I have to share this recipe...
1/2 med onion chopped
2 oz cream cheese
1/2 tbs water
1/2 tsp ground cumin
1/8 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp salt
2 cups cubed cooked turkey
6 flour tortillas (I like the whole grain wheat ones)
1/2 can condensed cream chicken soup (undiluted)
4 oz sour cream
1/2 cup skim milk
1 tbsp canned green chilies (optional)
1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1 tsp dried cilantro (or 1 tbsp minced fresh cilantro)
.5 Preheat oven to 350 degrees
1. In a small nonstick skillet coated with cooking spray, cook onions over a medium heat until tender; set aside
2. In a large bowl stir the cream cheese, water, cumin, pepper and salt until smooth. Add the onion and turkey
3. Spoon 1/3 cup of turnkey mixture down the center of the tortillas, roll and place seam side down in a cooking spray coated 8x8 casserole dish
4. Combine sour cream, soup, milk and chilies in a bowl and stir; pour mixture over enchiladas; sprinkle with dried cilantro (if using fresh add cilantro just before serving)
5. Cover and bake at 350 degrees for 40min.
6. Uncover and sprinkle with cheddar cheese; cook for 5 more min or until cheese is melted - sprinkle with cilantro
Nutrition Facts: 1 enchilada equals 300 calories, 14 g fat (you can reduce this to 10g if you use all low fat or fat free dairy products), 20g carbs, 1g fiber, 22g protein
It comes out cheesy and delicious!!! Enjoy!
Sorry KJ - this has too much dairy for your family - but maybe they won't notice???
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Support Our Troops!
OK everyone...the PT test is on May 19...(there is NO way I am gonna make that, but I am going to give it the old college try).
My sister, her husband and their son have expressed an interest in doing this with me - yay!!! (Misery LOVES company : D
I tried yesterday and I can do 0 (zero) push-ups (I can do 4 girl style push ups on my kneew), 10 sit ups and I can run a mile in 14min...ugh. My total score is 31 - It needs to be 180 to pass. : /
Today...still 0 push ups, 10 sit ups and I'll get back to you on my run...this is gonna take some time - I'll keep ya posted!
My sister, her husband and their son have expressed an interest in doing this with me - yay!!! (Misery LOVES company : D
I tried yesterday and I can do 0 (zero) push-ups (I can do 4 girl style push ups on my kneew), 10 sit ups and I can run a mile in 14min...ugh. My total score is 31 - It needs to be 180 to pass. : /
Today...still 0 push ups, 10 sit ups and I'll get back to you on my run...this is gonna take some time - I'll keep ya posted!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Lets Support Our Troops and Take a Physical Training (PT) Test...
Yeah, I am serious...lets support out troops and take an Army PT test.
I am a 38yr old female, my screening weight is 163lbs - good there I weigh about 135lbs. It looks like I can have up to 34% body fat - good there too...I think (according to my scale), I am about 30% body fat.
In order to pass a PT test I have to do 13 push ups, 38 sit ups and run 2miles in 22min and 42sec. This will be a problem!
I can't even do one push up, I can only do 10 sit ups and I have NO idea how long it would take me to run 2miles, but I am thinking probably at least 30min...ugh!!! Guess I am gonna have to train! I want to try to take this PT test in 2 weeks - right? Don't think it is possible...let's see how long it takes to get in shape for an Army PT test!
Who's with me?
I am a 38yr old female, my screening weight is 163lbs - good there I weigh about 135lbs. It looks like I can have up to 34% body fat - good there too...I think (according to my scale), I am about 30% body fat.
In order to pass a PT test I have to do 13 push ups, 38 sit ups and run 2miles in 22min and 42sec. This will be a problem!
I can't even do one push up, I can only do 10 sit ups and I have NO idea how long it would take me to run 2miles, but I am thinking probably at least 30min...ugh!!! Guess I am gonna have to train! I want to try to take this PT test in 2 weeks - right? Don't think it is possible...let's see how long it takes to get in shape for an Army PT test!
Who's with me?
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Super Duper Funky Frustration!
I probably shouldn't even blog today...I am in a funk! I started a business this year and it is taking FOREVER to get it going! I knew it would, but I am getting impatient these days. It doesn't help that today is a work day and my little one has pink eye...so no working today. I just can't run that big machine while he is around. He is fascinated by it and I KNOW he won't leave it alone and I can't risk him getting hurt. Also, I have a hard time splitting my attention between the two. It is just easier not to work when he is home.
Actually, this is exactly why I started my own business, because I would have to call into work when he is sick etc...I wanted to be here for him, but today - I am just plain frustrated with it - I want to work!
It doesn't help that I have spend hours and hours on my website and it is all jacked up...I am getting hits, but no business. I want to get clients slowly - so I am not really ready to advertise, but I think I am not going to have a choice...the people stumbling onto my site are not contacting me... I probably should talk to some of my friends who longarm quilt how long it took their business to take off. I know I won't make a lot of money and I know I won't make money right away...it is just that patience is not my strong suit!
OK - enough of that...more when I am in a better mood : /
Actually, this is exactly why I started my own business, because I would have to call into work when he is sick etc...I wanted to be here for him, but today - I am just plain frustrated with it - I want to work!
It doesn't help that I have spend hours and hours on my website and it is all jacked up...I am getting hits, but no business. I want to get clients slowly - so I am not really ready to advertise, but I think I am not going to have a choice...the people stumbling onto my site are not contacting me... I probably should talk to some of my friends who longarm quilt how long it took their business to take off. I know I won't make a lot of money and I know I won't make money right away...it is just that patience is not my strong suit!
OK - enough of that...more when I am in a better mood : /
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Check out this link if you are interested in where this info came from: http://www.biography.com/st-patrick/st-patrick.jsp
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity’s most recognizable figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains something of a mystery.It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents, either toward the end of the fourth century or the beginning of the fifth. Although his father was a Christian deacon, there is no evidence that Patrick was particularly religious. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family’s estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years as a slave in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian.
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, God’s voice spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland. To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo to the Irish coast.On his return to his family in Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation—an angel in a dream told him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission: to minister to the few Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish.
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish, and used the three-leaved shamrock to explain the concept of the Holy Trinity. There is also the legend that he drove the snake from Ireland, although scientists are now certain that there never were snakes on the island; some scholars have argued that the snakes were symbolic of Druids.
St. Patrick’s Day, March 17th is believed to be the date of Patrick’s death, although there is some doubt, most recent evidence points to 493 AD as the year. Patrick’s spectacular success in converting Ireland from a pagan to a Christian land, as well as the body of legend that developed around his work have ensured that he is commemorated in Ireland and wherever Irish immigrants have settled throughout the world—from Boston to Singapore.
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity’s most recognizable figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains something of a mystery.It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents, either toward the end of the fourth century or the beginning of the fifth. Although his father was a Christian deacon, there is no evidence that Patrick was particularly religious. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family’s estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years as a slave in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian.
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, God’s voice spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland. To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo to the Irish coast.On his return to his family in Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation—an angel in a dream told him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission: to minister to the few Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish.
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish, and used the three-leaved shamrock to explain the concept of the Holy Trinity. There is also the legend that he drove the snake from Ireland, although scientists are now certain that there never were snakes on the island; some scholars have argued that the snakes were symbolic of Druids.
St. Patrick’s Day, March 17th is believed to be the date of Patrick’s death, although there is some doubt, most recent evidence points to 493 AD as the year. Patrick’s spectacular success in converting Ireland from a pagan to a Christian land, as well as the body of legend that developed around his work have ensured that he is commemorated in Ireland and wherever Irish immigrants have settled throughout the world—from Boston to Singapore.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Respect/Revere/Empathize with Your Elders!
Lately, I got to thinking about how we treat our elders. You think about it…how do you treat your elders? I remember when my Granny moved in with us when I was still in High School. I remember not really understanding what she was talking about, but just smiling and nodding to make her feel like I was listening and that she was still a viable part of society. I also remember her telling me stories about her young life. She would regale me with stories of barn raisings, riding mules across the river and taking a ride on a buckboard into Nashville, TN – which was several hours from her home in the hills and hollers. How could I completely disregard the fact that she lived all of that…she was a mother, a farmers wife, a quilter, an Avon representative and who knows what else…She lived through the Great Depression, but when she talked to me – I thought I was superior. I was also none too respectful to my father at times either…many regrets there, but regrets are a waste of time.
Now that I am a mother…am I going to teach my son to smile and nod or to respect his elders? The definition of “respect” according to Webster is: “2. an act of giving particular attention: consideration 3.a. high or special regard: esteem b. the quality or state of being esteemed. I remember being “told” to respect my elders, but I don’t remember being taught or was I? According to that definition it could be the same thing right? Maybe we need a new word… How about “revere: to show deferential devoted honor to: regard as worthy of great honor”.
In my parents’ day, what they taught us as “respect” was actually self preservation. I don’t know how it is in other families, but my Grandparents could be pretty scary! You really didn’t want to run a foul of their good side on purpose, let alone on accident. Therefore, we were constantly vigilant not to do or say the wrong then and incur their wrath. However, it was their home and it was their rules and I learned how to “go along” to “get along”.
I think the reason that I am realizing the difference now is because my parents can now be considered “elders”. My Mother is the Matriarch of her family and my Father is the Patriarch of his side of the family. They now have many grandkids of their own. I do not see them as “elderly”, I think because I knew them when they were young…however, my son will always see my parents as “elderly” and how do I get him to treat them with respect as well as regard them with respect?
This leads me to my next topic, empathy. The definition of empathy is: “2. the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to; and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts and experience of another either past or present without having the feelings, thoughts and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner”. I think in order to respect our elders, we must first master the art of empathy. While I do not believe that we are only the sum of our thoughts, emotions and experiences – they shape us tremendously and are a big clue into who we are, how we think and what we do.
I think that in order to really respect your elders, you must first empathize by listening more than you talk, listening to their experiences… were they in a war; where are they from; what was their childhood like? How do they feel about politics; new gadgets/technology; their lives now; how things have changed in their lifetimes? If you know these things, then it will be much easier to “respect your elders” when they go off on a tirade about the mud on their heirloom Persian rug that was handed down from generation to generation, when all you see is a worn out, threadbare, faded rug that you couldn’t possibly hurt with a little mud… In my mind, respect in this situation would be to apologize profusely and vow to never do it again, while helping to clean it up in earnest. However, empathy would have NEVER let you get mud on the rug in the first place!
Still not sure how to teach my son these lessons, but plan to try my darnedest!
Now that I am a mother…am I going to teach my son to smile and nod or to respect his elders? The definition of “respect” according to Webster is: “2. an act of giving particular attention: consideration 3.a. high or special regard: esteem b. the quality or state of being esteemed. I remember being “told” to respect my elders, but I don’t remember being taught or was I? According to that definition it could be the same thing right? Maybe we need a new word… How about “revere: to show deferential devoted honor to: regard as worthy of great honor”.
In my parents’ day, what they taught us as “respect” was actually self preservation. I don’t know how it is in other families, but my Grandparents could be pretty scary! You really didn’t want to run a foul of their good side on purpose, let alone on accident. Therefore, we were constantly vigilant not to do or say the wrong then and incur their wrath. However, it was their home and it was their rules and I learned how to “go along” to “get along”.
I think the reason that I am realizing the difference now is because my parents can now be considered “elders”. My Mother is the Matriarch of her family and my Father is the Patriarch of his side of the family. They now have many grandkids of their own. I do not see them as “elderly”, I think because I knew them when they were young…however, my son will always see my parents as “elderly” and how do I get him to treat them with respect as well as regard them with respect?
This leads me to my next topic, empathy. The definition of empathy is: “2. the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to; and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts and experience of another either past or present without having the feelings, thoughts and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner”. I think in order to respect our elders, we must first master the art of empathy. While I do not believe that we are only the sum of our thoughts, emotions and experiences – they shape us tremendously and are a big clue into who we are, how we think and what we do.
I think that in order to really respect your elders, you must first empathize by listening more than you talk, listening to their experiences… were they in a war; where are they from; what was their childhood like? How do they feel about politics; new gadgets/technology; their lives now; how things have changed in their lifetimes? If you know these things, then it will be much easier to “respect your elders” when they go off on a tirade about the mud on their heirloom Persian rug that was handed down from generation to generation, when all you see is a worn out, threadbare, faded rug that you couldn’t possibly hurt with a little mud… In my mind, respect in this situation would be to apologize profusely and vow to never do it again, while helping to clean it up in earnest. However, empathy would have NEVER let you get mud on the rug in the first place!
Still not sure how to teach my son these lessons, but plan to try my darnedest!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Perfect Day...
My little one woke up wayyy too early, but his pull up was dry and we went back to bed for a half hour or so...
I made banana bread, which my little one LOVES and he was patient while it finished baking (no small feat for him : )
Then, we had no where to be and no time to be there...I LOVE those days sometimes! We had a leisurely breakfast during which he ate his Eggo and his blueberries with his fork - yay!
He drew circles on his chalk board and practiced putting on his shoes himself!
Next, he watched some TV while I talked to my Mommy on the phone. When it was time for lunch he ate almost ALL of his lunch - yay!
Then, we watched Team Umi Zoomi on the computer. We did some counting and lots of dancing.
Naptime went well...brushed those teeth and went down hard after reading "Fox in Sox" by Dr Suess. He slept for over 2hrs and woke up sleepy - so we snuggled on the couch while he woke up enough to have a snack.
After snacktime, he painted dinosaurs with watercolors and then asked me - "Mommy can I play with play-doh please?" Whooo hooo - he asked me nice! Of course we can play play-doh!
He cleaned up his paining mess himself with a papertowel and did a good job of it. Then, he cleared his own plate/cup from snack and put it on the counter.
Time to think of what to have for dinner...it is pork night and we have Sausage Minestrone in the freezer ready to eat - I'll make a little rice and away we go! So, not much to do there - more playing.
Of course, I have to be honest...along with all the above great stuff, we had several corrections for yelling at Mommy, pooping in our pants, play-doh on the wall, jumping off the couch etc. However, we had a GREAT day overall and I LOVE those days - don't you?
I made banana bread, which my little one LOVES and he was patient while it finished baking (no small feat for him : )
Then, we had no where to be and no time to be there...I LOVE those days sometimes! We had a leisurely breakfast during which he ate his Eggo and his blueberries with his fork - yay!
He drew circles on his chalk board and practiced putting on his shoes himself!
Next, he watched some TV while I talked to my Mommy on the phone. When it was time for lunch he ate almost ALL of his lunch - yay!
Then, we watched Team Umi Zoomi on the computer. We did some counting and lots of dancing.
Naptime went well...brushed those teeth and went down hard after reading "Fox in Sox" by Dr Suess. He slept for over 2hrs and woke up sleepy - so we snuggled on the couch while he woke up enough to have a snack.
After snacktime, he painted dinosaurs with watercolors and then asked me - "Mommy can I play with play-doh please?" Whooo hooo - he asked me nice! Of course we can play play-doh!
He cleaned up his paining mess himself with a papertowel and did a good job of it. Then, he cleared his own plate/cup from snack and put it on the counter.
Time to think of what to have for dinner...it is pork night and we have Sausage Minestrone in the freezer ready to eat - I'll make a little rice and away we go! So, not much to do there - more playing.
Of course, I have to be honest...along with all the above great stuff, we had several corrections for yelling at Mommy, pooping in our pants, play-doh on the wall, jumping off the couch etc. However, we had a GREAT day overall and I LOVE those days - don't you?
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