Chicken Lazone

Children at Play

Fell asleep at lunch

She has a new chair. We may
 very well
have to add on an equipment
room onto our house:)

Now. . . . For the Chicken part. One of my Pinterest buddies

"pinned" this recipe to her board, and I thought 

it looked AWESOME. Well let me tell you, between the 

four of us we licked it clean. If you love Olive Garden, you

should enjoy this dish. Yes it has two cups of

cream. I pretend while I'm eating it, that it's made with water.

Be sure to do the same thing:) Yummy Chicken

Just click & make :)

Volunteered

  This morning my phone rang. . . it was my "other" mother calling me to tell me there was a couple being interviewed on TV, due to the fact that they have a special needs child. I grabbed my favorite blanket, flew down the stairs and turned it on. I love to hear other parents stories. This family had 4 boys and the 3rd one at 6 months had an ear infection, and after he wasn't getting better, the mom takes him in, only to find out he has spinal meninjitis. So begins their life with special needs. While watching, there is this part of me that desperately hates the fact that I can so well indentify with her, that I know her inner turmoil, and just how much her heart cries over the fact each and every day of her life. . . but as we all know, there is a time for everything and a reason. She said something that got me to thinking. She said how angry she was in the beginning that God had volunteered her to do this. 

  Often in my life, I've wondered why I was supposed to go through certain things. So often it seems like it never makes sense. I think it's human to always wonder why, we just want an answer. Lately I feel like it's all started to make sense in a small way. Our daughter. Such a little girl & yet such a big responsibility. I know that if I ever get my sinful mortal body up to heaven's gates it will be because of God and my little girl. 

  What I so often forget is, that God has put us right where we are, & if we only ask him, he will give us grace to get through the obstacles that he has already equipped us for.

February 7nth

marks a giant turning point in my life, it was the day I married Joshua.

  Life has never quite been the same & I mean that in the best way it could be meant. I remember the first time I drove down to see him (we were both living in California at that point ) I rambled on and on to the poor guy about how I most CERTAINLY did NOT want any "man"/boyfriend/relationship in my life. To this day I cannot understand what possesed me to have the little speech. Over the grilled chicken and asparagus he had fixed me he just nodded and agreed. I think he was having trouble fathoming my speech also. I remember seeing him stand in his kitchen (clean kitchen, no, spotless kitchen) and thinking to myself, I would never marry a boy like him. He was blond, tall, tan, macho, kind, pretty much the all american boy. Well nevermind, I married him.

  Then he came to see me a few weeks later, he thought we should go hike up Big Bear.

Me: He should be here about now
My Nerves: Wow my hair is retarded
Me: Go look out the window
My Nerves: Change the shirt I just put on.
Me: Go get a drink of water
My Nerves: My hair really is retarded
Me: Go pee
My Nerves: Change back into the previous shirt
Me: Check my phone
My Nerves: Why did I agree to this again?
Me: He really is here

. . . and walking up the sidewalk barefoot, swimming trunks on, & a green shirt that came from the recycle bag because the ribbing on the neck was hanging on by 3 threads. Apparently no nerves involved while he dressed. Wow I am really waco. Then I find out he has fresh baked banana bread in his pick-up. Never  mind the "I don't want a boyfriend speech" I'm going to marry him. Period. Flat-out. . . .& I pretty much kept that resolve until February 7nth 2009. He has changed my life. I love that all-american boy. Every day I wait patiently for 4:00 because I get to see his face. I can't wait to see him when he's 80. I hope he will ask me to sit on the porch when it's raining and drink a good cup of Jo while we rehash the same stories about the kids that have been rehashed 300 times over.

. . . Now. . . he will not like the fact that I put a picture
up of him without his shirt. I certainly do not mind
looking at it. This was up on top of the mountain
we hiked that day. Hotter than
all get out. The shirt actually, probably
fell off, due to it's age.

my dashing boy

My Dirty Little Secret

The view behind my brown chair.

 If you ever stop by my house, do not, under any circumstance look behind my brown chair. The last while I have become addicted to yarn/crochet. It is a wonderful world. Now, if you're super eager like I am. . .  you will even browse the second hand stores for yarn. A bunch of mine comes from there. I got a "bag" awhile ago for a little bit of nothing and it had several new skeins of 100% wool. So of course it literally paid for itself. I keep it behind my chair because it needs to be in reach at all times. You never know when the mood will strike. Now I will stop talking about yarn because I suspect not as many of you are as in love with it as I. . . but before I go . . . my favorite website is Attic 24  I stop by to visit her as frequently as possible. I love her simple outlook on life and her colorful pictures. For any of you that are interested, she has little crochet tutorials on the left hand side that are mighty easy for a beginner to follow.

My angel daughter that will not look  at the camera

. . . .& my darling boy that thinks everything is funny

 . . .  and to you all, a very happy weekend full of family time fun. There is nothing quite like it. Life speeds away so fast that we must take time to enjoy the little things.

Cheer-i-o To You All !