Archive for: The Simple Things

Why Mondays Get Such a Bad Rap

Who likes Mondays?  For those of you who have a job you love or are working towards something wonderful, Mondays may seem wonderful…but really, after a lovely weekend home with my hubby, Mondays just don’t compare.

On top of that, don’t all of the weirdest things happen on Mondays?  I mean, those kinds of things that would never happen on, say, a Thursday?  This morning was, in one word, a Monday…

…face washed, makeup on, teeth brushed, pinning up my hair (nothing fancy, mind you).  I had a bobby pin in my hands/teeth trying to pry it open and it snapped closed, popped out of my grasp, and landed in my coffee cup.  Yup.  Plopped right in there.  Yes, there was still coffee in it.  No, I didn’t fish it out.  Two inches in diameter and that little pin decided to land right there.  Impressive, right?  Nope.  Just a Monday.

Hope your Monday was as wonderful as mine….

Cheers,

Sharon

First Week of Wedded Bliss

It hardly seems an entire week has gone by since Zach and I walked down the aisle and said “I do” to forever together.  Despite there being little change to our daily lives, there is something inherently wonderful about being married and being a wife.  Something as simple as a smile is now different – it’s deeper and lingers longer (and makes me happier).  Spending time together has that much more meaning – it is truly sharing your life with your spouse and that is not something that can be compared.  Then, there’s being called “wife” – I’m telling you, that, I cannot hear enough (even when it’s in a teasing manner).

Tonight we “celebrated” our one-week “anniversary” by sitting outside and chatting while Duke hung out in the yard, getting into something or another, cooking a simple meal (spaghetti) and watching a movie we both have wanted to see (Trouble with the Curve).  It’s amazing to sit quietly and laugh with the one you love.  It’s even better when that someone is the person to whom you’ve committed to spend your life, and and it sure put a smile on my face.  The simple, everyday things that don’t cost a thing.  Talk about a perfect night and a wonderful first week of marriage.  Nothing crazy, or catastrophic or even anything out of the ordinary – and that’s why it was perfection.

As a side note, Trouble with the Curve was wonderful, we both liked it.  A little funny, a little sad and a wonderful ending.  Not to mention that I love Amy Adams and Clint Eastwood.  I’d call this a family movie and I recommend it 🙂

Cheers,

Sharon

Coffee from Heaven

Seriously, this stuff is what God drinks on his Sunday mornings…it’s heavenly.  It’s coffee with whipped cream.  It’s perfection.  It’s smooth, light, slightly sweet and the perfect thing to start your day – maybe even your Easter Sunday…

So here’s how it goes (it’s simple).  First, make whipped cream – I truly don’t recommend doing this unless you’re prepared to make whipped cream for the rest of your life.  You’ll never want store bought again.  Okay, you’ve been fairly warned.  First, you need heavy whipping cream.  Per every pint of cream, I’d add a heaping tablespoon of powdered sugar.  Add a tsp. to a Tbsp. of vanilla, if you like (I do).  Then – I suggest using your electric mixer (if you don’t have one, I suggest you buy one – I love my Cuisinart hand held for this).  Mix on medium to high until soft peaks form.  This will take a few minutes…and maybe a few more minutes.  In fact, while you’re mixing with your wonderful electric mixer, I’ll tell you the little story about our first brush with homemade whipped cream……

It was Thanksgiving a few years ago, and we were all gathered at my in-laws place.  We also had friends down and friends coming over for dinner – there were thirteen of us (seven of whom were women – just to put this into prospective).  I had made a homemade pumpkin pie and figured I might as well make homemade whipped cream.  Well, in packing for this holiday weekend, I had indeed included everything – even the kitchen sink.  So, in an effort to lighten our load, I asked my mother-in-law if she had a mixer.  She said yes.  Turns out, no.  Said mixer had been loaned and never returned.  Not having learned this until arriving, we were stuck hand-whipping our homemade whipped cream.  All seven of us women took turns (and each of our arms took turns) whipping up this amazing cream (I think the fact that it was a group effort made all the difference).  Needless to say, the pie and cream were amazing!!  Also needless to say, we were tired.  And laughing, hard.  And smarter for having learned that whipped cream is easier said than done when not using kitchen electrics.  Later that evening, someone (me) have the ever wonderful idea of playing a game.  All the guys left and all the girls gathered ’round the kitchen table.  More laughing ensued (this time, we were laughing while playing dominoes, “train” style – this is a whole other story for an entirely different day, but suffice it to say, there are choo-choo sounds involved).  Then, because coffee is like water in our family, someone made a fresh pot of coffee.  And, someone else decided to dig in the fridge for cream.  Instead, she found the whipped cream and thank goodness she (not me) decided to experiment – I really think she made the world a better place.  We, sitting around the table, with our regular black coffee, all heard this moan of utter satisfaction from the kitchen.  That was it – we were in!  I can’t tell you how many cups of coffee with whipped cream we went through that night, but I don’t think we would have been so drunk if we had consumed the same volume of hard alcohol.  We were delirious…and oh so happy!  And ruined for life.  No more regular coffee.  No more store-bought whipped cream.

So!  By now, your whipped cream should start to be just that – whipped.  The consistency of fluff, or clouds, or fluffy clouds.  The light taste of sweetened cream (I know you’ve tasted it by now, you won’t be able to help yourself).  And, now you are intimately aware of why we use an electric mixer – if it’s taken this long for you to whip by electricity, you can only imagine how long it might take if your arm is the motor.

On to step 2 (this might be three or four, I’ve lost count).  Brew a fresh pot of your favorite coffee (I think the smoothness of French press would be even better!).  You might also consider doing this first, before whipping cream (although, that would really mess up my step order) so that both are ready simultaneously.  I’m tellin’ ya, y’all you’re not going to want to wait.

Get your favorite mug, all the better if it’s big.  Put a dollop of your amazing whipped cream in the bottom, and pour your fresh coffee on top – it’ll get just a bit of wonderful foam on top, too.  Sip.  Ahhhhh…heaven.

Heaven on Earth

Heaven on Earth

Cheers,

Sharon

Good Friday – the Best Friday of the Year

Today is Good Friday.  Not to be confused with Friday being good.  Good Friday.  Today is the day we remember Christ’s sacrifice on the cross to save us from our sins.  The Ultimate Sacrifice.  I remember growing up having this bulletin board in our laundry room.  Mom had about three pieces of paper pinned to it.  One was Attitude (the poem), one was an inspiring quote from a little picture card from Alaska Airlines, and the third was a photocopy of a cartoon.  That cartoon has resonated with me.  I believe that the comic strip was “Wizard of Id” – and it was about Good Friday.  Many, I think, struggle with the idea of Christ dying on the cross as something less than “good.”  This comic strip puts it all into perspective:

A:  I hate the term ‘Good Friday’

B:  Why?

A:  My Lord was hanged on a tree that day.

B:  If you were going to be hanged on that day, and He volunteered to take your place, how would you feel?

A:  Good.

B:  Have a nice day.

Says it all doesn’t it?  I get the chills and tear up every single time I see that comic and every time I think about the kind of love Christ and our Lord have for us…all of us.  It’s so perfect, so complete.  It makes my love for Him grow, too.  We cannot imagine, cannot wrap our minds around that kind of love, not really.  But we know it, we know it in faith, in our relationships with Him.  What hope it gives me.  We are saved.  And we are saved because we are loved.  That makes today a good day.

“Have a nice day”

Cheers,

Sharon

P.S.  Here is a link for this comic strip.  http://facultycommonsslo.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/good-friday-cartoon-bc.png

My First Wedding Post

Okay, confession:  I have all these great ideas, such as writing posts about our wedding, planning, etc. and then become too busy to actually put said ideas into action.  However, today is the first post about our upcoming nuptials!

First, a little about us.  Zach and I have been together for 5 (yes FIVE) years.  For approximately 4.78 of those years, I knew he was the “one” – cheesy as that sounds.  Sometimes, when you know, you know.  So, for the last 4.78 years, I’ve been patiently waiting for a proposal (that’s an exaggeration, I knew it was too early in those beginning years.)  However, I was beginning to wonder about the “when” come last year – time kept passing and I kept thinking, maybe now, maybe now.  Maybe not.  Not one to do things conventionally, Zach found a way to surprise, just when I had begun to give up hope —

Sitting at the airport gate, the empty airport gate, waiting for our flight back to Indiana for Thanksgiving last fall, is where he popped (literally) the question.  I, having traveled all of my life and having been through most any situation involving airports, flights and the like, was adamant about getting to the airport at least two and a half hours early – just in case we were going to be dealing with long security lines, lost reservations, double-booking for our seats, etc. etc. etc.  Surprisingly, Zach didn’t question me and cheerfully showed up on time ready to leave for the airport.  Generally, I’m at least told that I’m a nerd and too worried about things.  True to form, I was wrong about needing such a lead time and we were at the gate in less than 15 minutes from being dropped off.  Right.  Thank goodness Zach had the grace not to mention anything about my miscalculation during the extra two hours we had at the gate.  Whew.  Instead, he decided to start drilling me about my packing.  Did I remember everything?  Yes.  Did you pack clean underwear?  Mmmm hmmmm.  How about socks – have enough of those?  Yup.  Toothbrush?  Sure did – I made a list and crossed EVERYTHING off so I’m sure I packed everything.  You sure you didn’t forget anything?  I’m sure, butthead (my affectionate name for him.)  Pregnant pauseI  know what you forgot.  Now I’m trying to rack my brain to determine (a) what I forgot and (b) how he might possibly know about it.  By the time I realize what’s going on, Zach was already on one knee, pulling out a ring box from his vest, and asking me to marry him.  In all of my infinite ability to quickly adapt (right?), I said…….WHAT?!  (And covered by entire face behind my hands.)  Recovering, and realizing that this is what I’ve been waiting for, I said YES!  Smiling the best smile you’ve ever seen (no exaggeration, it’ll make you weak at the knees) Zach put the ring on my finger.

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I proceeded to enjoy every minute of my new-found euphoria – for the next 14.29 hours or so until the planning began 🙂

Cheers,

Sharon