Do Unto Others...

A good news story from NPR.

I want that kind of love for others in my heart. Without fear.

Homemade Hot Dogs

Who would've thought? Rather than paying about $5.00/can at the Village Market, why not make your own?

I know this sounds ridiculous to the average person (And I'm not claiming to be above average!), but I think it is fair to say that I have a bit more time on my hands (and less $$) than the average person.

Timothy George is the one who introduced me to making my own hot dogs. He calls them "Snakes". Trust me, they are safer than their namesake AND in case you were worried, they contain no animal products. So far I have had several variations: Itailian Sausage, Spanish, and other weird hot dog hybrids.

I am working on decreasing the density of my hot dogs. A few recipes ago, it was hard to eat more than one hot dog; and I found myself with a bloated belly. Not cool.

This week I put tofu and chicken TVP in with my usual ingredients. We shall see how they turn out! If they are crumbly, I will use them as veggie-meat crumbles. If they are chewy and dense, I will slice them up and put them in recipes. If they are just right, they shall be deemed safe to eat as hot dogs.

Oklahoma Pride

There are certain things that make me smile.

The first being that Dr. Haluska's name comes up every Sabbath in conversation. He is a legend at Southern, and without fail, the Haluska survivors unite and share stories.

Another thing that makes me smile is how enthusiastic my family gets about Oklahoma. It has come to my realization that this really overwhelms people. My apologies. We boast about our corn and our mountains, our friendliness and our heritage, our sunsets and landscape. But don't mind us, we have a hard time containing ourselves. We are just advocates of a grand state.

Take a look here. You just might want to come visit.

Once again, during supper my family got on our soap box. Stephen Thorp, the recipient of myth busting rampage, is an advocate of his homeland too: British Columbia. I have never been there, but it looks pretty good too. It doesn't look anything like Oklahoma, but I won't hold it against Stephen or BC.

Strikers!

We didn't win, but

WE HAD FUN!

When Dreams Don't Come True

I thought I found the job of my dreams, only to have the door of opportunity slammed shut with a loud thud. I was left on the front steps with tears and a tissue. So close! Yet on the wrong side of the door.

But really? Was it really the wrong side of the door? Who am I to say?

I prayed that God's will would be clear to me for that particular job. It was not what I expected.

Maybe my dreams are not God's dreams. Maybe I am to wait a while. Maybe I will get the job of my dreams, but it is not what I expect or in the timing that I had hoped for. Maybe...?