Love these two. They are spending time together this weekend, because they want to…makes my Momma heart happy. ❤️
Blessings.
Category: Stephen
Mother’s Day
I am happy. I have two wonderful children that I love!
These two make me extremely proud because they are who they want to be. I am proud to be their Mum just cause, ya know?
And to all of the others that I Momma…I hope you have a wonderful day…and know that I don’t expect chocolate or flowers this year. 😘
Blessings.
Stephen
Today this young one turns 21. I am feeling old. Thankful for him to taste all of my cooking creations, as well as being my bug and frog catcher. 🙂
Love you dearly, and the man you have become!
Blessings.
Chicken Salad
I had been craving chicken salad from a local restaurant on Sunday. Of course they are closed on Sundays. But, Stephen used to work there, and he was home. I thought that between the two of us we could figure out the recipe (or close enough) for us to enjoy some chicken salad.
They use boiled chicken breast. We didn’t have those, but we had some leftover rotisserie chicken and had a large can of chicken breast. Chopped up both (drained the canned chicken), and placed in a bowl.
They also serve this salad with sliced red grapes. We prepped those as well.
They use a food processor, and yes, I have one but didn’t really want to use one. I had my old food chopper and made good use of it. This is about one medium sized stalk of celery, minced.
They use a yellow onion, I had purple. Minced as well and about 1/4 of the onion is all we needed.
About a cup of mayonnaise, and 1/4 cup of lemon juice. Also, ground black pepper (again, to taste).
Another topper is sugared pecans. I always seem to have pecan halves in the freezer (bonus), so I got out about a cup, and placed them in a skillet. I also added about a tablespoon of white granulated sugar, and about two teaspoons of brown sugar. Sauteed until melted, and the pecans are crispy.
My plate with 1/2 cup of chicken salad, and a teaspoon (or a little more of the pecans), some grapes, and 3 crackers. So yummy.
Loved that Stephen and I made this, and that I have enough for the week at work.
Blessings.
Sunday Thought
Ecclesiastes 3:6 continued.
“…a time to keep and a time to throw away”
A lot has been going on this weekend. We moved Carmen back to LSU on Friday, and Stephen began to move back home yesterday and today.
Carmen’s move, this time, has been more permanent. We took more time going through “keepsakes” and disposing of items (donating some) that were no longer loved. It was hard for her to let go. It meant letting go of parts of her childhood. Items that just couldn’t be parted with are in stored in the attic.
Her room was to be more of a guest room (she didn’t take her furniture or a lot of her books etc). That was the primary reason of really not leaving everything in her room. More of guest feel, but the ability to come home at any time and have a place to stay. She is getting settled at LSU, and ready to conquer this school year.
But, now Stephen will be occupying her room on a temporary basis. The majority of his stuff will be housed in the garage. I don’t like the idea of not parking in the garage (very selfish I know). Although, he was not thriving on his own with the people he was living with, he realized it before it got to be too much.
He is letting go of some bad relationships and behaviors. Not allowing people that he thought of as friends continue to hurt him. His move is harder. It’s far more emotional than just some stuff being donated. He has been hurt, and needs to feel secure in this decision. My concern is not just some stuff in the garage, but his need to be back on a healthy track for his life.
Adjustments and changes.
Letting go. Asking for continued prayers and good thoughts please.
Blessings.
Homecoming 2012
Well, we all grow up, eh?
Stephen. Almost 16. Homecoming 2012.
And with his date – far right -(Christina) and friends.
Life is about having fun, right?
Love this photo.
Blessings,
Jerry Ann
P.S. I don’t like looking at how old my children are getting
…means that I am getting older as well. Pooh.
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