Oddly enough, my parents divorce has had many relationships in my life stronger and that includes the one with my husband. G has seen me at my absolute worst several times over the last seven months. Yet he has stood beside me in every sense of the word. I cannot imagine him being more patient, understanding and supportive. For that, I am upmost grateful and have found a whole new respect and love for him. I am also determined to protect our marriage at whatever the cost. I never want to take the easy road when things get hard. Life isn't rainbows and butterflies. It is hard. Marriage is hard. It is also one of the greatest blessings in life but like anything you have to work at it. I'm so thankful for God designing us for a partnership with our mate. I cannot imagine life without a partner after having one for four years. There is no one else in this world that I would want to walk step by step in this roller coaster of a life than my G. Thank you for being the most patient man on earth and loving me for me.
Happy Anniversary
This week G and I will celebrate four years of marriage. It is so hard to believe. I guess we are no longer newlyweds nor have we been for a while. I can honestly say I still look back on our wedding day and say it was the best day of my life.... Hopefully G feels the same way, ha. I will never forget the energy, the love and the fun of that day. I wish I could go back in time and soak it all in.
Quiche
This recipe is a variation of a quiche featured in Southern Living this month but no flour or evaporated milk (yuck, that stuff grosses me out). It also makes two quiches and you might as well because those frozen pie crust come in packages of two. We believe in having leftovers around here or one to share. We're Baptist so food curses all.
Two frozen pie crusts
3 large eggs
1 cup milk
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped green pepper
1 lb ground pork or turkey sausage
1 1/2 cup shredded cheese
Salt and pepper to taste.
Cook (brown) sausage in skillet for 10 minutes or until brown. Drain grease but save 1 tbs of grease. Sauté onion and green pepper until tender in saved grease. Whisk three eggs in a mixing bowl and mix remaining ingredients together, divide and pour into frozen pie shells. Bake for 40-45 minutes at 350 degrees.
Tips:
Buy frozen chopped green peppers and onions.
Bake pie crust for 5 minutes before ingredients are poured in. Helps to have a more flakey bottom.
Pot Roast
I have finally mastered Pot Roast in the crock pot! It took some time
but I finally have a recipe that is amazing. It makes the beef so tender that
it falls apart with the touch of your fork. It is a dish G doesn't mind eating leftovers all week. So here it goes….
Ingredients:
1 Chuck Roast
1 packet of Lipton Onion Soup Mix
1 can of Cream of Mushroom Soup
1 cup of water
In crock pot mix together 1 cup of water, packet of Lipton Onion Soup
Mix and can of Cream of Mushroom Soup. Once ingredients are mixed, placed chuck
roast on top of mix and spoon some of the mix over the top of the chuck roast. Cook
on low for 8 hours.
Some people cook their veggies (typically carrots and potatoes) along with their roast and that is perfectly fine to do with this recipe. However, I prefer to cook my veggies separately. In a 9x13 pan, I roast my diced potatoes and baby carrots in extra virgin olive oil along with salt and pepper and sometimes onion in the oven on 350 degrees for 45 minutes. I just prefer the taste and this way all of my food doesn’t taste the exact same. This dish is also paired well with good ole mashed taters and green beans.
Hope you enjoy this good ole comfort meal
I Want to See the SON Even When It Rains
I had an ah ha moment tonight as Oprah would say. So many times lately I've focused on how different my life will look once my parents divorce and all the stuff I will be missing out on. I also think about my relationship with my mom and how drastic it has changed. I allow myself to question if I'm the person she sees me as.
But then tonight I began to think about all the amazing friends I have. They love me for me. The Amy that can be controlling, has to eat every so often, can be a neat freak and a slob, can sleep all day and has to have things a certain way. Yet they still choose to love me. They opted to spend time with me. They take every opportunity to encourage me, to support me, to guide me and to love me. So many people would die to have those friendships. And I have them. Those are the relationships that are going to have my focus.
This year is supposed to be the year I focus on my blessings. As you may remember, for my birthday in September I began a gratitude journal and started writing down something new to be thankful for each and every day. Sometimes I'm not going to lie, I really have to search a little too long for something to be thankful for because the day has been so crummy. I want to change that. I want to continue to see the SON (Son of God) even when it rains. I truly want to train my thoughts to think of all that I have instead of all that I'm lacking.
So hold me accountable friends.
The Roller Coaster Continues
This roller coaster that I’m on has more twist and turns,
highs and lows than any other imaginable. I wish the stupid ride would just
stop. I’ve grown a lot through the highs and lows. A lot of great stuff has
happened lately but there are moments when the lows try to trump all the good.
Take two weeks ago for instance. It had been a great week both
professionally and personally. Then I receive a text from home in Alabama and
it does something to me. I know I need to just let it go and push those
feelings aside but as I am thinking this I am calling that number. The next
thing I know, I am in a fit of range. Words and her actions have attacked my
core once again and I’m attacking back. I’m spewing out words, crying
hysterically and snorting up snot all the while, I am frantically walking
through my house getting ready to host an executive committee meeting. Sadly
this is not the first time this has happened. I think I’ve mastered the act of
“getting it together” after a meltdown and before an important event. That’s
the funny part. I can be poised and pleasant around everyone in the entire
world except this one person. She knows where to go and she goes for it. I on
the other hand, know how to conduct myself and know what I am supposed to do
but no matter what the worst in me comes out. How can someone bring out the
absolute worst about you? You see I know all the right things to say not just
to people but also about my walk with Christ. Let’s be really real…. sometimes
Christians just pick up the lingo without picking up the real meaning of our
words. I really have done a lot of growing the last few weeks and truly felt
some of those right things to say. I’ve made tremendous strides. I really am
thankful for the heartache because of the growth I’ve experienced. I place a
high value on my greater dependence on God. Yet, I can say and feel that but I
spew words like I am Satan himself and I’m not brining any glory to God during
these moments. How do I make it stop? Should I just stop talking to my mom? Yes,
I said my mom. I don’t understand how the woman that gave me life can bring out
the worst in me. I never imagined the hurt she would cause and the anger that
would explode within me. How do I stop this nasty cycle? The only way I see is
to stop talking to her a while. But when is that deemed suitable? The most
peace I’ve experienced is when I am not in contact with her. I know what light
this puts me in. However, I just want to be real. Life cannot always be seen
through rose colored glasses and sometimes we can’t even pretend. As much as I
would like to say that now I get it. Now I have a plan. Now I can hold myself
together. I don’t get it. I don’t have a plan. And as much as I would like to
hold myself together, my track record is not promising. I don’t have an
important message in all of this except for the acknowledgement that I do not
have it all together. I am not always that girl you see at the boardroom table.
And my not so proud moments give me another reason to be thankful for God’s
grace and mercy. Without it I would just be the girl that knows all the right
things to say and feel but would have no one to wipe me clean when I fall into
the dirty pit of despair.
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