tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34062106279355929662024-03-05T10:32:47.489-06:00Outside LisaOutside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-2516087879829634872013-07-11T16:59:00.000-05:002013-07-11T16:59:26.419-05:00Red Quinoa, Bulgur & Black Bean Salad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A summer salad full of fiber, protein and healthy fat, this easy adaptation is the perfect healthy lunch. </div>
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1- 8oz. pack of Bulgur & Red Quinoa Quick Cook Grains by Central Market, cooked</div>
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1- 15oz can black beans, drained and rinsed</div>
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1- 15oz can whole kernel corn, drained</div>
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1/2 cup fresh cilantro, chopped</div>
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sliced avocado, whole sprig of fresh cilantro and limes to garnish</div>
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6 T. Olive Oil</div>
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1/2 tsp each of Ground Cumin and Ground Paprika</div>
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Juice of two Limes</div>
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Prepare the Bulgur & Red Quinoa according to directions on the package. While waiting for cooked grains to cool, make dressing by adding all ingredients to mason jar and shake. Combine cooked bulgur and quinoa, black beans, corn, cilantro, and dressing in bowl. Chill in refrigerator until ready to serve. Top each serving with sliced avocado and garnish with cilantro and sliced lime. Makes 12 servings.</div>
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<br />Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-32406646160002935902013-06-04T10:38:00.003-05:002013-06-04T10:38:45.282-05:00The Wild & Wonderful Days of Summer Are Upon UsMy kids are out of school and we are slipping into the wild and wonderful days of summer. The river calls and soon we will answer with a day spent atop a tube lazily floating along soaking in the sunshine and the smell of sycamores. That smell lives in my mind, restless to be awoken. I look forward to many days spent exploring new swimming holes, hiking new hillsides, and warm evenings with friends. <br />
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Today I start a new regimen of yoga in the morning and running in the evening. Every day will not be the same and I will not be hard on myself if I replace something with something better. The important thing is I feel I now have the time to spend a bit on myself. Part of the lure is the setting. Most days I will practice yoga on the porch outside my bedroom while my babies sleep and the swallows work overhead at feeding their nestlings. The sound of the cool creek below and the green of the trees and vines that surround me, give me my own nest in which I unfurl and flex, strengthening my core and nourishing my soul.<br />
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In the evenings, I will make my way down the rugged gravel ranch road that I call the Low Road. Someday I will work up the stamina to take the road that climbs the hill, but for now...I am not too good to say the Low Road is the way for me. My big dog accompanies me on my jaunt and brings me such joy and company. I'm certain in his mind he is there to detect, protect and defend which is fine by me. Together we will take in what the evening brings which could be wild turkeys, rabbits, deer, ferrel hogs, ducks, or the occasional blue heron, and there will always be wildflowers, butterflies and beautiful trees. Every day will be a new adventure. Along my route there is a spot, made by a previous owner, for meditation. It overlooks a pond that serves as a watering hole for many of the fauna mentioned above. I will take full advantage of that spot and stop there to be still for a moment and give thanks for the day. Then I will head home to my family with renewed energy and a peaceful mind and heart.<br />
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<br />Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-35537678498641105642012-07-27T18:18:00.000-05:002012-07-29T21:34:50.359-05:00Legacy of a Texas Girl<br />
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I just finished reading an article in a new magazine that I
adore called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="http://www.taprootmag.com/">Taproot</a>.</i> Each quarter they surprise me with the care
and attention they pay to every detail from the paper envelope that it comes
in, to the almost haunting heart and soul that goes into every story, every
word. The particular story I just
read, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">There and Back Again</i> written by
Rachael Miller, literally made my eyes well up and heart break with a feeling
of great appreciation and great longing. </div>
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I feel an overwhelming appreciation for the life I am
blessed to lead today, but great longing for the carefree ways of my wild and
free childhood and the closeness I shared when I was part of a foursome living
in the country in South Texas. The
article reminded me of how much I deeply regret never having had the chance to
get to know my grandfathers because they both left this Earth far too soon. I miss my Nana, the person I have come
to understand and relate to most.
I miss secret hideouts, riding bikes with my brother and cousins,
running my horse wide-open across a freshly plowed field, swimming in a muddy
river, sledding down gravel mountains, and making mud pies with wild berries on
top. Long gone are the days of
riding go-carts with the neighbor kids and coming home after a long day of
making dirt clod forts to find daddy sharpening his pocket knife in his
recliner and the smell of a fried venison supper cooked by mama. No more escaping to the mesquite tree down our caliche road
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I spent many summer days in my Nana’s fields picking
cucumbers, black-eyed peas, and corn and carrying in buckets full for her to
sell. I remember riding in the
front seat of my uncle’s grain truck while my mom drove from field to elevator,
sweating in the Texas sun, legs sticking to the vinyl seat. I watched my dad work for hours under a
truck or car as he overhauled the engine, mom handing him the tools like a
nurse for a surgeon. Some of my
favorite evenings were spent in our living room singing a bluegrass tune while my
dad played the banjo or mandolin. When
my brother and I came in from our days playing, we were usually pretty dirty
and smelled like outside. I love
that smell. I miss playing with him
and I even miss fighting with him.
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As I type, my mind is flooded with memories, stories from a
past life that is ever present in my days as I raise a family of my own on a
ranch in the Texas hill country.
All of what I experienced as a child will forever shape my choices and
drive my endeavors. The Frio River
runs through my veins and I swear there is still black clay mud under my
nails. My hair still blows in the
wind above the back of my horse and I can still smell the leather of my saddle
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Why do I feel such joy and such longing? Because I come from parents,
grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins that love me and still make me feel
loved daily. My people were farmers,
ranchers, engineers, hunters, dairy farmers, homemakers, cowboys, mechanics, seamstresses,
gardeners, hostesses, Texas Rangers, surveyors, writers, painters, bookkeepers and teachers. The ones I never knew whisper from my soul and those still
here are a constant presence for me to call upon. They are stewards of the land, the
wildlife, and the rivers and never shy from a hard day’s work. The making and tending of our homes and
families is as important as the air we breathe and working with our hands puts
food on the table and joy in our hearts.</div>
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I can say proudly that I know my cousins, all of them, and
see them at least once a year. My children have wide-open spaces to roam free
and creeks and rivers to throw a line in, or cool their feet in. I tend a garden and an orchard and
enjoy raising a pen of chickens.
My kitchen often smells like my mom’s kitchen and usually has a vase of
fresh flowers and a mason jar of fresh fruit preserves to put a smile on the
face of anyone who enters. I'm a wife, mother, sister, aunt, artist, designer, gardener, farmer, adventurer, and dreamer. My love is gathering people, making connections, and living artfully and meaningfully. Every
chance I get I call home to mom and dad and talk about everything or
nothing. My children know their
cousins well and spend time with their grandparents often. This is more than I ever dreamed possible, but none of this is an accident. Every day my choices reflect the whole of my existence and
for me that includes the existence of those who came before me. I listen to the whispers. My roots are planted firmly in the ground and I am reaching for the stars.</div>
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This is my legacy.</div>
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Have a great weekend!</div>
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Outside Lisa</div>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-21358431762707557922012-07-23T07:28:00.000-05:002012-07-27T23:17:17.921-05:00Taking the Fleas to Their Knees<br />
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We returned from our vacation to find the flea population
greatly diminished. None in the
house (woohoo!) and chicken’s flea hairdos were cut in half. Now instead of flea afros, they only
have flea mullets! This was good
news, but the girls were still in peril.
I decided that it was time for a big move, so I ordered a custom chicken
tractor. The plans were in one of
my favorite magazines, <i><a href="http://www.hobbyfarms.com/">Hobby Farms</a></i>.
In case you are wondering, a chicken tractor is a chicken pen with
wheels so that it can be moved easily and often. That way the chickens are constantly living on fresh
grass and they’re fertilizing the pasture at the same time. It’s brilliant! I already let them free-range
part of every day, but I am really hoping that moving them out of the barn pen
that is infested with fleas and into a completely new environment will
completely rid them of the pesky little devils once and for all. </div>
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UPDATE:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it
turns out that the big bad pest control guys are terrified to treat my chickens
for fleas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we are no better off
than the last time we talked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now
my fleas have fleas and I found one on my arm in the dentist’s office this
week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s it!</div>
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NEWS FLASH:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There are liability issues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They could kill the chickens or if the chickens survive, the poison
could get into the eggs and then we consume the eggs and I grow an extra
limb.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know the fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If he could guarantee me that the extra
limb would be another hand, I might go for it, but with my luck I’d get another
butt and boy, that would not be cool!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They want to try diatomaceous earth, which I’ve already tried, but they
are really gung ho, and I am desperate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So I scheduled a full on attack while we went out of town, inside and
outside the house and barn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two
different companies will be on task…one for the house (poison) and one for the
yard and chicken pen (organic).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How
is it they can justify putting poison in my home, but not in my chicken
pen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s something wrong with
this picture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Goodbye dung beetles, goodbye ladybugs, goodbye organic
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Flea eyeliner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Flea earrings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flea
hairdos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The girls are literally
bald with fleas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are in a sad
state and I am officially declaring an all-out WAR!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have exhausted all organic remedies (diatomaceous earth)
to no avail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, it’s time to
call in the big guns…the pest control guy (you should be hearing villain music
in your head here).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must say
right now that I do not really think pest control guys are villains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just try really hard to be as organic
as possible and having to call them for help is like admitting failure for
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But here’s the thing…when my
chickens are miserable and I can’t help them and my seven year old comes home
from school saying “Mommie, there were these little guys chewing on my legs
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Chickens are very delicate animals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One false move and CROAK, they’re
goners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I have come to
the grim conclusion that they are so bad off I might have to put them out of
their misery if something doesn’t change soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These girls are very dear to me, but I can’t even go near
them any more because if I do, I bring fleas into the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The way I see it, anything is worth a
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*** So glad to be back at the computer typing away on my little blog. I haven't even looked at it since the end of July and was so surprised to see that last month it had a record number of page views! I listed my intentions for this year and I am calling them intentions instead of resolutions because I truly INTEND to do them. Last year my resolutions defined and and guided me until I hit the holidays and it all went awry! I am excited to start a new year and filled with anticipation for what is to come. I know God has wonderful things in store for all of us and I intend to do my part in making things happen in my life and the lives of those whom I love so dearly! I made this list of intentions on the fly tonight, but have given most of them plenty of thought over the past few weeks. I will elaborate on these this month and look forward to sharing a new year with you!</span></div>
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"Scarlett" is a boutique I recently discovered in Fredericksburg, Texas and it's my new favorite place to shop for cute clothes (besides my sister-in-law's shop, but that's another post!). I love the tag line on the sign...Beautiful. Strong. Timeless. Could someone please arrange to have that carved into my tombstone??? The sales staff is amazing. There's one gal there that helps me put together outfits and keeps bringing me things even if I don't ask her just because she thinks they might look good on me. That's my kind of place 'cause let me tell you, I need all the help I can get in the outfit puttin' together department! Excellent prices, too! I highly recommend you check it out next time you're in Fred. Just be sure to call me to make sure we're not going to be wearing the same thing if we happen to show up at the same party! Why does this post make me talk in a Southern accent when I read it back?!! Guess it's the name;)</div>
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One more thing...if you haven't gotten your peaches yet this Summer you're about to run out of time. Sounds like we only have a couple more weeks left of this peach season. <br />
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My favorite spot for peaches in the Texas Hill Country is Marburger Orchard. I have tried other places and the peaches are probably just as good, but I really like this little farm and the way they do things. <br />
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I have BIG plans for these little dandys! Peach cobbler and peach preserves to name a couple. You just can't beat Fredericksburg peaches.<br />
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Here's the info for my favorite orchard. They also grow strawberries, blackberries, and various vegetables throughout the Spring and Summer. Just make sure you show up there with cash or a check. They do not take credit cards. And no one will tell you this but me, because unfortunately I learned the hard way, don't leave your berries laying around the kitchen for long. Do what you're going to do with them right away. Like within the same day. They go bad SO quickly. The peaches, on the other hand, will last longer and will even need to sit out a bit to finish ripening. You'll need to take all of that into consideration before you venture out there.<br />
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I try really hard to instill a love and appreciation for the beauty of God's creation in my kids. We really do have so much to be thankful for in our lives. The simple pleasures of green grass underfoot, fresh cool creek water, the shelter and majesty of giant Cypress trees, the loyalty of a new pup, and the freedom to run are all things we live with and can easily take for granted. But I want my children to pause when they see a beautiful sunset, take in the smell of the Mountain Laurel blossoms and the sweet musk of the Sycamore trees. And I never want to lose the ability to view the world through their eyes.<br />
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Happy birthday my sweet sonshine! You bring my life such joy. I treasure every day with you and love you with every ounce of my soul. Keep being you...God's perfect little you.<br />
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<i>Outside Lisa</i>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-36045619956437088212011-04-19T23:40:00.000-05:002011-04-19T23:40:24.839-05:00Round Top, TX Spring 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Round Top, Texas is a paradise for junk collecting girls like me. Twice a year they host the greatest open air market in the land. You can find anything under the sun here. And, if you like this sort of thing, you can spend days combing through all the goods. We're talkin' miles of highway lined on each side with tent after tent of antiques, trash, and treasure. This is the first time I've made it in years and man it did my gypsy soul good! But my time was limited, and I had my sweet Emerson with me, so I gave myself a set time limit and hit it, stroller and all! These are some of the interesting things I saw:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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She's two. She's unpredictable. She's destructive. She's very hard-headed (her Daddy's side;)) When she's angry, she's angry at <b>me</b>. And she's LOUD. VERY LOUD. When I imagined her there with me, in that place that's like paradise for a junker like me, all that kept running through my head was a picture of myself zooming through the crowd at break-neck speed, struggling to make it back to my car with all eyes on me as if a deafening noise was blasting impossibly out of the tiny princess in my stroller. A noise like a firehouse in a three alarm fire blazing a trail back to the safety and serenity of my car. But, lo and behold, she was awesome. It was like she was on an adventure and was loving every minute of the strange sights, smells, and sounds. She was a natural. A gypsy in training. So we tore through, never stopping long enough for her to even ask to get out of the stroller. She even took a nap! <br />
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Overall, the trip was a success and I was only there for three hours. I found a great looking peacock blue bowl<br />
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We started our weekend at the strawberry patch! Strawberries are one of my favorite things about Spring. <a href="http://www.marburgerorchard.com/">Marburger Orchard</a> in Fredericksburg, Texas has an abundance of fresh ripe strawberries starting in mid to late March every year. They allow you to go out in the field and pick away. Sampling two or three is okay, but try telling that to a two year old. My berry eatin' girl couldn't get enough and there was no hiding it. Her fingers, face, and shirt were stained so badly she might as well have had an "Over the Limit" sign stamped across her forehead. I think they may do better by weighing kids in and out and charging by the pounds gained! <br />
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I plan to make preserves and possibly a strawberry pie with our berries this year. I didn't get around to making my strawberry preserves last year and we sure missed them. Marburger Orchard is a wonderful place for a family outing. Just know that for a two year old and five year old the attention span only allowed for about 30 minutes of picking. For more serious picking for your canning needs, go it alone. I will be going back by myself one early morning during the week. They are a cash or check operation and they're only open when there are berries to pick, so make sure you call ahead or check their website before making the drive. <br />
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They also grow blackberries, peaches, and vegetables throughout the Spring and Summer months, so get on their email list to get notifications as things ripen throughout the season!<br />
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By the way, I have no affiliation to Marburger Orchard. I just really like them and want to spread the word about a local farm and encourage you to buy local, eat local, and support your local farms.<br />
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Happy strawberry picking,<br />
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I just finished reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Actually, I should say I just finished listening to the audiobook. I downloaded it from ITunes and was mesmerized right from the start by the voices and accents of the very talented narrators. I think it adds so much to a book when you have a voice to go with a character and you're not just left to imagine what they might sound like. They were so good they had me thinking and sometimes even speaking with a Southern accent!<br />
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Stockett's honest style of writing was captivating and the heart-wrenching and uplifting stories are a reminder for all of us to be kinder to one another and never pass up the chance to say thank you. We are, after all, just people trying to make our way in life. We all have ups and downs, trials and victories, different yet the same. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Help-Kathryn-Stockett/dp/0399155341/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1300939597&sr=1-1">Read it</a> or download it <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAudiobook?id=304011609&s=143441">here</a>. You will not be disappointed!Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-66941927011350334262011-03-07T23:43:00.000-06:002011-03-07T23:43:32.641-06:00Signs of Spring in the Texas Hill Country<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLFNcOkL5MzSjgFf0lYlcgVYmeUReDYjHfVsMHbhixqX04L0B5srrueSyKfba5sItFue-wndnPZbQ_LoeZPBeNO4csSkA_WvHr55SyVLF6Xur1N0aDwaepZQqu8W9-oS6DJkyrgZAxeQ1/s1600/Signs+of+Spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLFNcOkL5MzSjgFf0lYlcgVYmeUReDYjHfVsMHbhixqX04L0B5srrueSyKfba5sItFue-wndnPZbQ_LoeZPBeNO4csSkA_WvHr55SyVLF6Xur1N0aDwaepZQqu8W9-oS6DJkyrgZAxeQ1/s640/Signs+of+Spring.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
The peach blossoms are coming on and the bees are busy doing their thing. I can feel it in my bones. Spring is upon us:)Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-12203132718593557832011-02-27T16:06:00.001-06:002011-02-27T16:09:57.415-06:00R.I.P. Chicken Lou<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In Memorium</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Our dear matriarch of our flock, Louise, has passed away. I am unsure of the exact cause of her demise. All I can say is she was treasured during her time here with us and we hated to see her go. She was one of our original three hens that we brought in a card board box from Fort Worth. One of my kids' first pets, we named her after a spirited hen in the children's book, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Louise-Adventures-Chicken-Kate-Dicamillo/dp/0060755547/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1298824075&sr=8-1">Louise, The Adventures of a Chicken" by Kate DiCamillo & Harry Bliss</a>. She was a superb egg layer and was the Alpha Hen of our flock. We will miss her dearly. <br />
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***I noticed about 12 days ago that Louise seemed weird, but you know...chickens are weird, and she's a chicken, so I went on about my business. A few days later I noticed she wasn't jumping up onto the roost in the evening any more. Instead, she was sleeping in the nesting boxes. I thought maybe she had gone broody and that's why she was hanging out in the nest so much, but she was only spending her nights there, so that blew my theory. During the day she would go outside with the other hens. After a few days of this, I noticed she seemed sort of mis-shapen. She really didn't even look like the same chicken any more, so I decided I better get a closer look. I scared the poop out of her when I tried to catch her and it was like clear liquid. I lifted her wings and realized that she was just a little bag of bones and feathers:( I could have chopped wood with her breast bone. I knew then that something was definitely WRONG. I went to my computer and started trying to diagnose her while watching her out of my kitchen window. When I saw her just standing there, not eating, not scratching around, eyes glazed over, neck swooning like she could fall over at any moment, I made a difficult decision. She was suffering and probably had been for days without me knowing. What if she had some illness that was contagious? I could lose my entire flock. It was time to put her out of her misery. <br />
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Roger was out of town, but luckily one of the guys who works for the ranch was near, so I asked him to take care of her. I ordered the hit and didn't ask any questions. I only requested that he dispose of her in a way that would not cause her to end up back on our front door step for the kids and I to find later. Our dog, Maisy, brings any dead thing she finds around the ranch and puts it on the front door step, or in the front yard. The other day, she brought a deer leg into the kitchen! Now that's COUNTRY! More country than I can handle!<br />
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In half an hour, I got word that the job had been done and I felt a huge wave of relief knowing that Louise was in a much better place and her suffering was over. I contemplated whether or not to tell the kids how she died (they already knew she was sick). I decided to tell them exactly what happened. Life sometimes presents difficult decisions and I think they need all the practice they can get with their parent's guidance before they have to someday make those decisions themselves. That is one of the beautiful things about growing up on a farm and ranch. There are lots of opportunities to learn life's lessons! We said a little prayer for Chicken Louise that night and imagined her in Heaven laying golden eggs for God. The kids were understanding and peaceful throughout the whole experience. <br />
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Louise taught us many lessons in her short time with us. She taught us that it IS possible to haul a chicken in a cardboard box five hours across the state and she'll even lay an egg for you on the way! She taught us about the social hierarchy of chickens and what happens when another hen gets out of line. She introduced us to the joy and satisfaction of having your own fresh eggs that, by God's perfect design, are the most complete and nutritious single-item meal you can consume. And those same eggs, if fertilized, can become fuzzy yellow chicks in 21 days time. Amazing! She taught us about the responsibility of owning a pet or farm animal and the joy of watching a chicken just being a chicken. They are truly entertaining little creatures! And finally, but most importantly, she taught us about the circle of life and the tough decisions we may encounter along the way.<br />
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Rest in peace, sweet Louise.Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-7969701907280567112011-02-24T00:32:00.002-06:002011-02-24T13:45:50.307-06:00Enter at Your Own Risk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYx67Ke0yn8-xLpIoHkfBuwfby7LME4DtnStqzTvK3b7ILF7uudfYsClrY5U34zInhhhqYwR9AWRCVk4dIl9km4eECStOoZeNM-yPxVGtvRWGffE6iYp473gNlQ4KY3tAazQONcAqqqmSm/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYx67Ke0yn8-xLpIoHkfBuwfby7LME4DtnStqzTvK3b7ILF7uudfYsClrY5U34zInhhhqYwR9AWRCVk4dIl9km4eECStOoZeNM-yPxVGtvRWGffE6iYp473gNlQ4KY3tAazQONcAqqqmSm/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My friend Lor! called me up out of the blue the other day to say, "You know how every once in a while you watch a movie that just really moves you? That just happened to me!" She had just seen the movie "<i>Australia"</i> for the first time and it really spoke to her...changed her...and she was excited about it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">That's exactly how I feel lately. Excited. Not specifically about a movie, a book, or anything else that tangible. Just excited. I'm excited about life and all that it is now and what is still to come. Mostly I am excited to be given the chance every day to live it! The other evening I was standing outside my wide open front door (which is just how I like it) and noticing the scene. For that moment, time stopped in my head and I took a mental snapshot and began listing everything I loved about that little tiny speck of a moment in my day. It looked like this:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">car full of groceries behind me, chickens doing their thing all over the yard and on the front door step- scratch, scratch, look- scratch, scratch, look- POOP- scratch, scratch, look (oh, to be a chicken!) dog in pen barking at chickens, the aftermath of a two year old playing all over the house all morning which means a lot of obstacles in my path on the way to the five year old who is sitting on the toilet yelling, "Mommie, I'm DONE!!!", my arms full of bags, mail, backpack, purse, while two year old is begging, "Mommie, hold me" and teenage boys are texting, "What's for dinner?" and "What time will it be ready?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And my list of what I loved about that moment:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-39029216910808066872011-02-21T00:51:00.001-06:002011-02-21T12:11:37.725-06:00My Sweet ValentinesValentine's Day 2011 has come and gone, but just now when I uploaded my pics from my IPhone, I decided I had to share some photos of my little darlings and all the beautiful reds and pinks of one of the most endearing days of the year. I hope you had a wonderful day and didn't get all hung up on trying to give (or receive) the "perfect" gift, or even worse, set your expectations for the day so high that Cupid himself couldn't have pleased you. To me Valentine's Day is simply a day for loving harder and louder than usual. A day to remind, reassure, and acknowledge the love we give and receive every other day of the year. <br />
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We are short on Valentine's Day decorations, so we decided to make some. By cutting strips of scrapbook paper and stapling the strips together in loops, we were able to make a chain to drape over the mantel. So fun and easy!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kids and I made cookies and decorated them with icing and sprinkles. They were so cute and we had a ball making them together. I really enjoyed watching all of the kiddos in Harrison's class gobble them up! The work it takes to make something from scratch and then share it with friends is an act of true love. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-63395277620621395422011-01-27T23:55:00.001-06:002011-01-28T00:24:37.238-06:00Resolution FIVE: Lose the Addiction It is my sincere hope that "Mister Coffee", my Mr. Coffee Espresso and Cappuccino maker that Roger and the kids got me for Christmas, has what it takes to hold up under the pressure I'm putting on it every day. It has some really big shoes to fill. To live up to the green and white crack pusher that comes to me in my dreams and whispers to me ever so sweetly, is no small feat. Don't get me wrong, Mister Coffee is good at what he does, and I have my concoction down to a science now. But will I be able to resist the beast down the road? IT has something Mister Coffee doesn't have. MAGIC. There has to be a flock of fairies sprinkling magical coffee bean dust across the land to get the aroma to reach me 15 miles away. Could it be a super electromagnet that causes my car to veer in it's direction every time I pass by the place? Or maybe, just maybe caffeine is what they've all being saying it is for years. A drug. (The hell you say!) Whatever it is, I'm addicted. And I don't like being addicted to anything. That just doesn't fit my program.<br />
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I'm not saying there is no place in my life for Starbucks. I wheeled in just the other morning and got a cup of hot herbal tea to soothe my scratchy throat and calm my nerves on my way to the Ear, Nose, and Throat Specialist who wants to cut out my uvula. So, see...there IS a place for Starbucks in my life. I just want it to be my friend, not my obsession.<br />
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So what is this addiction thing all about? I'm convinced it's not the caffeine I'm addicted to, but the place itself that draws me in. Sure, the caffeine has something to do with it, but when I'm at home on the weekends, I usually don't even drink coffee and I feel fine. My theory is that it all goes back to my lack of organization and brain fog. Without a good plan, it's like Starbucks is the automatic default on my car. "Hmmm...what do I need to do today? I know, I'll go to Starbucks and think about it on the way." Or "Hmmm...where is that place? Oh, look, there's Starbucks. I'll go get my coffee and figure out how to get there." Or, I'll be driving somewhere talking on my cell phone along the way and look up and "Oh, hey...I'm here and oh cool, looks like I must have gone by Starbucks on the way 'cause there's a coffee in my hand. Nice!" Yes, I probably am a danger to society, but the first step to recovery is admitting your addiction, right? And isn't that what I've done here? Actually, I've already taken the first COUPLE of steps because I now set out each day with a good solid plan and that plan does not cost me $5! <br />
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For the past two weeks, I've been making my soy cappuccino at home with Mister Coffee. I use a Starbucks Espresso Roast coffee for the espresso part and I use plain steamed Silk soy milk to make it a cappuccino. The taste is spot on, I am in the convenience of my own home, and it costs a fraction of the amount I pay for the same thing at Starbucks. And to top it all off, I add a sprinkle of cinnamon on top of the froth and it's like aroma therapy in a cup. I would venture to say, Mister Coffee makes an even MEANER soy cappuccino than his rival. Now if I can just convince my car of all of this, we'll be in the money!<br />
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So, what's your addiction? Are you ready to shake it? I'm making 2011 the year for losing my addiction!<br />
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Have a great day,<br />
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P.S. Mom, that doesn't mean you should stop buying me those Starbucks gift cards for gifts. I'll still use them. They'll just last a lot longer!<br />
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Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-77567888596068754832011-01-24T12:13:00.000-06:002011-01-24T12:13:27.736-06:00Resolution FOUR: Create. I aspire to see every day of this year as an opportunity to CREATE. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece... just something that can be viewed and treasured <b>by me</b> as a work of art. On some days, like yesterday, I may have the time to drag out all my paints and paint with the kids. On other days, it may just be that I cook a beautiful meal, take a pretty photograph, or do a really good job on Em's pigtails. The idea is that I create something that means something to ME. Something that comes <b>from me</b> and is food for my creative soul. Anyone with a creative bone in their body needs this, and I think they do best if they get it often. But, in my opinion, it requires a way of thinking and an attitude that opens you up and broadens your sense of what ART and CREATING really is...what it means <b>to YOU</b>. If it turns out that it brightens someone else's day...EXCELLENT! But the one responsible for brightening my day is ME, no one else. So, I challenge you to open your mind, get your hands dirty, make a move...any move...to CREATE. Chances are, you're already doing it. You just have to recognize it!<br />
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I seriously think I have ADD. So, now what? I am a self diagnosed attention deficit mother who used to have it sooooo together. I remember a boss once telling me in my early twenties, "You really get it. For a young person, you REALLY have it together." Wow. I feel so far from that right now and this problem I have with being scattered is starting to affect my friendships, my work, and my kids and I DO NOT like it. Yes, I would love to take a pill and make the fog just disappear, and there probably is a pill out there that will do just that, but I have such a hard time with the idea of putting that kind of chemical in my body at this point in my life. I am trying to get healthy and do what's right for my health by eating as close to the source as possible, so foreign substances just don't fit into my program!<br />
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So, I am going to make a HUGE effort to get it together. I have made myself a daily schedule and I set tons of alarms on my IPhone to help me stay on task. I know this is so elementary for most of you, but it really is a big deal for me. I am going to try to start my day earlier so I won't have to stress the kids out by being rushed to get ready for school. How nice it would be to get to actually sit down and eat breakfast with them! <br />
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I'm going to use technology to assist me and not distract me. I'm syncing my calendars, making it fun to check off all there is to do on the "to do" list, and walking around sounding like a fire house in a three alarm fire. Thank you beloved IPhone!<br />
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</div>I really think this will make 2011 a much happier, healthier, balanced, and more productive year. That's what I'm going for anyway!Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-83571519196854043062011-01-16T23:04:00.000-06:002011-01-16T23:04:33.740-06:00Resolution TWO: Eat Right for My Type<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> One of my biggies for this year is I'm changing the way I eat. Yes, I want and need to lose weight, but more than anything, I want to avoid getting the arthritis that plagues my family tree. I have started feeling some pain in the thumb of my left hand and middle finger of my right hand, as well as in my elbows. It's beginning...and I don't want it! A few years ago I discovered <span id="goog_1449227741"></span>Dr. Peter J. D'Adamo's book <i><span id="goog_1449227746"></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peter-J.-DAdamo/e/B000APFJFG">Eat Right For Your Type</a><span id="goog_1449227747"></span><span id="goog_1449227742"></span></i>. It explains the correlation between food and blood chemistry. He outlines individualized diets for each blood type and even suggests what kind of exercise best suits you. The whole idea really makes sense to me and I know several people who have had amazing success with this program. People are controlling and, in some cases, overcoming diseases like Lupus, Diabetes, Celiac, and Arthritis. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I have Type A blood, which means I have a hard time digesting most animal proteins, especially beef. My body will supposedly function much better if I follow a diet consisting of mostly vegetables, fruits, and nuts. I should avoid cow's milk and dairy, but I can drink goat's milk and eat goat cheese. I should also avoid gluten. These are just SOME examples of what I can and cannot eat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I had the joy of spending the evening with our sweet Dylan. She came for a visit before she heads back to college this weekend. We sat on the couch in front of the fireplace and watched a movie together. We talked and laughed...just the two of us. It was perfect. </div>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406210627935592966.post-55139841648630622512011-01-06T06:49:00.001-06:002011-01-13T00:30:23.559-06:00Resolution ONE: Support and Encourage Everybody needs support and encouragement to be their best. Phone calls, emails, text messages...there is no excuse for any of us not to be on the giving AND receiving end of this DAILY. Yes, we have kids, jobs, lives of our own to fill up our days, but if you are not surrounding yourself with people who encourage you to be your best (which sometimes comes in the form of a much needed, carefully stated verbal smack down) you are really missing out on one of the best things in life...FRIENDSHIP. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Remember: To have friends, you have to be a friend. I plan to put a little more time and effort into this in 2011. Let's just see what happens!</div>Outside Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037231382633545994noreply@blogger.com2