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.

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.

The Joys of Teaching

I love the kids I teach. "Miss Greta, when you get married, do we have to call you Mrs. Greta?"

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.

How Would You Respond if...

a gay guy told you, "Your boyfriend is CU-UTE!"?

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.

Resume- A Rant

(excuse the poor poem: it's more feeling then rhythm)

First thing I learned in college:
A Resume is a Must!
No longer was it asked
if you enjoyed something (what a novel concept!)
rather it was,
"Will it look good on the Resume?"

Three years of Student Government
"A good line on the Resume!
Tell me, what did you accomplish?"
I hear a small voice, telling me
my work is done, step aside
"Oh no! The Resume! It will be neglected!"

A welding class
"Ach, can't fit on the Resume,
but telling employers is a must!"
No words spoken
of the tears, the frustration.

A change in jobs taken
because of God-given passions
and the Lord's satisfaction.
All swept aside
"What a good line on the Resume!"

No. I have no need
of a padded Resume.
For marriage I was created
as a helpmate and mother
God is my Resume, and I need no other.