Near us, there is a church ministry that collects expiring food from Publix and Trader Joes, packs them into boxes, and sells the boxes for six dollars. She packed it really full this time for me. Everything on the list I got for six dollars. And the two items that still had prices on them added up to $7.60. All I need for this week is eggs.
Cuban baguette (TJ)
small dinner rolls
hot dog buns
sandwich loaf (TJ)
chicken meatballs (TJ)
grilled chicken with tortellini (TJ)
Chicken salad (TJ)
uncooked chicken quartres (TJ)
shredded carrots
Country Italian salad (TJ)
2 bags of cut apples (TJ)
bunch of bananas (Publix)
Romaine head
Iceberg head
cabbage
orange bell pepper
zucchini
Hormel Chili
Fruit Cocktail (Publix)
Tuna
A gallon of milk
Gourmet cheddar cheese (TJ)
Chocolate pudding (TJ)
Long apple strudel (publix)
2 jalapeno ranch sauce cups
2 hot sauce cups
For the Lord God is a Sun and Shield; the Lord bestows {present} grace and favor and {future} glory {honor, splendor, and heavenly bliss}! ~Psalm 84:11 Amplified Version
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Fried Chicken and Macaroni and Cheese
I tried my hand at southern cooking for my husband yesterday: made fried chicken for sunday evening dinner. Not only did I try two new recipes, I also had two friends over for dinner. Oops.
The macaroni and cheese turned out ok, I wasn't pleased with the result, but Daniel assured me it tasted great. I just like my cheese mixed in more.
The fried chicken....
The coating was bland, and (having never fried anything before) I had no idea how long it would take. I didn't cook it long enough to get cooked to the bone, so I served my friends and husband raw chicken with a crispy coating.
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Dinner Flops and Successes
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wedding

May 22, 2010, Daniel and I were joined together in holy matrimony by his father in the presence of God and 150 of our friends and family.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The Joys of Teaching
I love the kids I teach. "Miss Greta, when you get married, do we have to call you Mrs. Greta?"
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
God is Good
I am getting married! At what point does it ever sink in? When do I feel old enough to have my own house and a husband? For 21 years I've lived with my parents, and for almost as long as I can remember, I've been in school. In 4 and a half months, all that will change. Thank goodness God never changes! And thank goodness He convinced me to attend college and to marry Daniel! God is good.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
How Would You Respond if...
a gay guy told you, "Your boyfriend is CU-UTE!"?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sweetness of Babies
Today I had two very sweet and special moments with each of my nephews. First I held my youngest nephew, who is less then two months old, while he slept. He was happiest while held close with both arms wrapped around him. He nuzzled, smiled, and fussed a wee bit in his sleep. When he opened his eyes on occasion, he'd smile up at me as I crooned, then rub his face in my shoulder before going to sleep. I had a hard time surrendering him when he was hungry and ready to eat!
My oldest nephew, who is almost 2, has found a favorite hobby in sitting in my lap while I paint. He gently lifts the tubes of watercolors out of their box, naming the colors that he knows, and hold the tube up to me when he doesn't know the color. Today he learned white and pink! Other times he scribbles on a scrap of paper next to my painting. As a special treat, I load my brush up with paint and let him scrub it around on his drawing. Even when he is tired of art, he will still sit in my lap quietly and open and close whatever bottle I give him.
My oldest nephew, who is almost 2, has found a favorite hobby in sitting in my lap while I paint. He gently lifts the tubes of watercolors out of their box, naming the colors that he knows, and hold the tube up to me when he doesn't know the color. Today he learned white and pink! Other times he scribbles on a scrap of paper next to my painting. As a special treat, I load my brush up with paint and let him scrub it around on his drawing. Even when he is tired of art, he will still sit in my lap quietly and open and close whatever bottle I give him.
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The Grace of Home
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