We had a bucket potato plant and somehow it died, so we dumped the dirt and found these preemie potatoes. Aren't they adorable? They'd make a doll sized feast! We were all making exclamations in high squeaky voices when we found them...well, all us girls at any rate. My son is much less impressed with "baby" things.
B is for burger of choice: Any burger, with a low carb bun. In fact, that's what's for dinner! Low carb bun: separate three eggs. Whip whites with a pinch of cream of tartar. Into yolks stir in a few T. of cottage or ricotta cheese, and gently fold into stiffly beaten whites.
Dollop onto baking stone (makes six dollops) and bake at 325 until golden brown.(half hour or so. Might work better to slow the oven down and go for longer.) Two dollops make a good sandwish "bun".
C is for what kind of car you drive: I drive the Kia Sedona minivan and sometimes on the weekends, I borrow my husband's beater Nissan with the excellent now engine that gets good gas mileage.
D is for your dog's name: If I had a dog I would name it "Back-puller-outer" or "Poop-factory." Therefore I am not a dog owner.
E is for essential item you use everyday: Och, too many to count! How bout this laptop?
Well, Saturday morning, unfortunately, is still a dead zone at our house when it comes to prayer. I'm learning to go hide and pray by myself, but this week I didn't even do that. So today I realized I'd forgotten to post on what Saturday stands for in the course of the week.
It fits in with the rest of the theme of "community". Saturday is for all the Saints and the Departed.
Troparion to All Saints: O Apostles, Martyrs, and Prophets, Hierarchs, Monastics and Righteous Ones; ye that have accomplished a good labour and kept the Faith, that have boldness before the Saviour; O Good Ones, intercede for us, we pray, that our souls be saved.
Troparion for the Departed: O Thou Who by the depth of Thy wisdom, out of love for man kind, dost provide all things, and grantest unto all that which is profitable, O only Creator: Grant rest, O Lord, to the souls of Thy servants, for in Thee have they placed their hope, O our Creator and Fashioner and God.
Troparion to the Apostles: O holy Apostles, intercede with the merciful God, that He grant unto our souls forgiveness of offences.
Kontakion the the Holy Apostles: The firm and divine-voiced preachers, the chief of Thy disciples, O Lord, Thou hast taken to Thyself for the enjoyment of Thy blessings, and for repose; their labours and death didst Thou accept as above every sacrifice, O Thou Who alone knowest the hearts.
Troparion to Saint Nicholas: The truth of things revealed thee to thy flock as a rule of faith, an icon of meekness and a teacher of temperance; therefore thou hast achieved the heights by humility, riches by poverty. O Father and Hierarch Nicholas, intercede with Christ God that our souls be saved.
Kontakion to Saint Nicholas: In Myra, O Saint, thou didst prove to be a minister ofthings sacred: for having fulfilled the Gospel of Christ, O righteous one, thou didst lay down thy life for thy people, and dist save the innocent form death. Wherefore, thou wast san…
Orthodox Christians fast on Wednesdays and Fridays (unless it's one of the oh-so-rare fast-free weeks, like right after Pascha or just before a long fast).
One Wednesdays, we are remembering Judas' betrayal of Christ and Christ's willingness to go to the cross, and on Friday, of course, is the actual crucifixion and death of Christ. These are sobering themes if we really pause to contemplate their reality.
How many times and in how many ways have I betrayed Christ? Sinned against my Christ?
And yet, He goes willingly to the Cross for my sake. For the sake of His Church.
Troparion: Save, O Lord, They people, and bless Thine inheritance; grant Thou unot Orthodox Christians victory over enemies; and by the power of Thy Cross do Thou preserve Thy commonwealth.
A different translation sounds like this: O Lord, save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance. Grant victories to the Orthodox Christians over their adversaries; and by virtue of Thy Cross preserve Thy habitatio…
The rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book. 2. Open to page 123 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
"Deacon: For this holy temple, and for them that with faith, reverence, and the fear of God enter herein, let us pray to the Lord. Choir: Lord, have mercy. Deacon: That we may be delivered from all tribulation, wrath, and necessity, let us pray to the Lord."
This is from page 123 of the Jordanville prayer book, and is an excerpt from the Ectenia of Fervent Supplication, Divine Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom.
And yes, that really was the closest book I spotted.
If you are reading this, consider yourself tagged.
On Tuesdays Orthodox Christians commemorate St. John the Forerunner. He is the last of the Old Testament prophets, and was given the honor of baptizing our Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ.
So he links the Old Testament Church to the New Testament Church.
Here are the hymns to commemorate him:
Troparion: The memory of the righteous is celebrated with hymns of praise, but the Lord's testimony is sufficiaent for thee, O Forerunner; for thou hast proved to be truly even more venerable than the prophets, since thou wast granted to baptize in the running waters Him Whom they proclaimed. Wherefore, having contested for the truth, thou didst rejoice to announce the good tidings even to those in hades: that God hath appeared in the flesh, taking away the sin of the world and granting us great mercy.
Kontakion: O Prophet of God and Forerunner of grace, having obtained thy head from the earth as a most sacred rose, we ever receive healings; …
It's Monday morning and a slow start to the day. Each day of the week has a special commemoration in the Orthodox Church. Monday is the Bodiless Hosts...that's Angels in plain English.
Why do we remember the Angels? Well, they are servants of God, for one thing. They don't sin like we do. It ought to go without saying, but I'll say it anyway just because somebody out there in the blogiverse probably has a misconception: Just because we address a hymn or a prayer to a saint or an angel does NOT mean we worship them. Worship is for God alone. The angels and the saints are among the "great cloud of witnesses" who are cheering us on and praying for us.
Here are the hymns for the Bodiless Hosts:
Troparion: Supreme Commanders of the heavenly hosts, we unworthy ones implore you that by your supplications ye will encircle us with the shelter of the wings of your immaterial glory, and guard us who fall down before you and fervently cry: Deliver us from da…
I've been meaning to write some blog entries about life in the Orthodox Church and how it gets lived out at home and in ordinary life outside of the Church services. This will likely take more than one blog post. So, here I go.
Tonight is Saturday evening. Liturgically, Orthodox Christians follow the same reckoning of time as the Jews did (in the Bible)...and there was evening, and there was morning, the first day, etc. In other words, the new day starts at sunset. Practically, this means that Saturday evening is holy time. We start our Sunday worship by attending Vespers/Vigil (evening prayers) on Saturday evening. In our parish this happens at 6:30 pm. in various places it's done differently (In some parishes, Matins is prayed on Sunday morning before the Divine Liturgy is served.), but for us, part of the Matins prayers at tacked on to the back of the Vespers service, so that we are usually praying until almost 8 pm. This includes a Matins gospel reading, which is a…
I haven't really found anything interesting to blog about lately. I've just been busy keeping house.
The good news is, I've upped my dish washing habit a notch, and now I'm much mor likely to do up the supper dishes than leave them for the next day. I find it's easier to attack a meal's worth of dishes, or half a day's worth of dishes, than it is to leave them all for at once. So, there's a shred of order and beauty being added to my day.
On the sewing front, I've got a couple of skirts cut out...actually they are "makeovers". What I mean by this is that I find a jumper (in this case one that's too big for me now and not a flattering length, and I cut it off under the armpits and add an elastic waist for a long skirt. Very comfortable and flattering.
While I was cleaning out the girl's room I found a regency style dress in very light blue light weight denim (or is it chambray?) that they did not want. I'd made it as a mo…
Oh, I could use some joy in the Holy Spirit right about now! Comforter, comfort me! ...all of it.
I'm convinced that I (and my family) are put on this earth so that others can be glad in their blessings and grateful that they are not us.
Did I mention that I struggle with depression? Oh, yeah. Time and time again. I sure wish there was an apple cider vinegar depression cure. (Seems to cure everything else, so why not?)
I'm being a good person and staying off carbs and sugar (as per doctor's orders), eating lots of fresh veggies etc., and I'm on my guaifenesin (which scientific genetic study has recently been published to the cheering vindication of all guai users and those who have known all along that fibromyalgia is genetic) and I'm taking a multi-vitamin and a B-complex each day. And I'm off caffeine.
And. I. Am. Barely. Functioning. My energy levels are SO LOW. (Please don't spam me with suggestions that I take a certain herb or drink Kombuch…
Sometimes a mom's just gotta be a harda$$. You register for an online computer game and IGNORE THE AGE RESTRICTIONS...you are SO grounded from the computer for WaYYYYYY longer than YOU think is reasonable. (Even though if you'd have ASKED, one of us would have been happy to sign you up, kiddo.)
You don't like dinner OR a peanutbutter jelly sandwich? Well then, enjoy your rumbly stomach, kid.
Your BORED???? OK, Kid, howsabouts doing some laundry!
I tend to discount many of the activities and things that I do. Some of them are too ordinary...you know, like washing dishes, or fixing a meal. And some of them are one-of-a-kind. Some take a long time, and some are moments.
My big fault is that I see the grace and beauty on other women's blogs and I compare it to the drabness and everydayness of my own life (and blog) and I get discouraged.
So, here's what I have done this week:
Prayed with my family each evening. Prayed with my kids each morning. Read my Bible. Washed dishes. Made meals. Gone to the grocery store for snack items for VCS and a sleepover. Arranged child care for my kids while I was in surgery. Had numerous doctors appointments. Swift sneaky trip to fabric store. Sewed two head-coverings. Surgery! (Submitted to, not performed) Took some pictures. Read blogs. Wrote on blogs. Took a nap. Got upset at husband. Asked forgiveness later. Took kids to library. Lead two days of singing time at Vacation Church School. Made reco…
1. I hate listening to music unless I'm in the car. 2. Can't stand long soaky baths, bubble or otherwise. Washing is best done via as quick a shower as is humanly possible to take. 3. In winter, at night, I must be covered in pounds of blankets. Must be heavy. One little electric blanket, although warm, would be entirely inadequate in the winter time. 4. Must have coffee in the morning, even if it's decaf. Exception: Before Eucharist. 5. Toenails are not to be clipped, they are to be picked at. 6. I suspect I'm growing to be a bit hard of hearing. Probably due to too much loud music in the car.
in which I've been asked to reveal all the secrets of my life. Auuuuuugh. You are about to witness the most horrify sights, should you read further. And seeing them, you will understand my tendencies towards lunacy and depression.
So, without further ado, here's my fridge. It is too small. Much, much too small. This is after a week of eating and we still don't have enough room in there. And check out the very cool gorilla-tape shelf fixes. Things only fall out every other time we open the refridgerator door.
And here are some dishes waiting to be washed. My kitchen is never perfect. That's why I'm a flylady dropout.
And here's the toilet. Raw, and uncut. Fortunately the lid was closed, otherwise, I'll bets would have been off.
Here's the closet. Not too bad.
Shoes. In pile. Behind closet door.
I like the back yard with garden, especially now that it's freshly mowed.
My favorite spot depends on what time of day it is, what the weathe…
A goose had to cross the road, and chose to do so right in front of my car. The road was very busy, and that goose caused quite a traffic back-up. But I had the pleasure of watching it's leisurely waddle. This brought me much unexpected joy, as I had been driving along and feeling rather tired and stressed out.
That goose seemed so content. He (or she) took his time. And got across the road safely. While all the humans in their big stinky cars had to wait.
I truly feel blessed today. God granted me the energy for VCS singing time. I was worried about it. My fingers are sore, and yesterday I was having trouble making the chords to make my guitar sound good, but today I was able to do it. And no back pain or hip pain either!
So, God sustains us. We should remember that. Not just in extraordinary circumstances, but every minute of every day. He keeps us alive and no matter what, we depend on Him.
I think if you've been blessed with lots of energy, you should give thanks to God for it, and if you are ill, you should do what God commands, and "Be still and know that I am God."
that I've gotten bogged down in my Bible reading challenge. I resolve to take my Bible to the pool this afternoon and keep reading it, while the kids swim.
Also I wanted to send out apologies to all you who read my blog and are not all that interested in instructions on making silly hats. I'll try to write something more interesting soon.
It's just so darned HOT that my brain doesn't work well. And, I've been focusing on being busier around the house, keeping the kitchen clean, etc. That does not make for anything interesting to blog about, that's for sure. Neither do trips to the pool or grocery shopping. Sigh. I spent 250 dollars at the grocery store yesterday. Can you believe it? Hopefully all the food will not be gone in a week, but the kids do seem to eat more than they used to. Meanwhile I try to eat less, but it doesn't seem to balance out.
I should get back into reading those Scriptures. Perhaps something blog worthy will come to me then…
This one is made from a lacy crocheted thrift store sweater. It's silk. And the crochet did not ravel. I handled it gently, and sewed the pieces together with a straight stitch and then zig zagged the edges. Like always.
In the back, I put a little bit of elastic on this one, and the front brim is stitched in place.