tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82536707929215175342024-03-12T20:19:24.693-04:00'Round the Kitchen TableLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-22081202622308226792017-10-23T05:56:00.000-04:002017-10-23T05:56:11.873-04:00Jack-o’-Lantern Stuffed Peppers<span style="color: #666666; display: inline-block; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Truth is, I've never been much of a Halloween person. Sure, as a kid, I loved the candy -- but Haunted Houses, scary movies and the whole dressing up and traipsing around the neighborhood in the freezing cold (and my recollection was that it was ALWAYS cold on Halloween in NJ!) -- just never really did it for me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; display: block; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px;">These festive Stuffed Peppers are perfect for Halloween!</span><span style="color: #666666; display: block; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Course:</span> Main Course</span><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Prep Time:</span> 25m</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Cook Time:</span> 35m</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Total Time:</span> 60m</span><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Servings:</span> 4 servings, 1 bell pepper each</span><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Ingredients:</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 4 medium orange bell peppers</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 2 tsp. olive oil</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 lb. raw 93% lean ground turkey</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– ½ medium onion <span style="font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px;">chopped</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 clove garlic <span style="font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px;">finely chopped</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 Tbsp. chili powder</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– ½ tsp. ground cumin</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– Ground black pepper <span style="font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px;">to taste; optional</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 (8-oz.) can tomato sauce, no sugar added</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 cup black beans <span style="font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px;">drained, rinsed</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– 1 cup cooked brown rice</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– ¼ cup water</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">– ½ cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese</span></span></span><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"><span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 700;">Instructions:</span></span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">1) Slice stem end off peppers. (Reserve for later use.) Remove seeds and veins from peppers. Cut a jack-o-lantern face out of one side of each pepper. Stand peppers upright in baking dish. Set aside.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">2) Preheat oven to 400º F.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">3) Heat oil in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">4) Add turkey; cook, stirring frequently, for 4 to 5 minutes, or until almost browned.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">5) Add onion; cook, stirring frequently, for 4 to 5 minutes, or until onion is translucent.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">6) Add garlic; cook, stirring frequently, for 1 minute.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">7) Add chili powder, cumin, pepper (if desired), tomato sauce, and beans; cook, stirring occasionally, for 4 to 5 minutes. Remove from heat.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">8) Add rice; mix well.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">9) Fill peppers with turkey mixture. Top with reserved stem end of peppers Add water to the baking dish. Cover with foil.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">10) Bake peppers for 12 to 15 minutes, or until tender-crisp.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">11) Remove stem top of peppers, sprinkle evenly with cheese. Bake for 2 to 3 minutes, or until cheese is melted.</span><span style="display: block; font-size: 12px;">12) Replace tops and serve.</span></span></span><span style="clear: both; display: block; height: 1px; line-height: 1px;"> </span></span></span></span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-17833597067247624832013-04-10T08:15:00.001-04:002017-10-23T06:12:46.142-04:00Just Be Happy<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I have been thinking a lot about this blog lately. Trying to figure out if I should keep trying to maintain it, or maybe start a different and more focused one. I decided to go back and read some of my early posts -- especially the ones I've flagged as</span><a href="http://justbhappy100.blogspot.com/search/label/favorites" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> favorites</span></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> -- to see if I could get inspired one way or another. (By the way, if you have any opinions about the future of 'Round the Kitchen Table, please leave a comment below or </span><a href="mailto:bhappy100@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">contact me</span></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Reading <em><strong>The Philosophy of Nicholas and Sarah</strong></em> put a smile on my face. With my daughter graduating from college in a month, it seemed timely to repost it. So for all you young graduates to be out there, this little story is my gift to you. In my opinion, the "philosophy" has stood the test of time, as the words are as true today as they were 26 years ago. There's no great magic to it. You have a choice when you wake up every day -- just be happy! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Without further delay....<strong><em>The Philosophy of Nicholas and Sarah</em></strong> <em>(originally posted February 19, 2009).</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Did you ever notice that there are some people who have these incredible memories? They remember names, faces, dates, and things like how much they paid for their first car. Those people amaze me, and in truth I'm kind of envious of them for having that treasure trove of memories in their brains. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Over the years I've learned to accept the fact that my memory is pretty bad -- with the exception of those things that I remember like they were yesterday. Like family vacations to Cape May every summer -- and the amazing smell when you walked off the boardwalk into Morrow's Nut House. Or the night I met my husband at The Cask in Boston. Or the time I tripped going up onto the stage to be the magician's assistance at the Knights of Columbus Family Party. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Incredibly vivid memories -- every one of them. But there is one memory I have that I truly believe was a defining moment in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It was spring of my senior year of college, and I was struggling with the "big question" about what I was supposed to do with my life. One of my roommates (and best friend), Michelle and I, decided to go to my parents' house one Sunday afternoon -- probably to do laundry. It was one of the first nice days of spring, and we were sitting in the driveway at my parents' house talking about life and trying to find the answer to the "big question." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The little neighbor girl (whose name I don't remember, so we'll just call her Sarah) was out playing in her yard with her younger brother, Nicholas. Sarah may have been 4 or 5 years old -- and when she saw us in the driveway, she came skipping over to us all giggly and grinning. Nicholas toddled along behind with sticky fingers, a runny little nose (you know the kind that makes bubbles when you breathe) and an enormous one-year old grin. You could tell he just adored his sister as he teetered behind her trying to keep his balance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Hello! What's you're name?" Sarah asked when she got to our driveway. Nicholas just grinned and came over and climbed into my lap. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Michelle and I introduced ourselves, then proceeded to talk to Sarah about all the things that a 5-year old wants to talk about -- dolls, butterflies, clouds, pigtails, pierced ears and the like. Nicholas just kept grinning and occasionally would reach up and touch my nose with his filthy little fingers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All of the sudden, Sarah just stopped talking, and she stood up and looked at her brother, then she looked at us and said, "Nicholas is a cutie pie, and I just wanna hug him." And she did, right there and then she hugged her brother, and the two of them giggled like crazy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It wasn't a minute later that she said goodbye and took off back to her yard, and Nicholas tried to keep up behind her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Michelle and I sat in the driveway laughing about how adorable the two of them were. They didn't have a care in the world, and the most important thing was just being together, making friends and being happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"You know, Lol*, " Michelle said to me, "That's what it's all about. Right there -- that's the secret to life -- just be happy." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We sat silently in the driveway for a few minutes and digested the words -- both of us realizing that plain and simple truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The ride back to Muhlenberg that night was an easy one. All the stress of trying to answer "the big question" was gone, and we just laughed each time one of us would mimic little Sarah's words, "Nicholas is a cutie pie, and I just wanna hug him." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I may still be trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, but fortunately Nicholas and Sarah taught us the best philosophy of life -- just be happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><strong>*Note:</strong> Lol is a nickname I've had since I was a child. My nieces & nephews call me Lolly...and someday I hope my grandkids will call me Lolly and my husband Pop. The nickname came long before LOL meant Laugh Out Loud...but I'm pretty pleased with that acronym. :)</span><br />
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In the shadow of the passing of Lilly Pulitzer, you might think by title that this post would be about her -- but no, it's about my little Easter Lilly.</div>
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It's been a long-standing tradition in my home that Jeff brings me a Lilly in the days before Easter. I love Easter lillies -- everything about them -- the purity of color, the fragrance, and mostly the way they seem to open up and trumpet in celebration of Jesus' resurrection. </div>
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This year, when Jeff brought her home for me on Easter Saturday, she stood tall, with six buds ready to burst. Glorious! </div>
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As always, she was given a position of prominence in the kitchen window where surely we would enjoy her magnificent blooms. Sadly, in the days that followed, we watched as she began to bow down under the weight of her trumpet blossoms, until one day we found her laying on her side -- some dirt from her flower pot spilled onto the sill.</div>
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I tried to prop her up by leaning her against a window box vase, but still she just collapsed -- her stem too frail to hold herself upright. That didn't stop her from blooming though, as one by one the buds opened up beautifully! </div>
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Now almost a week and a half later, I'm encouraged to see that after a week of leaning -- she can stand a little on her own without toppling over. </div>
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</a>In all of our years together, Jeff and I have never seen an Easter Lilly that sagged so sadly. Jeff figures that at the greenhouse, she was probably jammed between a few heartier ones, and didn't quite get the light she needed to grow straight from the start. At some point she probably burst through towards the sun -- bound and determined to make it -- but her stem didn't develop strongly enough to really support her.<br />
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Looking at her today I felt a little tug at my heart. I can't help but wonder if Lilly isn't trying to tell me something. We all need room to grow -- in our own time and at our own pace. There will be times when we'll stand upright -- confident and ready for what the world has in store for us. There will be times when we stumble and fall and we'll need to lean on a friend. <br />
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Through it all, may we never forget to bow our heads and pray...just like little Lilly. <br />
Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-57029022630690653832013-03-17T14:25:00.000-04:002013-03-17T14:25:29.457-04:00O'Potato Soup!The <span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW6IVQnocZY" target="_blank">Celtic tunes</a></strong></span> were playing, the food was plentiful, and the laughs shared among friends were loud and heartfelt. <br />
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In keeping with tradition, last night we had a house full of friends to enjoy a St. Patrick's Day feast with all the fixings -- corned beef and cabbage, carrots and potatoes, Irish soda bread -- and of course, a variety of beers. Friends rounded out the menu with an array of appetizers and an impressive spread of desserts. A true feast!<br />
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Also in keeping with tradition, this morning Jeff made a fabulous corned beef hash that the boys enjoyed with eggs and toast. Yum!! <br />
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I guess everyone is watching their intake of starch these days though -- because we had a ridiculous quantity of potatoes left over this year. So much so, that I had to figure out something to do with them -- they're just too yummy after soaking up all the flavor from the corned beef. I've never made potato soup before, but I figured I would give it a whirl.<br />
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This is definitely NOT your traditional potato soup -- and never, in a million years, did I think my "winging it" recipe would be good enough to blog about -- but this soup was pretty darn good if I do say so myself! Needless to say, I apologize for not having pictures of the process, but it's pretty straight forward. <br />
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Here goes. Let's call it <span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><em>O'Potato Soup!</em></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>You'll Need...</strong></span><br />
1/2 an onion, chopped<br />
2 stalks celery, chopped<br />
About a cup of carrots, chopped<br />
4 cups chicken broth<br />
6-8 potatoes, boiled<br />
About 2 cups of milk<br />
3 Tbs. flour<br />
Pepper to taste<br />
2 Tbs. sour cream<br />
About a cup of corned beef, chopped<br />
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<li>Add onion, celery & carrots to stock pot along with chicken broth. Bring to boil and allow to simmer for about 10 minutes or until the veggies are starting to soften</li>
<li>While it's simmering, take 2 of the boiled potatoes and chop them up into bite size pieces, set aside</li>
<li>Cut the remaining potatoes into large chunks and put into a blender or food processor.</li>
<li>Add the majority of the broth/veggie combo into the blender, leaving about 1 cup (or a little more) in the stock pot </li>
<li>Puree the potatoes & broth until a smooth consistency</li>
<li>In a separate bowl, whisk milk and flour</li>
<li>Add to blender along with sour cream; mix well</li>
<li>Return puree to stock pot and mix with remaining broth/veggies</li>
<li>Add pepper to taste</li>
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If you're not a fan of corned beef, I'm sure you could use bacon.... or no meat at all if you'd rather. That said, the corned beef adds a lot of salt to the recipe, so if you don't use it, I'm sure you'll need to add salt for flavor. </div>
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I used skim milk and light sour cream to try to keep the fat content in check. Plugging all the ingredients into the Weight Watchers recipe builder, it looks like it's about 4 points for a 1 cup serving. Not too bad for such a hearty soup!</div>
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With <span style="color: #274e13;"><strong>St. Patrick's Day</strong></span> quickly approaching, I thought it would be worth sharing the recipe, just in case anyone is looking to make their own this year. <br />
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This recipe is pretty straight forward. Both of my sons made it for their Creative Foods class and the flavor was outstanding! <br />
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We followed the recipe exactly as written, using a cast iron skillet. It definitely needed a few extra minutes baking time to make sure it baked through. Matt reminded me that we when we made it the last time, we deviated slightly from the recipe as written -- using a loaf pan rather than forming into a round and baking on a sheet. The major difference is that with a loaf pan the bread keeps its shape and gets a little "taller." <br />
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No matter how you make it -- beware of sneaky kitties who will try to steal a nibble! <br />
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</span></i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">4 to 41/2 cups flour<br />
2 Tbsp sugar<br />
1 teaspoon salt<br />
1 teaspoon baking soda<br />
4 Tbsp butter<br />
1 cup raisins<br />
1 egg, lightly beaten<br />
2 cups buttermilk<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">1. Preheat oven to 425°. Sift together 4 cups of flour, thesugar, salt, and baking<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">2. Using a pastry cutter or two knives, work butter into flour mixture until it resembles coarse meal, then stir in raisins.<br />
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3. Make a well in the center of the flour mixture. Add beaten egg and buttermilk to well and mix in with a wooden spoon until dough is too stiffto stir. Dust hands with a little flour, then gently knead dough in the bowljust long enough to form a rough ball. If the dough is too sticky to work with,add in some more flour. <strong>Do not over knead!</strong> Transfer dough to a lightly flouredsurface and shape into a round loaf.<br />
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4. Transfer dough to a large, lightly greased cast-iron skillet or a bakingsheet. Using a serrated knife, score top of dough about 1/2'' deep in an"X" shape. Transfer to oven and bake until bread is golden and bottomsounds hollow when tapped with a knife, about 35-45 minutes. (If you use a castiron pan, it may take a little longer as it takes longer for the pan to heat upthan a baking sheet.) Check for doneness also byinserting a long, thin skewer into the center. If it comes out clean, it'sdone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif";">Hint 1: If the top is getting too dark while baking, tent thebreadwith some aluminum foil.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-45526677735261407062012-11-17T11:24:00.000-05:002012-11-17T11:24:26.217-05:0030-Days of Gratitude -- Really? Yes, really.
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love November.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
a month of gratitude – and it gives me great joy to know that at this time of
year people are slowing down to count their blessings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have kept a “gratitude journal” for many
years now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I write in it whenever I am
inspired -- and though I don’t write daily, I do try -- every day – to slow
down for a moment and find something for which I am thankful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the spirit of equality however, I wanted to take a moment
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Take dust for example.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Clean laundry dumped on the floor instead of being folded
and put away. Wet towels in a heap. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An
overflowing bin of unmatched socks. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
while we’re on the topic of laundry – how about the terrible smell of a t-shirt
that’s been left in the washer too long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Why?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Give us working moms a
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dishes piled up next to the sink, when an empty dishwasher
sits right there waiting to be filled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Trash that is left on top of the counter instead of being put in the
wastebasket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Empty milk cartons put back
in the fridge, and cereal boxes left in the cabinet with hardly a teaspoon of crumbs in the bottom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unflushed toilets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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envelopes left on the table that could really just be thrown directly into the
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Checking off the items on your grocery list and realizing
when you get home that you’ve missed one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aggressive drivers and ones that ride your tail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Getting to the dog park and realizing you’re out of poo-poo
bags. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Throw rugs that won’t stay in place even though you bought
the no-skid pad to put underneath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remote controls that don’t work properly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the DVR not recording your favorite show,
because the disk is full with programs you already watched but never
deleted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ugh !!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But the very worst thing of all…the one that brings me to
tears if I think too much about it --- is not being able to sit around and
enjoy time with the people I love whenever I want.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My life has been filled with so many people who make my life
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some are angels watching over
me, others are just a phone call away. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Near or far – I am forever grateful for their
love and friendship. I only wish I could see them all more often. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now I better get back to chasing dust bunnies.</span></div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-4513075092494073302012-02-26T13:42:00.000-05:002012-02-26T13:42:38.103-05:00Cleaning Tip -- The Oven DoorSo I'll admit it, I'm becoming a Pinterest junkie.
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People say it's just another time waster -- and to some extent they're right. It is so easy to get lost in different people's finds. I'm trying to keep my visits in control though -- I visit when I have a few minutes to spare, and I just meander through -- daydreaming about vacation spots and my dream home, and gathering up recipes for things I'll probably never make. It's not a complete waste of time though because at least all the ideas, daydreams and "someday" wishes that I find are being gathered in one central place -- rather than being lost in tides of websurfing!
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Though most of my boards are just random collections, the two that are actually kind of practical are about getting organized and simple DIY cleaning tips.
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Confession #2 -- I'm a wannabe organizer. I have spent countless hours looking at organization websites, meandering the storage container aisles at Target, and watching shows like Mission Organization. I have the best of intentions to put ideas into practice -- but like so many people, I get started but have trouble maintaining it. Pinterest has given me a couple ideas that actually seem doable and I suspect you'll see more from me in the future on how I've applied some ideas at home.
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Confession #3 -- I HATE TO CLEAN MY HOUSE. If there was one thing I could give up forever, it would be housework. I know I could probably just hire a cleaning lady, but with 2 kids in college, and another in high school, that's just not in the cards in the near future. I try all kinds of products that are supposed to make my life easier with cleaning -- but I've just ended up with a shelf full of half-used bottles of products that sort of work.
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On Pinterest I've found a couple "tips" that make it sounds so easy. I think the fact that they're just using basic things like baking soda, white vinegar, salt or ammonia make me feel like somehow if they work -- I've triumphed over the companies that have been selling me all these specialty items over the year. Anyhow, I've gathered some of these DIY ideas on a board, and little by little I'm trying them to see how they really work.
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So here is today's endeavor. I found a posting about "how to clean the glass on the inside of your oven. I clicked on the photo and was taken to this <a href="http://diyhshp.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-clean-oven-glass-it-seriously-is.html">DIY blog</a>, where the blogger posts her before and after pictures.
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I tried it for myself and here's how it worked for me -- the woman who hates to clean. <br />
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My oven door before cleaning (don't judge me please).
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The DIY website I referenced said that after 15 minutes, you could wipe it clean. For me, the grime was definitely loosened, but it still required some elbow grease. I used a green scrubby pad and a handi-wipe to scrub and wipe clean. I would say I scrubbed for about 10 minutes, and then wiped it down with the handi-wipe. My results....<br />
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Not perfect by any means, but WAY BETTER than what I was able to accomplish with the self-cleaning feature of my oven, or even with E-Z Off Cleaner. Heck, you can actually see the tile floor through the glass!! Best part of all, it was done inside a half hour, no fumes, no overheating house...and literally pennies to get it done! <br />
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<strong><em>Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition!</em></strong><br />
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<em>As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift-giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!</em><br />
<em>It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Nearly everyone gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber? Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement. Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American-owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.</em><br />
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<em>Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a Chinese-made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course. There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half-dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint? Remember, folks, this isn't about big national chains -- this is about supporting your hometown Americans with their financial lives on the line, to help them keep their doors open.</em><br />
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<em>How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy? Thinking about a heartfelt gift for Mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day. My computer could use a tune-up, and I know I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running. OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local craftspeople spin their own yarn and knit it into scarves. They make jewelry, pottery and beautiful wood boxes.</em><br />
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<em>Go out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre. Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands. Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another 10,000 Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of lights, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.</em><br />
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<em>You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about "charity begins at home," encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine. THIS is the new American Christmas tradition, beginning in November of 2011 and continuing until we have a job market again!</em><br />
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<em>PLEASE take just a moment and forward this to everyone on your mailing list. Post it to discussion groups. Throw up a post on Craigslist in the Rants and Raves section in your city. Send it to the editor of your local paper, to radio stations and TV news departments. This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn't that what Christmas is all about? </em><br />
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The one idea that I will add -- in this age where so many of us are blessed with more material goods than we could ever possibly need, please know there are hundreds of very worthwhile non-profit organizations that could benefit from even a small donation. Human service organizations such as boys & girls clubs, food banks, hospitals, schools, shelters, etc., provide necessary services to those in need. During difficult economic times, many of these organizations are losing donations -- at a time when they are most needed. A donation made in someone's honor, to an organization they believe in, is a gift that gives tenfold. <br />
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Here's to the start of a happy holiday season!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-33572099345896545482011-11-05T10:58:00.000-04:002011-11-05T10:58:02.637-04:00The Business of Simplicity<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was probably 15 years ago or more, when my kids were still home and toddling around, that I first heard about the concept of simplifying your life. I was in New York City for an escape weekend with my Aunt, and we were browsing the boutiques of SoHo. There, in an eclectic shop filled with books, stationery and accessories for self and home, I found a little book that somehow was calling out to me, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0786882425/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399369&creativeASIN=0786882425"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Living the Simple Life: A Guide to Scaling Down and Enjoying More</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can remember how I was drawn to the very simple design of the book with its square shape, silver cover with very simple lettering. It was flanked on either side by two other books of similar design and concept by the same author, Elaine St. James -- but this one just spoke to me. I was a young mother, overwhelmed by life, so caught up in the day to day, that I wasn't fully appreciating my blessings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I remember thumbing through the book, putting it down on the rustic pine table, browsing around the store looking at funky scarves, stationery, and cocktail napkins -- and then going back and picking it up again. I didn't want to leave without it, but I also didn't want to add another $10 to the sum of books I'd already purchased that I thought would change my life. So the browsing courtship with the book continued for another 10-15 minutes, until finally my Aunt let me know she was continuing on to the next store. </span><br />
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Elaine St. James finally won me over, and my sole purchase for that escape weekend to The Big Apple was the book that, in many ways, changed my life. I couldn't embrace all of the concepts that Ms. St. James introduced, but she helped me re-frame my thinking to cut through the clutter (not just material but emotional as well) so that I could more fully enjoy my day to day living. Til this day I know it was $10 very well spent.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So -- why in the world did this memory of some 15 years ago come to me today and inspire me to write about it? Well, since reading that book, most magazine articles, emails, or books that talk about "simplifying" get my attention. Sadly, very few "solutions" are really what I would really consider simplifying -- they're just costly gadgets and gizmos that (in my opinion) give you one <strong><em>more</em></strong> thing to think about, instead of one <strong><em>less</em></strong>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today's offender comes from the magazine whose name boasts simplicity -- and this section of their website that claims their "mission...has been to make your life easier with smart finds like these." I'm not dissing the item , and truth be told, I enjoy the magazine -- I'm just commenting on the real value of these items from a simplicity perspective.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Real Simple</strong> suggests, "<strong>Travel Shoe Bags</strong> - <span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">After traipsing around town, don’t just throw your shoes in your suitcase. Slip them in these lightweight packing cubes to keep dirt and odors separate from clean clothes." *</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I say, "Really? Now on top of remembering shoes I have to remember a bag to put them in? Can't I just put my dirty laundry in the plastic bag the hotel provides and be done with it?"<br />
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They suggest,"<strong>Tea Bag Buddy</strong> - This handy silicone lid, which has grooves to prevent the tea bag from falling into the cup, not only keeps your brew covered while it steeps, but its deep well also acts as a convenient way to hold the used tea bag." *</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I say, "How about using a spoon and putting the tea bag right in the trash? Who wants to look at a dried up old tea bag anyway? Plus, the odd shape of this little gem is a storage challenge. KISS theory applies."<br />
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They suggest, "<strong>Collapsible Lunch Box </strong>- This innovative food carrier is large enough to bring leftovers for lunch, but also folds down to hold a snack-sized portion as well. When you’re done, flatten the container and toss it into your bag."*</span><br />
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I say, "We have a winner! I like this one enough that I will tell you that <strong>Real Simple</strong> says you can find it at </span><a href="http://www.papersource.com/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">http://www.papersource.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> for $30. I found the </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004ZMWWR8/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B004ZMWWR8" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">a similar one</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B004ZMWWR8&camp=217145&creative=399373" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> at Amazon.com for $23."</span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004ZMWWR8/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=B004ZMWWR8" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&Format=_SL160_&ASIN=B004ZMWWR8&MarketPlace=US&ID=AsinImage&WS=1&tag=agoli01-20&ServiceVersion=20070822" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B004ZMWWR8&camp=217145&creative=399373" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> </span><br />
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They say, "<strong>Pop-N-Go Scarf</strong> - Unpredictable weather can spoil your salon-perfect hairstyle. Keep this water-repellant scarf in your purse at all times and you’ll keep locks frizz-free." *<br />
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I say, "If you've really embraced the idea of living simply, you probably don't have a 'salon-perfect hairstyle.' that you are terribly worried about."<br />
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They suggest, "<strong>Bobble Brush</strong> - When was the last time you really washed that water bottle sitting on your desk? Give those containers a deep clean with this flexible brush designed to fit in and around the hard-to-reach curves on narrow containers."*<br />
I say, "Huh? I love the notion that you have a refillable drinking vessel, but most that I've seen don't require a special brush. Just saying..." <br />
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I don't know, maybe I'm crazy and I took Elaine St. James approach to simplicity a little too far, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if the business of simplicity has gone a little to far.<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: inherit;">*Note: All credit for the retail finds and product descriptives, attributed to Real Simple magazine -- which I really do enjoy, but sometimes I have to laugh at. </span></em>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-79195715724416888952011-06-18T10:26:00.001-04:002011-06-18T10:36:00.153-04:00Hello Old FriendIt's been such a long time since I've even stopped by to say hello here 'Round the Kitchen Table. I'm embarrassed to say that I almost forgot my way. Truth is life has just been swirling around so quickly that I haven't quite known how to fit it all in. I'm making some adjustments though, and hoping to find my way back to dedicated time for writing. There are so many pointless things that I spend time with. I would so much rather spend time here....playing around with words, being inspired by all the people who visit, and whose writing I enjoy so much. <br />
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I am not making promises - not to you and not to me -- but I'm trying. I'm cleaning out the cobwebs. Exercising the mind. Loosening up the fingers so that they can dance around the keyboard. <br />
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I guess that's the wonderful thing about a true good friend...when you get to spend time together you can pick up right where you left off. And whether you get to spend 5 hours, 5 days, or 5 years reconnecting -- each minute is special. <br />
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It is great to see you again old friend. I've missed you.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-34393081095270366712011-03-07T07:28:00.000-05:002011-03-07T07:28:24.876-05:00Inspired...Finally<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I sat down at my computer this morning and looked out my front window across the street at the mountain in the distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There I saw the most wonderful sight...b</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">lue skies peeking out between grey clouds that are quickly rolling out of town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The sight of a classic spring sky made me smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">T</span>hen, lo and behold, <em>I heard birds chirping.</em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Spring is definitely on its way…and just like that, I feel inspired.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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Well -- 2010 has been quite a whirlwind, with the usual day to day of a family of five, plus a college search, some family health concerns, and a job that had my head spinning for months...spinning so fast, in fact, that I launched myself right into a completely new job with a new organization. Yes, this has been a whirlwind year -- and as a result, I've neglected to take time 'Round the Kitchen Table.<br />
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But this morning - on the eve of my favorite holiday - Thanksgiving - I can't help but pause and count my blessings.<br />
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Today and every day, I'm thankful for... <br />
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...the food on my plate, and the roof over my head.<br />
...a job that interests and challenges me, at a time when so many are struggling to find work. <br />
...my friends, who understand and forgive me for not being in touch more often<br />
...and the friends I see regularly who listen patiently, laugh heartily, and are always willing to help me drink a bottle of wine. <br />
...my siblings, aunts and uncle who I don't see often enough -- but I know each and every one of them are there to hold me up if I'm about to fall.<br />
...my husband and children whose smiling faces, brilliant senses of humor, and unconditional love fuel my every move. <br />
...and my parents who provide living proof every day that "love is patient, love is kind....It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails."<br />
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Wishing you and yours a very happy Thanksgiving! Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-33566779574961382262010-08-10T07:13:00.000-04:002010-08-10T07:13:30.338-04:00Let's Talk - Your Favorite ReadsNo. Not more textbook talk. I'm getting ready for a couple days at the beach and am looking forward to spending hours at the water's edge reading. It got me thinking about a possible table talk question.<br />
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<i><b>Imagine that you're downsizing and only have space for five books. What are you top 5 personal library essentials?</b></i><br />
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My answer: Let me just say, it's a joy to know that I would never be faced with that challenge!! Now that I have a <a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/tplclick?lid=41000000031738465&pubid=21000000000287026">Nook</a> I will never have to worry about having space on my bookshelf! It's a beautiful thing. But...for the sake of my question I'll say:<br />
<ol><li>The Bible</li>
<li>Charlotte's Web</li>
<li>Bridges of Madison County</li>
<li>To Kill a Mockingbird </li>
<li>The Shack</li>
</ol>I know it's kind of an odd collection...and I'm sure as others start posting their answers I'm going to say, "oh yeah....I'd want that one too," but these are the ones that come to mind right away for me. <br />
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How about you? Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-79805714956308071162010-08-08T14:16:00.002-04:002013-04-11T08:25:48.874-04:00Saving on College TextbooksIt's hard to believe, but two weeks from today we'll bring our daughter back to school and she'll begin life as a sophomore in College.<br />
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Amy is a pretty organized and responsible kid, so it didn't surprise me when she whipped out her notebook yesterday, and went over the list of things she needs to do in the next two week to get ready to go back. The list included the obvious things, like shopping for dorm stuff and clothes -- but she impressed me when she thought of things like replenishing prescriptions and getting her banking in order. [excuse me while I enjoy a proud mama moment]. The biggest shocker was that she even remembered that she needed to buy her books for next semester! <br />
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Last year, she got very lucky in terms of books. Unlike her friends who shared horror stories of single books costing $150 - $200, her total for the whole year was probably less than $200. I'm not sure what this year will bring, but while she was at work this morning, I thought I would do a little leg work to see what resources were out there to save on textbooks. I was so astounded by what I found, that I wanted to share this with my blog friends, in case you have children who are getting ready to go back to college too. Hopefully this will help you (or your children) keep your hard earned cash in your pockets where it belongs!!<br />
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I just did a quick comparison of four different online textbook resources to see what kind of savings we could come up with. In each instance, I compared the same book - <b>Calculus (Stewart's 6th Edition), hardcover ISBN10:0495011606. <i> List price: <span style="color: #660000;">$224.95</span></i></b><br />
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Here's what I found:<br />
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<b> New Used Rent e-version</b><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Calculus-Stewarts-James-Stewart/dp/0495011606?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Amazon.com </a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0495011606" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> $162.56 varied -- $143.96<br />
<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/textbooks/index.asp?r=1&IF=N&cm_mmc=%27Round%20the%20Kitchen%20Table-_-k287026-_-j32004414k287026-_-Free%20shipping%20on%20all%20Textbooks%20when%20you%20order%20from%20Barnes%20%26%20Noble%21">Barnes & Noble</a> $200.43 $139.18 $ 99.25<br />
<a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/click?lid=41000000032290488%20">Textbooks.com</a> $191.48 $143.61 $ 64.49<br />
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<a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/click?lid=41000000032290487%20">Bookbytes.com</a> $161.80 $114.45</div>
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I'm pretty amazed by the potential savings at <a href="http://clickserve.cc-dt.com/link/click?lid=41000000032290487%20">Bookbytes.com</a> -- but I have to tell you, I'm equally curious about the e-version available through B&N. Having recently received a <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/nook/index.asp?r=1&IF=N&cm_mmc=%27Round%20the%20Kitchen%20Table-_-k287026-_-j31734279k287026-_-Now%2C%20get%20the%20original%20award-winning%20NOOK%20with%20Free%203G%20Wireless%20and%20Wi-Fi%20for%20just%20%24199%21">Nook</a>, I have fallen in love with the idea of being able to carry your library around with you. Apparently though, the Barnes & Noble e-version does NOT need a Nook. There is a free application called <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/nookstudy/index.asp">NookStudy</a>, that you download to your Mac or PC -- then when you purchase your e-books, they're accessible through your computer -- and you're able to highlight, tag and organize content in a way that makes sense for you.<br />
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It's been a long time since I had to study from a textbook, but it sounds to me like it would be a God send for organizing your studies. And with textbooks available at a fraction of the cost, it could really be a great way to save money and work smarter! If anyone has used NookStudy for school, I'd love to hear what you think.<br />
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Since I started my research this morning, Amy has since gotten home from work. So when I told her about the textbook savings deals that I found, she informed me that last year she purchased the majority of her books at <a href="http://half.com/">half.com</a> and also saved a boat load of bucks. The one caveat there was that the books she purchased there were definitely used.<br />
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Out of curiosity, I visited <a href="http://half.com/">half.com</a> to do a 5th comparison, using the same Calc book as my point of reference. They advertised a "best price" of $120.65 -- but it looks like it's more of an auction environment where individual sellers determine the asking price and name the condition. The prices I saw ranged from $120 - $160. <br />
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It's pretty curious really -- with all of these great deals available through the Internet, I wonder how it is affecting college bookstores? I can't imagine why anyone would shop there anymore.<br />
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Would love to know what your experience has been with any of these sites. Happy shopping!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-34326724298806302212010-08-08T07:00:00.002-04:002010-08-08T07:00:01.292-04:00Once Out of Control ...Now LiberatedLike so much of my day-to-day life, lately my email has spun out of control. I used to love to come home from work and check my email to see what funny stories my friends where sharing, or to get caught up in virtual time with a college or high school friend. But about two or three months ago, I realized that I wasn't doing to much of that anymore. <br />
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When I'd come home from work, I'd check my email, and watch as one of 36 or 40 emails would download into my in bin. One by one, I'd watch as the little envelope graphic floated through mid-air, and mail would be collected out of cyberspace. Sadly, after all the downloads were complete, I'd look and realize that most of the mail was nothing more than sale fliers from the stores I've shopped with online, or an occasional newsletter from HGTV or Real Simple magazine. Real Simple is the pretty ironic one -- because for all their strategies to "simplify" they've really managed to muck up my mailbox!!<br />
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Truthfully, I was receiving so much junk mail from stores, that half the time I wouldn't even bother going through my mail at all. I would let the junk email pile up in my inbox the same way that it piles up on my kitchen counter. It was so frustrating to me to try to sort through all the newsletters and ads, that sometimes the "real" mail from family and friends would get lost in the shuffle. <br />
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Well - I've made a bold move to gain back control of my inbox, and I'm trying to use modern technology to make my life easier -- and I have to tell you, it's very freeing. I've unsubscribed from all but the handful of email newsletters that I actually enjoy reading -- and decided to put Twitter to work for me, by following those merchants and websites that I'm interested in following. According to all of the "unsubscribe" message confirmations that I've received, it's going to take a week to ten days for all the changes in subscriptions to take effect, but hopefully before long, my inbox will be mine again! I'll let you know if I see a noticeable change (though something tells me that it is going to be an ongoing battle to keep my inbox in control). <br />
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Admittedly, Twitter can be a little bit daunting at first, but once you get the hang of it, it's pretty cool. Tweetdeck has been a real help for me in trying to sort through it all. I can organize the people/merchants/websites that I'm following by topic, and quickly scan the latest sales, news, magazines, school information, celebrity gossip, etc. to see what's what. No more need to open a zillion emails, delete, save, purge, mark as junk. I log on when I want, see what I want, log off and it manages itself -- and best of all, my mailbox will be mine again! Not too bad. <br />
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There's definitely a risk in what I'm doing -- not everyone has gotten on board with a social media strategy yet, and I'm not on Twitter 24/7, so I might miss a sale or two -- but you know what? That's OK -- no puppies are going to die if I miss out on free shipping from Sports Authority (I seldom shop online with them anyway!).<br />
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In this age of information overload, technology can be a mixed blessing. Information is constantly at our fingertips -- whether through your iPhone or Blackberry, Facebook, Twitter, email or the Internet -- information is coming at us all day, every day. <br />
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In my constant effort to make life more manageable, I'd be really interested to know what are you doing to take control of the information overload monster?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-82563837444603555762010-08-07T08:32:00.000-04:002010-08-07T08:32:55.184-04:00Return from ParadiseI'm laughing to myself because I'm not sure this post is very aptly named.<br />
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I would imagine that when most people think of paradise they conjure up images of blue waters, white sands, palm trees, tropical breezes, and picturesque sunsets -- I suppose if you asked me to draw a picture of paradise it would look something like that too. But I just came back from six days of camping, high up on a mountain, where the air was fresh, the nights (and days) were cool, and there was absolutely no cell phone signal, no Internet access, and no electricity. Paradise is the the only word that comes to mind to describe it.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-Kyo41oHphQ13Rco7yLw1QskMGojRkHAwOUX99EK-EmL5hH2Pk3HMOmdrT_gQbAHmUbCzlu52WIItDwumrHiGBHmkpZp5PMlSecJBoqG-5VaeJLq3S0utjcKU8z3rSIi4MHajUiIGgFG/s1600/100_3800+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-Kyo41oHphQ13Rco7yLw1QskMGojRkHAwOUX99EK-EmL5hH2Pk3HMOmdrT_gQbAHmUbCzlu52WIItDwumrHiGBHmkpZp5PMlSecJBoqG-5VaeJLq3S0utjcKU8z3rSIi4MHajUiIGgFG/s320/100_3800+copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>There is something so pure and cleansing about camping. When you're unplugged from the world and there is no accounting for time -- all there is to do is just breathe...and eat, and sleep, and read, and play games, and fish, and hike, and canoe. When there is nothing to distract you from enjoying time with the ones you love, how could that be anything other than paradise?<br />
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So what if we slept on the hard ground and lived without the modern conveniences to which we've all become so accustomed? So what if we were visited (twice) by a skunk? And a raccoon invaded our campsite while we slept? So what if it rained buckets on the night before we left? Those are just incidentals that added to the memory.<br />
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The heart of our trip was the pride on my son's face after he caught his first bass in the lake. And the awesome moment shared with my daughter, when we stood looking up at the clear August night sky and both saw the same shooting star. And the realization that the little boy who used to cling to my leg as a child, has grown into a funny, intelligent, brave -- and independent young man. And the truly restful nights of sleep laying next to the man I know will always protect me...my very best friend, and the love of my life.<br />
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No other words needed. Paradise. Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-14426611578234486582010-07-22T15:43:00.000-04:002010-07-22T15:43:51.707-04:00Let's Talk - Vacation Time!I don't know if you have ever looked through <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Table-Topics-TT-0101-A-TableTopics-Original/dp/0975855603?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Table Topics</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0975855603" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, but last year I bought a set for my hubby, just to see what they were all about, and if they really stimulated good conversation. We've pulled out "the cube"at random times throughout the year and have really enjoyed them. Unlike trivia questions, there are no right or wrong answers, so no one is every left out of the conversation. Over the year we've learned some interesting things about some of our friends -- and about ourselves. <br />
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Given the title of my blog, introducing the concept of table topics here seems rather fitting. Going forward, you can expect to see a weekly post -- maybe a "Think About It Thursday" or "Let's Talk Tuesday" (although I guess that would require some consistency in my efforts, and we know how that goes -- maybe they'll just be periodic!!). Anyhow, I hope you'll pull up a chair and join the conversation -- and invite your friends to do the same. If you have questions you'd like me to pose, please <a href="mailto:bhappy100@gmail.com">email me</a> and I'll try to add them to the list. <br />
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OK, here we go. I'm going to keep it really simple today. <br />
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<div style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Pack your bags. I'm sending you on a 5-day vacation anywhere you'd like to go. Where are you going? And why?</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #38761d;"><br />
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</tbody></table>My answer: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Sedona-Moments-Landscape-Collection/dp/189386099X?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Sedona, AZ</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=189386099X" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /><br />
A few years ago, I was in Phoenix for a conference. I had heard from my parents that Sedona was a beautiful place, so one evening, I hopped in the car and drove there to check it out. <br />
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I was only there for about 5 hours, but from the moment I laid eyes on the first red rock, I was overcome by a feeling a calm. I walked up and down main street, then went to a little restaurant for dinner alone. I ended up talking to the two couples who were seated on either side of my table. They were incredibly interesting people, and we had an intense conversation about life, love, karma, and destiny. When the restaurant closed, we said our goodbyes and each went our own way. I drove back to Phoenix feeling an inner peace that I had never really felt before. Sounds crazy, but the whole experience was very surreal.<br />
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Ever since that night I have wanted to go back with my husband. Whether for 5 hours, or 5 days -- I know it would be a great trip. <br />
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OK -- your turn. <i>Go</i>.<br />
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Side Note: There are several versions of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Would-Converstion-Cards-Table-Topics/dp/B003D5JAX2?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Table Topics</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B003D5JAX2" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> -- some for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/TableTopics-TT-0110-A-Family-Gathering/dp/B001DYOEA4?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">families</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001DYOEA4" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Table-Topics-Conversation-Cards-Dating/dp/B001792H68?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">dating</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001792H68" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Table-Topics-PartyTopics-Placecards/dp/B001O6V7NI?ie=UTF8&tag=agoli01-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">parties</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=agoli01-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001O6V7NI" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, and more. I think they would be a great take-along for a long car ride, or camping trip (when you're sitting around the fire). They'd also make a great hostess gift if you are looking for something other than a bottle of wine.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-3152538835115420372010-07-11T12:00:00.000-04:002010-07-11T12:00:19.105-04:00When Someone You Love is Abused at WorkAs someone who typically tries to find the bright side of life, this post is going to be extremely off-topic for me -- so I apologize to my regular readers who look to me for a dose of inspiration or a good recipe. Unfortunately, this topic is one that I feel I've been hearing about more and more lately -- and as a do-gooder in this crazy world, I'm trying to find answers. I'm searching desperately for a way that I can help -- and I keep coming up empty. I'm hoping someone out there can help me find a way to make a difference. <br />
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We're all keenly aware of horrific issues like domestic violence and child abuse. And I'm sure many of us have been exposed to sexual harassment and diversity training in our workplace. As unpleasant as they may be, we've found a way to talk about and hopefully start resolving these kinds of abuse. But lately I've heard several people, who are being abused in their workplace because of excrutiatingly poor management and leadership indifference. <br />
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These are regular people who walk on eggshells at their jobs -- wondering if anything will happen that day to upset the angry monster that lives within their boss. I can think of at least a half dozen people who have confided in me in the six months, sharing stories of bosses who fly off the handle, scream and yell, threaten to fire them, put them on probation but give them no idea of what they've done wrong or how to improve. I even know of some who have in fact, been abruptly fired or forced to resign -- with no clear reason given as to why. <br />
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I know people who have gone on anti-anxiety medication after decades of perfect health, and others seeking professional counseling to deal with workplace anxiety. And despite known complaints to human resources, and exit interviews where employees held nothing back about the magnitude of the problem, the managers who are at the root of the problem are never confronted, or held accountable for the environment that they've created. In these difficult times, when jobs are so hard to find - the victims of the abuse feel helpless. They take whatever is put upon them, and live in fear because they see no way out. <br />
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What has happened in this world that the executives of industries can look the other way, even though they know that this kind of workplace abuse is happening? How does anyone sleep at night? I've only heard stories -- and several within the past couple weeks that have truly turned my stomach -- and I know that <strong><em>I </em></strong>can't sleep at night. And I'm not the one living it. <br />
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So my question to anyone who cares to respond -- what advice do you give to a friend or family member who you believe is a victim of this kind of workplace abuse? Do employees have a legal right to be managed with dignity and respect? What is missing from our corporate worlds, that there could be so many people who rise to the level of authority, without learning how to lead and manage with decency and compassion? <br />
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Something has got to change -- but what can I do to make a difference?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-75743889616472864292010-07-08T07:01:00.001-04:002013-04-11T07:59:02.433-04:00Pampered Chef Spicy Pineapple Rum SauceLong ago and far away, I used to sell Pampered Chef. Needless to say, my kitchen is stocked with every imaginable kitchen tool (most of which I really use). So -- when I was invited to a PC show a few weeks ago, I didn't have that burning shopping enthusiasm that I always hoped guests would bring to my demos. I love Pampered Chef stuff, and still fully believe they are among the best kitchen tools out there -- so I wanted to get something, but I just really didn't have much need. <br />
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Thumbing through the catalog, I was getting a little nervous that I was going to have to buy something frivolous (and I don't really do frivolous that well) -- and then I saw it. <i>Spicy Pineapple Rum Sauce. </i><br />
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Now maybe some people don't like the sound of that -- but to me, the name screamed "YUM!!"<br />
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I ordered it along with a couple smaller items.<br />
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Well, when my goodies arrived yesterday, I immediately started thinking about how I might use it. I drove home from work with the sauce in the backseat of my car calling out all sorts of savory ideas.<br />
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A glaze on grilled chicken or salmon. Poured over a block of cream cheese and served with crackers. Warmed and served over vanilla ice cream (I know that may sound nuts, but I have a feeling it would be amazing).<br />
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My mouth was watering every one of the 25-mile drive home from work. Yet I knew that I would have to wait at least another day to put the sauce to use. After all, I hadn't planned on any of those things for dinner --- and it was too late in the evening to think about going to the store and getting them. <br />
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When I pulled into the driveway, I caught the scent of something heavenly being cooked on the grill. Unsure if it was an aroma coming from our deck or the neighbors, I walked into the house to find my husband standing at the refrigerator in search of "something," and my daughter sitting at the kitchen counter with a beautiful grilled something on the dinner plate in front of her. <br />
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"Mom, we would have made one for you, but we didn't know where you were, because you didn't answer your phone." <br />
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I was so fixated on her dinner plate, that I couldn't even react. On both Amy and Jeff's plate, sat one beautiful, but incredibly bare-looking grilled tuna steak. Right away, I knew Jeff's head was in the fridge looking for some sort of dipping sauce, so before I even had a chance to say hello, I said, "Oh my gosh, I know just what you're looking for -- and I can help."<br />
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I introduced them both to the Spicy Pineapple Rum Sauce...and within a minute they had both let out a sigh of satisfaction.<br />
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YUM.<br />
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Thankfully, there was an entire tuna steak for me to enjoy as well -- and darling hubby was good enough to interrupt his own dinner to grill it for me. I poured some of the sauce on top, to enjoy it with every bite. It absolutely did not disappoint.<br />
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As long as Pampered Chef keeps that in their catalog, I will never be at a loss for what to buy again. Double <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">delish</span>.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-4491833126306261472010-07-07T06:30:00.001-04:002010-07-07T06:30:29.727-04:00What in the World Is That Pain?<b>Day 2</b><br />
<i>Ouch.</i> I forgot those muscles existed.<br />
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I may have only done one set of reps on each of those machines yesterday, but I still feel it today. Leaves me looking forward to my next workout with weights -- and grateful that today isn't the day I have to do it!<br />
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So - about last night. My challenge was dining out, and a limited menu. My plan was portion control and drinking lots of water.<br />
Outcome: mildly successful <br />
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We ended up having more choices than I expected at this complimentary 3-course dinner at St. James Gate in Bethlehem. I chose the tossed salad, grilled salmon with asparagus and a potato hash, and apple pie a la mode for dessert. Dinner included a complimentary cocktail, and since it is an Irish pub, I chose a Harp....and a tall glass of water.<br />
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Everything was <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">delish</span>, which made the portion control incredibly challenging -- however I did leave a couple bites of the salmon and potatoes, as well as the dessert. I know I could have done "better" and I probably should have skipped the Harp, but there was just something about an icy cold beer in an Irish pub on a steamy hot summer day (and the fact that it was complimentary) that just made me give in.<br />
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No regrets. I savored every bite, and more importantly, enjoyed a night out with <a href="http://justbhappy100.blogspot.com/search/label/mom">my mom</a>. <b> </b><br />
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<b>Plan for the Day:</b> Restorative Yoga at lunchtime with some of my girlfriends.<br />
<b>Challenges:</b> Oppressive heat is sucking the life out of me<br />
<b>Plan to Overcome Challenges: </b>Stay inside as much as possible. Drink plenty of water.<br />
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<b>No Excuses Rule <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">du</span> <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Jour</span>: </b> Just do it!<br />
<b>Note to Self: </b> Remember to eat throughout the day -- don't let yourself get hungry. <br />
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Ready. Set. Go!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-90259368566599777252010-07-06T10:47:00.002-04:002010-07-07T06:03:18.735-04:00And So It Begins<div class="Section1"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Last week I hit rock bottom. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My addiction? <i>A lifestyle void of real physical activity and a love of all things sweet and incredibly bad for me.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am not sure exactly what it was that made me realize I had reached bottom. I didn’t burse a zipper, or blow out a seam in my pants (although that’s surely possible). I didn’t see a picture of myself that made me shudder. I didn’t overhear someone talking about my oversized booty. Something inside me just made me realize that it was time to buck up and get serious about getting in shape. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So – last week I met with the resident fitness expert at the school where I work. She did a “getting started” assessment, where she learned a little bit about my incredibly sedentary lifestyle, my eating habits, and of course she weighed me and took those dreaded measurements. I’m not prepared to share it with you – but suffice it to say, I was embarrassed. Before I left her office I scheduled a meeting with her to set up a workout regime to suit my life. Then off I went to begin my 4-day holiday weekend – armed only with the knowledge that I was NOT going to treat this weekend like one last hurrah. Instead, I was going to use it as a time to mentally prepare. Sure, I would enjoy a few indulgences, but I was not going to be so “bad” that come Tuesday morning, I would be trying to get back to where I was last Thursday. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mission accomplished.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The weather in the northeast was beastly this weekend – but I did manage a nice long walk with some friends. More importantly, I took the time to stock up the fridge with plenty of fresh fruits and veggies, and even bought several things to bring to work so that I’m not tempted to run to the neighborhood sandwich shop for snacks. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">There is no doubt that my quest for fitness will quickly become a topic that no one wants to talk about over dinner (much like my son’s college search efforts, and the kids’ summer reading assignments) – so rather than trying to force the issue ‘round the family dinner table – I’m going to share it virtually – right here, <i>‘Round the Kitchen Table</i>. I promise this won’t be <i>all </i>I talk about – but don’t be surprised to see frequent posts with progress updates, obstacles, challenges – and hopefully lots of successes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">If there is one thing I know for sure, it is much easier to do this with a buddy than it is to go it alone. So if you’re so inclined, by all means – join me. Share your thoughts, challenges, words of encouragement, ideas for how to make a healthy lifestyle a way of life. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And so…here and now…it begins. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Day 1 – The Program</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Met with our own fitness guru, Alison (aka Wonder Woman). I’ve had many “first days” in the gym – but she is truly inspirational. Rock solid, fit but not over done. Beautiful glowing complexion. Upbeat positive attitude. And she genuinely cares. She isn’t trying to set me up with a program that is unrealistic for my life. Instead, she’s cautioning me to take it slow, and set reasonable goals. In short, she wants to see me succeed. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Started with 20 minutes on the treadmill, mostly just to warm up and see how the machine works. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alison walked me through all the basic machines for a good upper and lower body workout. I did one set of each exercise, finished with abs and some basic stretches. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She showed me around the rest of the facility so I could see where to shower, change, etc. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quick clean up and change – then back work. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Per Wonder Woman’s direction, 20 minutes after workout, I needed a light snack of protein and carbohydrate. That translated to:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1 cup Weight Watcher’s yogurt – 100 cal., 6 g protein, 0 fat, 3g dietary fiber, 12 g sugar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">1 ½ cup watermelon cubes</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">One big glass of water!<b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Challenges of the Day:</b> Going out to dinner tonight – very limited menu selection (if any). </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Strategies to overcome the Challenge: </b>Portion control. Drink lots of water. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Note to self:</b> Working out in the morning is a good thing. It sets you up for a good day. J </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>No Excuse Rule du Jour: </b>Even if you can’t get your work out done in the morning, spend a few minutes stretching. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">OK – that’s it for now. Wish me luck – and like I said, please feel free to share your journey with me too!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-37402919249291264952010-07-05T18:02:00.000-04:002010-07-05T18:02:05.335-04:00Can Dreams Really Come True?As little girls we grow up on fairy tales with all kinds of happy endings. The glass slipper fits. The wicked witch perishes. They live happily ever after. And so on.<br />
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Then life takes hold and we realize fairy tales are just that, and we surrender to the idea that life isn't fair. You've got to take the good with the bad. The grass is always greener, etc.<br />
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How is it that in the span of just a few decades, our attitudes could swing so far from one extreme to the other? Who says that dreams can't come true? Maybe we're just looking at it all wrong.<br />
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When I started this blog a year and a half ago, I didn't really have much of a purpose in mind. I wasn't sure what I would write about, or even who would be interested in reading it. I started this blog for one simple reason -- I have always wanted to write -- and somewhere in the depths of my mind I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I could get myself into the habit of writing -- a writer would be born. Maybe through this exercise of writing I would find myself -- or perhaps somewhere along the way, I'd be "discovered." <br />
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Well -- after 18 months, it is no surprise that I have<i> not</i> been discovered. Most people have no idea what motivates my missives -- and I can't tell you the kinds of questions I've fielded about my blogging (some of which have been downright rude). <br />
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"Why would you <i>waste your time</i> doing this?"<br />
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"What if <i>no one</i> is reading?"<br />
And my all time favorite... <br />
"<i>No offense but </i>with all the great writers out there, why would anyone be interested in what <i>you </i>have to write?"<br />
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Ouch. That one packs an extra punch. <br />
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The list of questions goes on -- and in all honesty, they're all extremely valid. I mean really, why in the world would anyone give a hoot about what this 40-something mother from Po-Dunk, PA has to say about anything? <br />
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Your guess is as good as mine. But you know something? Somewhere out there in this crazy world, there <i>are</i> in fact, people who are interested. As a matter of fact, I just looked at the Google Analytics for <i>'Round the Kitchen Table </i>and was astounded to learn that since its inception, more than 2,400 different people, from 53 countries (including visitors from every single one of the United States of America) have read more than 7400 pages of my blog entries! <br />
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I am humbled.<br />
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When I started this journey, I may have had some different dreams about what might transpire from this little blog -- but I can't say that I'm disappointed. Though I am not a writer by conventional standards, I know there are people who look forward to my musings, and miss me when I go on hiatus.<br />
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I'm still finding my way, and trying to figure out where this blog could take me, but one thing I know for sure -- this girl's pendulum of positive thinking is swinging in the direction of believing that in their own unique ways, dreams absolutely <i>can </i>come true.<br />
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For those of you who have visited my blog before, or subscribed, or referred a friend, or commented -- I send a heartfelt <b><i>thank you</i></b> for helping to keep this girl's dream alive. Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-45038118125987330262010-05-06T11:47:00.002-04:002010-05-06T11:49:22.446-04:00Good Fortune<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>"The best inheritance you can leave your kids is an example of how to live a meaningful life." </i>~Dan Zadra</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I saw this quote today and it really struck me. I am rich beyond words because of the example my parents have set for me.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I only hope I can do the same for my children.</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461281675925684997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253670792921517534.post-16559143828161745442010-05-04T06:57:00.000-04:002010-05-04T06:57:48.900-04:00Oh So EasyIt was 8:30 p.m., and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up dog food. When the cupboard runs dry for us, we can usually manage for a day or two on some meals made of random stuff, but for my two furry friends, it's a different story. Dogs cannot live on love alone.<br />
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Anyhow, there I was, still dressed for work in my black pants and pumps, wrestling with two twenty pound bags of chow. I hadn't bothered to get a cart because I knew I only needed this one thing, but then the sale on the food was so good, I figured I should stock up. As I approached my car -- hugging the bags of dog food, purse slung over my shoulder, keys in my hand -- I realized I needed to find the car door opener to be able to pop the trunk. I nearly twisted an ankle trying to keep my own balance as I propped one foot up on the bumper of my car to balance the bags, while I fumbled to find the opener on the key ring. I must have been quite a sight. <br />
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Just as I was going to try to put my foot down to open the trunk hatch, a very kind woman came over and asked if she could help me. All she did was open the hatch so that I could throw the food in the car -- but that very small and simple random act of kindness made my night. It was the simplest thing, and I know most of us would have <i>thought</i> to do the same...but would we have done it?<br />
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On my way home I knew I was going to share it with you...and I think for the next couple weeks I'm really going to be on the lookout for those small acts that help to restore faith in humanity. I'm already trying to practice them --- but I want to be sure to recognize when I see others doing it as well. <br />
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At at time when we hear so much sadness and terror in the world, maybe we can start our own little revolution right here, 'round the kitchen table. Will you help me? What have you done today? What small act of kindness made you smile?<br />
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<b>We only get one go at life -- let's make it a good one. </b><br />
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