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Bucketloads of Blessings: Oh, Happy Days

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Monday, November 22, 2010. Oh, Happy Days. 1 c diced onions. 1 c diced celery. 1/2 t ground black pepper. 1/2 t poultry seasoning. 1 c raisins, or if you wish, craisins. 1/2 c chopped walnuts or pecans (I prefer walnuts). 1/2 pound sausage, browned and drained. 1 c tart, cored but unpeeled apples, diced. 6 c stale cornbread cubes. 3 c chicken broth (more or less, just enough to get the mixture very, very moist.). So, I hope that this recipe will bring your family as much enjoyment as it does mine!

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Bucketloads of Blessings: November 2010

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Monday, November 22, 2010. Oh, Happy Days. 1 c diced onions. 1 c diced celery. 1/2 t ground black pepper. 1/2 t poultry seasoning. 1 c raisins, or if you wish, craisins. 1/2 c chopped walnuts or pecans (I prefer walnuts). 1/2 pound sausage, browned and drained. 1 c tart, cored but unpeeled apples, diced. 6 c stale cornbread cubes. 3 c chicken broth (more or less, just enough to get the mixture very, very moist.). So, I hope that this recipe will bring your family as much enjoyment as it does mine! Even t...

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Bucketloads of Blessings: Two Crazy Weeks!!

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010. I finally have a moment to gather a thought or two. It has been two incredibly crazy weeks here in the Schwind household. Here are some highlights since my last post:. Two visits to karate and judo with my oldest three boys. Two great visits with our small group from church, one of which involved making a bacon wrapped meatloaf from The Pioneer Woman. Oh, mamma. One long day spent serving an underprivileged community near downtown Indy with my oldest two sons. What a blessing!

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The Lost Art of Being a Dame: What Say You to This?

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The Lost Art of Being a Dame. What's Old Welsh for Closet-Crammed-With-Betsey-Johnsons? New Leaf, Watch OUT: I’m Coming to Turn Your Ass Over! A Truly Inspirational, Beautiful Man. What Say You to This? Best :14 Video Ever. Dr Wilson from HOUSE Can Really Swing! A Real-Life Hildy Johnson. My Sparklecast Interview Part One. 1 Photo, 2 Beyond Glamorous Dames. Laquo; Best :14 Video Ever. A Truly Inspirational, Beautiful Man ». November 19, 2008. What Say You to This? Posted at 11:37 AM. I say go for it!

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Bucketloads of Blessings: April 2010

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Thursday, April 29, 2010. Why I Love Having a Daughter. There are many reasons, but one stands a bit above the rest. I can sum it up in one word: Clothes! That is the truth! She is sweet and fun and such a blessing to our family. And so were all of my four boys! The main difference is, I can dress her up like my own living, breathing baby doll! It started early. Here is our first example:. This was taken in the hospital. And, truth be told, she was gorgeous! All 10 pounds, 4 ounces of her! Not to mention...

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Round Flat Rocks: 03.10

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I'm an input junky. With a buoyant fix threshold. Tied off and leaning over an array of. Syringes, I taste the news from whichever blinks most anxiously. Lately, though, I resent my reliance on real-time remote, a good first step on separating habit from need. I mean, those sound like the right words to say. Yup I am summoning the lazy pulses of. To keep track of where I leave my tools. In my own house. That's my life. Like its analog analogue, the. Skipping its smug, warm-blooded ass. Practically everyo...

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Round Flat Rocks: The Father of the Man

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The Father of the Man. That was the first moment in my life that I could actually remember my father being my age. It messed me up for days. Where I was at 28 was surely, certainly, and without a doubt unworthy of the respect and awe that the 5-year old me could recall holding for my dad when he was my age. Pulling on those black and white Adidas high tops was the precise moment. When I stopped wishing I was a kid again and resigned myself to being a grown up. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Round Flat Rocks: Adult Swim (or, how I became a facebook whore...)

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Adult Swim (or, how I became a facebook whore.). I could not have imagined that it would go down like this. No, not at all. It was a quick descent. A little over a year ago, my only real issue was a slightly annoying but manageable Blackberry thing, purely for work purposes. I leaned on it too much at times, sure, but I could always stop if I needed to, and I had yet to start dangerously mixing ‘berrying and driving. I started with MySpace, but…not so much. It felt like David Lynch. It’s still the ...

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Round Flat Rocks: 07.09

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My dog has been sleeping around. I can't say I blame him. In fact, he wandered off Thursday morning, and I haven't seen him since. Last night I got an email saying he was having a good time. I don't think he wrote it, though. A calendar view of the last few years would show a semi-automatic splatter pattern of life events, often leaving me with an image of whoever is on the cosmic trigger sporting smeared clown makeup. Max's favorite color is purple. That cannot be an accident.). Early mornings slid into...

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Round Flat Rocks: 09.09

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I'm not cynical enough to dismiss the notion of free will. I am, however, saying that it belongs more on a box score than a lineup card. Having spent their whole lives in a city on the backside of its history, my parents left Akron as soon as chance allowed. Having spent only a couple years at the end of high school in a Bay Area on the rise, I have found myself wandering back, in both thought and U-Haul. A few months from having exchanged top-siders and pegged acid-wash for Jams. The Back-to-Texas Evil ...