"My cup overflows with blessings..."

Psalm 23:5...That is the verse printed on the back of my newest, coolest t-shirt. I got it at the coolest place, too! This past weekend was our church's Women's Retreat. This was our third year to do one, but the first year to have it at the church. That kept the cost down, which was good for everyone. And for those who forgot to grab pillows off her bed as well as something to sleep in, it was easy to slip back home and grab stuff. Or so I've heard. Ahem.

When I walked in before our sound check, I was overwhelmed at how beautiful everything was. Look at that pink poof!

You really can't tell how pretty it all was. Pink zebra print and polka dot tablecloths, green and pink and orange flowers, and green shirts with brown on the front and hot pink on the back made everything so springy and girlie. I loved it.

Friday night started off with our main speaker, Karin, who is a pastor's wife from a church that is very close to the heart of our church. She spoke truth to my heart, and her words were like soothing oil to my dry heart. What a wonderful way to start out the weekend!

Throughout the weekend we had small group time, breakout sessions, giveaways, and worship. I can't decide what my favorite part of the retreat was! I was privileged to be a part of the worship team, so that's high on my list of faves. Any time I get to listen to 200 or so women lifting their voices loving on their Father makes my heart glad.

Lauren, who just happens to be one of my altos, was on our worship team. Here we are trying not to laugh hysterically...it was hard.

Because this is what we had just taken a picture of...

That's what happens at 11:00 p.m. when the delirium sets in.

When I get to serve in any capacity leading worship, I count it as an awesome privilege. I volunteered to help in whatever way our Director, Kam, wanted me to with worship, and the two girls who led with me sort of delegated me as the leader. I tried to convince them we would all three co-lead, but they would have none of it. As it turned out, that's exactly what happened. We each had our part, and I don't think that the ladies at the retreat saw me as the "Worship Leader." I think they saw us as the "Worship Team."

Guess which verse I'm reading here? It's 2 Corinthians 3:18, the verse I have at the top of the blog. Karin mentioned the fact that when we become Christ followers, we become holy. We can't work up to it or earn it. The same thing I've said here on the blog before. Just like the caterpillar has the same DNA of the butterfly, we are holy and righteous at the moment we are saved. What happens is we start listening to the lies the enemy tells us so that we will live defeated lives. When we start trusting what God says is true about us, we will start living life to the fullest!

Okay, didn't mean to go off on that tangent. But I'm glad I did. : )

Our Worship Team for the weekend. I love these girls! Lauren, Jennifer Begrin, and me.

I'm sort of getting ahead of myself, because I haven't talked about Friday night's Pit tables. Have you heard of Pit? It's only the coolest game around for loudmouths like me. You're dealt 9 cards with a "commodity" like corn, coffee, sugar, barley, etc. on each card. You want to "corner the market" on one commodity, so you have to trade cards to try to get all one commodity. As soon as the cards are dealt, someone rings the bell to start trading and it becomes sheer madness!

The calm before the storm at this table...

While the bedlam was going on at our table!

You have to yell how many cards you want to trade, so the whole lot of us are yelling different numbers all the while trying to figure out what cards to trade, sprawling over the table to grab traded cards. It finally ends when someone has all one set of cards and rings the final bell. I won the last hand I played. I like to go out on top.

We had the option of staying at the church on air mattresses (we have showers in our bathrooms in our Go Center, where retreat was), or staying at someone's home, or getting a hotel room, or just going home. Well, it wouldn't be retreat if I had gone home, so my sweet friend Vivian opened up her home to me and my friends Lisa and Stacey. We stayed up talking until 1:30, having to get up at 5:3o or so the next day. But the laughs we shared were worth it.

Me, Stacey, Lisa (poor girl's shirt was two sizes too big so she didn't get to wear hers! She got it fixed, though), and our gracious hostess, Vivian. Lisa and I are very close and get to hang out together all the time, but I don't get to spend enough time with Vivian or Stacey. These three made me smile a lot this weekend. Even though they kept me up too late. Hee hee.

I have to show this next picture just because it's too cute not to. JB and Mendi, another one of my beautiful altos (JB is one of my beautiful altos, too!), were posing and suddenly JB decided they should get all diva on me.

Can you say A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E? The funny thing is, neither one of these girls is like this AT ALL!

One of my favorite things to do as a Worship Leader is just stop singing and listen to the voices of those we're leading. There were so many beautiful ladies at this retreat, and I loved listening to each one. I can't wait till next year! (But I do want to rest now! )

I'll leave you with this profound picture. It sums up our weekend where no words are needed. Enjoy....

I smile BIG every time I see this!

What a Pain!

I bet you were expecting me to be gushing about my husband again, weren't you? Well, don't let the title fool you...I'll get to that. Instead of my regular "My Husband Rocks" post (which this will turn into...just go with me here), I have to tell you about my week. More specifically, about Sound Man's week.

It all started Thursday night. No, even earlier. The Saturday before last (at least I think that's when it was), Sound Man and Kiddo were at Kiddo's baseball practice. Sound Man was acting as ump behind the plate, when the catcher missed a pitch and it landed smack on Sound Man's right arm. He said he felt like it broke a bone when it hit. It didn't, but it hurt like heck, swelling and turning the most awful shade of purple. Fast forward to Thursday night when a friend asked for his help moving. Things were going fine until he and his friend Jeff were moving a couch. The couch shifted and landed right on his hurt arm. Ugh. So he came home a little more bruised and sore. Then Friday he did yard work all evening. Saturday came and was a work day for a mission project our church was doing. By this time his arm was swollen almost as bad as it was when he was first hit.

As much as I'm talking about his arm, you'd think that's what this post is about. Well, it's not. Actually, this is a two-fold post. First, my husband really does rock because even though he was hurting, he pressed on, helping others as well as doing what needed to be done here at home.

I'm getting to my second part...bear with me. After the work day at church, we had barbecue provided by the Small Group ministry...delicious smoked barbecue. Man, was it good. So good, Sound Man ate two sandwiches. Only after he ate did he realize what that good meal might eventually cost him. See, he has recently discovered that eating smoked meat triggers his migraines. Uh-huh. And he was out of his medicine. Monday morning, he woke up with one of his nasty headaches, but went to work anyway. He took some over the counter stuff, which relieved some of the pain, but never really took it away completely. Then, Monday night, as we were driving home from Kiddo's baseball game, he suddenly stopped talking in mid sentence, pulled the van over, and asked me to drive. He scared me to death. I asked him what happened and he said he felt a pop in his head and got really dizzy. I told him I was taking him to the hospital but he said it was just part of the migraine and to just go home. He went to work Tuesday, still hurting, and by Wednesday he finally relented and went to the doctor.

As I'm eating lunch with my mother who had just come from taking a chemo treatment, I got a phone call from my husband telling me he's on the way to the hospital to have a CAT scan done. The doctor wanted to check to make sure there were no broken blood vessels or anything seriously wrong. Lovely. I'm a worrier by nature. I'll let you figure out my state of mind.

By Thursday morning the pain was so bad he could get out of bed only long enough to take hot showers to relieve some of it. We called the doctor who said the CAT scan came back okay but to come in and get a shot. Finally! I was so thankful the scan came back normal, thankful he was going to finally get some relief. A few hours after his shot and he was almost pain free. Last night at bedtime he said he was about 80%, so that's good.

What's my point in all of this? That my husband, no matter if he's hurting or not, doesn't stop. He "plays hurt" as a friend of ours likes to say. He presses on. I'm so thankful that he sets such a good example of perserverence for our son. I hope Kiddo can see what a good man his daddy is.

I know I can.

Don't leave me!

So, have you noticed I've been out for over a week? Hello? Anyone? Bueller? Fry?

Life just seems to be getting busier and busier. Easter a couple weekends ago, our Women's retreat this weekend at which I am leading worship with a couple of the most talented songwriters/singers I know (of course that's not saying much...I don't know that many, but trust me when I say that they are amazing!), and Kiddo's baseball season has begun. Crazy, crazy, crazy.

But even though I have been absent from the blog world for a few days, y'all have not been absent from my heart. I still am so amazed that in the year I've been blogging I've gained so many friendships, some who live in my computer, and some I've been privileged to meet in real life.

Did you hear that little blip in the paragraph above? I said, "...in the year I've been blogging...." Do you know what that means? I missed my own blogiversary! It was April 14th, and I just didn't have time to write anything!!! I was so disappointed, but at the same time I thought, this IS my blog, after all, and I really don't need to stress over it! What I have started stressing over, however, is the worry that I might lose some of my friends from my inactivity. I try to nip it in the bud when those thoughts come around, because I know my true friends will be with me no matter how often I update my blog.

I have lots to share with you over the next few days, but it might take me longer to post those thoughts than a few days. I do want to give you a preview of something reeeeeeally special...something you might want to stay tuned for.....something really pretty and girlie....here's a glimpse:

Hmmm, wonder what it could be? Well, what do most people do for their blogiversary? I'll let you figure that one out while I show you why my arms are just now getting over Easter weekend.

Sorry for the blurry, too white picture...Sound Man was trying to do what he does on Sunday mornings as well as take video of the choir...kind of hard to do at the same time. This was after the first service on Sunday morning (we had already had two services...one on Saturday night and the one right before this vid was shot; then we had one more service after this; not to mention practice Saturday morning...my arms were killing me Sunday night. So much so I had to take a muscle relaxer and it didn't do anything for me!). Just goes to show you what a crazy bunch of people I get to work with. I am the one directing the choir, just behind the bald guy at the keyboard. That would be Darth Don, the piano player Kiddo aspires to be like one day. Anyway, here you go...prepare yourselves for the insanity...

Can I tell you how much I love doing what I get to do?

More details on my hint hints later...just don't give up on me!

Christ Is Risen!

He is risen indeed!

"People rejoice, all nations listen:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Dance all ye stars and sing all ye mountains:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Whisper ye woods and blow all ye winds:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

O seas proclaim and roar all ye beasts:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Buzz all ye bees and sing all ye birds:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

O little lambs rejoice and be merry:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Nightengales joyous, lending your song:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Ring, O ye bells, let everyone hear:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

All angels join us, singing this song:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Come down ye heavens, draw near the earth:

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Glory to Thee, God Almighty!

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!

Glory to Thee, God Almighty!

Christ God is risen! Let us rejoice!"

For some reason the sound cuts out toward the end, but they all say "Christ is Risen, He is Risen Indeed!" And the little girl in front is jumping for joy. The first time I saw this was when my sister sent it to me in June of last year. I cried as I watched it, even though I couldn't understand the language. The joy of Christ's resurrection knows no language barriers. Happy Easter, everyone!

My Husband Rocks! (only a little later than originally planned)

Today is my Sweet Sound Man's 36th birthday. Why does he rock because of this? Personally, I think he was a genius for thinking to plan our wedding date two days before his birthday. He now has no excuse to forget it! Not that he's the kind of man who would. I am so blessed.

Happy Birthday, My Sweet! I love you so much!

Yesterday...

I have been taking a posting break for over a week. It's been needed, but I've missed it a lot. I have missed sharing about my weekend with my sister and cousins (staying up till 5:30 a.m!), the Chris Tomlin concert (you know I love C.T!), my anniversary...so much to tell you about!

I'll start by going backwards. Yesterday my Sweet Sound Man and I celebrated our 14th anniversary. I can't believe it's been that long. It doesn't seem like five, even though Kiddo is 9. Of course, to me he should still be a toddler, so that's not saying much.

If you've read my "My Husband Rocks" posts at all you know how much I love my man. I am so blessed. I know women who say with cynical looks on their faces "NO he's not my best friend!" I ache for them to find the joy in marriage that I have. No, it's not always joy and bliss. Far from it. We are both selfish people (sorry, honey!). We live in a fallen world. The honeymoon was over a looooong time ago. Life is very hard right now. But there is not one single person on this planet I'd rather be spending my life with.

So, 14 years and one day later, I can honestly say that I love him more now than I thought ever possible when we shared this:More about my eventful week later!

A Great Giveaway!

No, not mine. I mean, I'm not the one giving it away. Actually, Rhoda isn't giving it away either. She's just hosting it for HP. Ooooh, HP? Wonder what it could be? A laptop? A calculator? A Wireless HP Photosmart C6380 All-in-One Printer? Gee, I don't know. Why don't you check her out and see?

Like Scarlett asks Rhett...

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"How d'I look?"

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Unplugging

Do it.

Chicken Dish

My best friend, Kat thinks I lived a charmed life. I have met one of my favorite authors, met our favorite basketball team's coach, received emails from more of my favorite authors, had a family house featured on a PBS kids game site, got treated like royalty at a Grizzlies game (that's another long story that I'm dying to tell y'all about but my husband wants me to hold on to it for a little while), and so on and so forth. I tell her, nothing ventured, nothing gained. In each of these situations (well, besides the house thing) I had to put forth some kind of effort to get the desired effect (well, that doesn't really apply to the Grizzlies thing...you'll understand later).

When I sent in a recipe to the magazine Quick Cooking (now called Simple & Delicious), part of the Taste of Home library of cookbooks, I never thought it would get published. And it didn't. For several years. Then, after I had stopped subscribing, I got a letter from the editor telling me my recipe was going to be featured in part of the magazine. Just fuel for Kat's fire. Hee hee hee.

I was thrilled they'd publish it, but when I got the copy they sent me and the letter with it, it explained that they re-worded my introduction, as well as changed some of the recipe to what they wanted it to taste like. I didn't really like that, since that wasn't my complete recipe, but I really didn't care that much. I still make it the way I've made it for years, and my family LOVES it. Oh, and Quick Cooking changed the name to something else, too, because they thought my name was a little...bland.

I simply call it...Chicken Dish. Why? Because that's what my Momma called it. And it will forever be known in my household as simply that. We had it last night. We thought the weather was going to be warmer than it turned out to be, but my men didn't care. They were tired from baseball practice and this stuff hit the spot.

Here's the recipe:

1 (3 oz.) pkg chicken flavor Ramen noodles (do NOT boil!)

1/4 cup oil

3 Tbsp. vinegar

1 Tbsp. sugar

3 Tbsp. sesame seeds

1/4 tsp. salt

dash of pepper

2 c. finely shredded cabbage

1 (6 3/4 oz) can chunk style chicken breast, drained

1/4 cup sliced green onion

3 Tbsp. sliced almonds, toasted

To toast almonds, spread sliced almonds on baking sheet and bake at 350 F for 10 minutes. Let cool completely. For dressing, mix oil, vinegar, sugar, salt, pepper, and seasoning packet from Ramen noodles until seasonings are dissolved. Break up Ramen noodles in a bowl, then add cabbage, chicken, onions, and sesame seeds, mixing until well combined. Stir in dressing, and chill several hours. Mix in almonds just before serving.

If I want leftovers or if I'm feeding a crowd, I triple the recipe by using a full bag of shredded cabbage. It's almost exactly 6 cups. Wal-mart didn't have a head of cabbage (grrrrrr), nor did they have regular shredded cabbage (double grrrrr), so I had to buy the coleslaw shredded cabbage. The extra cabbage and carrots didn't change the flavor that I could tell, but Sound Man said he prefers it the old way. I told him I liked the colors. He was okay with that. I also used leftover Rotisserie chicken we had the night before. Whatever you have on hand works.

It is yum-mm-mm-mmmmm-mmm-m-y. The sweet/sour dressing with the crunchy noodles and almonds is just so delish. Kiddo told me at dinner that he was wishing on the way home from practice that we were having Chicken Dish. His wish came true!

My Thoughts for Friday

Normally I would post My Husband Rocks! on Friday, but today I have other sentiments that need to be set forth. Not that I don't think my husband rocks, because he does, but I'll save that for later.

Today, I am feeling better. My voice still sounds froggish, but physically I'm okay. I've had to deal with relationship issues. Not fun. I'm not in the best of moods right now, but I do have one thing to say...

GO TIGERS!!!

While I'm Down and Out

My nose feels like I've rubbed it with sandpaper. I sound like I have a train whistle in my chest. My fever is as wishy-washy as Lucy thinks Charlie Brown is. And that's the GOOD stuff that's going on.

I haven't been this sick for two years. I'm tyring to get up enough energy to fix Kiddo (who is no longer running fever but also sounds like he's got the guys from those Mucinex commercials in his lungs) some scrambled eggs. That's all the energy I can muster.

My precious, precious husband has done so much over the past few days. He has cooked (or picked up) every single meal, cleaned the kitchen, and even baked his most delicious white-chocolate-chip-chocolate cookies for his ailing family last night. He has even made numerous trips to the store to fetch something or other. HE. IS. A. GOOD. MAN.

Even though Kiddo is still coughing, he is feeling well enough to play computer games, and who am I to argue with him? So, he goes to one of his favorite sites, PBS Kids Go. A few minutes after I had lain down to take a nap, he runs into my room saying, "They have Two Rivers on PBS Kids!" I thought that was interesting, but not enough for me to get up right then.

So, after begging and begging for scrambled eggs, I decided I wouldn't let him starve and got up to fix his lunch. He was still playing the games online. I was floored. You have to see this to believe it.

The game has some of the same pictures I have, only drawn like a cartoon. I sit amazed. I would stand, but I'd probably fall over.

Let me know what you think about the game!

Sigh...Moms get it too...

So, I guess I assumed when I had a baby that moms never contract illnesses their children had. I never remember my mother catching what we had, yet she was in with us every time we were sick. I still want my Momma with me when I have a stomach bug. Just something so comforting about her holding my hair back and wiping my face with a wet rag. I hope my son feels the same way about me when he grows up.

Thankfully, we have not had the stomach thing, but Lord knows we've been sick. Yes. I said "we". I now have the galloping crud as my Momma used to say. I felt so awful yesterday that I had to call Sound Man home from work so he could drive me to the doctor, and I felt like I could have passed out several times on the way there. Come to find out, my blood pressure was really low. Why, I have no idea. I just know I felt H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E.

It's not the flu, as both Kiddo and I have been swabbed and found flu-free. But it is one bad virus. I haven't felt this bad since I DID have the flu two years ago. I feel a bit better today, but I'm still running a bit of fever. And it's one no cowbell is gonna cure. (Kudos if you can tell me what that's from!)

By the way, Kiddo did NOT get to participate in the Awana Olympics. He was so upset. But it made both his daddy and me realize that he is maturing just a bit. He was so concerned about the team that he was begging for us to let him go. He kept saying, "The team needs me! The team needs me!" It's really the first time he has had a team player mindset. Sigh....I hate the little guy didn't get to go, but I am glad we got to see this side of him.

Not Unscathed

Well, here I was thinking we were going to get through the winter none the worse for wear. I don't even know what that phrase means. Anyway, my point is that I thought we'd made it to the warm springtime with no major sicknesses to slow us down. Aside from a couple of sinus infections that I expect every year, up until yesterday we had made it home free.

Kiddo woke up yesterday complaining about his throat really hurting. Since he NEVER gets sick (hence the thought we'd made it yet another year), I thought it really should be seen. No fever, just drainage and a slightly red throat. Dr. does a strep test, it comes back negative, and we go home with some sample antihistamines.

An hour after we get home, Kiddo starts complaining about EVERYTHING hurting. I reach over to comfort him and realize he's now burning up. 101.2 fever. Yay. By the time I get the nurse on the phone it's gone up to 102.2, and I'm thinking he has the flu. The flu? We homeschool, for goodness sake! We shouldn't get communicable diseases! Oh, yeah. We do go to church. And Wal-mart. Blech.

Back to the doctor's office for a flu swab. Thankfully, it's negative, and the nurse says it's viral and to give him the round of Tylenol-Motrin-Tylenol-Motrin cycle every three hours and to make him drink fluids till his eyeballs are swimming. Maybe she didn't say that exactly, but that's what my goal was yesterday and today.

His fever went down all the way to normal this afternoon after waking up with 102.5, but right before bed it went back up to 99.3....sigh....I hope this doesn't last long...I hate to see my Kiddo not feeling well. Plus, the Awana Olympics are Saturday, and he's excited to be a part of it. If he's still sick tomorrow, I guess he won't be able to play. Which makes all of us sad.

I'm praying he wakes up my little strong-willed, silly, image-of-his-daddy self tomorrow morning.

Pillow Parade!

I'm so glad Kari & Kijsa are having a Pillow Parade today! I'm a little late getting in on it, but I had to re-share my pillow that I made.

This pillow was handmade by me with fabric that used to cover a mattress that was at my Mimmie and Grandaddy's house since before I was born. I had that mattress but really needed to get rid of it (hello, it was almost 40 years old!), but I couldn't bear the thought of throwing it or the covered boxspring out altogether. So, I cut the fabric off and made this pillow, using fringe I found at Hobby Lobby. It matched perfectly, and I LOVE this pillow. It pretty much sums up my personality...I am dreadfully sentimental, miss my Grandparents, love soft, earthy colors, enjoy looking at pretty things in my home, and can actually use a sewing machine when I have to. Read the whole story here.

Now, head on over to Kari & Kijsa's and join in the pillow fun!

Dinner this Weekend - Pasta Carbonara

One of our favorite meals is called Pasta Carbonara. We had it this past weekend. It's really not a Carbonara, I guess, since it doesn't have eggs in it (I've seen other "Carbonara" dishes and they've all had eggs in them). But, it is one fine and tasty recipe my friend Jennifer gave me several years ago. She also called it Sausage Spaghetti, but I think that makes it sound too much like normal spaghetti.

Okay, here's the recipe:

Take one pound bulk breakfast sausage and brown with 5 to 7 pieces of bacon that you've diced. You can also use bulk Italian Sausage, too, and if you do, you can leave out the next step. See the stuff on the wooden spoon? When I use regular sausage, I put in about a scant teaspoon each of oregano and basil. Makes it more Italian-y. As that mixture is browning, add one minced clove of garlic and stir it in really well.

Whilst that is browning, boil some Angel Hair pasta.We use whole wheat pasta, 'cause that's how we roll. Or maybe it's so we won't roll so much. I don't even know what that means. Anyway, it's really good and good for you, too. I usually use about 12 ounces, but I don't have a set amount, just use as much as you want to. How's that for precise measuring?

When you put your water on to boil, throw some salt in the water so that you have already salted your pasta and you won't have to salt the finished product. I think you consume less sodium that way, but how should I know? Man, I'm really sarcastic today, aren't I? Anyway, I think I use probably a tablespoon in my water. I know that sounds like a lot, but remember, this the water we're salting, not the pasta itself.

Back to the task at hand. While your meat is browning and your pasta is boiling, go ahead and grate some Parmesan cheese. DO NOT USE POWDER. Come on, people, get the real stuff! It tastes SO much better than the round box stuff.

This is me grating cheese in my beloved Pampered Chef cheese grater. Only, the handle is broken so I'm having to hold it funny. And hold it I will until I can afford another Pampered Chef cheese grater. It's that good. Okay...grate about a cup.

Then open up one of these.

After your pasta is cooked, your meat is no longer pink, your cheese is grated and your can is opened (Wait...what?), you're ready to assemble. Drain your pasta and dump the drained pasta into your meat mixture, followed by your cheese...

...and evaporated milk. Now just let it simmer, stirring it all really well to get it all mixed in. Simmer and stir until the liquid is reduced and the mixture is almost creamy...about 5 minutes or so. Don't over cook it or it will not be creamy, it will be sort of sticky. Still delicious, but not as nice a presentation.

And here you go. Finished product. I don't think I can convey how good this stuff is. My Kiddo regularly asks for it, and that's saying something. I mean, he's not a picky eater, but he'd rather request McDonald's than something I make. So I know something's a hit when he asks for it.

Here's the recipe fo' realz.

1 lb. bulk sausage, either breakfast or Italian

1 tsp each basil, oregano (if using regular breakfast sausage...if using Italian, omit)

5 to 7 pieces bacon, chopped

1 clove garlic, minced

1 cup grated Parmesan cheese

1 (12 oz) can evaporated milk

Angel hair pasta (amount depends on you)

salt for pasta (amount depends on how much you want)

In a skillet brown sausage with bacon, spices, and garlic until sausage and bacon are no longer pink. If there is a lot of grease after you're done browning, drain some off. Leave enough to just barely coat the bottom of the skillet. While the meat is browning, boil pasta, adding salt before boiling. Drain boiled pasta. Combine meat mixture, pasta, cheese, and evaporated milk and mix well. Simmer until liquid is reduced and mixture is creamy, 5 to 7 minutes, stirring well.

That's it! It's super, super easy, fast, and delicious to boot.

And if you're wondering how much it costs, here's what I spent:

Turkey sausage from Wal-Mart: $1.36

Bacon: partial package of turkey bacon from Aldi (I used the other part in another recipe): $.63

Garlic: on hand

Spices: on hand

Parmesan Cheese from Wal-Mart: about $2.00 (I'm using the rest of the package for another recipe)

Evaporated milk from Aldi: about $.75? I'm guessing because I bought it a while back and can't remember exactly how much.

Angel Hair from Wal-mart: $1.26

So, total: around $6.00 give or take a couple of pennies. For about 8 to 10 servings, depending on how much pasta you use. So, I guess that works out to be about .60 to .75 a serving? Wow. Even I didn't realize it was so economicable. I just made that word up.

I hope you enjoy it!

Darling Daffodils

This week for My Husband Rocks! I won't have any pictures because my battery died in my camera. But I did want to share with you why my sweet husband most definitely rocks.

Yesterday I woke up with major sinus issues. Sound Man was so sweet to me all day, even calling to check on me throughout the day. When he asked what I had planned for supper (Taco Ring) he told me he would make it when he got home. It helps that it's one of his favorites.

I didn't see him come in when he got home since I was putting a load of clothes up, but when I walked into the kitchen he turned around with a vase full of Daffodils! They were so beautiful and even had a couple of unopened buds that made the whole thing look so gorgeous!

I have the most thoughtful husband. He spoils me rotten and takes such good care of Kiddo and me. Thank you, My Sweet, for being the kind of man that most definitely ROCKS! Who else would take over his wife's blog and tell the world that she rocks? Yeah, that was a surprise, too. He's just full of them.

If you'd like to see where "My Husband Rocks!" started, head over to Katy Lin at The Great Adventure.

My New Favorite

If you've read my blog for long, you know I love music. I have my old standbys like Chris Tomlin and Kari Jobe for worship, but just for listening to chill or exercise with, I have found a brand new artist. Her name is Francesca Battistelli and she totally rocks. Not like heavy metal, but in the slang sense of the word. Sound Man knew I loved her single that's out now, "Free To Be Me," so he looked her up on iTunes. He loved her sound as much as I did, so he bought the whole kit-and-kaboodle (meaning he downloaded the entire album). Here's just a sample of the songs she has...I realize you may not have time to listen to all of them, but take a second and listen to a bit of each of them. They are not all my favorites but the Playlist didn't have my favorites. If I find them I'll add them, but this gives a good sample of her stuff.

How refreshing to hear a good, full, ALTO voice for once. She has a great range, but she is most definitely an alto, praise God. Her songs go from funky and fun in "Blue Sky" to haunting and soul-stirring in "Beautiful, Beautiful." I hope you check her out. She is worth a listen!

More snow pictures

Is there something so wrong with me that when I make a simple typo when I type the word "snow," using the letter "t" in place of the letter "w," it makes me GOL (giggle out loud)?

Oh, sorry...back to the subject at hand.

We took several pictures of the snow that came Saturday. Sound Man and Kiddo had a blast being silly in the snow. Windi and Shadow couldn't have cared less about it, but Jonathan loved to sniff it, getting some of it up his nose in the process.

Look how big my dog is getting! He's looking more and more like a grown up Retriever. It makes me kind of sad. I mean, just seven short months ago this is what he looked like:

WAAAAAHHHH!!!

Oh, sorry. Again. Anyway, Sound Man and Kiddo got out in the front yard and built an awesome snowman.

Being the safety man that he is, of course Mr. Snowman Couldn't be a normal, scarf wearing, boring snowman. No, this dude is ready to jump in and help where needed. Sounds like someone else I know...But I digress. We had to give him a name. Sound Man said Safety Sam. Nah. Too cheesy. My choice, and my idea I might add, was Fluorescent Frosty. Sound Man loved it. And it's not cheesy AT ALL. Hee hee.

They were frozen popsicles by the time they were finished, but it was worth it. I love watching them do stuff together.

Sometime after it got dark, however, Mr. Frosty met his demise. We can't be sure it wasn't the wind, but Sound Man really thinks some punks knocked him over after our curtains were closed. I asked him why someone would do that and his reply was that their dads didn't build one with them when they were nine.

In spite of being sad Kiddo would be upset, that made me smile.

Oh, well, it's gonna be 60 in a couple of days. Mr. Frosty wouldn't have made it anyway.