tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23687741824232619842024-03-12T17:26:42.964-07:00Letters on Lined PaperNoreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-46004615684761319272015-12-09T21:45:00.001-08:002015-12-10T05:41:28.596-08:00FavoritesIt is hard to believe this will be our 5th Christmas without Sara. It's also hard to fathom that this will be Sara's 5th Christmas in heaven. I can only imagine!<br />
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As time goes by, it is ever important to be able to pull out all the memories and hold them close. On my way to work this morning I started thinking of all the things that remind me of Sara, and things I knew were her favorites. It is too hard to categorize them. . . much easier to just make a random list as they come to mind. . . . .<br />
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. . . singing, dancing, musical theater, laughing till it hurts, the color red, stars, nail polish, coloring books, scotchmallows, mashed potatoes, oreos and milk, Starbucks red Christmas cups, white chocolate mocha, everyone coming home for Christmas, playing games, bowling, time with friends, all the family being together, starbursts, kids camp, siblings and siblings in law, reading, Jesus, team sports (for the team not the sport), jokes, gerbera daisies, her journal, spoon rings, hoodies, White Christmas, the Rockettes, Sandlot, being Aunt Sara, hot pretzels from the movie theater, cherry coke, pancakes on Saturday mornings, snow, chocolate muffins, her special blanket, mounds of pillows, grandparents, patriotic colors, turkey sandwiches, pie crust (with no filling), crafts, fine point sharpies, making things for her friends, Philippians 4:13, pedicures, water ballet, gymnastics, a Minnie Mouse voice, talking, mascara, comfy pajamas, roommates, princesses, road trips, the beach, shopping, shoes, listening to music, curly hair, . . . . .<br />
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Every memory calls up more memories. . . .and I love it. I remember when Sara was in high school and Sam, Heidi, and Kari were all away at college. Her favorite part of Christmas was all of them coming home. This picture reminds me of those times. I have to say that was probably my favorite part of those Christmases too. So thankful for the blessing of these four gifts, and the way God continues to abundantly bless!<br />
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February 2011 July 2015<br />
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Our newest blessing - Olivia Sara Steenhoek<br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-82586800764877533012015-07-30T21:59:00.000-07:002015-07-30T21:59:24.420-07:00A Coloring BookDear Sara,<br />
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Today I bought you a coloring book. (kind of ridiculous I know) I was wandering through Walgreens, buying cards and looking at their clearance aisle. I happened to see this flower mosaic coloring book, complete with a set of colored pencils, and I couldn't help myself. I immediately picked it up thinking, "Sara would love this!' It was exactly the kind of coloring book you loved when you were recovering from chemo. We bought several from Amazon, which you liked and used, but none of those were as perfect as this one. As I flipped through the pages I saw hearts, flowers, owls, and intricate designs of all sizes and shapes. It reminded me of all the zentangle designs you used to draw. I reluctantly put it back on the shelf, thinking, "Heidi and Kari don't have time to color. . . . and the grandkids are too young for this." But I couldn't walk away without it. So I bought it. I came home and put it in the dresser with so many other things that remind me of you. When the time is right I will get it out, and your sisters and I will color with your nieces and nephews while we tell them stories of their Aunt Sara.<br />
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I am realizing that I can now talk about you without my eyes filling up with tears. I know that I don't have to worry about you. I know where you are. I know you are safe and happy. I know you are free from pain and fear. I know you are rejoicing in the presence of the Lord. I am thankful for all those things. I just miss you. <br />
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Love you so much, MomNoreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-16280635091735084182015-06-23T20:10:00.000-07:002015-06-23T20:10:15.430-07:00The Orphan TrainI LOVE children. . . . .I LOVE music. . . . . I LOVE a good story. . . . . I LOVE children's musical theater! I actually love all musical theater, but I particularly love to work with the kids. <br />
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For the past two weeks I have had the privilege of working with a fantastic production crew, and an absolutely amazing bunch of kids from our community. We have done a children's musical theater camp for several summers now, and each year I think the one we are doing is my favorite, but I really do believe the one we are doing this year is a FAVORITE favorite. We decided to go with the theme of the orphan trains in the late 1800's and early 1900's. We pulled together music from several musicals and movies (both old and new), and made an outline of where we wanted the story to go. We researched the history and personal stories of several of the orphan train riders, and then wrote our own script, so that no one child was featured, but all the characters interact with each other in an equal way. We picked out a few of the train riders and followed their stories, sharing these with the children who were cast in these roles, along with several old photographs.<br />
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The result has been absolutely incredible! We have all been drawn into the stories and we have had a wonderful two weeks together. We continue to be amazed at the talent these kids have, how quickly they can pick up the songs and dances, remember their lines, and deliver them with the expression and emotion that really pull the audience in. It has also provided an opportunity to relate the plight of the orphans to our own hopelessness before God in His graciousness draws us into His arms and into His family when we accept His offer of salvation through Jesus Christ. And. . . . the eternal joy we have in being a child of God! <br />
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So now we finish up the costuming, put the final touches on the set, polish up the songs, scenes, and special effects, and get set for dress rehearsal on Thursday and performances on Friday and Saturday evenings. My huge and heartfelt thanks to the team of volunteers making this happen, to all the kids performing, and all the parents who have trusted us with their kids these past two weeks. I love you all. . . .. this brings joy to my heart!Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-39112356051404386052015-06-13T11:32:00.000-07:002015-06-13T11:32:12.707-07:00MuggedSo here's something I never thought I would be writing about. . . . "What do you do when someone tries to mug you?" I remember being in high school and going to a special assembly for girls called "Looking Forward To Being Attacked". In fact, I still have the workbook by that same name that they gave out sitting on my bookshelf. The big thing the workshop emphasized was being aware of your surroundings and other people, and not giving off the aura or attitude of a victim. Being the overly cautious type of person that I am, I believe I have always taken that to heart. My girls always complained that I walked too fast when we were shopping. . . . . . and I always told them that it was because I walked "with purpose" (which is supposed to make you less of a victim). I do have to say I think my walking speed has slowed a little in the last few years.<br />
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Well, yesterday, none of that being aware or walking with purpose made any difference. I experienced what it was like to be a potential victim. Potential is the key word here because I'm telling you right up front that the guy did NOT get my purse! <br />
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Woody and I were down in Southern California visiting my mom. We had gone out to breakfast and then decided we would do a little shopping before leaving to come back to Nevada. Mom and I decided to go to Hobby Lobby because I needed to pick up some supplies to build a set for a children's musical that starts next week. Woody wasn't too keen on walking around in Hobby Lobby, so we dropped him off at the mall to check out the sporting goods stores while we did our crafting business. <br />
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Mom and I finished our shopping and were walking through the parking lot to our car. Mom was pushing the shopping cart and I was walking to her left with my purse on my left shoulder. All of a sudden I heard someone running behind me, and a guy bumped into me on my left, grabbing my purse as he ran by. I yelled and hung on. We spent a few seconds (that seemed like much longer) face to face in a tug of war over my purse. The guy then gave a hard jerk to the side, flipping me off my feet and on to the pavement. I still hung on tight. He proceeded to drag me across the pavement, both of us hanging on to my purse. The guy never said a word, and I just kept yelling at him to stop, and to LET GO OF MY PURSE! <br />
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It is strange to consider all the things that run quickly through your mind in just a few seconds. I did think of just letting go. . . . . but then I thought of all the hassle it would be to cancel all our accounts. . . . .and I had just renewed my driver's license. . . . .and my car keys. . . . and my day planner with some important information. . . . .and Sara's coin purse with her driver's license and medical cards (that I have just kept in my purse ever since her cancer returned and I carried those things for her). .. . . . . and I thought. . . . "NO, I am NOT letting him have my purse!" Then I thought, "I hope he doesn't have a gun. If he takes out a gun, maybe I will let go." Then while he was dragging me across the pavement, I thought, "This is what those cowboys in the movies feel like when they are dragged on a rope behind their horse. I don't know how long I can do this." (Random thought I know!)<br />
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Then all of a sudden the guy just let go and ran away. He jumped into a waiting car and away they went. I looked up to see my mom standing by me holding her purse over her head. She was getting ready to try to hit him in the head with it. (I'm not really sure how much good that would have done. . . .but I could tell she was MAD!) I got up, brushed myself off, assured my mom that I was okay, and we got in the car to go pick up Woody at the mall. I think the whole thing was probably harder on my mom to have to watch, and on Woody for wishing he had been there, than it was for me.<br />
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My mom and I both agreed that our first emotion was anger at the guy for being such a jerk. Then I was kind of proud of myself for not letting go and letting him win. The fear came after it was all over. The more I think about it, the more grateful I become. It was a horrible experience, but God sure took care of us. I am so thankful the guy didn't go after my mom. I'm thankful he didn't have a gun or a knife. I'm thankful he didn't punch me in the face or beat me up. And. . . . I'm thankful he was unsuccessful in getting my purse. At this point, I can even say I am kind of thankful for the warning . . . . . that no matter how careful you are, or how much you feel like you are in control of the situation. . . . you aren't. <br />
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I will continue to be cautious and be aware (more than ever after this). I will continue to pray for God's direction and God's protection, for myself and my loved ones. And I will continue to try to trust Him and be thankful in every situation. <br />
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A little bit of advice for all you girls and women. . . . .Be aware, consider how you carry your purse, and consider what you carry in your purse. I know I will!Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-30359194369071456342015-05-07T20:57:00.001-07:002015-05-07T20:57:38.616-07:00Missing SaraFour years ago today we buried Sara's earthly body and celebrated the hope of one day being reunited with her in heaven. We hold on to that hope. . . . but oh how we miss her! This week has been busy, and full of the drama of all that is going on in life right now. In spite of it all, in quiet moments my mind still floods with memories of those last days we spent with Sara four years ago. I have much to be thankful for. . . and I am thankful. But all I can think of tonight is how much I miss her. Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-78488195036951122852015-01-29T22:34:00.000-08:002015-01-29T22:34:48.113-08:00Blessings<em>"We pray for blessings. </em><br />
<em>We pray for peace, comfort for family, protection while we sleep.</em><br />
<em>We pray for healing, for prosperity. </em><br />
<em>We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering.</em><br />
<em>And all the while You hear each spoken need, yet love us way too much to give us lesser things.</em><br />
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<em>'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops? </em><br />
<em>What if Your healing comes through tears?</em><br />
<em>What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?</em><br />
<em>And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?</em><br />
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<em>We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear.</em><br />
<em>And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near.</em><br />
<em>We doubt Your goodness.</em><br />
<em>We doubt Your love, as if ev'ry promise from Your Word is not enough.</em><br />
<em>And all the while You hear each desp'rate plea, and long that we'd have faith to believe.</em><br />
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<em>'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?</em><br />
<em>What if Your healing comes through tears?</em><br />
<em>And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?</em><br />
<em>And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?</em><br />
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<em>When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win, </em><br />
<em>we know that pain reminds this heart that this is not, this is not our home.</em><br />
<em>It's not our home.</em><br />
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<em>'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?</em><br />
<em>What if Your healing comes through tears?</em><br />
<em>And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?</em><br />
<em>What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life,</em><br />
<em>is a revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?</em><br />
<em>And what if trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights,</em><br />
<em>are Your mercies in disguise?" (words and music by Laura Story)</em><br />
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When Sara was dying of cancer in the Spring of 2011, this song spoke to my heart. I think the line that caught ahold of me then was "What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?" Sam even painted a pair of pictures the week after Sara's death that seemed to illustrate the song for me. . . . One of a single gerber daisy bent over under a dark and stormy rain, and another of several gerber daisies in a green field with their bright faces lifted to the sun.<br />
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I heard the song on the radio this morning on my way to work, and realized that this is still the song of my heart. It somehow allows me to acknowledge all the doubt, fear, and heartache of this life . . . and yet at the same time embrace God's continued blessings. . . . His mercy and forgiveness, His love, His faithfulness, and the hope that we have in Jesus. <br />
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This is not our home. Lord help me put aside my selfishness, and let me view the trials of this life. . . as Your mercies in disguise. <br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-9456905651436707502015-01-19T03:24:00.001-08:002015-01-19T03:24:50.977-08:00A New YearI don't know exactly why it has become harder for me to come here to write over the past year or so, but I do know I don't want to let this go. I don't think I am a blogger at heart. I don't typically share my heart with others. But "Letters on Lined Paper" was born out of my writing on Caring Bridge, which was born out of our journey with Sara and her battle with cancer, and I need things that continue to connect me to her. <br />
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The passing of time is hard. It has been three and a half years since Sara went to be with the Lord. It seems like a long time. On the other hand, it seems like no time at all. So often I wish she could step back into our lives and just be here with us. If I'm honest, I can't deny the many days that I battle the "what ifs". I know those "what ifs" are totally unproductive and a result of taking my focus away from trusting God. . . .but it is an honest struggle. What if we had gotten Sara to the doctor sooner? What if we had sought a different treatment? What if we had made a more drastic change in her diet? What if we had prayed harder or differently? What if we had made her go back into the hospital for more intense treatment after her cancer kept returning? They go on and on, getting more unproductive the longer I allow my mind to go there. I need to choose to stop going there. I need to choose to trust in God's sovereignty and faithfulness. I do thank Him every day for his grace, and His constant forgiveness. My doubt and the fear of moving forward is so often overwhelming. I'm still trying to figure out how to do this . . . how to accept and trust and be thankful. . . .and how to carry all the memories graciously, and still be able to keep them all close in my heart. <br />
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God has been so gracious to our family. We are so blessed with our children and our grandchildren. Thank you Lord. <br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-81531709638497852702014-09-01T07:39:00.001-07:002014-09-01T07:39:24.829-07:00DifferentI think I miss Sara most on weekends. That is when we can usually connect with all our other kids, and I just can't shake the feeling that something is missing. It is also when I am usually home cleaning the house. There are countless little reminders of her everywhere. I LOVE the reminders, I wouldn't want it any other way, but it does make me a little melancholy. I just miss her. <br />
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Five years ago, on August 31, 2009, Sara had her first major surgery related to her cancer. The surgeons removed her entire femur, knee, and hip, and gave her what Sara called "a bionic leg". It was the most traumatic of her surgeries, and Sara faced it like a champ. She endured two and a half weeks in the hospital, 92 staples, six weeks of a cumbersome brace that encircled her waist and extended down below her knee, and was back in the hospital facing more chemo three and a half weeks after her surgery. I look back now and am so amazed at how tough she was and how little she complained. God brought us all through each step of the way. <br />
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Four years ago at this time, she was back starting classes at Corban College, determined to finish her senior year. We missed her, but we were rejoicing and praising God that He had brought her through the year of treatment, that the cancer was beaten, and that she was actually able to go back to school.<br />
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Three years ago, we were still trying to figure out how to accept the fact that Sara was gone, that the cancer had returned, and that God's plan was to take her home at the age of 22. Some days I feel like I'm still trying to figure out how to accept that. TRUST is a big thing. <br />
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I know this is true for countless others who have suffered loss, and I know everyone has. It is a struggle of life. When Sara died, there were people who said (in a loving and well-meaning way) that it would get better with time. I don't think I really believe it gets better, it just becomes different. I'm praying that God would grant me a deeper TRUST in Him, which is the basis of FAITH, which is the basis of HOPE.<br />
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August 2010 - Sam's weddingNoreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-38994572094978591462014-05-02T21:54:00.000-07:002014-05-02T21:54:12.008-07:003 yearsIt's been eight months since I've written here on my blog. I don't know why exactly. I think I reached a point where I felt like I couldn't condense my thoughts into words that were worth sharing. I think it is just hard to see life going on. . . . but it does. It often still feels like I'd rather suspend time so that all my memories of Sara remain clear and fresh, and recent. . . . .or, fast forward to the time that we can all be together for eternity. <br />
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Today. . . . three years since the night that Sara went to be with the Lord. . . .for HER sake. . . I would not wish her back here to live with the pain and stress of cancer. She is far better off where she is. But I would so love to be able to spend the weekend with her. . . .hearing all about the last three years she has spent in heaven. <br />
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As it is for everyone. . . my daily struggle is Philippians 4:8. . . ."whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good report, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things"<br />
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Focusing on all the lovely memories and trying to let go of all the things I wish were different but can't be. Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-74569396588989124032013-08-31T15:53:00.002-07:002013-08-31T15:53:43.494-07:00Dreams and ThoughtsI'm dreaming again. I am a person who has always had very vivid and outlandish dreams (that I could usually remember with much clarity). Then I went through I time when I stopped dreaming (probably has something to do with the fact that it has also been quite awhile since I have had a good nights sleep). Sleep still eludes me, but I usually fall asleep and stay that way sometime between 2:00 and 3:00am. Now that school has started, I'm back to getting up between 5:00 and 5:30am, and this week I have had some crazy dreams that stay with me when my alarm goes off. <br />
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The first day of school I woke up from a dream where I had decided to go see my friend Leslie in California for one last visit before school started. I had spent the night, confident that I could get up, get ready, and make it to school by 7:00am. In my dream, my alarm went off at 5:00am and I realized that there was no way I could drive from Southern California to get here to Fallon by 7:00. To make matters worse, I couldn't find her bathroom to take a shower, couldn't find my clothes. . . . and I finally woke up, relieved that I really only had a 10 minute drive to school!<br />
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Some of my other dreams this week have included Woody and I moving into an old "antique style" house, complete with many interesting nooks and crannies (that I have never seen in reality but somehow recognized from previous dreams). Weird! I also dreamt that I was diagnosed with Siberian cancer of the mouth (have no idea where that came from, but it was so real that I was ready to look it up on the internet the next morning to see if there was such a thing). I even dreamt that I had a baby. It was supposed to be a boy, but actually turned out to be a girl. She came out talking and looking exactly like one of my adorable 2nd graders at school, with long brown hair and freckles. The best dream was that Sara was actually with me all the time, but no one could see her except me. Selfish I know, but it was wonderful! How I wish that could be true. I would absolutely be willing to share her if we could have her back! I'm thankful for the dream anyway. . . . hope I have it again. <br />
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I went to get my hair cut on Thursday after school and picked up a magazine while I was waiting. The first thing I opened to was an advertisement for the City of Hope cancer center. The ad said something like. . . "Two of my friends were knocked down by cancer. The doctor told them they should just enjoy the time they had left. Instead of giving up, they contacted the City of Hope Cancer Center, and now. . . they are both cancer free!" I can't even tell you what that did to my heart. I am happy for those people, but it takes my mind right back down the path of. . . . maybe we didn't do the right thing for Sara. Maybe we should have left UCSF and sought another opinion or another course of treatment. Maybe we should have made Sara stay on an intensive regimen of chemo even when the doctors said it wouldn't cure her but would only make her last days more miserable. Maybe we should have pursued some of the obscure clinics or treatment plans that were constantly swirling around us. Maybe we just didn't pray hard enough. . . . .maybe, maybe. I know all these thoughts are futile and unproductive (and not God-honoring). I know that we have to trust that God took Sara EXACTLY when and how He planned. But it is still hard. It will always be hard. Trusting God and surrendering to Him is a DAILY, no HOURLY discipline. We know we need to do it, but we need HIS strength to keep at it and to let HIM accomplish it in us. <br />
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Philippians 4:8 ". . .whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things." Still counting 1000 (plus) gifts. . . <br />
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370. Sleeping long enough to dream<br />
371. Good memories<br />
372. Children<br />
373. Grandchildren<br />
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376. Constant and complete forgiveness<br />
377. Air conditioning<br />
378. Early morning sunshine<br />
379. Three day weekends<br />
380. Anticipation of Fall<br />
381. Pumpkin everything!Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-9845253091045259152013-08-25T20:51:00.001-07:002013-08-25T20:51:25.481-07:00Summer's Over - Back to SchoolSo another summer comes to an end. This summer ended on a very high note with the birth of our third grandbaby on August 21st. Graden Ames Timmerman joined his brother Wyatt, and sweet little cousin Ellery. We feel so incredibly blessed to have been able to spend so much time with all of our children this summer, and to have plenty (although never enough) of grandma and grandpa time.<br />
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Enjoyed some good books, worked in the yard, grew some beautiful flowers, found some fun antiques (or maybe just good junk with character), did some craft projects, worked with children's musical theater camp and put on a fun pirate musical, spent a little time with friends, and spent a lot of time with family. God has used many things this summer to keep me reflecting on where my heart is. The best thing I know to do when things seem rough is to focus on blessings, and all I have to be thankful for. So thankful for God's grace! <br />
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Yes, this is an amazing family. . . . who will humor their mother and actually pose for a picture in pirate beards. So thankful for each of our kids and their spouses. . . and of course grandkids! We are extremely thankful for every moment we get to spend together.<br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-6804831097943816102013-07-07T09:56:00.000-07:002013-07-07T09:56:07.112-07:00SummerThe summer sure does go by quickly. I'm so thankful for a job in the school district. Having a couple of months off during the summer, but knowing there is another busy schedule coming just around the corner, definitely enhances my appreciation of leisure time. I like to be busy, but I also like to "putter". I like to be with people, but I also need some time to myself, and I crave time with family (which is a challenge now that Woody and I are at least a long day's drive from any of our family). I am very thankful for summer puttering and summer visiting. <br />
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So far we have enjoyed time with my mom, time with some dear California friends, time with our kids (and grandkids) in Oregon, time with Heidi and Brady (and Sandi Patti - the dog) as they came through town on their road trip to Oregon, time working in the yard, and plenty of time puttering. I actually just looked up the word puttering in the dictionary. It means "to occupy oneself aimlessly, as in wasting time". I feel like I should look for a different word now, because I believe that my time has been spent productively, and productive puttering would seem to be an oxymoron. Oh well. I am still going to give myself permission to continue puttering this summer. <br />
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Another blessing is that as I was struggling today with the technology of downloading pictures from my camera to my computer (should be a simple task I know), I found a file of pictures on my computer that I hadn't seen for a long time. One thing about missing Sara is that it is such a gift to randomly come upon a picture of her, or something of hers that sparks a memory. It's the same with special songs, funny stories, or little things I see that I know she'd like. I hope and pray I have those sparks in a constant and consistent way for the rest of my life here on this earth. We are going to celebrate Sara's birthday in Oregon with all of the kids this year, and we will embrace all those memories as we wish we could be embracing her. <br />
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351. The Happy Book - a gift from a much-loved friend</div>
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352. Antique stores</div>
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In June 2010 Sara bought a heart charm and had it engraved on one side "June 2009" and on the other side "Phil 4:13". She was done with her year of treatment and set to move forward with her life. She said she wanted something to always remind her of what God had brought her through, and she wore it on a bracelet. I wear that charm now, and I will always remember. <br />
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There's a line in a song. . . ."HE gives and takes away, HE gives and takes away. My heart will choose to say, 'Lord, blessed be Your name!" It's hard to accept God taking Sara away, but He has given me so much. My birthday was a great reminder of that. Thankful list continued. . . . <br />
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331. My parents. . . I miss my Dad. . . my mom is absolutely AMAZING!<br />
332. My brother and his family. . . don't get to see them much. . . love them to pieces<br />
333. My husband. . . such a blessing. . . and his family . . . blessings overflowing<br />
334. Our kids and their spouses. . . .they fill my heart<br />
335. Early morning phone calls<br />
336. Grandkids. . . oh what absolute JOY!<br />
337. Ellery Sara Swenson born 5/29. . . . pure preciousness!<br />
338. Airplanes!!<br />
339. Friends and family near and far. . . . gifts from God every one<br />
340. A job I love. . . with a staff and kids that are absolutely wonderful!<br />
341. Laughter with co-workers. . .even when things are hectic and crazy<br />
342. A ga-zillion birthday wishes and hugs from my kids at school<br />
343. Watching kids grow up. . . investing in their lives. . . loving them<br />
344. High school kids. . . graduations<br />
345. Flowers. . . fun pots/containers. . . watering early in the morning or late in the evening<br />
346. Summertime<br />
347. Planning musicals<br />
348. The end of a school year<br />
349. Memories. . . <br />
350. The grace and mercy of God that gets us through each day!<br />
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. . . . . could go on and on. . . . gotta go to work. . . .second to the last day of school with kids!Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-61249407609912604092013-06-03T06:08:00.000-07:002013-06-03T06:08:31.189-07:00Blessings in a BucketAfter 17 years of living in our house, we have finally gotten around to doing some landscaping in our backyard. It took us a long time to figure out what we wanted to do, but now it's kind of fun to have some trees and plants out there. . . and to see which ones we can actually keep living and growing!<br />
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This weekend, I decided I needed some "containers with character" that I could fill with flowers to add some interest and color. My dear friend has a store here in Fallon called "Blessings in a Bucket". Besides loving the name of the shop, I just had a hunch that she would have the sort of treasures I was looking for . . . and I was not disappointed. I think this is going to be my on-going summer project. . . . collecting containers and planting flowers! <br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-91242854310796795452013-05-29T21:43:00.001-07:002013-05-29T21:43:36.001-07:00Ellery Sara Swenson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is the birthday of our second grandchild and first granddaughter. Sam and Kimberly are the proud parents of this little (actually not so little) bundle of pure joy. Ellery was born this morning weighing 9lbs 14oz, and 22.5 inches long. It is already evident that she will have her daddy wrapped around her little finger. We are so thankful for her safe delivery and that both Kimberly and Ellery are doing well. Our hearts are in Oregon tonight. . . . and our bodies will be there as soon as possible. So blessed!Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-85859511872630780402013-05-14T20:31:00.001-07:002013-05-14T20:31:42.499-07:00gifts. . . .322. Reading stories written by 1st graders<br />
323. First graders<br />
324. Spring planting<br />
325. Perennials that actually come back after a Nevada winter - at the Swenson's<br />
326. An awesome school staff who declared this week "Counselor Appreciation Week"<br />
327. So You Think You Can Dance - so many memories of watching this in the hospital with Sara<br />
328. Granddaughter Ellery Sara Swenson due May 25th - praying for safe delivery for baby and mama<br />
329. Craft projects<br />
330. Dancing in the rain Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-14441995564717442452013-05-11T20:24:00.000-07:002013-05-11T20:45:52.336-07:00Happy Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so very thankful for my mother. I have always hoped to grow up to be just like her. . . and that is still my hope! Mom you are one of life's biggest blessings and you are greatly loved. I am thankful that God has so blessed me as a daughter and also as a mom. Sam. . . Heidi. . . Kari. . . Sara. . . all precious, precious gifts!<br />
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Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-75545299212395186292013-05-03T00:35:00.001-07:002013-05-03T00:44:31.025-07:00FavoritesSo I left work early today. . . .just needing to be by myself. . . .one of those times when you need something, but you don't know exactly what you need. . . .or what you think you need you can't have. <br />
I went to the cemetery wanting to sit by Sara's grave, and wouldn't you know, the groundskeeper's cart was parked right there. He was SLOWLY raking, putting down extra dirt . . . .and whatever else it is that they do. So I parked a ways away and waited for him to be done. My plan was to relax, think, pray, remember. . . .but of course all I did was worry about how long he was going to take. I finally did get some time there, but by then the sprinklers were coming on so. . . oh well. . . she's not THERE anyway. <br />
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Driving away, I tried to think of what I should do next. . . but being that I needed to use the restroom. . . I knew I would have to do it fairly quickly. I finally decided I would stop at the quick market and get pepsi freezes to take home for Woody and I. That is something that Sara and I often did, or that I picked up for her when she was feeling yucky. So I stopped, gathered my change and went inside. . . . only to find that the machine was defrosting. . . so no pepsi freezes. At that point I knew I just had to go home.<br />
Yes, my first tendency was to want to cry, or be very annoyed. But then I imagined Sara sitting in the front seat next to me (because this sort of thing happened with us many a time). I would vent, she would laugh, and I would feel better. So I made myself laugh. It was a true "Sara" memory. <br />
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It's not about not understanding, or being angry because it isn't fair. Nothing's fair and everyone has lost people they love. Like others in similar situations, it's just about missing her so very much. I feel like I can't get enough of the memories, or I'm afraid I won't remember them all, or that they will fade away if I don't hang on. When I remember the pain Sara endured, I'm so, so thankful that she is beyond all that and rejoicing in heaven. I would never wish her back for her. I just have to deal with the wishing her back for us.<br />
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We've had many loving, encouraging notes this week, and beautiful flowers. . . .sweet thoughts from thoughtful friends. I love that Sara is remembered. I want to remember everything about her. I need to remember her favorite things, and since I am a list maker, I figure this is a good time and place. <br />
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<u>Sara's favorites - a RANDOM listing</u><br />
<em>All her siblings (and their spouses)</em><br />
<em>The family together</em><br />
<em>Disney princesses - especially Cinderella</em><br />
<em>Red nail polish</em><br />
<em>Pedicures</em><br />
<em>Silver jewelery - especially rings</em><br />
<em>Mascara</em><br />
<em>Bubble gum</em><br />
<em>Scotchmallows</em><br />
<em>The summer after her senior year in high school</em><br />
<em>Oreos and milk</em><br />
<em>Otis Spunkmeier chocolate muffins and milk</em><br />
<em>Naming her cars - Sally and Dolly</em><br />
<em>Being aunt Sara</em><br />
<em>Stars and polka dots</em><br />
<em>The color red</em><br />
<em>Rain boots</em><br />
<em>Flip flops</em><br />
<em>Silly songs</em><br />
<em>Camp</em><br />
<em>Singing and dancing - at the same time</em><br />
<em>Reading and journaling</em><br />
<em>Gymnastics</em><br />
<em>Fluffy pillows</em><br />
<em>Soft blankets</em><br />
<em>Being in, choreographing, or helping with musicals - in any capacity</em><br />
<em>Wicked</em><br />
<em>Harry Potter</em><br />
<em>Friends - in real life and the TV show</em><br />
<em>White Christmas - and the song "Sisters"</em><br />
<em>Big sun glasses</em><br />
<em>Big lip smacker lip gloss</em><br />
<em>Target</em><br />
<em>Playing games</em><br />
<em>Quelf</em><br />
<em>Bowling </em><br />
<em>Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy</em><br />
<em>Gerber daisies</em><br />
<em>Her roommates - every single one she ever had</em><br />
<em>Her red phone - talking to and texting her friends</em><br />
<em>Worship songs - especially The Revelation Song</em><br />
<em>Bright colored socks</em><br />
<em>Lotion on her feet</em><br />
<em>Dairy Queen blizzards</em><br />
<em>Soft pretzels from the movie theater</em><br />
<em>Cherry Coke</em><br />
<em>White chocolate mochas from Starbucks</em><br />
<em>Starbucks red Christmas cups</em><br />
<em>CHRISTMAS</em><br />
<em>Red, white, and blue</em><br />
<em>Letters on lined paper</em><br />
<em>Salad with ranch dressing</em><br />
<em>Mac & cheese</em><br />
<em>Mashed potatoes</em><br />
<em>BBQs</em><br />
<em>Going to Grandma's</em><br />
<em>Painting</em><br />
<em>Making gifts</em><br />
<em>New York</em><br />
<em>So You Think You Can Dance</em><br />
<em>Cooking shows</em><br />
<em>Enchanted</em><br />
<em>The Sandlot</em><br />
<em>Little kids</em><br />
<em>Playing crazy rum </em><br />
<em>Pie with no filling - just the crust</em><br />
<em>Steamed broccoli</em><br />
<em>Bacon cheeseburgers</em><br />
<em>Starbursts and skittles (the kind in the blue bag)</em><br />
<em>Quesadillas</em><br />
<em>Laughter with friends and family</em><br />
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Gotta stop. That's a start for now. So thankful for memories. <br />
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<br />Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-52970129971768177942013-05-01T06:13:00.001-07:002013-05-01T06:13:14.876-07:00beginnings. . . . . and endings. . . . and beginningsMay 1st . . . April, May, and June are filled with memories of beginnings and endings. I guess that is not really anything phenomenal, we could all probably say that about any month or season. That is life. . . . beginnings and endings and the story in between. The pain in Sara's knee became more than a minor discomfort in April of 2009. She came home in May and we made an appointment with the doctor for June 4th. Her treatment for osteosarcoma started immediately. In April of 2010 Sara completed her protocol of chemo and her second lung surgery. May and June were months of recovery, physical therapy, a "final" leg surgery, and plans for resuming her life. May 2nd of 2011 was the end of Sara's life here on earth. I still don't understand it, I still don't want to accept it, I still struggle against it. . . . . but I am beyond thankful that for Sara, that ending was just a glorious new beginning. I will also always be thankful for those two years we had with Sara. It was two years of recognizing and appreciating all the things we loved about her, and never taking her for granted. That was a gift, and I know we were blessed. <br />
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On days when the choice to get up and keep going is particularly difficult, I realize that I have neglected to grab hold of what God continually offers. That is also a choice that is sometimes just hard to make. <br />
I need to continue my "thankful list".<br />
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311. The vastness of God's grace and mercy<br />
312. Busy days that pass quickly<br />
313. Lasting friendships<br />
314. That VHS can become DVD - memories of good times<br />
315. When an ending becomes a better beginning<br />
316. Face time - both real and virtual<br />
317. New green growth coming up through plants we thought were dead<br />
318. Open windows<br />
319. Spring flowers<br />
320. New recipes - like curry chicken<br />
321. Family<br />
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Gotta go to work. . . . . . <br />
Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-43037826859571973502013-04-25T06:16:00.000-07:002013-04-25T06:16:01.257-07:00The "Pit"I went to a concert last night, in the "Pit" at our old High School . . .Jr High . . .now District Office and Middle School here in Fallon. I played the piano on a couple of songs for the high school choral ensemble called Minor Details, and also for a couple of the kid's solos that they sang for regional solo & ensemble. I LOVE those kids, and their talent is amazing. The director, Tom Fleming is one of the best I've ever known. The concert was absolutely wonderful. <br />
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The "Pit" has been recently renovated and looks beautiful. The stage is redone, the wood floor refurbished, the balconies re-railed, etc. . .and while it has lost a bit of its authenticity (because I just kind of like the "old and worn" look), I still love it. I believe it is one of my favorite buildings here in Fallon. I'm not sure how old it is, but I know that many of the older folks in Fallon attended high school there, so at least back to the 1930's or earlier. Heidi, Kari, and Sara attended jr high school there, and in 1996 (when Kari was in 7th grade), we started doing our jr high musicals in the "Pit". Let's see if I can remember. . . the first one was "Ducktails and Bobbysox", then "Shakespeare Comes to Calamity Creek", then "Lucky Hudson", then "Lil Abner", and then "Annie". . . .when we first learned that Sara loved musical theater and she landed the role of Annie. The next year it was "Crazy for You", and Sara had equally as much fun being one of the chorus and learning to tap dance as she had playing the leading role the year before. She just loved being there and being a part of the whole production. I miss doing musicals with her and watching that love flow out of her. <br />
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I stood in the open hallway during intermission of last night's concert, looking around, watching people, and just being filled with so many good memories. I chatted for a bit with the lady who taught art for years at Northside Elementary. She taught both Kari and Sara, and Kari was good friends with her son throughout jr high and high school. At one point in our conversation this dear lady said, "And how's Sara?". Time stopped, my brain froze and I could feel it clicking, trying to process and find an answer. I know she saw my confusion and realized her mistake. She said, "I'm so sorry, I get their names confused, I mean Kari." We went on for a little bit with our conversation, the lights blinked to start the concert again, and time moved on. It didn't make me mad or upset. It was actually kind of nice to hear someone say Sara's name out loud. I wanted to live in that moment. . . to think that she was still here, somewhere. . . and how was she? I was even thankful for it, because sometimes I need confirmation that she was really here, that I'm not just living in some dream. <br />
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Anyway. . . I wish I had a good picture of the "Pit" to share. It is a lovely old building, filled with many memories for many people. I know it might seem crazy to love a building, but I do. . . . I love all the years of memories it contains.Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-70946584200585962782013-04-21T17:40:00.000-07:002013-04-21T17:40:55.727-07:00"Bread & Wine" by Shauna NiequistI'm reading a new book by one of my favorite current authors. The author is Shauna Niequist. She has written two other books that I have already talked about on caringbridge posts or earlier blog posts. "Cold Tangerines" was her first, then "Bittersweet", and her new book is "Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table with Recipes". I love this woman. I love her writing, I love her genuineness, I love her perspective, I love her humor, I love her love of food. We have nothing in common, and yet we have everything in common. (hard to explain) I highly recommend this book. <br />
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This book is full of Shauna's life and learning experiences, and also recipes that are tied to those memories. The funny thing is, I have always said that I really don't enjoy cooking. Then why is it that I love to READ about cooking, and since Sara's illness, have also developed a love of cooking shows like Chopped or Cupcake Wars? I remember when my kids were all young and I was reading some novel about a pioneer family. I don't even remember what it was. At some point in the novel, the mom was making applesauce cookies with her kids. . .big golden brown cookies the size of your palm, soft and warm from the oven, fragrant with the fresh Fall scent of apples and cinnamon, bursting with plump, juicy raisins. I think I stopped right there, went to find my Betty Crocker cook book, and found the closest thing I could find to a recipe for applesauce cookies. (this was before google) Brown sugar drops sounded close, substituting applesauce and butter for vegetable oil and shortening, adding liberal spoonfuls of cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg. . . .and of course substituting chocolate chips for the raisins (even though plump, juicy raisins sounded good in print. . . I knew that oooey, gooey chocolate chips would taste much better). The cookies were a huge hit with my family, and actually permanently displaced Nestle Tollhouse chocolate chip cookies in our household from then on. <br />
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Anyway, all that to say, there is just something to reading about delicious foods and the art of putting them together, the words that make your mouth water until you imagine that you can actually taste the sweet or savory creation. . .the words that can actually make someone like me want to get up and go to the kitchen. . . amazing! If you know me, or paid any attention to all the "substitutions" I listed above, you know that I'm not great at following a recipe when I cook. I can't seem to help myself when it comes to leaving out things that don't sound good to me, adding extra ingredients, or just adding more of the things that DO sound good. So, you can imagine my elation when reading through a certain chapter in Shauna's book where she said. . . "Following a recipe is like playing scales, but COOKING is like playing jazz." I LOVE it!! <br />
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The concepts Shauna puts forth in her book are so much deeper than just food and cooking. I know I am going to go back and re-read this book when I'm done, to mull it all over and let it sink in. But it has been fun to have an immediate connection through some of my recent cooking experiences. Because I continue to have such a hard time sleeping at night, I have been browsing for ideas about healthy foods to eat in the evening that might help with that problem. I found a recipe for "lullaby muffins" that includes several ingredients said to induce a good's night's rest. Mashed bananas, applesauce, whole wheat flour, almonds, oats, milk, and honey are the ingredients I remember. Sounds like it could be a winner, right? Definitely not!! I actually did follow the recipe (except for adding several shakes of cinnamon, which just needs to be included in anything with applesauce), but I wouldn't really even call the result a muffin. The next recipe I tried was for some healthy cookies (because I am also trying very hard to lose some weight, but struggle with the craving for something sweet - and baked). These also included mashed bananas, applesauce, and oats (and I added chocolate chips since I believe they should be included in most every cookie). These did not taste like, or even resemble anything close to a cookie! As I thought over those two baking disasters, I asked myself why I even tried those recipes, when I don't really like, and rarely eat bananas. ?? During my later browsings, I read that one of the foods you should never eat if you want to lose weight is a banana. Done and done!<br />
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Before I close, I do want to share two recipes that have been successes in the past couple of weeks. <br />
The first is a kale salad, a recipe I got from Heidi. Notice that I don't give measures. Sorry, that is one of my big culinary flaws. (or, just the way I play jazz) :)<br />
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Chopped kale<br />
Carrot matchsticks<br />
Toasted slivered almonds<br />
Craisins<br />
Shredded parmesan cheese<br />
Grilled chicken <br />
Dressing: Olive oil, lemon juice & zest, crushed red pepper, garlic, salt & pepper<br />
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This was delicious. Woody even liked it. The other recipe is one I made up as a result of reading that black beans are good for keeping your body from storing fat. I call it chicken & black bean nachos. I'm thinking the "not storing fat" part probably only works if you eat one SMALL helping.<br />
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Cut chicken breasts in small pieces, place in baking dish, and cover with taco sauce or salsa<br />
Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes<br />
Add black beans, chopped green onions, chopped sweet peppers, chopped cilantro <br />
Top with shredded cheddar cheese and bake 10-15 more minutes<br />
Eat with your favorite tortilla chips<br />
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I'm ashamed to say Woody and I didn't have any leftovers. We probably stored a little fat! Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-34434303726420362072013-04-11T21:42:00.000-07:002013-04-11T21:42:38.369-07:00Dear Sara. . .Dear Sara, <br />
There are so many memories that make me smile. There are so many memories that make my heart ache with missing you so much. Maybe this time of year makes me miss you more. I miss competing with you while watching Wheel of Fortune when I come home from work. I miss thinking of what we'll have for dessert before deciding what we'll have for dinner. I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, I miss hearing your voice, I miss talking to you on the phone. I miss you on our road trips. . . every time I walk into a public restroom and see the handicap stall I think of how much we laughed while you were in your brace and couldn't bend your leg. (difficult and frustrating at the time - but at least we laughed!)<br />
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I often call you on your phone, just to hear your sweet voice say, "I can't get to my phone right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back." It helps somehow. I think of you in heaven, laughing, because of course you can't get to your phone right now! After a long day at school today, I got in the car and pushed speed dial #6, just to hear you for a moment. Apparently all of our phones have had some kind of technical overall (I remember having to redo my voicemail last weekend), and your message was gone. Just gone. I know you are probably saying. . . . "It's time mom. It's kind of ridiculous that you have been paying for my phone for almost two years, when I don't need it anymore." I know that's true, and I suppose God knew it had to happen that way or we would never have been able to cancel your phone, but oh how my heart hurts. <br />
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So, instead of a phone call, I'll write you a letter on lined paper. <br />
Love you so much, <br />
Mom<br />
Noreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-77065638941358662922013-04-10T05:57:00.000-07:002013-04-10T05:57:05.236-07:00continued thankful list. . . .297. Wyatt Reed Timmerman - 3 years old today<br />
298. Time spent with all of our kids - missed you Brady! (and Sara)<br />
299. Oregon rain<br />
300. Original Pancake House in Salem now serves pumpkin pancakes year round - YES!<br />
301. Anticipation of more grandbabies - Ellery Sara Swenson coming May 25th and Baby Boy <br />
Timmerman coming mid-August<br />
302. Being back to the same time zone as AZ - early morning chats with Heidi<br />
303. Last quarter of the school year<br />
304. An incredibly patient husband that puts up with so much from me<br />
305. Spring snow & warm blankets<br />
306. Forecast of a sunny weekend<br />
307. Dreams<br />
308. New mercies every morning<br />
309. Counting blessings<br />
310. ChoicesNoreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11421206808908865346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368774182423261984.post-63194609117391972462013-03-15T06:17:00.002-07:002013-03-15T06:17:25.681-07:00ThankfulMonday night was a gift for me. It was helpful to have a reason to write, and pour out Sara's story that is ongoing in my heart. It is a good thing I wrote it because by the time I got to Courtney's house I couldn't put two clear thoughts together in my head. It was hard to read out loud. . . . but also good for me. The girls and the moms who were there were so sweet and supportive. I hope it was somehow helpful in their lives as well. I am sure God is working in a million ways, not just in me. It is amazing how perfectly He works. For me, it was exactly what I needed at the moment. . . including where and with whom. I still wished Sara could have been there with me. . . but I could say that with a smile. <br />
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Woody is in Minnesota visiting his mom and family. So thankful for all of them. I think he might have found a place to set up shop for retirement!<br />
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291. Woody - my amazing husband, partner, friend<br />
292. Looking for laughter<br />
293. Eating ice cream right before going to bed<br />
294. Crazy dreams that occur - perhaps as a result of #293<br />
295. That crazy dreams are just dreams<br />
296. New mercies every morning<br />
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