from us. Considering it's the last official day of winter break... and that I have to pick up Kaleb's skis from the pro-shop across the street from a Mucho Burrito, we decided to have a lunch date today and finally get our burritos..</div>
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That is my priority. I have a million other stops to attempt, and I know running a full day of errands means he'll most likely get on my nerves. (Honestly, we haven't left yet and I've already spent most of my vocal time encouraging him to stop. Stop what? Well... everything.) But lunch today is more than just a burrito. </div>
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It will be a phones down, one-on-one pause in our busyness. It's recognizing that the days are long, but the years are short... and one day, I'll be fighting for his attention. It's reminding him that he's a person of importance in my life. It's a chance to laugh, dig into what's on his mind, and make memories together. It's solidifying that presence is important, family matters, and that relationships take intentional nurturing - even if it's just over fast-food burritos.</div>
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Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-11548990810384365922019-01-03T15:55:00.003-05:002019-01-03T15:55:32.479-05:00Book Review: The Happiness Project by Pippa James<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have you ever noticed that women need each other, but especially mothers need someone on their team? Have you noticed that sometimes other moms can be just horrible in their judgement and criticism? Have you ever felt convinced you were messing up your kids irreparably? Wondered if you're slowly poisoning them because they won't eat a darn vegetable despite your best efforts? Wanted to crash on your best friend's couch in yoga pants with tears because it seems like you do everything at home, and at work, and at school? If you can relate to any of those questions... you'll relate to my latest read. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The storyline meandered nicely. It wasn't too slow, it wasn't too fast - just a nice walk through their lives, culminating happily (which I will admit made me want to go join a fun run.) A great fictional reminder - at times humorous, often heartfelt - that as women and mothers we need to find our tribes and back them up. It was a pleasant read, but may have been more gripping if I had read Pippa's <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Will-Survive-comedy-surviving-parenting/dp/1786815745/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1546548636&sr=8-1&keywords=i+will+survive+pippa+james" target="_blank">"I Will Survive"</a> first. However, it definitely can be read as a stand-alone novel - easy enough to figure out. </span></div>
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I'm not big on resolutions (mostly because I am acutely aware that my staying power is laughable - good intentions and all that.) However, I feel like I am in a constant state of assessment - what can I drop? Where can I improve? Why did I do that? As this year comes to a close, I'm not sure I actually changed much at all over the last twelve months. I know in some ways I've matured (impressive at 37 years of age!) I know I've also found myself frustrated. I've been craving change. I've been dreaming. I wonder about the next ten years. I've tried to make small changes to improve things that I have control of. Some days I've completely lost control of everything... hello, out of control spiral!</div>
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<br />In the next year, without making actual resolution declarations, these are the reflections I'd like to embrace.<br /><br /><ul>
<li><b>Simplify. </b> Life, home, habits. Just stop overthinking, overdoing, and indulging in over-consumerism. </li>
<li><b>Find myself. </b>I really can't stand that phrase, but I need to get back to being me, without apology - take me or leave me and no, I don't care what your opinion of me is. (Except that I do, and it will wake me in the wee hours of the night while I agonize over every inflection, look, response, or perceived slight, insult, or judgment. This is hard on a girl's self-esteem and peace of mind, so yes, I would really like to find what makes me "me" and rock it like a pair of perfectly-fitted jeans.)</li>
<li><b>Move past the mistakes. </b>We all make them. We're all human. See the point above. At some point, you've just got to move on - learn from it and let it go. </li>
<li><b>Care for my body.</b> We've got one shot here and with Type 1, it seems like all I think about is carbs, meds, and math. (I shudder at that math.) That being said, we can all use a bit more movement, a bit more mental clarity, more veggies, and lots of water!</li>
<li><b>Just say no</b>. I mean... it's hard to say yes to the important things when you've said yes to everything else. Enough with being everything to everyone and feeling like I carry the weight (and success) of the world (or a program) on my shoulders only. I'll need to keep reminding myself of this one because honestly, I forget. A lot!</li>
<li><b>Find my tribe. </b> I'm just full of cliches in this list. People can drag you down or build you up. Better to find the ones who will sharpen, challenge, and care. You'll know them. You'll click. And then... actually make more plans to spend time and stay connected.</li>
<li><b>Be present.</b> Stop worrying about the to-do lists, the places you need to be, and the never-ending mundane bits of an active family life. Stop and smell the darn roses. Be in the pictures. Read the book (without feeling guilty.) Drink the coffee or the tea. Eat lunch by yourself. Cuddle on the couch. Fold the laundry together. Listen to the endless chatter (and absorb it - one day they won't be rambling non-stop in the back seat.) Make jokes. Bake cookies. Do the fun things.</li>
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I want to be more organized, more active, more smiley, more engaged, more productive - but ultimately, I want those I love and care for to know they're loved and cared for, I want my self-care to be a priority, and I want to remember to practice the pause. Here's hoping that 2019 is just a step in the right direction! </div>
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Happy new year, dear friends - may you find happiness in your journey, hope in the unsettled moments, love to warm your hearts, and joy in each new day!</div>
Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-52724827736160874382018-12-31T17:46:00.004-05:002018-12-31T17:51:22.225-05:00Book Review: One Last Summer - Victoria Connelly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I've finished up another new NetGalley title that perhaps captured me enough that I was grateful for yet another morning to sleep in. It's just so hard to put a good book down when you're cosy in bed and the novel is gripping. The night light features of my tablet mean I can read all night long without being a disturbance. As much as I love a real book, there are definite bonuses to e-books.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://victoriaconnelly.com/" target="_blank">Victoria Connelly</a> is an author I just discovered through this NetGalley request and I'll be adding additional copies of her titles to my to-be-read shelf. While reading <b><i>One Last Summer </i></b>I laughed, I cried, and I wanted to call each and every one of my friends who has ever meant the world to me and to also live life to the fullest as if tomorrow were an unexpected gift. <br /><br />It was a moving tale with flawed characters (man, I wanted to smack those girls sometimes) which made them feel very real. The prose was descriptive and I felt like I too was vacationing alongside friends of the heart, experiencing their pain, their frustration, their happiness, their sorrow, the complexities of daily life, and the heartache of knowing you're about to lose someone near and dear, but are powerless to stop it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Clean and evocative - a plus for fellow readers who are selective in their choices - no sex scenes, no swearing. It was however packed full of feeling and the intricacies of friendship. Highly recommend!</span><br />
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Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-49746343938989045222018-12-30T18:13:00.002-05:002018-12-30T18:18:01.217-05:00Book Review: Who I Am With You - Robin Lee Hatcher<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A few days ago, I looked at all the books on my bookshelf that have not been read, and then I opened my Google Books app, followed by my Kobo app, followed by my Amazon app, and thought, as I browsed the hundreds of unread titles available to me, that I just didn't have anything to read.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For a non-reader, I'm sure this sounds absurd - hundreds of titles, but nothing to read? How can that be? It's much like a woman with a walk-in closet full of amazing clothes and shoes who just can't find the right outfit. Or my kids after we've done groceries and have a fridge full of food who can't quite find something to eat.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So I joined NetGalley as an attempt to prevent any droughts in my reading choices. I requested a fine number of books, and much to my surprise was awarded the privilege of reading more than I expected within the first 24 hours. Now I feel pressure... must read the books. Must do them justice.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" src="https://read.amazon.ca/kp/card?asin=B07BB5VC21&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_wcvkCb1EZTXQ8" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The first title I chose to read was Robin Lee Hatcher's novel, <i style="font-weight: bold;">Who I Am With You, </i>the first title in the Legacy of Faith series, published December 11, 2018. It's a brand-spankin'-new title. I'm glad I put it on the list.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">For those not familiar with <a href="https://robinleehatcher.com/" target="_blank">Ms. Hatcher,</a> she is a best-selling, award-winning author of over 75 books, well known for her Christian fiction and winner of the much coveted RITA award. In other words, the lady has talent.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I will preface <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2645038737" target="_blank">the review I left on Goodreads</a> (copied below) by mentioning that I often find Christian fiction can be trite, dry, or patronizing. I didn't find any of that with this book. There was a great flow, flawed characters, and faith that was tested but prevailed. It works for me.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is my official review of the novel:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"<span style="background-color: white;">I received a complimentary copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">I have read a few of Ms. Hatcher's novels through the years and they never fail to disappoint. <b>Who I Am With You</b> was easy to read, a bit slow to start, but sweet and gentle in its storytelling. </span></span></i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br /></span></span></i> <i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">I quite enjoyed the glimpses of the family patriarch's story intertwined into the present, and the idea of a family Bible being passed down through the generations was appreciated. (It makes me wonder who has my Oma's well-worn copy, which she read daily without fail.)</span></span></i><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">With elements of human frailty, loss, heartache, faith, hope, forgiveness, and yes, romance, this title was a pleasant way to pass a Sunday afternoon. The characters could perhaps have been developed a little more fully for a deeper reading experience, but overall I enjoyed the book and the embedded theme of God's faithfulness throughout generations. I will be adding the next title to my TBR pile and look forward to discovering more about the Henning family."</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Happy reading, my friends - I hope your bookshelves are overflowing with remarkable titles! If you happen to pick up a copy of this one, be sure to share your thoughts below.</span><br />
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I am a firm believer in routines, schedules, to-do lists, plans, and organization. It keeps me sane and helps me manage my natural chaos. I feel like those who have creative bents tend to need structure to be productive in tasks that might otherwise seem mundane. Who wants to fold laundry when there's a book of beautiful words to get lost in? Who wants to make a grocery list when there's paint to apply to a canvas? I haven't given this much thoughtful study, so perhaps it's just me - but I know in my own personal experience, I stress less when I have a system in place.<br />
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Those lists and routines keep me going. I tend to have so much running in and out and through my mind at any given moment that a pen to paper approach (or finger to keyboard) help me stay on track. I've discussed my need for meal plans<i> ad nauseam </i>(or to the point that it may make you wish to vomit - that's not dramatic at all.) However, there are times when I love (<i>read: need) </i>to toss all that planning aside to untangle mental knots and take a step back to assess how I'm handling (or not handling) life.<br />
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I like routine when it comes to working and home chores and I am vehement in vocalizing that I can be flexible, but in a very defined set of parameters. I know what has to be done, and I try to leave time for last minute assignments or unexpected glitches, but I've come up with a fine-tuned time management strategy that allows it all to get done (or at least clears the critical off the desk.)<br />
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I use my calendar, my reminders, my notes, and more - just to keep me going without being overwhelmed. Today, I threw it all to the side and it was necessary, essential to myself mentally and emotionally. I still had work to do, but I knew today's main task would throw off my whole routine, in a very big way. So I threw out the whole routine. I accomplished the big task. I made a pit stop. I took an extended lunch break to catch up with a friend. I set a timer to get me out of the office at a decent time and limited my must-get-dones. I spent time with my boys before parent-teacher conferences. I scrapped the meal plan (at Justin's request. We had fully loaded frozen burgers instead of the pork loin I had decided on - and you know what? They were delicious!) I enjoyed myself despite the upset to the systems I had in place, because I recognized the systems are important, but not essential.<br />
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It made me think that sometimes we get too caught up in the lists and schedules and what-we-should-dos. We forget that enjoyment and quiet moments and unbeaten paths are healthy and necessary branches of our journey through life. They are opportunities for growth and healing and learning. We often, dare I say at the risk of being deemed cliche, miss the forest for the trees. We work with a single goal in mind, a single focus, and don't even register the little things, the big things, the things that are not on our radar. We get irritated and upset and thrown off balance by things that are unscheduled, but yet important. What good is a walk through the woods if we don't stop to take in the view along the way? As Stephen Covey has said,<b><i> "The key is not to prioritize what's on your schedule, but to schedule your priorities."</i></b> Some days it's important to just throw the whole schedule away!Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-30230432640119070292018-11-13T19:38:00.000-05:002018-11-13T19:44:07.755-05:00Feeding Others As Feeding The Soul<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When it comes to cooking, I have a love/hate thing happening. You've probably already figured that out If you've read previous posts. If you asked me if I enjoy it, tonight's answer would be that I absolutely love it. If you ask me tomorrow, my answer might be a vehement no.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I've said over and over, meal planning (or at least a basic framework) is extremely helpful for me, but that doesn't necessarily translate to enjoyable. What I have recognized the last few days is that when I know the food will be appreciated, truly savoured and even critiqued with care, that the preparation process is a bit happier. Having fresh and versatile ingredients on hand is key. I've determined that I enjoy spending time in the kitchen when I don't see the chaos of the rest of the house and dishes aren't piled up in the sink. I also seem to enjoy it more when I allow myself time to just create. Quick meals are handy and wonderful, but give me a day when I have energy and a good block of time to work and I can crank out something delicious!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the last few days we had roast beef with potato wedges and a salad. The wedges were great <i>(tip: parboil the potatoes first!)</i> but the roast itself wasn't so yum. However, layered between a soft and crusty bun with havarti and gravy the next day made it a quick and pleasant dish. Yesterday, I found a recipe for a creamy chicken and rice soup that I loosely followed and it was so flavourful. Tonight, I knew I'd be using the remaining two chicken breasts in a pasta dish, but wasn't entirely sure where we were going until I started pulling things out of the fridge.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I made muffins today... used a multigrain pancake mix we don't enjoy as pancakes and lots of bananas and cocoa. I made an apple/pear/oatmeal/granola dish with fruit that was on it's last legs and some leftovers from the pantry. I loved spending the time just mixing and stirring, following my instincts and taste buds. I used recipes as a launching pad rather than a strict formula.</span><br />
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The weeks I write out a meal plan and grocery list are the weeks I actually stay in a budget of sorts and don't go mad when the dinner hour strikes. I do meal plan most weeks, but the secret to this being successful for me is having an emergency meal or two on hand (something quick like grilled cheese or something frozen.) I've also started to include the boys in the decision making (and occasionally the prep depending on my mood.) I've also learned through trial and error that including classic, no-think meals is better than looking at my Pinterest boards and thinking I'm Martha Stewart. </div>
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Looking at the events of my week is also a big plus for being successful. There is a time for experimenting with something new, but if I'm having a week when I'd rather grab takeout than cook, all the meal planning in the world isn't going to help me. I need easy, peasy, no fuss ideas... and I need to remember to thaw my meat.</div>
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So menu madness it is.... simple meals, taking an hour when I can to prep, and allowing variations from the plan. (On Sunday, we ate subs because someone didn't remove all the packaging before throwing the chicken in the crockpot and didn't realise until I went to make the sides. That was a meal plan fail... but points for trying, right?)</div>
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This weeks menu looks a little something like this:<br />
- chicken wings, home fries, and fresh veggies (Kaleb's pick - also the meal I ruined)<br />
- Tex-Mex rice casserole packed full of veggies! (2.5 out of 4 approved)<br />
- pancakes, sausage, and lots of fruit (breakfast for dinner never gets a complaint!)<br />
- meatball soup and grilled cheese (something warm before we go out tonight)<br />
- chili masquerading as a hearty beanless tomato sauce (I had left over ground beef to cook. I will eat it as chili, the others may choose to eat it over noodles. It's already to go so tomorrow will be an easy meal!)<br />
- chicken balls, rice, and salad<br />
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None of these choices are elaborate, or even guest worthy, but they required very little prep - perfect for a crazy week when I can't quite find my feet!</div>
Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-7169197944676801112018-10-12T21:16:00.002-04:002018-10-12T21:30:39.609-04:00Almost thirteen...We are embarking on the next phase in our parenting journey... our oldest son is thirteen years old tomorrow! At 6:09 a.m. on October 13, 2005, we welcomed our ridiculously large child into our arms - we could almost say his enormous size was indicative of how much our hearts expanded in love. At 38 weeks, measuring 11lbs, 7oz weight, 24.8 inches in length, and a head circumference of 14.9 inches, we were grateful for a c-section (post delivery.)<br />
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Kaleb's delivery story began with an unexpected visit to the Labour & Delivery ward after a sudden drop in blood sugar and extreme nausea in Mom the day before his birth. This was one of the warning signs we were asked to watch for in our high risk pregnancy towards the end of term. Tests were ordered, I was examined, and we proceeded with our scheduled BPP. Fortunately, our actual Ob-Gyn was on call that day and he stuck around for much longer than most doctors would to ensure he was on hand to make decisions for our care. Shortly after our first battery of tests, it was decided we would induce to reduce risks for Kaleb.<br />
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I happily proceeded throughout the day with mild, yet regular contractions. We sat in the early labour stage for a very long time. We moved from early labour to active labour... and waited... and waited...and waited. Contractions grew crazy intense, but I wasn't dilating like I should have. I kept being told "you'll be pushing soon!" and after every exam they'd announce with surprise that although my contractions were strong, frequent, and long, my cervix wasn't cooperating. I was miserable overnight and still have regrets over some of the comments I made to people! Just around the 6am mark (after 19 hours in hospital) a nurse checked in, our doctor was called urgently, and suddenly I was being rushed out of the room without any real knowledge about what was going on. (Apparently I was heading to the OR for emergency C-section.) Kaleb, while responsive during most of labour, was suddenly in distress and they were concerned as his heart rate was dropping during contractions rather than elevating as they should have. The kid gave us a scare!<br />
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Fortunately, medical intervention and our amazing care team ensured a healthy delivery and we were blessed with amazing after care as well. I will admit that I do not remember most of his first hours of life due to the effects of the anesthetic and pain meds. I have funny snapshots, but no clear memories. (Someone grabbing my breast, my parents crying, laughter in the recovery room, ceiling lights, and being transferred from a ward unit to a private suite. (Worth the upgrade!)<br />
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This child of ours was a fighter from the beginning. A little stubborn. Incredibly adorable. Smiles that could melt your heart. In thirteen years, not much has changed. He's still a fighter (not in a bad way, but if he is faced with an obstacle, he's determined.) He's still stubborn. You will not change his mind once it's been made up. He's adorable (but don't tell him that!) His smiles still melt my heart (they're a little further apart these days, but the genuine ones can light up a room!)<br />
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His laughter as a little guy would bubble up and overflow. He was mischievous. He talked with funny little mispronunciations. He was a monkey - climbing on, and up, and over everything. He was intelligent (and still is!) He never took to sports. He never took to books.<br />
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Today, his personality has changed but I have glimpses of the little boy he used to be and can see shadows of the man he'll become. He's strong and silent. He's kindhearted and sincere. He's logical and sensible. He's a thinker. He likes control and routine. He likes things to be right and doesn't like to make mistakes. He's happier at home than out and about. He can argue like there's a reward for it. He can bicker 'til I want to pull out my hair. He has a few close friends, but is friendly with everyone. He doesn't feel the need to be popular. He will not be pushed around (thank goodness!) but he's respectful even in his differences of opinions (with everyone but family, at least.) He skates by in school, but maintains As & Bs. He's well on the way to being a successful, amazing adult.<br />
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As he goes through his teenage years there are things I want him to know - shared below in no particular order..<br />
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<b>1)</b> <b>We are your parents first. </b> We are your friends second. Those positions many times will overlap, but often our decisions as parents will make it seem like we're not friends. We want what's best for you, even when it seems like we're being difficult.<br />
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<b>2) We are always here to listen. </b>You may not like our initial response, but I pray that we learn to temper our conversations with wisdom and grace. I pray that you come to us with problems big and small. I pray that even in the midst of mistakes, you know that we are here for you.<br />
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<b>3) Remember your manners.</b> Hormones might make you moody. Life can be tough. You still have a responsibility to treat people with kindness and respect. Please and thank you go a long way. Open doors for people. Offer a hand when someone is struggling. Take your hat off in restaurants and in church. Answer questions politely.<br />
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<b>4) Be kind.</b> Don't judge. You don't know what anyone else is going through and you cannot control other people's words or actions. You can control how you handle a situation. Don't gossip. Don't lie. Don't speak out of turn. Don't bully. Look for ways to offer a hand or brighten someone's day. Even when you disagree with someone, let kindness be your model.<br />
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<b>5) Pray. </b> Pray with gratefulness when you're happy. Pray for strength when things are rough. Pray for wisdom as you tackle life. Pray for friends who will lift you up and encourage you. Pray for mercy when you make mistakes. Pray for opportunities to share God's love.<br />
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<b>6) Choose your friends wisely.</b> You are the company you keep. If your friends are always getting into trouble, you probably will too. It's harder to stand up for your convictions if everyone around you is doing the opposite. Be friendly to everyone, but remember that you don't need to be best friends with everyone you meet. Guard your heart, but be loving. Be the friend that you want your friends to be.<br />
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<b>7) Learn some Scriptures. </b> Cling to them. There are verses to help you through every single thing you face. Feeling overwhelmed? Find a verse for that. Feeling lonely? Find a verse for that. Fighting anger? Find a verse for that. Feeling worried? Find a verse for that. Meditate on them. Let them be a foundation for every day life.<br />
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<b>8) Get off the computer</b>. Seriously. Don't let technology consume you. Get outside. Read a book. Go for a walk. Lie in the sun. Play a boardgame. Throw a ball for the dog. Go fishing. Talk to people in person. Use technology as a tool, as an escape, but DO NOT let it be everything.<br />
<b><br />9) Be generous.</b> Share. Share your time. Share your smiles. Share your lunch. If you have more and you can help, just do it. Don't be selfish.<br />
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<b>10) Be wise. </b> Save your money. Spend it carefully. Think before you act. Think before you speak. Listen. Learn. Weigh your decisions. Stand for your beliefs. Don't be talked into a situation that makes you uncomfortable. Avoid situations that can be used against you. Protect yourself.<br />
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Enjoy the next few years, honey. As you transition from boy-child to adulthood, I know that things won't always be easy. I know that a lot of changes will happen over the next few years. Regardless of what your teenage years look like, know that we love you! You are our sunshine on a cloudy day.Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-9574402840371433472018-10-02T21:27:00.000-04:002018-10-02T21:28:03.048-04:00The Next Generation <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I was part of a group that directs fundraising dollars towards different community projects. Three organizations are nominated, presented to the group, and then we vote and the majority vote receives the fund. Three times a year we gather to make a difference. This is community. It's laughter. It's tears. It's support in so many ways. Our local youth drop in program (a program I also happen to have been a part of since its inception) was the fortunate recipient of tonight's generosity.<br />
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I am part of a community that understands the next generation is our future. That understands the generation needs a reason to hope. The next generation needs to know they are worth the investment. So we give our time. We give our money. We give our attention. We feed the body. We encourage the soul. We build the future. One life at a time.<br />
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So many times we forget about the untapped potential and amazing gift that has been given to us in our children and young people. We see the negatives. We see the immaturity. We see the difficulties and differences from our generation.<br />
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But I am thankful. Thankful that I can spend time with a group of kids that will be our future teachers, lawyers, farmers, and neighbors. I am thankful that I can learn something from the next generation if I but take the time to listen. I am thankful that my community knows that the next generation is important and valuable and worthy of investment.<br />
<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-39624279046914312012018-10-01T23:42:00.000-04:002018-10-01T23:42:24.356-04:00The End Is Near"Last 90 days..." <br />
"Final quarter"<br />
"How will you end the year?"<br />
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Anyone else finding little reminders that 2018 is very quickly coming to a close? I'm seeing social media challenges, blog posts, videos and more about the last few months of the year with an emphasis on finishing up strong before jumping in new.<br />
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I'm climbing up on the bandwagon. This month, this quarter, I'd like to continue with my self-care, self-development, family-strengthening goals. I want to live intentionally, carving out time for certain things like rest, creativity, and evaluating paths & purpose.<br />
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For October, with Canadian Thanksgiving approaching, a child about to celebrate his 13th birthday (how did that happen????), and multiple family occasions upon us, I will focus on being thankful.<br />
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I will spend time each day with a pen & journal to jot down the small things I can appreciate, rather than focusing on my exasperation as life seems to be tumbling through quite a bit of change. I will find verses to remind me of the blessings I enjoy and I will meditate on them. I will find a song of thanksgiving to make my anthem. I will encourage my family to recognize and appreciate the advantages they've been given, and encourage them to express their gratitude and bless others through simple kindnesses. I will focus on forbearance rather than frustration, on patience instead of contrariness, and kindness rather than judgement.<br />
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I will be a better me, and I will forgive myself when I fail to live up to my expectations and acknowledge that each day is a new day to practise with purpose.<br />
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Today I am thankful for the friends that get me. The ones I can vent to, the ones I can laugh with, the ones that assure me that they don't have it all together either and we're all in the trenches of this life side-by-side. The ones who say pick up a phone and call me if you need anything. The ones who will pick up the phone or send a text and don't get upset if I don't reply. The ones who make a date and dive in to the nitty gritty. Who ask the tough questions and offer assurance when doubt creeps in. The friends that understand we're all human and that our journey often comes with detours, pit stops, and aggravation. The friends that don't need platitudes and false compliments, but listening ears and the gift of presence. The friends that encourage, inspire, and squeeze your hand when you need to borrow some strength, and {kindly} smack the side of your head when you're being ridiculous. The friends who are real, transparent, and part of your tribe - that is what I'm thankful for.Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-30519429051940826092018-09-14T14:32:00.002-04:002018-09-14T14:32:12.571-04:00Celebrating the Little VictoriesI don't think I have discoursed much using this platform in regards to my health. When I was 6 or 7 years old, (I honestly don't remember how long ago it was!) I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. It is a disease that has gotten the best of me at times and there are times when I have willfully pretended that it has not affected me at all. (Ahem... I'm looking at those teenage years - I survived by the grace of God!) In the last 30ish years, myths and management around the disease have changed. <br /><br />There are a few *things* that drive me (and any other number of individuals with Type 1) crazy! Most of them are actually recapped really well in this post on Everyday Health > <a href="https://www.everydayhealth.com/hs/type-1-diabetes/what-people-with-type-1-diabetes-wish-you-knew/" target="_blank">9 Things People With Type 1 Diabetes Wish You Knew</a><br />
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<br />There are a lot of factors involved in management and we've come a long way since the 80s, baby. <a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwjZ0JGvkLvdAhXt4IUKHZP9B-MQFjAAegQIChAB&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FFrederick_Banting&usg=AOvVaw0a7tyvDrgYxLepd9nIYfJx" target="_blank">Banting</a> & <a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=4&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwj1yYi5kLvdAhUE1BoKHUS8C5wQFjADegQIBBAB&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FCharles_Best_(medical_scientist)&usg=AOvVaw337gExauTPRMEvu7poYuo6" target="_blank">Best</a> are two names that will forever hold a place of gratitude in my heart... and despite my frequent complaints about the costs associated with managing my blood sugars, insulin is a precious commodity that I hold dear to my heart. <br /><br />When I first found out I was pregnant with K, we were thrown into a barrage of appointments and various teams of medical personnel were looking out for the well-being of baby & I. Who knew that pregnant mama's with type 1 are considered high risk? Not I.... well at least not then. With a lot of hard work and tears and the constant support of that above team, my A1C (a 3 month snapshot of my glucose control) was pretty darn near perfect. I had a little one depending on me and that made all the difference in how seriously I took things. <br /><br />We maintained this fabulousness (not a word, I know) during pregnancy number 2 and delivered two relatively healthy children. Then real life kicked in and ummm... I don't know if you know this, but babies are a lot of work! My self-care took a back seat and that unintentional busyness became a habit where mom came last. During this time I also had a great working relationship with many of health care providers, but not my primary endocrinologist. I left my appointments (while the boys were little) feeling berated and stressed without any practical help or support. In an effort at emotional self-preservation, I would skip appointments... but I also wasn't finding the balance I needed managing Type 1 at home and this took a toll on my overall health and blood sugars. I was functional, but irritable, prone to other complications including headaches and UTIs, and just didn't feel well or energized much of the time. <br /><br />Quite a few years ago, I switched endocrinologists. My family doctor had had enough and bluntly asked why I wasn't taking care of myself. After a few bumps in the road, my relationship with my new endo and her team is fantastic and with much encouragement, I'm also working with the team at our local Type 1 diabetes centre. My endo still looks at things through a slightly more narrow view than the clinic, but the clinic is amazing at reminding me to celebrate the small things!<br /><br />About a year and a half ago I walked into an appointment and got serious. It was time to make some changes (easy, but not simple if that makes sense to anyone who doesn't go through the day to day rigors of monitoring their health.) The first step we made was changing from multiple blood glucose checks (finger pokes) to a flash glucose monitoring system (Freestyle Libre) - game changer. I could see what was going on behind the scenes and wow, what a difference.<br /><br />We also started being more active and accurate in our carb counting. We fine tuned our insulin formulas. We made some other small changes. And tried to find ways to disburse stress. (Have you seen this one? So much more than food and activity go into those highs and lows!)<br /><br />
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I still wasn't completely satisfied with my results, although my big picture was changing! So I made the decision with the encouragement of my team to switch from multiple daily injections to an insulin pump. We reduced my insulin intake from 4-8 injections, 3 different types of insulin, to a single insulin that injects steadily all day long (basal) and accommodates my carb intake with the touch of a few buttons. It's not been an easy transition - the time involved on this level of care and the rocky technological issues that have challenged me at times has left me frustrated - but I had another appointment with my endocrinologist today and she looked at me and said, "This is the best A1C you've had in years! In three months, the improvements have been incredible and I can't wait to see your next one. This is where I like to see my patients." <br /><br />So, I'm celebrating... celebrating the advances in technology, celebrating my will power to get things done, celebrating the small changes that have stacked up, celebrating the time I invest in myself. I am not exactly where I want to be, but I'm getting closer to my destination - so inside I'm doing a great big happy dance of celebration because it's all been worth it - my little victories are huge to me!<br />
<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-28962047638353585592018-09-01T21:58:00.002-04:002018-09-01T21:58:56.384-04:00What's For Dinner: Sweet Chili Poultry Wrap<br />
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</span>No judgement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you can’t be
kind in your thoughts and words, skip to another post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you
have a hard time looking at someone’s lifestyle and not comparing it to all
they *should* be doing, then you might get a little worked up over this
one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you can’t look past that, I don’t
suggest you proceed. If you do proceed and find yourself wanting to dish out
non-helpful and self-important opinions, I definitely suggest you keep them to
yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sorry… not sorry. Food and
nutrition are always touchy issues, but I’m not looking for a debate on how our family eats.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Calibri Light",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"> <br />
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I will (unashamedly) admit that there are days I absolutely crave McDonalds,
but when I hit the drive thru, there are actually only a few menu items I
enjoy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fries are a given once in a while
(is it the sodium?) and I can go days with that hankering gnawing at me subconsciously
– but in general, I think their fries are disgusting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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enjoy is the Sweet Chili Crispy Chicken Wrap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It costs approx. $5 for just the wrap, but I generally cave and order
the combo, adding fries and a diet coke to my meal… making it a bit pricier. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It tastes good in the moment, but eventually I
regret the choice (for any number of reasons.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Furthermore, I will (woefully) admit there are days that I. Do. Not. Feel.
Like. Cooking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As in, I’m absolutely
convinced my kids can live off of stale croutons and shrivelled apples they
find in the back of the crisper. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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Despite my best meal planning efforts, fast food, pizza, or any other form of
takeout <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sounds</i> like a great idea if
it means I can put my feet up sooner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
try to limit our external dining experiences over preparing a meal at home, but
there are months that if I look through our bank statements, we’ve spent way
too much on restaurant food on top of our grocery budget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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spending, and less-than-nutritious food choices, I’ve taken to purchasing some
prepared convenience foods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is it as
healthy as food from scratch?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do I give myself the grace to enjoy a meal
with my family and know that they are fed and cared for?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Absolutely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In my (not educated) opinion, lack of stress and peace of mind are also
important to overall health so if a slightly less healthy option provides some
calm around the dinner table , then I’ll go for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You do you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ll do me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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I knew tonight would be one of those nights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My week has been busy and emotionally overwhelming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My to-do list for just today was a mile
long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really wanted my McDonalds… but
I didn’t want to spend that kind of money for all of us (we easily drop $40
when we all go out.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor did I want to
hear “I’m hungry” thirty minutes after forking out that much dough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, the boys and I ate out last night as
part of a family visit and I didn’t think we needed to add another restaurant
meal to our week. <br />
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Using some romaine remains, cucumber in the crisper, wraps that had been
sitting in the fridge, and a box of PC Southern Style Turkey Strips from the
freezer, I recreated the Sweet Chili Crispy Chicken Wrap (but… with turkey.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had mayo and sweet chili Thai sauce
conveniently on hand as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was able
to stuff the wraps fuller than anything you would buy at the Golden
Arches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They cost about half of the fast
food price.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They tasted better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And. No. Complaints. Around. The. Table!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(That’s a win in my books.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even without the fries, I felt satisfied and
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</span>Healthiest meal I’ve ever made?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not even close.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Delicious and filling?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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and saved me some unwanted stress with a small amount of effort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus… better for the wallet (so Kevin’s happy
too!) It'd be an easy one to make even healthier and less expensively with some small changes (whole grain wraps, boneless, skinless chicken cooked at home, etc.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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greens (just split evenly between your wraps)</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: -0.25in;">* Top with your
poultry</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: -0.25in;">* Drizzle with
your sweet chili sauce<br /> (The amount I used varied on who was eating it. K. had a smidgen; I had a tbsp. and I went
crazy for Kev & J.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Calibri Light", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; text-indent: -0.25in;">* Tuck in the ends, wrap up tight, and enjoy!</span><!--[if !supportLists]--></div>
<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-91176639900837668502018-08-21T08:00:00.000-04:002018-08-21T08:00:00.962-04:00Little Things That Feed My SoulDo you ever stop to actually think about the things that feed your soul? These are the things or moments that make you stop, pause, and breathe. They will most likely be as unique as you are, though I'm sure many of us have many of the same items on our lists - the random minutiae that bring you a moment of peace, a spot of joy, or a bit of encouragement or life to your day. I'm also sure that you'll never be able to list all the things that refresh you as many little moments pass us by and we don't even realise that we've been uplifted for the moment.<br />
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These are some of the little things that are like a breath of fresh air in an otherwise busy life - <b style="font-style: italic;">for me! </b>(Listed in no particular order.)<br />
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<li>a butterfly on a wildflower</li>
<li>escaping in a book</li>
<li>a great cup of tea</li>
<li>a cool iced latte</li>
<li>doggy dreams (our beast howls so forlornly as he chases rabbits - it's adorable)</li>
<li>laughter around the dinner table</li>
<li>a {gentle} hike through the woods</li>
<li>sitting quietly beside a body of water (any water... but not too many people, please)</li>
<li>a warm hug when I need it (I do not generally enjoy hugs)</li>
<li>a cuddly blanket on a cold day</li>
<li>cute shoes (on sale!)</li>
<li>art and music</li>
<li>understanding that I don't have to understand above mentioned art or music, just appreciate it</li>
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<li>sunsets over a farmer's field</li>
<li>first produce from the garden</li>
<li>a kind word or compliment</li>
<li>a smile from a stranger</li>
<li>being appreciated</li>
<li>baby belly laughs</li>
<li>fresh baked bread... with melted butter</li>
<li>modern calligraphy / handlettering</li>
<li>unexpected mail (that isn't a bill or solicitation)</li>
<li>caring for someone else (<a href="https://www.randomactsofkindness.org/" target="_blank">RAOK</a>)</li>
<li>handwritten notes</li>
<li>journalling</li>
<li>a good devotional</li>
<li>fresh local blueberries</li>
<li>pulling out my paintbrushes without a deadline or concrete idea (creating just for the need to create!)</li>
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Care to share some of your "feed your soul" highlights? Perhaps you could even think of your friends' and take the time to feed their souls... and bring a moment of refreshment to their day! Be a sweet spot of sunshine and find yourself blessed in the act of caring!</div>
Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-49884827585328382902018-08-19T13:00:00.000-04:002018-08-19T20:32:25.798-04:00A Path Illuminated...We went camping at one of our local provincial parks this summer. It was just a Friday night - Sunday afternoon deal, but my crossover was loaded to the max and the poor beast had just enough room to lie down and switch directions. Our trip, like usual, was an interesting mix of chaos and comedy, frustration and fun, and well, rain.<br />
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It never takes too, too long to set up camp. J has his own little pop-up that he likes to use and takes charge of. Kaleb bemoaned the camping experience and decided putting an air mattress in the back of the Journey was the way to go. Kevin & I set up the screened in dining tent, Kevin & J. tackled the main tent and all the air mattresses while K. watched the beast and helped me putter around camp. There was a campfire ban so no s'mores or grilled weiners for us. It was so hot the weekend we chose to go and our tent was stifling, so *someone* kept all the windows open to air it out on Saturday. The mosquitoes couldn't get in, but, well, let's just say the water did. Our change of clothes, bedding, air mattress, floor, you name it, was soaked... while we enjoyed some board games under the food tent and stayed wonderfully dry.<br />
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Our second night in the tent was much cooler, but unfortunately uncomfortable as unbeknownst to us (and while trying to deal with the discomforts of the damp from the rain out) our air mattress sprung a slow leak. Did I also mention that while the car was breathing room only with all the things I remembered to pack, I may have forgotten to pack pillows? We don't exactly live the high life when we camp, but we generally aren't roughing it too badly either. We tossed and turned. Middle of the night, I had to relieve myself and thought I was comfortable enough to walk to the comfort station while surrounded by the snores of my fellow campers. I brought a little torch, good enough to find my glucometer in the dark, so good enough to get me where I needed to go... or so I thought.<br />
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You know what though? This crowded, not-very-wild park suddenly seemed overwhelmingly lonely and dark in the pitch black of the middle of the night. The moon wasn't very bright that I can remember, and the trees surrounded me with their shadows. This friendly, family-safe environment during the day had become an unknown, unfamiliar, uncomfortable void. I didn't truly feel uneasy as the crowded campground lent some assurance that if I were to be in real trouble, I could scream and someone would undoubtedly hear me. Until I stumbled in a pothole, twisted my ankle slightly, and not more than one minute later, walked smack into a tree. (I'm a little surprised that I didn't wake our fellow campers on that site.)<br />
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The comfort station was only three campsites to the right up a curved road, and then down a short wooded path - a three minute walk at most in the daytime, but it seemed interminable because the torch I grabbed barely illuminated the ground right in front of my feet, nevermind lighting the path ahead of me. I had another encounter with the local flora (no contact with trees this time) and finally stumbled into the golden halo cast by the sodium vapour lights on the green by the comfort station.<br />
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My way back was even more disconcerting, as my eyes had adapted to the much-appreciated light of the washroom and surrounding area, but were not yet ready to adapt to the shadows beyond that above mentioned glow. I stood in the green with it's many trails extending towards the various campgrounds, but couldn't distinguish any openings in the woods to find my way "home." I wandered much like I imagine a drunken monkey would, trying to be discreet and quiet, but also starting to feel a little panicked even though <b><i>I knew the path. was. right. there.</i></b> I was ready to turn around and walk towards the light of the washrooms and park it on a bench for the rest of the night and wait for dawn's arrival. Finally, I stumbled close enough to the edge of the woods and at this point, only hoped it was the correct path, missed a bend in the road and veered towards the trees again, managed to trip in the same pothole, and gratefully found our campsite and crawled into the tent. Having to take a pee had become an incredibly ridiculous (and yes, humourous) venture.<br />
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When you find yourself overwhelmed by the shadows, or short sighted by the moment you're in, don't allow it to consume you. If you're feeling uncertain, lonely, lost, or anxious, remember that we can look to God's Word for reassurance and illumination - it is a light to our path, a guide to our journey. And don't forget that we've also been directed to be a light. Take the time to shine for someone else - reach beyond the shadows of their darkness and illuminate a path of hope. Be a bright spot of encouragement in someone's day. Light is a symbol of home, of comfort, and of safety - be that light, chase that light. </div>
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Go ahead and laugh at my troubles... again - I wouldn't share them if I were ashamed! Also, take to heart the lesson from my example and grab a good flashlight if you ever need to find a washroom in the dark. <b><i> A path illuminated is a much easier journey than a walk through the shadows. </i></b><br />
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Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-33225750878678123642018-08-17T11:35:00.003-04:002018-08-17T11:43:08.134-04:00On Aging...Kevin had a birthday a few weeks ago and I like to mock how he has aged. It's all very tongue in cheek because I, myself, have another birthday approaching and am discovering bones that never used to creak, waking up with aches that are new, and of course the occasional grey hair has sprouted (only in my eyebrows, thank-you-very-much.)<br />
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In a culture surrounded by looks and accomplishments and the next trendy diet, aging can be a drag (and I mean that literally. Walking through Wonderland is not pursued with the same speed or enthusiasm it was 20 years ago. I drag... my feet, my arms, the dislike of crowded spaces.) When we're younger we think, "by the time I'm 30, I'll have done this..." or, "oh man, 45 is so old..." and even, "I'm going to have a BA in English, taken some marketing courses, own a book/coffee shop, toured Europe, a vacation home on a lake; I'll be tall, svelte, athletically inclined, play the piano like a virtuoso, be a successfully published author, have 4 kids, 2 dogs, a cat - and my allergies won't bother me at all!"<br />
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I recognize that there are many people who have achieved the epitome of their dreams. They have the degrees, the family, the vacation home... but not me. I have half the kids, half the dogs, and no cat at all (my sinuses are grateful.) I'll never be tall (I stopped growing "up" years ago!) My piano skills and athletic ability will never improve. Svelte is a shattered dream, mostly because graceful is not a word ever used to describe me.<br />
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In reality, there are days I am grateful to just have survived the night, to wake up in the morning and be thrilled knowing that I have a roof over my head and food on the table. My post-secondary education never happened, but I can laugh at the stupidest things and my heart has expanses I couldn't imagine. My knee may ache, my hands are scarred, and my belly sports stripes like a zebra - and I wouldn't change it, because they mark the challenges faced and overcome, memories made, and adventures (tame as they may be) that we took along the way.<br />
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I told someone the other day that although life doesn't look the way I thought it would when I was 11, 17, or even 21, I am happier with who I am and where I am and the people that surround me than I could have ever imagined. I'm aging... and there is nothing I can do to stop it - time continues. I hope that as my body continues to show some wear and tear, that my gratitude is renewed; that as my wrinkles get deeper, the depth of my love and compassion expands; that as memories fade, new special moments pop up to replace them; that my accomplishments can be measured in terms of kindness and generosity, and not just in numbers on a scale or diplomas on a wall.<br />
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When I hit 40, when I reach 65, when I find 80, my hope is that when my name is spoken or thoughts of me cross someone's mind, that I'm thought of fondly and appreciated for warmth, integrity, and encouragement. My story may not be thrilling, but new chapters continue to be added. I'm grateful for the experiences and people I've encountered and how they've molded me along the way. And I begin to recognize and acknowledge that aging truly is a treasure to be embraced and I will appreciate every beautiful moment that marks the process.Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-59192552167128494862018-07-06T22:45:00.002-04:002018-07-06T22:55:52.872-04:00Deep Thoughts Brought To You By Jelly BeansKevin's watching a documentary on Netflix and I sat beside him, laundry actually folded, with every intention of making a dent in my <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33414153-bringing-maggie-home" target="_blank">current read</a>. Instead, I'm gorging on Jelly Bellys (bellies?) trying to get my blood sugar up. (I just started an OmniPod pump and it's only as smart as it's programming, and we're still trying to perfect that process...) Blood sugar levels aside, Jelly Bellys are meant to be savoured one at a time, not lobbed by the handful down the gullet. I mean you have 20 random flavours to pull out of a tiny 100g bag. 35 beans to take your chances on with every bean in a serving. But I made the mistake of inhaling about 15 in one mouthful, because when your blood sugar drops you may resemble a rabid ravenous wolf. Self-control tends to go out the window when your body is trying to shut down brain function in order to keep the heart pumping - some kind of self-preservation thing, I'm sure... and Jelly Bellys were close to hand so that's what we're eating. No judgement, please.<br />
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Back to that handful... 20 random flavours in the bag. 15 beans in that mouthful, give or take. Each bean meant to be savoured individually... but I chose to scarf them. And I regretted that choice the minute the revulsive flavour of a buttered popcorn bean mingled with the odious licorice bean beside the delightful blend of any other flavour that wasn't either of those two choices. I really wish I had eaten one bean at a time, not just to relish the individual profiles of my favourite beans (strawberry daiquiri) - but also to avoid the unpleasant experience that happens when one (or two) bad beans taint the pleasure of a good-tasting Jelly Belly.<br />
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Now, you may be wondering why I'm expounding on my jelly bean eating experience. Because life. Life is why I'm telling you about my beans. Because life is like a handful of Jelly Belly beans (or a box of chocolates, you know what I'm saying?) Because you never know what experiences are going to come your way. You take your chances and some moments are good, some moments are bad, and some moments are a bit like a chocolate pudding JB - somewhat mediocre, but not horrible in and of itself. You can choose to savour each moment. You can choose to rush through life and not savour a single moment individually, but take it all in as a handful of blended flavour. You can even find your moments tainted by the one (or two, or two hundred and two) bad moments that seem to find their way into your routine. And if you had a lifetime of buttered popcorn Jelly Belly beans and no strawberry daiquiri, you might have a reason to complain. But there's always more good beans than bad in a bag, and you can always rinse your palate, and hope your next flavour is lime. </div>
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If you're out for dinner in a nice (not fancy, but nice) restaurant for your 14th anniversary with your husband... and bright idea, kids... chances are that even though your kids are perhaps 11 and 12 years old, you will not escape the meal unscathed without cutlery landing on the floor, someone getting upset with the menu choices, or that same someone's glass of ginger ale splashing all over your dress as it journeys to the floor. It's a given. And that black licorice flavour may explode all over your tongue, and you want to forget about all the other flavours in the bag... and the giggling while telling silly riddles (that may or may not have made sense) tastes a lot like island punch. The raving about the peri peri wings from your little gourmand tastes a lot like tutti-frutti. The realisation that you're celebrating 14 years of an oh-so-normal-and-yet-truly-one-of-a-kind life with the man you love tastes a lot like toasted marshmallow. Those little mess-makers who share your sense of humour and can spur a moment of anger in a moment, but make your heart melt with just a smile are even more wonderful than a handful of all the cotton candy beans in your bag.<br />
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So next time you feel like you made a mistake and took things too fast... or you forgot to luxuriate in a particular moment... or a scrumptious experience was just hijacked by buttered popcorn beans (*shudder*), be glad you're not eating a bag of Beanboozled choices - you could have stinky socks or skunk smell beans, and even that is just a slight chance. I propose you just take life one bean at a time - move on from the icky flavours, and savour the good.<br />
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(These ramblings brought to you from the mind of a woman who's brain isn't really functioning with all it's cognitive skills at the moment while waiting for those Jelly Bellys to work. Take it for what's it worth - insight and reflection on a meaningful life or just a loquacious prattling of someone who really enjoys her beans.)</div>
Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-54557549536277585112018-05-31T11:56:00.003-04:002018-05-31T11:56:50.835-04:00Wow, God.<br />
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Last year, I was a first-time VBS director at our church. I've volunteered at VBS before; I've been an attendee at VBS before; but I'd never been the one in charge. It was beautiful, frightening, touching, exciting, wonderful, and overwhelming. There's nothing like having a child who is not your own, nor obligated, to throw their sweaty little arms around you in appreciation with a toothless grin and say thank you then tell you all the favourite things they did during the week. Anytime we were reminded of the ways God works through the ordinary, learning to see Him in the special and in the every day, we were reminded to say "Wow, God!"<br /><br />This year, I'm a second-time VBS director. While no less overwhelming, some of the panic is missing this year (but that could just be denial that we are only 7 weeks away...) However much I am looking forward to VBS (honestly, it's the highlight of my summer) amidst the chaos of the rest of my life (see previous posts) I am at times feeling stretched out like a rubber band about to snap. <br /><br />I've been praying about commitments, juggling ideas on how to balance things, discussing with Kevin, my mom, or anyone who will listen about what to give up and what to hold on to tightly in an effort to balance the scales. It's not an easy conversation to have or decision to make when you feel invested in each of your projects - but more importantly, like you will be letting someone down in an effort to bring yourself up. At what point is a sacrifice an act of giving and at what point does it become a burden weighing you down? <br /><br />I have recently had some scriptures and songs from childhood bouncing around in the background of my brain. Does anyone remember Psalty? The song based on Psalm 19:14 "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD..." has been dwelling in the recesses of my soul and pops into my mind to awaken me in the middle of the night. I've also been finding tidbits (not to be mistaken for Timbits, people) of Galatians 6:9 popping up like a lightbulb over a cartoon character that just had a good idea - usually in the midst of wanting to throw up my hands and just say, "I'm done." Or there's the part of Colossians 3:17: "whatever you do..." and I'm reminded that I'm not in this alone. <br /><br /><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/9b/e7/2f9be76381833f2e8c17a7e0f622d21c.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Related image" border="0" class="irc_mi" height="200" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/9b/e7/2f9be76381833f2e8c17a7e0f622d21c.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" title="" width="200" /></a>This year's VBS theme is whenver you are lonely, scared, struggle, etc... Jesus rescues you. And it's easy as I'm going through the prep work to just skim over the topics until something hits you in the eyes. I read a comment that even when it looks like you are in the middle of something all alone, He is right there with you holding your head above water just like a life vest in a shipwreck. </div>
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Then today, I got a phone call from a stranger at our head office saying she wanted to pray with me... and her words were a lifeline and as she prayed, she quoted two of the same verses that have been floating through my mind... and I was encouraged and remembered two things: that God's timing is always perfect and that He is always there even in the nitty gritty details. Wow, God!Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-54642712622073120752018-05-25T12:01:00.001-04:002018-05-25T12:01:58.156-04:00Being Present...If you know me, you know that I'm a wife and mother first and foremost. Kevin & I will be celebrating 14 years of marriage in less than a month. These days don't look a thing like our newlywed years and being present is a conscious decision I have to make. It's easy to veg on the couch when the bustle of the day has finally died down and I get 5 minutes to myself, to tune out everyone and everything else and just be... but that often comes back to bite me in the bottom as I realise I've heard our conversations, but wasn't actually there for them. The words entered my ear canal, and then dissipated into nothingness as I didn't actively listen and engage, only to have him say "Well, I told you...." while I look at him cluelessly not recalling a thing. Hands up if you hear me!<br />
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width="200" /></a>I'm finding as the boys grow older and more independent, it's been easy to get so busy that I'm not "there" for them as much. The younger one has made a few innocuous comments lately that got under my skin - not intentionally hurtful, but in his expression I'm hearing things that have been hitting a little too close to home. It's easy to see the to-do list, to commit to be there for everyone, to say yes to another project, another event, another committee, another social evening... and then feel like things at home are out of control. <br /><br />"But they're old enough to fend for themself for an hour..."<br /> "Well Kev can put them to bed tonight..."<br /> "Man, my day has been so busy I just want to disconnect..." <br /><br />All these excuses and thoughts have rolled through my mind in recent weeks Housework needs to be done. My laundry pile is growing disproportionately to the number of people in our household. The gardens have been overtaken with dandelions and wild raspberry vines. If I don't take on Project A, who will? I even went a few days without reading.... and then I casually mention I'm not around for something, I hear a little disappointed sigh and a casually tossed out "Well, that's nothing new." Ouch. I'm acknowledging that even though they don't "need me" - they aren't even with me more than half the time I am home - there are moments that they still need my presence. They need to know that even if we're not conversing, that I'm there to care... that I'm there to listen... that I'm just there.<br /><br />So yesterday, after another full day, I sat in traffic due to an accident, hot and flustered, covered in bug bites from an outing with a friend, and all I wanted was 15 minutes to decompress and gather my reserves before tackling the to-do list. And J reminded me that I told him we could go to the library and pick out things for the raffle baskets at school. I, me, the great lover of books, dreaded the thought of another trip to town, but I knew in that moment that my word and our time together meant more than any excuse I could come up with. <br /><br />
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It's my prayer that whether he remembers that specific moment 10 years from now, he'll remember that he had a mom who was there - who wasn't always saying "Not now," "Maybe later," or "Let me finish this..." - but one who recognizes that while being productive and organized and having time for myself is important, that sometimes just being present with those we love is the most important thing, whether we're discussing the merits of orange-grape flavoured gum over icy berry, or cuddling on the couch, or folding laundry while he prattles on about his mishap on the playground. (I admit I didn't listen as closely as I should - it's a flaw - I do know that it involved rocks in his pockets because he wiped out.)<br />
<br />So when you feel overwhelmed with the balance of motherhood, marriage, career, and life - remember that your presence is what's important.<br /><br />
You'll have to excuse me while I put this reminder into action and rearrange my schedule.<br /><br />
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<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-58928157995980761282018-03-25T16:14:00.003-04:002018-03-25T16:14:53.002-04:00Rest In Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday I had the opportunity to speak at my parents' church in Vandorf (Whitchurch-Stouffville.) A women's tea party had been organized and I thought it would be a great opportunity to share some of what's been on my heart for the last few months (or years.)<br />
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As women, we are expected to juggle so many balls and judged harshly and unfairly if we can't do it all. We're lauded when we're super women, but criticized when our homes aren't spotless, our children aren't charming, or we don't look our best. What we need is to acknowledge that rest is necessary and important and that we don't, in fact, need to do it all... let alone in our own strength.<br /><br />I was nervous yesterday, but overall after watching the video my mom took, it went better than I thought. My thoughts were *fairly* cohesive, I didn't use too many fillers, and once I got through the first few minutes, the nerves all but disappeared. Regardless of how well I performed (or didn't), the message remains true - we can only find true rest when we take time to be still and connect with our Saviour.<br /><br />
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<li>If you'd like to watch or listen, the video is available on Living Water's Facebook Page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lwffchurch/videos/1792571814138735/">here.</a></li>
<li>The blog post I read from December 2012 <b><i>"Be Still"</i></b> can be found <a href="https://life-love-laughter-linds.blogspot.ca/2012/12/be-still.html">here</a>.</li>
<li>The devotional I read from, <b><i>"Breathing Room"</i></b>, can be found <a href="http://www.bible.com/en-GB/reading-plans/9324-breathing-room">here</a>.</li>
<li>Another devotional I used as inspiration was <b style="font-style: italic;">"Margin", </b>it can be found <a href="https://www.bible.com/en-GB/reading-plans/810-margin">here.</a></li>
<li>Kathryn Egly's article, "Be Still and Know" (aka My BAD habit... and why Mary & Martha really BUG me!) that I read a portion of can be found <a href="https://kathrynegly.com/2018/02/28/be-still-and-know/">here.</a></li>
<li>The song I paused for us to listen to and reflect on while finding a moment of rest was by All Sons & Daughters from the 2016 album <b><i>Poets & Saints</i></b>. It is called <i><b>"Rest In You" </b></i>and can be found on YouTube <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVKjCKYSGT4">here</a> or you can purchase it on<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/poets-saints/1126781951"> iTunes</a> or <a href="https://play.google.com/store/music/album?id=Bhi2nxksr4vkf5fw3lkpssfqajy&tid=song-Trc7ojtaaztcckjjtrruueyodju&hl=en">Google Play Music</a>.</li>
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As a bonus, here is a list of additional songs that reference the rest we find in Him.</div>
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<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nuGmaPyST8">I Will Rest In You</a> - Brett Younker, Bryan Brown, Christy Nockels, Nathan Nockels</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBiLPs6kW_o">Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul</a> - Pacific Gold</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuhYZrn4flo">Restless</a> - Audrey Assad</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnjeMwxFuBA&t=0s&index=1&list=PLZ7pcAqOZp-3xB9j6XeZXPKwg6rdjO-gk">Breathe </a>- Jonny Diaz</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/5N8moqwePo8">Rest my Soul</a> - Tim Timmons</li>
<li><a href="https://youtu.be/ZpYDa6qshz8">Psalm 62</a> - Aaron Keyes</li>
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In all honesty, Rest In You by All Sons & Daughters gets a repeat on my playlist as I just find it so moving and soothing. </div>
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I also sent the ladies home with a very simple print I created in my design software. (The original graphics were from Freepik and the font is Srikandy Script.) Feel free to download your copy <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Na4SfAAaknOBP8gUFHRL8aZNIR8zr4vN/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">here.</a> It is designed to print as an 8"x10" so you should be able to send to your home printer or local photo lab. (I printed my copies on matte paper at Wal-Mart.)<br /><br />I hope some of this has blessed you and charge you to 1) Be Still and 2) Rest In Him... may He calm your restless heart and lead you beside still waters.</div>
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<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-10690939076255665762016-10-07T14:26:00.004-04:002016-10-07T14:27:24.488-04:00Choosing to Be Humbly Grateful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpjkYI1SYVWml809W_qzBDC3nJqZzNLrH4D0zNPxrR2M6K1E0M09Sr4HdJx_pU794OQV4Sq85pVJbOBd3v5uqF3_K6C2e6IlzHInLqScrSMXXFHojst9X39K6UXVbBRp68UToapRbLoCk/s1600/14480757_1221438537929957_2395702239188291001_o.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpjkYI1SYVWml809W_qzBDC3nJqZzNLrH4D0zNPxrR2M6K1E0M09Sr4HdJx_pU794OQV4Sq85pVJbOBd3v5uqF3_K6C2e6IlzHInLqScrSMXXFHojst9X39K6UXVbBRp68UToapRbLoCk/s320/14480757_1221438537929957_2395702239188291001_o.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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I hate to admit this, but my gratitude attitude is hit and miss. I'm basically happy for all the norm - roof over my head, food for our tummies, a bed to cuddle in... but it's not always a conscious thing. Just is and while I appreciate things, it's easy to dismiss them when that roof has a leak, or my cupboard looks empty and I have to wait for payday, or that mattress is lumpy and someone keeps stealing the covers at night. I feel a bit like Goldilocks - I could be satisfied, but sometimes it's easy to want everything "just right."<br />
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Life doesn't go that way though. And as we approach Thanksgiving, I'm reminded that 1) I should be grateful all year round - counting my blessings on a daily basis... and 2) I need to step up this gratitude game and stop complaining so much.<br />
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So here is a list of some very specific things I'm grateful for in no order of importance:</div>
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- A child who treasures the importance of choosing friends wisely. We spent a day at Wonderland last Sunday with Kaleb and 3 of his closest friends. These kids are funny, respectful, supportive, and kind. We were impressed with their attitudes and behaviour the entire day and I was amazed at how they protected each other and encouraged each other instead of needling each other when one or the other wasn't quite as brave. </div>
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- Parents and parents-in-law who step in and lend a hand when it's needed or just because. My in-laws are heading south for the winter again soon and my freezer was just filled with items they can't take with them. It's not a big thing, but it's a huge thing - does that make sense? They're quick to invite the boys to spend time with them over the summer, and stop by just because whenever they're in the area (and don't seem to judge my lack of housekeeping skills.) My parents are very much the same - need a sitter? Done. Need a hand with this or that? Done. Need someone to vent to? Done. And free wood... my dad gives me lumber for different signs. Barnboard, live edge, etc. That's a whole other blessing. </div>
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- This amazing weather and the land we live on. Our yard is far from perfect, but as the leaves begin to turn, or I bring in veggies from my garden, or I just go sit on the porch to relax, I'm always struck with how beautiful our property is. The trees are tall and give us some privacy. It's beautiful any season... and with this extended warmth, I've been able to tackle more projects out on the deck and let more wood dry. Win-win. </div>
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- Random blessings. Fresh picked apples on my desk at work, a note of thanks in my mailbox, my ice cap being paid for at Tim's, a perfect cup of tea, a good book to read, a smile in the grocery store.</div>
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I could keep going, but today... that is what I'm grateful for. Tomorrow, my list will be different I'm sure, but despite my <strike>more than</strike> occasional grumbles, I am blessed. I am thankful. I need to remember that despite the hiccups in life, I am these things (thankful, blessed) and there is so, so much in my life to be grateful for.</div>
Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-68797351337665634252016-09-13T19:19:00.003-04:002016-09-13T19:19:55.777-04:00Creamy Butternut & Tomato Soup - Thanks, Marg!Hey... Remember me? I know you thought I disappeared into the nether (we have Minecraft geeks in our house!), but I promise, I just disappeared into real life. I have reaffirmed two things about myself: 1) I have a very difficult saying no (or not feeling guilty when I do!) and, 2) I haven't improved my juggling skills. I'm dropping balls left, right, and centre like it's the coolest thing to do.<br />
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Today was a day off and with the kids back to school, it means they're on the bus at the crack of way too early (7:30am but some of us appreciate an 8 a.m. wake up call - not because we were reading until the wee hours of the morning or anything. Never that.) <br />
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Anyhow, once the boys were off, I tackled some Wisdom & Whimsy projects, tidied the kitchen, folded a bit of laundry, scrubbed the shower (oh how desparately that needed to be done!), washed off the paint & ModPodge, and hustled out the door by 9:30 a.m. Woohoo, I'm a wonder!<br />
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Our church is hosting a big community dinner event tomorrow night. I was chosen to put together the centrepieces. Fifteen centrepieces to be exact - "Easy!" I said, "Not a problem." I lied. I learned two brand new things today: 1) I am not a florist nor talented like a florist, and 2) 15 centrepieces take time to assemble - like hours. Who knew?!? The tables look a little more pulled together though, so I guess that's a win and I took time to chat with some of the other lovely ladies from the church who lent a hand dressing and setting the tables.<br />
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Can I stress e a point here? <b><i>Women friends are important.</i></b> The chit chat. The advice. I daresay even the gossip (not malicious rumour mongering, but just the catch up about what's going on.) Also, age? Not an issue. You can learn so much from other women, be strengthened and inspired. That being said, if they're dragging you down, cut rope. No need to drown yourself in negativity.<br />
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During our catch up I mentioned the overabundance of tomatoes from my garden. We don't even eat tomatoes, people! Alas, I have tons. I mentioned I would probably make soup for dinner. (You can guess who's going to complain about that, can't you?) One respected friend mentioned that tomato & butternut squash soup is delicious (<i><b>with lots of garlic and ginger. Don't forget the garlic and ginger. </b></i> Her words.) I claimed she's a genius... because guess what else I've had sitting on the counter waiting to be used?! <br />
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So dinner tonight was my attempt at a creamy butternut squash soup - my take on these two very different recipes {<a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/butternut-squash-and-tomato-soup" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>} and {<a href="http://www.wholelivinglauren.com/new-blog/2014/9/29/tomato-coconut-chickpea-soup" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>}, all because I was inspired by Marg. <br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Creamy Butternut & Tomato Soup</span></i></b><br />
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<u>Ingredients:</u><br />
1 butternut squash, halved & seeded<br />
2 cloves garlic, peeled<br />
Approx. 7 good sized tomatoes, stems removed and "chunked" (that's a real technical cooking term)<br />
2 tablespoons olive oil, divided<br />
2 garlic cloves, peeled<br />
1 onion, chopped<br />
2 teaspoons grated peeled ginger or 1/2 teaspoon dried ground ginger<br />
2 teaspoons curry powder (original recipe calls for turmeric - I couldn't find mine!)<br />
1 tsp paprika<br />
2 tsp dried basil<br />
1 can coconut milk<br />
1 1/2 cups water<br />
black pepper, fresh ground to taste<br />
Salt, to taste<br />
Parmesan, fresh grated (optional)<br />
bacon, crisp and crumbly (optional)<br />
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Preheat oven to 400F. Cut your squash in half, cut out the seeds, and brush the cut sides with oil. Place on a baking tray cut sides down, tucking a clove of garlic into the bowl of each half. Bake for approx. 45 minutes or until tender. Allow to cool. Remove and discard skins. Reserve squash and roasted garlic.<br />
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Wash your tomatoes and remove the core. Cut them into random chunks (quarters, eighths, whatever you feel like - it's all going to be pureed later.) Add to reserved squash and garlic. Set aside.<br />
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Heat oil in a deep pot and saute your chopped onions until softened and translucent. Stir in your ginger. Add remaining ingredients. Give it a stir and bring to a boil. Cover and reduce heat, simmer for 20 minutes or so. If you have an immersion blender, now is the time to put it to good use. If you wish you had an immersion blender <strike>(but don't because your husband is trying to get you to spend smartly and doesn't agree that it's a necessity,)</strike> let the mixture cool a bit and then blend in small batches using a regular blender. Careful with hot soup and the blender. It's dangerous and you've been warned. Not that I've learned from experience. Add pureed soup back to pot and reheat to desired temperature. Season with salt & pepper as desired. Top with fresh grated Parmesan (we only had Gouda) and crumbled bacon if you desire. <br />
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Serve with grilled cheese (because, you know, tomato soup!?!) Ignore the complaints coming from your picky eater and enjoy the savoury wonder that you whipped up with fresh local produce - maybe even from your own backyard. Dinner is served - thanks, Marg!<br />
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P.S. This recipe was approved by 3 out of 4 mouths. Our youngest has requested leftovers in his lunch tomorrow.<br />
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Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671009006063784619.post-41274724139278282792015-08-17T13:02:00.000-04:002015-08-17T13:02:11.960-04:00Cottage CookingWe will be vacationing en masse as a family of 17 shortly. My parents have splurged on three cottages at a lakeside resort in western Ontario and we (assorted family units spread across three generations) will be soaking up the sun, fishing off the dock, swimming in the lake, making s'mores by the campfire, and trying to give each other space when necessary. <br /><br />I'm all about keeping things simple on vacation. The cottages come with basic furnished kitchens (woohoo) but not with grills (sigh). I'm a don't-turn-on-the-oven type of girl in the summer - unless the temperatures have dropped a bit. We don't have air con in our home at the moment and these days that feel like 40C leave you sweltering. *If* I even drum up the energy to cook (we eat a lot of fruit and veggies and salads and sandwiches in the summer) - if I cook, it's done over the BBQ or involves a quick pan-fry - no fuss, no muss. It also involves a fully stocked kitchen... and it still requires time in said kitchen. We're going to have to think outside the box - err... oven - for some simple to serve meals that keep everyone satisfied.<br />
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I don't want to spend tons of time prepping while we're away - I want it easy, peasy, but tasty and delicious. I'm not into a week of hot dogs or sandwiches on repeat... so today I spent the morning finessing our vacation meal plan and prepping freezer meals. All I'll have to do while we're away is thaw in the fridge while I'm lakeside and pop on the grill at dinnertime. (Oh wait... didn't I mention they don't have grills? Why, yes, I did! We found a great little tabletop propane grill at Walmart on clearance for less than $20. It will be added to our camping stash when we return.) If I'm not grilling, I plan on plopping the whole frozen mess (mmm.... appetizing!) in the crockpot for even less work!<br />
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Here is a week (almost) of cottage meal-planning - I've asterisked (is that a word?) the meals I've prepped in advance and possibly frozen. The odd meal I won't prep until right before we leave, but I did a big chunk of it today.<br />
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<b>Breakfast</b>:<br />
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<li><a href="http://life-love-laughter-linds.blogspot.ca/2015/02/incredibly-delicious-bread-machine.html" target="_blank">Cinnamon Rolls</a>* (prepared, but frozen - thaw & bake)</li>
<li>Smoothies* (I froze into individual packs and will bring my personal blender along)</li>
<li>Blueberry Pancakes* & sausage (mix measured into a jar, blueberries frozen and bagged)</li>
<li>Bacon, eggs, pierogies & fruit</li>
<li>Granola Parfaits* (prepped in jars, granola measured in top cup)</li>
<li>Breakfast Wraps</li>
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<li>Cheddar smokies & veggie sticks</li>
<li>Nibblers - salami/pepperettes, cheese, fruit, crackers</li>
<li>DIY subs</li>
<li>leftovers / munchies</li>
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<li>Burgers* (prepped and frozen)</li>
<li>Pulled Pork* (prepped for crockpot)</li>
<li>Turkey Chili* & Cornbread* (my chili will be partially prepped and frozen for the crockpot. I haven't decided whether to bake and freeze the cornbread, or just freeze the batter and bake later.)</li>
<li>Tacos* (meat prepped for crockpot - we'll go light on the toppings)</li>
<li><a href="http://oboyorganic.com/campfire-cooking-kids-foil-packet-meals/" target="_blank">BBQ Chicken Packets</a>* (prepped & frozen)</li>
<li>Chicken Caesar Wraps* (chicken seasoned & frozen - will slice after grilling)</li>
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We also have some classics to bring along (s'mores anyone?) and lots of fresh fruit/veggies - a friend of mine is away and has offered me here half-share CSA order from one of the local farms. (This makes me happy... very, very happy!) I also expect additional veggies will be ready for the picking from my own garden - we froze a bunch of fresh picked produce last week because we're just not going through it fast enough. Yum! My last culinary experiment will be a batch of Spiced Peanut & Cashew Caramel Corn to share - I found the recipe in the current summer Food & Drink magazine at the LCBO. </div>
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What are your favourite camping/cottage/getaway meals?</div>
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<br />Lindsey B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859806697267339414noreply@blogger.com0