...Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Ruth 1:16 This is the journey of our lives...

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Funny Sunny days with you

Funny, sunny days.
When the weather is perfect we go on adventures.
We went to Saguaro Ranch Park and played with Peacocks.
Today is a rainy day, but still fun and funny. Funny how a change in the weather can bring on new adventures.
Today they were storm chasers and tent builders. We have plans to read some Nancy Drew snuggled on the couch. A visit to the library and lunch with Aunt Brittany.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Feeding the masses...

Sometimes I wish Jesus would show up at my door and do the fish and bread miracle. When we lived in New River, I stocked up on many food items so I didn't have to take the 40 minute round trip drive each week to the grocery store. These days the store is walking distance, so I've been going each week. In doing this, I have come to realize how much food we actually consume. Just for fun I'm going to catalog our weekly food intake and then hopefully as they get older compare to see just how much more or less we consume as they grow. It's hard to imagine it getting worse!

Per week
2-3 - gallons milk
1- 1/2 gallon Almond milk
1 gallon apple juice
5 gallons lemonade
2-3 cases of water
12 pack of soda
4-5 boxes cereal
2 doz eggs
1 box granola bars
granola (making oatmeal and cookies
2.5 lbs of flour
2.5 lbs of sugar
4-6 sticks of butter
1 box cereal bars
1 batch of something home made (cookies)
2 boxes snack bars (cliff kid bars or organic rice crispy bars)
2 loaves of bread
2-3 pkg lunch meat
2 frozen pizzas
1 box chicken nuggets or 2 pkg hot dogs
1 large bag of Cheddar cheese
2 pkg tortillas (about 20)
1-2 bags of potato chips
3-4 cans of fruit
6lbs of apples
4 cartons of strawberries
1 large bunch bananas
6-8 avocados
5-6 tomatoes
3-4 peppers
various other vegetables (broccoli, corn, green beans)
3-4lbs hamburger meat (thankfully we are only eating elk right now)
5-7lbs chicken
I'm sure there is more like sauces, seasonings, jellies, peanut butter, kat, syrup, ect... I'm not including.

Diapers, toilet paper, paper towels and wipes I order from Amazonmom.com it comes to the door! Just an FYI to other moms!

Its amazing to think people used to have to grow everything they ate and then prepare it all from scratch! Oy, what would we do?
 Be skinnier and eat less LOL!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Easter 2012

Easter 2012

Noah 9, Graham 7, Braxtyn 5, Cozette 2, Quinn 11 months

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Best salsa ever!

This recipe is from Pinterest and is now my favorite!
Guacamole Salsa

1 lb tomatillos or 1 large canned tomatillos
1 jalapeno pepper (I omitted for the kids)
1 red pepper or a few mini sweet peppers
1/3 bunch cilantro
1 thick slice of yellow onion
1 garlic clove
1 avocado
1 tsp salt and pepper
(I added some lime juice)
chop it all up, be sure to peel the husks off the tomatillos

Put it in the blender
Serve it up with chips, on tacos, on fish tacos, on turkey sandwiches, on chicken, with rice, or just pour in a glass and stick a straw in it.
This is serious good.
It's good for a week in the fridge. If it lasts that long:)

Friday, April 13, 2012

I should be doing something else...

I should always be doing something else. But right now, I'm doing it all and nothing. Schooling with a few kids on the floor, a couple at the table and one blissfully sleeping. And I am sneeking a few moments to blog, answer e-mails and uplaod some much needed pictures. I have become very  porficient in typing and talking or surfing Facebook while flipping over flash cards. Yeah, I'm a multi tasker. It doesn't mean I'm actually good at any one thing while I'm doing two things, it just means I'm good at faking it. The other problem is I can't remember where I put things most of the time. Currently I can't find my glasses or my camera. Ughh..I hate looking for things. I realize that everything needs a place so you can find it when you need it. But for the life of me, I can't decide on a place for some things. Some things can't have a place of their own because I need them with me. Like my keys, shoes, glasses, camera. Do you see the problem? And my car is the black pit of lost things, so everntually I will clean it out and I will find all the missing shoes and the other half of Quinn's sock collection, at least 5 pacifiers and the source of some smell that started from the back seat last week. I did however do 12 loads of laundry on the last two days. While I was typing I just remembered where my camera was, so I'm uploading some new pics. Whish I had my glasses all the words are so fuzzy.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A story

I know this is long, and full of grammatical errors (I'm re-learning grammer with Noah:)) Anyways, I have always wanted to write about my funny animals, when I was growing up. So here is one of my favorites!  

Gambler Goose

It was Thanksgiving and I was 10 years old. We were going to my Grandma and Grandpa Morris' ranch! We didn't get to see them too often because they lived in Dewey, and it was a long car drive from our ranch. But I always looked forward to holidays with them, and this was no exception. They had a special home, almost as if time moved slower there. The weather was cool and blustery just like a Thanksgiving should be. Their little house was right at the end of the dirt driveway and on one side of the house was little pasture that had cows and a small hill perfect for climbing up and rolling down so you were so dizzy you had to wait, so not to run into the electric fence that kept the cows in. On the left of the house was a great big garden full of green and red and yellow vegetables of every kind and a strawberry patch! You could walk through the patch and pick the freshest, sweetest strawberries you've ever tasted! Behind the house was the big red barn, it was mostly full of Grandpa's tools and old pieces of metal, we weren't allowed to play in the barn. But there was one exception, if we wanted to get the old red wagon out. This was used in the side pasture to push someone down the hill. A big white wooden fence with a flat top ran all the way along the pasture so you could climb on top and walk the rail and see the very top of the house and barn if you stretched up on on your toes. There was also a big fence behind the barn, and the only reason I mention that fence is because on one visit to the ranch, I made a gruesome discovery. Six, long white, chicken legs. Only the chicken legs, no chicken bodies! I had wondered what happened to Grandma's chickens, and then I knew. We had them for dinner! That was the way it was at both our ranches. Most of the animals were either useful pets we used for riding, or goats for milking, chickens for eating or laying eggs and the cows in the pasture, they were for eating too. Grandma wouldn't let us name them, she felt bad if she got to friendly with them. She said it made them hard to say goodbye too. I knew that, but I couldn't help it, I always named them. I felt that even if we were going to eat them next year, they still deserved a good respectible cow name, like Betsy or Clara Bell. Grandma and Grandpa's ranch was a wonderful place to play, you had to be more careful there then at our ranch. You couldn't run through the house, or dig up the back yard, or pick too many vegetables and things like that. Only my little brother and little cousin got into much trouble with that stuff. Me, I just loved it. The house itself was always painted brightly and smelled of yummy baked things and turpentine. My Grandma Morris, was an artist. She was always painting something new in the den. It was wonderful to see her paintings half done on one visit and then fully finished on the next. This visit was no different, when we finally arrived and piled out of our big truck, we were greeted at the door by my Grandma smelling of paint and my Grandpa wearing an old flannel shirt and over-alls. The house smelled of turkey and dressing and fresh pies! It was cold and windy and felt like the perfect Thanksgiving. My Aunt and Uncle and three boy cousins arrived shortly after. I only had boy cousins and two brothers, so I was pretty good at either making up my own adventures or playing with the boys. But since you could only do that for so long, I always brought a book. My Grandpa and I shared that love, we both loved to read. It was something I looked forward to when we would visit. I had a plan this Thanksgiving, to do a lot of reading! I enjoyed it so much, I would sneak away and read as much of my Grandpa's Zane Grey collection as possible. I was only allowed to take one home at a time and since we didn't see them much, I couldn't risk not getting to read them. Unfortunately, on this trip I was interrupted way to often. being the only other girl, it seemed my aunt, my grandma and my mother, thought it best I learned how to help out more this Thanksgiving. So by the time we had cooked, eaten and began cleaning up, my exploring and reading time had already really dwindled. However, to my great surprise, my uncle and aunt, who had a plethora of useless animals, or pets as you might say, had heard about a farmer up the road who was giving away some geese. Everyone thought we each needed a Christmas goose this year. I wasn't so sure I wanted to eat the goose, I just wanted a goose. I mean who wouldn't? I'd never had one, but I loved chickens and ducks, so this must be a good idea. I was immediately distracted from all that reading and hill climbing I had planned. This was the real adventure! We all climbed into the back of my Uncle Dave's pick-up truck and headed down the dirt road to the goose farmer! I remember climbing out of the truck and seeing about a dozen geese waddling around the muddy yard and thinking, how are we ever going to get this thing home? I think my parents were thinking the same thing too. But like I said, I had some older boy cousins and they were game for catching some geese. So, off we all went running and slipping in the mud catching the loudest, meanest, hissing old geese you ever saw! If you've never seen your grandpa, your dad, uncle and your cousins catching geese, then you've really missed out. Because I thought it was much better than TV and even better than a good book! My mother is never one to silently watch on as everyone else has the fun! So, she gave up cheering them on, and went to help gather up the loud, flapping things and put them in gunny sacks. When it was time to leave that year, we traveled all the way home a stinking, hissing, honking goose in the back of the truck. I worried that he wouldn't be alright in the back of our truck, but he was. And although I knew he would very well end up on our table that Christmas, I gave him a name. He was Gambler, Gambler the Goose. We turned him out into the hen house with all the other chickens and ducks and then quickly had to shoo him back out. That old goose was so mean, he was biting and chasing and upsetting the hen house. We couldn't allow the goose to upset the laying hens. So we figured a goose than mean, could probably hold his own against a dog or a coyote or two. And sure enough, a day later the dogs actually looked the other way and went out of their way to avoid him. My dad said that goose was looking tastier than ever. Especially when Gambler would chase us up to the house when we got to close to him. One day, about a week before Christmas, as was his custom to chase us kids as far as the house, Gambler the Goose, spotted the truck. The very same one that brought him home, but today he was looking at the outside of the truck. And in that moment, as that mean old goose was running with his wings spread and his neck out, honking and hissing and chasing us screaming kids, he saw what he thought was another goose. He stopped short and saw in that chrome bumper, the reflection of himself. It was in that moment that Gambler, no longer cared about chasing us up to the house, or hissing at the dogs, or even hardly coming to the barn for food. It was in that very moment that Gambler, fell in love. I guess had we known all we needed to do was put a mirror in his pen and he'd leave everyone alone, I think we'd have done it the day we brought him home. But since this was our first goose we were just as surprised as he was. Each day, that silly goose would pace back and forth at the rear bumper of my mother's truck and quietly honk and speak sweat goose things to his own reflection. Really, the only time he ever chased anyone again was if we came to close to his precious truck. This might have been a solution, but as trucks go, this one was used quite often. Which required us to run around the back bumper and quickly climb into the truck. It was then, that we actually pitied our poor goose. As we would drive slowly down the dirt road, away from the house, Gambler would spread his wings and run as fast as he could after the truck, squawking and honking all the way until we reached the gate. He would then wait until we got home to return to his post at the back bumper. To Gamblers, credit and thinking about it now, he was a pretty smart goose. Becuase now, if a new truck or car would come up our driveway, Gambler felt the need to honk and yell and run behind it. I'm not sure if he was looking for another goose or if he was protecting his own truck, but any case, we had the best watch-goose around! Who could possibly eat such a useful animal?