Monday, September 24, 2012

60... Here Comes Cindi Loo Loo!

So, tomorrow is my birthday. 59th or as I like to say, I am living my 60th so I have been trying to keep up the appearance of having all my marbles, and that is hard work but important work…at least hopefully my kids will be less embarrassed of me in public.
“It's paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone,”  says, Andy Rooney longtime 60 Minutes journalist.
 Then, this morning on one of the talk shows I watched as one of their guests had Botox injected into her hands to take away the “granny” look. Don’t think I haven’t thought about that myself as well.  I also read that 60 is the new 40…wish I had known that when I was in my forties because at that birthday I felt the reverse.
I have lived a wonderful life up to now. And even if the future did start looking grim the past will be able to keep me going for sure.
The plans for my big day, retail therapy always seems to work. Absolutely avoid all mirrors until I feel comfortable in this new/old skin. Or park the ole bifocals might work too.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

The Brave Huntress Strikes Again.






The Brave Huntress Strikes Again.


This morning a chipmunk made its way into the house. I was sitting on the sofa and in it runs through the living room...I scream for Torrie Jo. Sophie, the Min. Schnauzer,  is just barking away.  To Jo traps the chip in the far corner fire place wall and I am still screaming next thing I hear is To Jo’s deep grueling/growl and a meager little chirp out the Chip... and out of my slightly opened eyes, because I had them shut, here comes To Jo with a very limp and dead Chip swinging loosely from her mouth. She then drops the dead thing at my feet, which rendered me speechless. Larry runs bravely AWAY. He said he was going to get something to pick it up, but I knew that he was really freaked out too and frightened to death himself. Larry came back after what seemed forever, with the big snow shovel, barbeque prong, and a rag, I ‘m thinking, what a brave man I married (not). To Jo got a treat and I won't ever leave the screen door open again (maybe).
The end! 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words...





Life on the Lake

Life on the Back-porch

It is a Dog's Life

Life in the ADK Neighborhood

Life as a Critter

Life Is Family

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Empty Pantry Recipe


We were getting ready to leave for an extended time and I had not been grocery shopping,in order too empty out the kitchen. So our food supply was very low…what to make for supper?  Looking in the pantry I noticed I had a 10oz. can of chicken hmm.  After Goggling for recipes meant for canned chicken, nothing sounded like it tasted worthy of this lovely can… therefore the most delectable recipe was born where Chicken-Pot Pie meets Pasta Primavera with a twist.
Preheat oven to 350
Use square casserole.8x8
2 cups of uncooked pasta what ever you have on hand...I used Orecchiette to be cooked with less 2min. time because the baking will cook the rest.
1cup Panko
1 10 0z can of chicken (Wal-Mart brand the best)
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1/4 cup chopped onion
1/4cup chopped celery
1/4cup diced carrots
1/4cup peas
1/4 cup butter or olive oil or half of each 3 TB to sauté veggies and 1 TB for Panko topping
1 clove of minced garlic
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2 TB flour
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1cup of chicken broth
1/2cup milk                      
1/4 cup mayonnaise(2TB works too)
1/4 cup dry white wine
1/4 grated cheese
Salt and pepper
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Open can of chicken rinse and drain
Sauté the next 6(six) ingredients with 3 TB butter/oil
Add 2TB flour to make roux, blend adding the next 5(five) liquid and cheese ingredients... If too thick add more broth or milk or even pasta water. This is not thick but should thicken some with the flour.
Add chicken just as it comes out of the can (don’t treat it like tuna salad) to the creamed veggies. Set aside

Brown the Panko with the 1TB butter left. I threw-in parsley, Lawry’s salt, pepper (whatever you like here for some pzazz)  
Layer: pasta then creamed veggies an top with butter and browned Panko.
BAKE about 30 minutes…
I guarantee all will love this recipe and no leftovers for sure.
ENJOY.



Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Fuzzy Wuzzy

We have an "unwelcome" guest in our backyard.
Needless to say, I have had to stop feeding all our fine feathered friends.
These pictures were taken 6:00 AM.

Friday, June 15, 2012

NEWNEWNEW!


During the past four years Larry has traveled numerous times to Africa and it seemed like each time he went he could feel this nudging of conscious saying, “This is really what I want to be doing full time."  Not only the nudging but every trip was a blessing to all. These trips to Africa have been accompanied with American pastors along to help and with the support of an organization called, Food for the Hungry. Two of the his pastor friends on these trips to Africa, have encouraged him to focus on serving Africa in a more personal way and it’s seems as though God is reminding us once again,”go, for I have reopened the door for you”

  Our thoughts seemed to always go back to the mid-seventies, when scores of African-Portuguese refugees came to the Motherland fleeing from the Marxist government’s take-over of Portuguese colonies. God began touching our hearts then with the concern for Portuguese-speaking African people whom escaped with nothing but their clothes on their backs.Larry would even plant the seed of concern to our young Portuguese who came to Christ through our ministry to pray about this need to go.  

Larry was reminded from one of those challenged to go, by the name of George Silver, he and his young family now serve in Africa. George writes, I PRAYED AND I OBEYED AND I AM IN AFRICA.”  Then he added, "I kept my side of the deal, where are you?

So now we have been re-challenged our goal is to begin August 1, 2012, to go full time with our ministry, Global Portuguese Outreach, which began in 2008, which is a 501c3. So, we are raising support and asking you to walk with us as we serve through evangelism and strengthening of the national church pastors speaking Portuguese with emphasis on Africa and Indonesia. Your support can be monthly or one-time. We find that many prefer to donate a one-time yearly gift. This method takes the stress off monthly support with option to renew on a yearly basis and as God blesses.  We trust that you will have time to pray and partnership with us. And build with us a relationship and joint venture to reach and serve the Portuguese speaking people.

It has been interesting to see how the focus on Missions has evolved during in our life time. In the forties and fifties, when our parents went to the field, missions were very much concentrated in the unreached areas. Today 95% of all missionaries are in mega-urban capitols of the world. My passion is the forgotten national pastors who faithfully work in backward areas of their countries where many are reluctant to go. This is where Larry has been these past four years in an extreme difficult area where they desperately need help and encouragement. Recently, he was in Saca, Mozambique, So. Eastern Africa. The jaunt itself took two hours of riding in a jeep, over a bike trail road. Yet, Pastor Dennis peddles his bike back to the community each week and the church keeps growing and is eager for more yet these communities and the leaders have been ignored by the in government for years. It is to these communities and these pastors who need our help for their ministry. So with all honesty and quite bluntly, God has blessed us with being bi-lingual, and we are willing and able to go, would you be willing and able to help us.

We would love the opportunity to speak at your church or your group home Bible studies. You could open your home to your friends and help us introduce them to our ministry.
If you have any questions about how God is leading us please contact us.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Empty Nest needs to be emptied…





Our daughter is getting ready to pack up to move to Florida for Grad. School and as I looked around her room I can’t imagine where to begin to pack her off.  Knowing that she most likely won’t ever live here anymore, how will we make her throw away things she doesn’t need any more?  Part of you says leave everything exactly like you never went?  That can’t be healthy.  I believe that would be boarder- line “hoarderish” of us.
Plastic containers would be a good idea to separate keep and give things; it seems so easy on those shows.  They never let you see how many people are helping with process either.
I am sure the best way is to clean it out completely at least to a storage space of some kind, after all memories are always there and they don’t smell moldy or get dusty.
Step one: Get started! (TOMORROW)

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Next Step...


The next step...


Everyone is wondering what our next step is, well, it is more like a giant leap of FAITH kind of step.
We hope to really start running soon.
We will keep you posted on the route we will be taking. God's G.P.S is saying, “take the next available 
"U-turn.  
So that is what we are praying about. 

Monday, June 11, 2012

I love the green of spring..

The two seasons I love most living in the Adirondacks are fall and spring...to opposites I know...because one is just dying and the other beginning to live. Or one seems awfully wrong and the other wonderfully right. We need the one to have the other. Ying and yang of the environment I suppose. Maybe because I am a Libra and this is the balancing of nature at her finest. As far as colorful the fall is so gloriously breath taking...yet it is ultimately leading up the "winter of my despair”, thank you, Green-gables person for that phrase. Spring is no doubt synonymous with the word hope, up here in these-here-parts, because we hope for one to be over and the other to come fast. All this came to me as I was spray painting my porch/deck furniture a lovely shade of spring green. The paint can said, Satin Eden, as the official color. I don't know if I was trying to convince myself of the color but when I read the name of the color on the can I knew it was a sign...