Posts Tagged ‘time management’

Excuses, Excuses . . .

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

The blog has been a bit neglected lately. We’ve been remiss, slackers, cyber-bums, etc. But as usual, excuses are plentiful! Here are 10 reasons that the blog has been a bit slow:

10. We finally took the plunge and bought a Nikon D60 last weekend. For the first 24 hours we just stared at it. And the user manuals. It’s been at least as distracting as a new puppy.

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9. With our newfound equipment, we decided to enter the professional arena. We signed up for an account on Shutterstock. Then we snapped the required ten pictures and sent them off, confident in our photographic prowess.  48 hours later all ten pictures were rejected. Not one, not five, but all ten. Perhaps we’ll keep our pictures within the confines of Bona Vita where we can rest comfortably, self-deceived about our abilities.

8. Elliot returned from college and then turned around and left on a mission trip to Nicaragua. The resulting laundry/unpacking/laundry/packing flurry was almost as distracting as the camera.

7. Memorial Day Weekend. Not as much  a celebratory barbecue as a frantic pre-vacation three-day spring-cleaning plant-the-garden-in-an-afternoon event.

6. It’s the last week of school. Need I say more?

5. Mom’s slightly obsessive tendencies result in a desperate need to force her children to finish every single last page of every single textbook.  The last week of school is both eventful and emotional as a result.

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4. Seven National Piano Guild auditions, one SAT subject test in Latin, one freshman pre-registration, one senior piano recital, and standardized achievement testing all fell into the same fourteen-day period.

3. The family van is dying. After 220,000 miles, it’s making strange noises. Groaning, grunting, grinding. It doesn’t accelerate like it used to. It has also been attacked by rust, that malicious culprit that seems to take joy in destroying cars, especially those originating in Michigan. However, Mom and the mechanic are conspiring together to force one more year of miles out of the van.

2. Our first set of guests. We’ve been preparing our Michigan home for our first set of vacation renters.

1. Frantic planning and packing for summer vacation that solidified not a moment too soon. More on that coming soon.

So what are your excuses? Why does preparing for a relaxing summer take so much energy?

Au Revoire

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Life is particularly hectic these days. Something had to give and I decided it probably shouldn’t be my children’s education.

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I may find time to post a recipe now and then, but it will probably be sporadic at best for a time.

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I hope to be able to post more regularly sometime in the future, perhaps next summer.

First Light

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

My favorite time of the day is the early morning. I treasure the peace, quiet and beauty that it delivers. Even more, I relish the idea of a fresh start, a new beginning – every day. How gracious of God to provide this opportunity every 24 hours.

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It takes a little discipline and a bit of sacrifice to convince your weary body to rise before the sun is shining and the world is awake. But it’s worth it to enjoy the precious early moments of the day. This is what works for me. For other great tips visit Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks in My Dryer.

Celebrate the morning with a delicious frittata . . .

Vegetable Frittata

15 eggs

3 cups heavy whipping cream

3 bell peppers

1 large onion finely diced

1 garlic clove

4 tbl. butter

1/2 teaspoon groud pepper

Salt

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Whisk eggs and cream together in large mixing bowl. Add pepper and a pinch of salt. Whisk thoroughly. Meanwhile, saute bell peppers, onion, garlic,and butter in a 3-quart oven-proof sauteuse pan (a pan with short handles that will fit easily in the oven) until tender.  Add egg mixture to saucepan. Place the pan in the oven and bake at 350° for 15-17 minutes.  Slice into wedge shaped pieces and serve alone or topped with grated sharp cheddar cheese and salsa.

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.” – Psalm 143:8

Falling Into Winter

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

I looked outside this morning and realized that fall is morphing into winter. It was 28° here in Indiana and probably 18° up in northern Michigan.

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To think I finally got around to  fall decorating just yesterday – it was quickly tackled since I work best under the gun.

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My mother made spur of the moment plans to visit us for Thanksgiving and my husband informed me that he was bringing a colleague over for dinner last night. So, I:

  • quickly put a wreath together and hung it on the front door
  • waded through my holiday decorations in the attic and came up with mantle decor
  • arranged five small pumpkins on the front porch
  • filled a bowl with gourds from Sam’s Club (stored for the last three weeks on the counter in my laundry room)
  • sprayed Bath and Body Works “Cinnamon  Clove Buds” throughout the house

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This decorating experience accounted for about 20 minutes of my life yesterday. It’s a good thing it was short and sweet, considering I will need to change my motif in about 3 weeks . . . It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

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“The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance–all strewn with crumpled playbills.” – Henry James, The Turn of the Screw

The Turkey Who Lives On The Hill

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

Thanksgiving dinner – the table, set with lovely linens, is graced by your turkey sitting in all its glory upon a beautiful platter.  This is the point where problems generally begin to occur at our dining table.

We are usually serving between 20 and 30 people. After a lovely, thought-provoking prayer my husband carves frantically hoping to serve everyone a delicious, moist slice of turkey before it begins to  cool down.  All I can say is that it has led to sufficient frustration in the past. So a few years ago I followed a suggestion from a lovely woman in my church. It has transformed our holiday dinners.

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The key is to prepare two  birds – one in the traditional manner and a second prepared a day ahead of time. The first one will take its rightful place at the center of your feast.  The second bird will be your “work horse”. You will roast it, carve every inch of turkey off of it, make your gravy ahead of time from its savory juices and serve the fruits of this labor re-warmed to your eager family and guests. The ”glory bird” can be beautifully presented and admired as you dine on the “work horse” bird. Later, you can carve and enjoy the first bird as well in a more leisurely manner.

Today I will share the recipe for the “working” bird. This is, once again, the turkey that you will prepare a day ahead of your feast.

Roasted Turkey

1  12-15 lb. turkey (either fresh or thawed)

Salt

1 tbl. pepper

1 tbl. granulated garlic

2 tbl. crushed thyme

2 tbl. crushed basil

2 tbl. crushed sage

2 tbl. Fresh thyme

Fresh sage

Fresh basil

2 roasted garlic cloves, crushed

2 lemons

2 large onions, peeled and quartered

1 cup Chardonnay

Butter

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Remove the neck and giblets from the body cavity and discard or save in the refrigerator for another use ( I do use the neck for gravy – I’ll post that recipe later this week).

Rinse the turkey inside and out and pat dry with paper towels. Remember to keep your work area clean.

Place your turkey on a roasting rack in a large roasting pan. You can utilize foil pans but I recommend that you double them for safety. The traditional positioning is breast side up. However, I have positioned it breast side down to ensure juicy white meat.

Salt the cavities of the turkey and sprinkle the crushed herbs, pepper and granulated garlic in the cavities.

Wash the lemons and cut them in half. Squeeze the juice of the lemons into the body cavity and place the lemons inside the cavity.

Place the onions inside the cavity. Be careful – do not pack the cavity too tight. Utilize enough onions and lemons to loosely fill the cavity.

Pour the wine into the cavity. It will drain out into the roasting pan on its own.

Rub butter all over the outside of the turkey (you can utilize olive oil rather than butter if you wish). Place the fresh herbs and crushed garlic under the skin, being liberal. I do not truss the cavities; the lemons and onions can be seen.

Place the roaster in an oven at 325° and roast for about 4 hours, basting with the bird’s juices every now and then.  It’s great if you can do this every 30 minutes! The thermometer should reach 170° – 175º when inserted into the breast without touching the bone. The internal temperature will rise about 3° once it has been removed from the oven.  Cover the turkey with foil after 2 hours to prevent over-browning. Cooking times are approximate. You should monitor the temperature of your turkey closely. Your goal is to roast it properly without over drying the meat.turke-b-w

Let the turkey sit for 30 minutes. Pour the juices through a strainer or cheese cloth so that you have a clear liquid to work with.

Pour the clear turkey liquid into a roasting pan. Carve the turkey and place all of the meat into the liquid in the roasting pan. Discard the lemons and the onions that were cooked in the cavity.  Add chicken broth and white wine (usually 1 cup of each) so that your meat is generously covered.

Refrigerate the turkey. 45 minutes before serving, place the roaster filled with turkey meat in a oven at 350°, covering tightly with foil. Remember, you are simply reheating the turkey meat.  Place the carved pieces on a serving platter with beautiful aromatic fresh herbs. After your guests have been sufficiently awed by your “show bird”, bring out this platter and serve your feast in a timely manner.

The “show bird” is prepared and cooked in the same manner. Simply prepare it within 5 or 6 hours of your feast. You can pull it out of the oven in time to allow you to warm up the “work-horse” turkey. This is helpful if you are working with one oven.  Let it rest as you prepare your table for your dining experience. Present it on a lovely platter surrounded with fresh herbs, grapes, and a pomegranate or two. Exchage it for your carved platter of meat when you are ready to eat. Be certain to carve and store this turkey within two or three hours of cooking.

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I do not cook my turkeys with stuffing in the cavity. This is not recommended by USDA. They suggest for uniform doneness and optimal safety, cook stuffing separately. I will share stuffing recipes this week.

A 12 – 15 pound turkey should serve 10 -12 people.

Enjoy!

“A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a….turkey….in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be reflecting on their latter end; and certain it was that she was always meditating on trussing, stuffing and roasting, to a degree that was calculated to inspire terror in any reflecting fowl living.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

Enlightened Laundry

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

I love to experience clean laundry. . . warm, soft, freshly-scented cotton folded and stacked in lovely piles. I enjoy separating my children’s and my husbands better attire and carefully hanging it up to dry, knowing this helps alleviate the wear caused by the dryer. I relish the aroma of gently scented soaps mingled with softeners and the clean bouquet of bleach.

On the flip side, I despise dirty laundry. I am saddened by piles of damp, malodorous clothes and linens. This could be a constant cause of discontent in my life as 11 people can produce a large, ugly hill of soiled laundry. However, it is not a problem in my house the majority of the time.

My technique is this: instead of waiting for a specified wash day, my LG’s are working away almost every hour of the day. The movement of water in that stainles-steel tub and the purring of that large, lovely dryer can usually be detected in our home.

One of the first items on my list in the morning is to initiate a load of laundry. Throughout the day, we all continue to move the process of fabric-care along. Washing, drying, folding and suspending some of the clean products from hangers – this is the rhythm of the laundry room and everyone participates. (Our daughters are the heroines in this laundry epic, they are always contributing to the laundry attack. Our sons are either knights in shining armor or villains to be slayed, depending upon their helpfulness factor!) It’s punctuated by the continual movement of fresh linens, towels, and clothing to their proper places in our house.

This daily laundry ritual is a key factor to my overall sanity. I could not face 5-7 days of laundry generated by 11 people on a regular basis. I have taken this project on after camping trips so I am well aware of the ugly reality it produces. I’d rather face continual, manageable laundry issues throughout the day. I can rest easy knowing that at some point my laundry basket will be empty, albeit for only a moment, during any 24-hour period. In the meantime, I will continue to bask in the fluffy, warm loveliness of clean towels.

This is what works for me. You can peruse great tips at Rocks in My Dryer’s Works For Me Wednesday.

“We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.” – E. B. White

Airwaves

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

I have this awful habit of scheduling airplane flights that depart at the crack of dawn.  This is complicated by the fact that ten or eleven of us travel together (always!). Then, throw into the mix the fact that my absolutely wonderful husband is usually not himself and becomes quite uptight when we are traveling via airwaves . . . all of this creates a recipe for unbelievable disaster.

Fortunately, God has been merciful and nothing has occurred thus far to deter our family from making our flights. However, we have had a few precarious moments . . .

For instance, one time, my 11-year-old son decided to travel with a 50-caliber spent machine gun shell in his backpack . It was a souvenir from a tour of a fabulous aircraft carrier, the U.S.S. Nimitz. It actually made it through the screening undetected on one leg of our trip. Thank goodness for the expertise of TSA. However, it did not go unnoticed on our route back home. It actually created quite a stir.

My husband had already passed through security with all but two of our children. I was left to deal with the agent who was screaming “SUPERVISOR! SUPERVISOR!” and pointing frantically at my guilt-ridden cute young son while waving the shell in the air for everyone to see. The supervisor turned out to be an understanding (much more so than I was by this point) motherly figure and let us through without an arrest. Of course, I confiscated the shell and I will hold it in my possession for YEARS to come.

The last flight we enjoyed together was just a few weeks ago. We needed to be at the airport at 5:30 A.M. Now the convenient aspect was that we were in San Diego, a mere 15 minutes from the airport. So I rose at 3:00 a.m. This should have provided us with plenty of time to return the rental cars and arrive with our 15 pieces of luggage (we were traveling light) at the ticket counter on time. Everything was going along beautifully.  I had even printed our boarding passes the day before and was feeling quite on top of my game. My husband was tolerating things well at this point. The children were groggy and cooperative.

After we dropped the cars off and loaded our kids and luggage into the airport shuttle, we sat back to enjoy the ride. Here is where things began to fall apart. The shuttle pulled up to a curb from which we could see the entrance to the ticket counter through the wires of a high fence. The driver pleasantly informed us that they were no longer allowed to pull up directly in front of the entrance. I definitely heard groans from the older male contingent of our family.

We unloaded the 15 pieces of luggage, multiple backpacks and carryons and propped up our sleepy kids next to this pile. My husband instructed my 14-and 15-year-old sons to find luggage carriers. They arrived back quickly with two such carts and we proceeded to pile the luggage onto these. We only had to repack the carts two, three or maybe four times. At this point the ten of us began our hike: this included a walk, an elevator ride, a hike over a bridge, another elevator ride, and a final walk to the ticket counter.

It all sounds so simple now . . .and actually would have been except that the luggage careened off the carts just as the boys were moving it onto the elevator. I tried to help by pushing the “open” button. But guess what? It was actually the emergency call button. So my husband proceed to toss (actually, I think he threw ) the luggage into the elevator. All the while, the airport security officer could be heard over the speaker asking “Do you have an elevator emergency?”. I informed the officer of my mistake, assuring her of our well-being. I never alluded to the fact that we were mentally unstable at this point.

Once safely in the elevator, my husband told me that he would control the elevator as I was obviously experiencing “problems with buttons” at the moment. I complied.  Eventually we made it to the ticket counter and the gate.

See – smooth sailing and only sweet memories now.

Come to think of it, the problems on this excursion didn’t hold a candle to our spring ‘07 vacation. Our van was packed completely the night before our early morning airline flight. We were ready. Nothing would get in the way of a very early, smooth departure. Nothing except an auto thief. While we were peacefully sleeping and dreaming of a beautiful family vacation, some sinister individual (or two)  ripped out our door lock and tried to hot-wire our van.  Unsuccessful, they destroyed the steering column and ignition. They took off with a duffel full of diving equipment and an Ipod, never to be found. Needless to say, this was an unpleasant turn of events.  Fortunately, my husband is quick-thinking and called on nearby relatives to drive us to the airport. I am certain that they were thrilled to be part of our early morning crisis. We, once again, made our flight.

Now, I would like to share my secret to peaceful, early morning departures. I bath and dress my little ones for travel the night before our departure. This allows me to quickly and gently roll them out of bed. I put their shoes and jackets on, fix their hair a little and off we go. They are in no condition for even a quick breakfast at this time of the morning. I pack healthy and fun treats in their backpacks for later. This has worked well for me for years.

If you would like to read about more helpful, fun tips visit Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks in My Dryer.

Command Central

Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

My command center is a cork board centered in a fabulous 42″ x 30″ black frame. It holds a prominent position in our dining room/kitchen/great room where we ALL spend so much time.  The important point is that it is visible by all at any time.

The command center’s primary feature is a simple 16″ x 22″ monthly calendar.  My husband’s monthly 8″ x 11″  call-schedule sits next to the calendar.  I have a 3″ x 5″ card posted with the family’s weekly piano lessons, computer classes and tennis schedules. My husband also posts daily his  O.R  schedule.  Important notes can be found along with business cards of places that we love (like the golf club-house and the speech therapist).

The command center allows our family (particularly Dad)  to  be aware of the in’s and out’s of everyone’s lives. It answers the question- “Who’s doing what when and where” (no one actually ever knows why!).

I also keep track of school attendance on this calendar.  I am well aware of my children’s attendance. However the state of Indiana likes attendance records and this is my simple method of complying.

I even record my dining room table’s tung oil applications here. Some people can keep track of things like this in their own heads. Not me – I have to write EVERYTHING down. Oh well; it’s O.K. since I have my handy, dandy command center.

It was extremely easy to fashion my command center. I went to my local Hobby Lobby. I picked out a lovely frame and cork board.  I visited with the frame department and explained my desire to frame the cork. They listened attentively, suggested a backing and  voila! 30 minutes later I was checking out with my command center.  I ordered a 16″ x 22″ very simple calendar from Day Timer. It provides large squares for each day so that I can scribble enormous amounts of information if necessary.  Each month, I cut out the appropriate page from the calendar and post it. Of course, I always save the previous month’s calendar.

The only changes that I would make to a future command center would be:

  • Larger frame, if wall-space permits, to allow 2 months to be posted at one time
  • Thicker cork – I doubled the cork that I purchased, but I think a thicker cork would work nicely

This is what works for me. To read other tips, visit Rocks in My Dryer’s Works for Me Wednesday.

“Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity . . . .” -Ephesians 5:15-16a