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I love to garden. I love to eat. I love to enjoy the seasons. And home is where my heart is!

The Green, Green Grass of Home

We whipped up some “official supporter” t-shirts as thank-you gifts for the people attending our vision dinners this month.  We thought we’d do a nice, spring-full-of-hope-and-brightness version, rather than the ever popular black t-shirt (and because people have been requesting it).   We decided on a bright white with Heaven Fest green (aka Jeanie-green) print.

Here is the green we had in mind.

 

www.heavenfest.com

See the groovy-70s green above?  That slightly yellow-er green that matches my computer???  Uh-huh.  That was the green I was expecting.

Here is what we got. 

 

It was such a unique green color I thought the t-shirt guy (who is w o n d e r f u l to us, btw) had invented it!  I think I’ll call it: Longmont Green.

But leave it to Stef and Wrex to turn it into a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day fashion statement.  They really did look bright and beautiful at our family dinner for Wrex’s wRunzas night!  You can hardly tell Stef is pregnant (due 8/9/10…how cute is that??), but Wrex is showing a little more.

 

How did Stef manage to match that Longmont green?  She is good!

We ate Runzas, aka Nebraskan Mystery-Meat Sandwiches, now known as Wrex’s wRunza’s and plopped on the couch for a family photo (everyone is there, but sadly you can only see Tredessa’s legs on the right, Rocky’s knee and Jovan’s pregnant belly on the left…guess we should have checked that…?), and ate lots of delicious desserts (Stef made 2 rolled ice cream cakes: a Reese’s PB and a mint-chocolate and Stormie did Andes-Mint-style Brownies)! 

Most everyone wore green (although I have never seen so many clashing shades of it in my life), so we pinched each other just because anyway. 

 

I call this portrait: Two bald guys in the kitchen.

Our planned entertainment of timing Jovan’s contractions was not to be.  But the grandbebes kept us laughing and the ‘wRunzas’ turned out, so it was a good night.

 

  

It’s not THAT KIND of snow!!!

Yes, it is snowing today – the day before spring.  But simmer down, people.  It has been warm.  It is not here to stay.  Do you know why it is here??? 

To make everything GREEN!

Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!

Romans 15.7 The Message

I can live with that!

God spoke: “Earth, green up! Grow all varieties of seed-bearing plants, Every sort of fruit-bearing tree.” And there it was. Earth produced green seed-bearing plants, all varieties, And fruit-bearing trees of all sorts. God saw that it was good. It was evening, it was morning— Day Three.

Genesis 1.11 The Message

Grandbebes A-to-Z

A is  for Averi

   

Averi is sprouted ponytails and bananas and cream oatmeal with blueberries on the side.  She’s “I’ll do it myself” in her big girl panties and scrunchy-faced smiles.  Averi is red-flannel pajamas and cheeks that won’t quit.  She’s “Rocky?  Rocky!” when calling for her beloved daddy’s attention and she is 2 going on 32.  Already a pro at being a bit of a sassy, independant and directive firstborn, new baby Rhoades (due any second now) will already have her life’s itinerary planned out for her…by Averi.

But oh when she stops to have a little conversation and thens melts into you with a committed hug, {sigh} Averi…what a surprise!

G is for Gavin

  

G is for Gavin who is growing up fast.  He is all boy and football and friendship and freckles.  He has loose teeth and thick hair and he’s white, but that kid can jump!  He is responsible and organized and such a wonderful big brother.  He is 6 and he’s 1st grade and he holds my heart and my confidence like no other.  He is the firstborn, the firstfruit, the heir to it all.  Zealous and hard-working, he is always ready to tear into whatever project I have wondered about starting with his “let’s get to it” attitude.  And he said to me last Sunday, “Nonna, I sure wish we had some garden tomatoes.  Maybe this week we should start gardening?”

The boy is a genius, I tell ya!  He knows the best of everything and loves tomatoes like me!

G is for Guinivere

  

I love the flower girl.  And that is my Guini.  She tip-toes through the tulips and petunias and orange daylilies  right into my heart.  We play school and she ever-so-meticulously colors hers papers until there is not a naked spot left or until the washable Crayola marker she is using has run completely out of ink!  And while she works on her masterpiece, she peppers me with the important things in her life.  “Hey, Nonna, can I watch some Sprout when I’m done with this?”  “Hey, Nonna, can I have some popcorn?  Oh wait – do you have crackers?  I LOVE crackers!”  “Hey, Nonna, we got a trampoline and I can jump really high.”  

And a couple of weeks ago when I asked her if she got to eat some of the Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse I had sent to her house (leftover filling from Jovanie’s cake).  She clarified, “The cookies in pudding?”  An oversimplification, if I do say so, yet she warmed my heart with her enthusiastic review, “Oh, it was TASTEEEEE!!” 

G is for Gemma

  

For Gem-Gem, not only is everyone she meets her newest and bestsest friend in the world, everyone she meets is also an audience for her interpretive dancing, for she lives to make people smile with her art.  But not “Miss Hannigan.”   “I don’t like Miss ‘Cannigan’, Poppa.  Miss ‘Cannigan’ is a bad person,” her little voice quivers in fright as she speaks of the orphange-woman in the Annie play.  Gemma is spunky and two, a little lamb and a tiny dancer.  She is cuddly and independant and will smile for any reason she can find.  She performs and she sings “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow,” with arm flailing exuberance.

She is our own Annie, our very own Fancy Nancy with maybe a smidge of Pippi Longstocking mixed in!  She makes my heart giggle!

H is for Hunter

  

Hunter’s a thinker, a little guy who reasons big.  He’ll argue his point until you give in by sheer exhaustion.  He is right when he’s right and right even if he is not.  He is as smart as a whip and smarter than most adults.  He will call you on every inconsistency, hypocrisy and duplicity.  The kid is cute and loves his cousins, his mama and the world.  He has already planned his life’s path to fly mission supplies around the world where he will be able to speak all languages fluently and touch the world for Jesus.  He is currently in love with theater due to his poppa being in Annie and enjoys theatrically answering “yes” questions with a big, long, loud, “You’re daaaaaarn tootin’!” 

When I said I needed to snap some photos for a blog post I’d written about them all, Hunter turned to Gavin with the wary look and said, “That’s what she always says.”  Hunter is the Little Prince, wise beyond his years, fit to rule the kingdom.

Soon?  Our alphabet will be turned upside-down with a brand-new bebe!  Any second now…

“Seasons may change, winter to spring…”

Seasons may change, winter to spring

He sings.

But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

She sings.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

{deep, satisfied sigh}…Sun.  Spring.  Green (remember St Patrick’s Day!  CLICK HERE)! 

NOTE:  Videos from the movie “Moulin Rouge,” which I was not cool enough to like…at all.  But there is some great music in it!

Jumping Ahead

Daylight Savings Time.

I prefer to think of it as jumping ahead, or springing forward rather than “I’m losing an hour.”  I actually like to get where I am going as early as possible, so this works for me.

But as for “saving daylight?”   Like manna, you get what you get in a 24-hour period.  You can’t really save daylight.  You just get what you can use today.  Tomorrow there’ll be more.

The coffee in my cupboard – a list

COFFEE

I love coffee, but I am not a coffee snob.  I mean, I grew up in the Folgers era and still like their commercials (plus they signed Danny Gokey on for a jingle contest, so, you know).  I love Starbucks, but I grab coffee from McD’s and Del Taco sometimes, too.  I mostly like like it plain, black and piping hot, but occasionally imbibe the icy Caramel Frappucino as dessert.  And I prefer the bold, strong blends, although while in Maui 2 years ago, I became thoroughly addicted to the gentle Kona.  I know these things:

  • I love the smell of the house as it brews and the morning ritual of it means more to me than the flavor of it.
  • Enjoying it with friends at a shop in the middle of any day is a major treat.
  • Some people take it all way too seriously.

Those things said, here are the coffees I had to choose from this morning when I opened my cupboard:

  1. Great Value Decaffeinated.  Why ever do de-caf?   The CAF is what makes it great.  But because I am a caring person, I keep a can around.  Some people prefer it.  But I must not be that caring or else it wouldn’t be Wal-Mart’s “Great Value.” 
  2. Archer Farm’s French Vanilla.  This is Stormie’s coffee of choice.  She adds all the cream and sugar and gooeyness to it she can.  I am not a fan, really, and sadly whenever she brews it, my next pot of plain. black coffee is French Vanilla, too.  It lingers.
  3. Archer Farms Pumpkin Pie Spice.  Dave bought this for me because I do go a teensy-bit crazy over Starbucks’ Pumpkin Spice Lattes when they arrive each fall.  Here at home, though, I drink it black and though the picquant is pleasing, still, it does rather pale to the cream and sugar and whip-cream-on-top version.  But drinking it this morning as I write, that seems appropriate.  For it is sunny and bright and spring-y and not the warm, heavy comfort drink of autumn.
  4. Folger’s Classic Roast Instant Coffee.  Why?  Well, have you seen the library episode of Seinfeld?  The one with the library investigator, Mr Bookman?  He made a compelling case for having a jar.  So I complied.
  5. Barnie’s Coffee and Tea Company Santa’s White Christmas.  It is a bit much.  It has actual white chocolate shavings in it and vanilla, I think.  It smells wondrous while brewing, but I almost always regret drinking it.
  6. Boyer’s Coffee Supreme Blend’s Rocky Mountain Thunder.  From our very own, local coffee company, a really dark roasted, rich and strong brew.  My current coffee of choice almost everyday.

Inventory complete.  For now.

Library Investigator Scene: Mr Bookman

Note to self:  More coffee out with friends!  And kids.

St. Patrick’s Day Blustrification

The 2 Movies You MUST Watch for St. Patrick’s Day Celebrating~

THE QUIET MAN {1952}

If you can see one and only one movie during the month of March, I must insist, for your own good, that it be The Quiet Man starring John “the man” Wayne and Maureen O’Hara.  Oh yes.  I must insist.

John Wayne plays a disgraced American boxer who returns to Ireland to reclaim his homestead.  Maureen O’Hara plays the part of a poor, young maiden/”spinster” who catches his eye.  The movie follows the tension-filled and spicy relationship that forms between them as they both struggle to maintain control while her brother tries to keep them apart.

There is a cast-full of charming villagers, the matter of a dowry, advice on the duties of a married wife, some kissing and a slap, a kiss in the rain at a graveyard (note John Wayne’s nice silk shirt), Maureen O’Hara’s enviable red hair, the wedding night and the broken bed, a drunken brawl that has everyone placing bets,  the townspeople helping the Reverend look good, and the importance of a good Matchmaker. 

John Wayne is beautiful in this one, a perfect mix of testerone and tenderness, manliness and mild-mannered good graces.  And don’t forget the shirt and the kiss in the rain!!!   Watch for this fun line from the Matchmaker: Impetuous!

 

Just see it.   Really and GOD BLESS ALL IN THIS HOUSE!

 

FAR AND AWAY {1992}

If you can see only two movies during the month of March, the second must be, without question, Far and Away starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman.

Though pretty much critically panned, it is majestic in its’ panorama taking us from Ireland to New York during the great days of immigration in the late 1800s and finally to the legendary Land Race of  the Oklahoma-territory.  Add to this beauty, Tom, playing Joseph and Nicole, playing Shannon, as the poor potato farmer thrown together with the sassy, well-to-do land lord’s daughter and the adventure begins!  Attempting to hide their growing attraction under the cover of hostility, the movie spans thousands of miles and many months culminating in the grand feel-good scene at which two of the movie’s taglines hint:

“They needed a country big enough for both of their dreams.”
and
“He left behind everything he knew for the only thing he ever wanted.”

Ron Howard directed and I love the history it reveals, but it is really about the story, the relationship between a red-headed Irish girl and a hard-headed boy, and about a dream.  See it.  Seriously. 

6 Other Movies with a Bit ‘O the Irish in them:

WAKING NED DIVINE {1998}  What if you won the lottery and then died from the shock of it? Cute, charming and set in a tiny Irish village of less than 50 people.  THE SECRET OF ROAN INISH {1994}  “It’s a beautiful story.”  AUGUST RUSH {2007} starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers who is Irish and very cute and some girl.  Beautiful movie about music and sound and song and love…THE FUGITIVE {1993} starring Harrison Ford has an “escape” scene in Chicago’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade which is helpful to him…  THE COMMITMENTS {1991} I haven’t actually seen, yet, this movie about a band in Ireland, but have it on order from Netflix because I hear it is good…  ONCE {2006} A quiet, beautifully melodic story that takes place in Ireland.  For the music alone it should be seen more than once!

 

 

Three Meals You Can Eat~

 

Lucky Charms for breakfast.  Corned Beef Sub for lunch.  Runza {aka Nebraskan Mystery-Meat Sandwiches} for dinner. 

 

The clothes you could wear.

 

  

 

4 Fun things to do.

 

Kiss an Irishman.

Read The Scarlet Feather by Maeve Binchy

Get an Irish-themed tatoo.

 

Attend the 48th Annual Denver St. Patrick’s Day Parade on March 13th at 10am

http://www.denverstpatricksdayparade.org/

No, I am not Irish.  But I do watch The Quiet Man once a year and I am making Wrex some Wrunzas and wearing green on the 17th ~ which makes me pretty darn blustrificating, if I do say so myself!

Blustrification: the action of celebrating boisterously

Hello, Sunny Days…

Hiya, sweet breath of spring with blue skies and a few puffy clouds.  You tempt and entice me with your wicked ways and words.  Balmy breezes float through my open door.  Your sun sizzles and makes me bare my feet and roll down my windows letting the wind whip my hair.  You’ve sent birds to serenade me, you’ve wooed me with your warmth.  In turn, I am wrapping myself in bright yellows, corals and lime greens to celebrate this heady, hot and sunlight-kissed morning.

But you won’t stay, will you?  Forecast for tomorrow?  More cold and snowy rain.

Spring is a tease.

Cake Buns

Baby Bottom Cake

Or Diaper Cake

 

Or Butt Cake

Or Can Cake

  

Or  Baby-buns Cake

Or Bottoms Up Cake

  

Or whatever.

5 pounds of MM Fondant (I am such a novice and not a sculptor, but people like fondant), over almond-bouquet buttercream over dark fudge chocolate cake (2-layer), filled with Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse.  Created the baby’s bum and chunky legs from Rice Krispie treats because the thought of wrapping cake pieces made me hyperventilate.  Averi’s feet were my inspiration.

Did it for Jovan, with love, as we anticipate new Baby Rhoades, to-be-born in 2 weeks. 

Ruth 4. 15 For [my] daughter-in-law, who loves [me] and who is better to [me] than seven sons….

Neither Tredessa nor Averi could resist tickling the feet.  The main cake, for size reference, is a 12″ cake, about 4″ high.  So the baby is sort of a month or so old maybe, but with big feet?  I don’t know…ever-so-slightly life-like in size…?

In Like a Lamb

I HAVE HAD IT WITH WINTER!

I have maintained a fairly optimistic and positive viewpoint about winter this year, especially in light of the fact that we do live in Colorado and usually have very mild winters.  But this one has been too long.  Yes, I know other states have had it worse.  But two of Colorado’s snowiest months are October and March.  And since I have seen it snow in September and drop 50-degrees in 2 hours and snow in May then …aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh!!!!!    I can’t take anymore!  I mean it!

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If March freaking goes out like a lion (as my 2nd-grade teacher predicted would happen when March 1 has these lamb-like qualities and I always found her to be truthful and honest), I am going to scream bloody murder.  I need hot sun.  I need April showers and May flowers.  I need spring.

UPDATE 3.02.10~Oh.  So, good.  We are going to be in the 50s all week.  Fine.  I have  been heard.  Gavin told me Sunday he thought we should try to do some gardening this week and I think he is right!  Little man after my own heart…

Cake Day

It’s a  cake day” definitely does NOT have the same meaning for me as it does for most people.  “Cake day” for me means I am doing a special-events-celebratory-by-request-decorated cake.  Each one of these has the potential for great disaster.  Never more than this one I will be attempting today and tomorrow.  I have researched similiar cakes to this (diaper-cake) design, requested by my beautiful Jovan.  I have found 57 photos.  3 are cute.  ONLY THREE!  The rest are hilarious disasters.  {shaking my head} We shall see…But for Jovanie (who once talked me into a Barbie cake!!??…see below)?  Anything!

 Read more about THIS here…

But o, what a glorious morning.

I am playing my Three Dog Night’s Greatest Hits on the turntable – yes!  NOT an MP3, an actual old-fashioned LP record – VINYL, people!  Good times!  The slight scratchiness adds to the experience.

Did Paul Williams (who had sort of a froggy-puppet look) write good lyrics or what?

Just an old-fashioned love song playin’ on the radio
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone promising they’ll never go
You swear you’ve heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on
No need in bringin’ `em back,
`Cause they’re never really gone
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I’m sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin’ down in 3-part harmony
To weave our dreams upon and listen to each evening
When the lights are low
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feeling that we’ve come to know
You swear you’ve heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on and
No need in bringin’ `em back,
`Cause they’re never really gone

It is a brilliantly sunny day and just as I was about to toss some onions from the produce drawer (the last of 2009’s onion bounty from my own garden) because they are starting to sprout, I realized it is not too early to go push them into the garden soil where they will grow for this year!  Happy!  Happy!  Happy!  Almost made me forget I can’t breathe and my throat hurts and (after 2 weeks of this) I have to go to the doctor’s office later.