Party Time

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This past Friday Hila Fay turned two. Gone is my snuggling, cooing newborn and in her place is a walking, talking toddler with an insatiable curiosity and a knack for finding the one thing (in a room of a hundred) that “Mom-Mom” doesn’t want her to have.

Yesterday we had a small party with friends and family. Now, it should come as no surprise that I do not have a fancy home. I use mason jars to decorate whenever possible, my hardwood floors are needing to be redone in an awful kinda way and we’re not even gonna talk about my half painted shutters. In an attempt to compensate for my lack of frilliness I have spent the last week scrubbing, rearranging and stressing. Each time I thought that I might have things “just right” I pictured some of my guests homes in my minds eye and began the shuffling again.

By Friday night I had managed to frazzle myself like a shook up soda bottle and didn’t think sleep would ever come. Finally I reckon God took pity on me cuz my thoughts began to calm and a deep truth settle into my veins. My house may not ever be featured in Good Housekeeping, but my home has all the qualities I ever dreamt up as a kid. In my home my husband and I are deeply in love. We pray before our meals and love our God. A little mud doesn’t cause a panic attack and people’s feelings are more important than a broken dish. In my house at least once a week we laugh so hard we lose our breath, cry and clutch at our stomachs. We do things as a family and are most often all found in the same room giggling and picking on each other.

I have no name brand furniture, in fact most everything I own was once someone else’s leftovers. But you know what? I no longer care. God has blessed me with immeasurable wealth, one that can never be replaced and I would never trade. I now hold my head high realizing that while I may not have the most contemporary house, I have a home overflowing with love…and mason jars.

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A True Southern Staple

Ask a northerner (yank) what food defines southern cooking and I’d betcha ten biscuits that fried chicken would be somewhere in their answer. But to me a true staple is white beans (served with cornbread, fried taters and sliced onion of course). An added blessing is that they are so incredibly easy!

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Ingrediants
Diced ham, ham bone or pork salt
My brother smoked a ham for Christmas and I saved the bone to use, these were the best beans that I’d ever made! Otherwise I typically use pork salt.

1 small to medium bag of Great Northern Beans

Salt/pepper

Directions
1. Combine all ingredients in the crockpot. If you are using a bone place it in first.

2. Using hot water fill your crockpot until the water is about two or three inches above the beans.

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3. The longer the beans cook, the better they taste. I cook mine on high for four to six hours because I usually forget to put them on when I wake up. Ideally, cook them on low for at least eight hours. Check on them periodically to make sure you don’t get low on water. The beans will burn and stink up your entire house causing you to frantically run throughout the house throwing open the windows, lighting candles and spraying febreeze in an attempt not to let your husband know what a fool you are. Then you’ll end up with something like fried bologna sandwiches or Ramen Noodles for dinner. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything.

4. Add salt & pepper to taste. I am to salt what Paula Deen is to butter so shake away! In the end they should look like this:

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5. Cook yer sides (cornbread n fried taters), slice yer onion, plate & chow down!

Do you have any scrumptious twists? Let me know!

Love,
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Resolute Resolutions

I LOVE New Year’s resolutions! They make me feel like all of my mistakes over the past year are finally done.  Now, there’s no more worries about what I shoulda/coulda done; its a fresh new year with endless possibilities!  This year, instead of making a list of resolutions I’ve decided to pick a word.  I’ll choose one word; a word that embodies who I want to be and strive to personify that word.

After much deliberation-within my own head, of course-I finally chose my word: Faithful.

1.  Faithful to God–I have this bad habit of thinking that I know best.  I tend to try to juggle twenty-seven situations while riding a uni-cycle then complain to God when I fall on my tooshy.  This year I’m going to do my best to prioritize my life.  I’m going to start each morning praying to Him and reading His Word instead of doing my own thing then complaining about never having time for Him or wondering why my life is crazy.

2.  Faithful to My Family–Despite the sibling bickering, or annoyances that crawl up your spine, one’s family is essential and irreplaceable.  This year I am going to make a point to do my best to let them know how much I love them–not just by telling them as I hang up the phone, but by spending time with them and doing things for them.

3.  Faithful to Me–Barely a day passes when I don’t have an idea of something I’d like to do-whether its a project around the house or learning something new-and yet I rarely take the time to do any of these things.  This year I’m going to pick one thing a month to do for me, even if its something as simple as hanging some shelves or knitting a scarf.

Just do me a favor, when I blog about any projects I’m doing or tools I’m using… DO NOT CALL CHUCK!  He’s already hid most of his tools from me and freaks out if I dare ask something as simple as “Hey honey, where’s your nail-spitter-outter-thingy?”

So, here’s to another year of laughter and prayer and 2% moments.  May God richly bless you and yours.

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