Yummy stuff

Just a quick recipe for all of you procrastinators who do not know what to take to the New Year's Eve party tomorrow night.

Take an 8oz block of cream cheese and coat it all over with dry Good Season's Italian dressing mix. (Yep- the dry stuff that you are supposed to mix with vinegar and oil for salad dressing.)

Place this coated cream cheese on a pretty plate and surround it with Wheat Thins.

The rest is easier yet- use a cracker and scoop up a bit of the cream cheese, eat and enjoy!

This is Me

I know that many of these posts will be obvious to me, but today I am staring at the computer, not sure which way to go. It is not that I have nothing to say, quite the contrary. I have so much, and being a new blogger, I am just not sure how to prioritize all of these topics floating around in my brain. I guess I will start at the beginning. Some of you know my story; it might bore you, yet some might find a few things interesting.

I am the last of nine children. That says a lot right there doesn't it? I am also one of only 2 girls in the entire brood. My sister is right above me in birth order, so that means seven boys were first. I am convinced that my parents really wanted girls. We were poor, but I did not really know it until about 7th grade. That was when all the comparisons began. I was not emotionally close to all of my siblings all the time. It seems that I floated in and out of relationships with my siblings. Sometimes I was closer to one or the other, but the wonderful thing is that I truly to this day love each of my siblings and have a unique bond with each of them, minus one, I will explain later.

We were very close to Mother's parents (Grandma and Granddad Promise Box). I did not know Daddy's parents; one passed away the month I was born, and the other when I was about two years old. My brothers were the military type. I remember going to the big city many times to send off or pick up one of them on their many trips oversees. I loved that big airport. I just did not like saying goodbye. I always felt sorry for the youngest of my brothers. He joined up, probably thinking he too would travel to distant and wonderful lands. I think he made it to Texas and Ohio.

In my junior year of high school I became a Christian. I had been involved in church all my life, but it wasn't real for me until high school. So much before then seemed like a list of do's and don’ts. I realized finally that it is all about relationships. At my best friends urging I gave my life to God and have not looked back. I went on to a Bible college with best friend, and then the blueprints of my life, as I know it began.

At Bible College I met my husband. I look back and I see how God prepared me in those years for the greatest hurts of my life. The relationships I was building with God, future husband, and his family would carry me through some very dark days.

When I was 21 years old, and just 5 weeks before I would walk down the aisle to marry, Mother lost her battle with cancer. I had not experienced any death in our family of someone I was really close to. Perhaps, a great aunt or uncle, but not a close relative. Even if there had been a close one, what compares to losing your Mother? This hit me hard, and my family as well.
My sister and I had to find a way to lean on each other, and I admit I leaned on her hard. While most would say that 5 weeks before your wedding is a terrible time to lose your mother, God knew that in just 5 weeks I would be blessed with a mother-in-law like no other. This helped tremendously.

Just 1 1/2 years later we lost Daddy to heart disease. I was never as close to Daddy as Mother. But my heart ached again at that loss, and at the realization that that not only would I miss my parents for the rest of my life, but that I would forever miss the events I would never share with them. I miss the things today that never happened more than I miss what did.

Since then, I have lost my oldest brother. He was 21 years old when I was born, married by the time I was about one, and his first daughter made me an aunt at the age of two and a half. He died from lifelong complications of rheumatic fever. His middle daughter has since passed away. At the age of just 27 she died from a mass in her lungs that had been there undetected since birth.

There have been some deep hurts in my life, but there has also been great joy. Because of this joy, I can look back on these hurts and realize that God prepares us ahead of our hurts, and comforts us through them until we find joy again.

I have two sons, who might not be perfect. But I would not trade them with anyone. They love the Lord, each other and my husband and I. I am blessed beyond measure with extended family, and friends that make my life on this earth as good as it gets and I cannot complain.

Why do I tell you all of this and revel so much so fast? It is who I am. My life, my personality, my choices today are shaped by these events. It is who I am at the core.

This is Me.

Aunt Greenteeth

I was prompted to explain something. From time to time you might see me referred to as "Aunt Greenteeth". This wonderful name came to me through marriage. I am not "Greenteeth", I am the wife of such. When certain nieces and nephews were little, my adorable husband would affectionally call them "Greenteeth". Now to be anonomyous, my husband and I are Uncle and Aunt Greenteeth when we are mentioned in Cyberspace. I prefer Silver Belle, so we will see which name prevails.

I promise...

Have you ever stopped to think about the power in those two words? When my sons were little boys I found I sometimes ended an announcement with the words , "I promise". It amazes me that at the tender ages of 5 and 3 they would hang on to that promise and be ready to repeat my words when the event did not occur. "But Mom, you promised", they would whine . It got to the point where I would dance around those two words , making sure to leave them out. I would replace them with phrases such as, "I'll try", "If it works out..." , or "Hopefully". That gave me an insurance in case the event did not work out, I could always say " I didn't promise".

When did we loose faith in those words? Was it then, at 3 or 5 when our mom's stopped saying them that we decided there are no real promises? The picture is of my grandparents Promise Box. It sat on their dining room table everyday of my childhood. It was the first thing I asked for after their passing. As a child, I would see my grandad take one out of the box and they would both read the promise and the quote on the other side, and then they prayed. They never lost faith in promises. Maybe, no, certainly it was because these promises were all from scripture. They were all words of God, spoken to reassure us that His promises are real and can be counted on. Always.

I pray that over the years my sons have been able to discern the difference between the promises that we make, which sometimes do not come to be, and the promises from God , which have proven true every time.

He promises.

Just in case you wondered...

Youngest son has another door to his bedroom, we did not seal him off completely.

The first day of the rest of my blog...

This is my new adventure, so I will keep my first entry short and sweet. I am anxious to reveal my deep and random thoughts with cyberspace, but those will come in later posts. This post is for learning, and playing...The first picture shows our tree and living room as it was this Christmas. Today, I was quite ambitious and completely altered the look of the living room with a faux wall. Youngest son's bedroom door is hiding behind the awesome handmade quilt (which was a gift from my sister a couple of years ago ).



That is all for tonight, more pictures and posts to come.