I Was a Turkey on Thanksgiving

My turkey tale from this year’s Thanksgiving Day:

Besides the traditional food that is made only once or twice a year at our house, I made several  dishes & desserts that I’ve made for years & years. But something happened. What really happened BEFORE all our friends arrived? My family experienced it with me… but here’s what only they know…

I failed. Flopped. Messed up so many things.

The wonderful sausage stuffing was NOT supposed to be so dry.

The lovely sweet potato dish was NOT supposed to be soup that later solidified & looked like a giant orange blob.

The chocolate cranberry bread budding – that no one even knew I’d made- was NOT supposed to be made from the extra bread I’d made for croutons… the GARLIC bread!! ick

The pumpkin pie was too done.

The apple crisp (that I’ve made numerous times every fall for the last 20 yrs) had rubbery apples and a crisp that wasn’t crispy. (It was fed to the garbage disposal the night before any guests arrived.)

And even the ice tea that I make EVERY stinkin day was TOO strong!


What in the world?  I can make some of these dishes with my eyes closed? What happened? I only know two things:

1. Our friends brought lots of yummy food & saved the day

2. My identity was perhaps a little too tied into all my “homemade this & homemade that”… and pride comes before a fall.

I was a little cranky that day because I’d let myself down. But the next morning in prayer I was convicted & asked Jesus to forgive me for being too proud & to forgive me for thinking about myself on a wonderful holiday that is about thankfulness… not selfishness.

This doesn’t change the fact that much of our menu items will continue to be homemade… it’s just healthier & cheaper. But it has changed my outlook. A little slice of humble pie was the best thing I ate this Thanksgiving.



Recently overheard 3

My friend, Freddie, has mentioned several times that she thinks it would be hilarious to be a fly on my wall. Ha!

The conversations inside our home & car this week have dished out a plethora of humorous comments. When I was done laughing, I started writing them down… enjoy.


“This is the most embarrassing day of my life.” / “That’s my job- embarrassing my kid when they’re preteens.” /” Well, you’re doing a great job!”


“Stop singing, Dude.”


“I’m pretty sure Batman & Robin are Christians.”


“I get to choose what we play cuz I’M the BIRTHDAY boy!”/ “NO. I get to choose what we play cuz I’m the GUEST!”


“All this coloring is making me really tired.”


“That’s so weird… Some people are really weird.” (says the girl wearing this mask)


“I’m pretty sure that my sister doesn’t have any jewels in her crown!”


“Oh, you’re writing a story? Here’s a story for ya. ‘Once upon a time my sister was a mean bean. The end.’ There!”


“Mom, when we have kids you’re gunna be the most boring Grandma of all time because you never spend your money on candy!”


“MOM! There’s a man walking around outside our window! (and their window is on the 3rd floor… but they were right!)



One of those Minions Spoke Up…



Last week I blogged about my “Minion Kids” who learn to do chores at a young age. While I was writing that post, my 15 yr. old daughter, Courtney, was standing over my shoulder making hilarious comments. It seemed “only fair” that she would get to “add her two cents” worth … so here’s my original post with her comments added in Bold Red Italics!


A couple of days ago a couple of my friends tweeted that they wished they had her own minions to do their work or go get  sushi.  I cracked up… and then realized… wait a minute… I DO have my own minions!  My kids!

Not exactly minions, but just as cute (well, cuter cuz they’re real) and they actually do my work for me… OK, they do SOME of my work for me! “We do all of it; let’s not kid.”

You see, since they’ve been young I’ve included my children in the many tasks that a family & home require. “Training them young helps them to grow accustomed to a life of labor.” As toddlers & preschoolers they LOVED it cuz it made them feel grown up. As they get older it kinda loses its appeal, but it’s already a part of their lives, so they do it anyway. My little minions are good workers… and don’t usually complain too much.

When they’re really little they’d do things like take the napkins to the table, put the shoes in the closet, toys in the box , etc… “Meanwhile I could get important things done such as painting my nails, talking on the phone and sleeping.”

Preschoolers & Early Elementary children clear the table each meal, push in the chairs, empty small garbage cans, dust window sills, feed the dog, put their clothes away, bring laundry to laundry room, clean light switches, even vacuum, etc… “They can also clean the chimney, scrub your feet, and park the car.”

Upper Elementary & Jr. High kids can do the dishes, dust furniture, pick up dog do-do from the yard, prepare simple meals, clean bathroom counters, sweep floors, do their own laundry, clean their rooms, wash & change bedding, etc… “Basically you could send them off to college now and they’d do perfectly fine.”

High School students can really do just about anything around the house, and should. Includingcook meals. “But in all reality, they’re too busy doing everything else in the entire house to have time to do your only job.”

Hmm, now that I’m looking at this list I realize two things

1. I sound like a total slave driver “Which is completely accurate.”

2. With all this help (I have 5 kids) I should have a spotless house.  Oops, I just made myself look bad!  ha!  “But you all like the idea of slave children already so it doesn’t matter!”

Being an effective parent will always require work… in every area!  But teaching our kids to help out not only gives us opportunity to have minions – hee hee- but to develop responsible, hard working kids that don’t expect everything given to them or done for them. “They’ll even offer to make their own soup if they ever come down with influenza.” It takes time to teach them… twice as long as if you were doing it yourself… but in the long run it’s well worth it… for THEM (and you, too).

So, Gru, get to makin’ that chore chart. “And don’t forget to make them massage your head, re-shingle the roof, make Christmas dinner, and wash your delicates.”

(I laugh every time I read this… she’s hilarious!)



Sorta like Wonderland

Recently, while we were making dinner, laughing & teasing each other,

my daughter, Courtney, told me that I talk like Lewis Carroll.

(“You know, Mom, as in “Alice in Wonderland!”)

Here’s a few of “Wonderland-isms” that I’ve said lately…

“Sometimes it is. Sometimes it’s not. Today was a not day.”

“I’m not mocking you in my heart. I’m openly making fun of you so you’ll laugh.

So I guess really it’s YOU that’s making all the fun. Cuz I’m making fun of you

but I couldn’t if it weren’t for you. So you’re the one making this day fun!”

Zoe: “Mom, my vocab word is Grievance = real or imagined wrongs. What’s that mean?”

Me: “Oh, this is when you think something is wrong. But sometimes it really

isn’t so you’re actually wrong about it being wrong, you know, cuz you

just thought it was. But if you don’t say anything you won’t know that

you’re wrong. So to ‘air your grievances” is to make it right, even if

it wasn’t really wrong in the first place.”

Zoe: “Mom! That makes absolutely NO sense at all!”

Me: (Laughing) “I know!!!”

And the point of this post… well…

sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself & be willing to admit

to yourself & your kids that you’re a “tiny smidge loopy!” (LOL!)

Honestly, when we’re OK with laughing at our own silliness it

endears people to us… cuz they can relate, even if they don’t want

to admit it!