Roxie is doing well in school. She is taller than most of the students in her school...
Here is Sam at scout camp from this summer, pictures displayed on Church bulletin board.
I am a big fan of big computer screens, love the multiple screen set-up. I find great pleasure in changing the wallpaper of offices set on the default. This is one of my favorites. I left a note for the regular branch office assistant (I was on-call, filling in for her vacation) on how to switch it back. So it is not a real prank if you can fix it. Just a decorating suggestion!
THIS is an example of the dedicated cars I have seen. Is it just an East Coast thing? I edited out his name and birth months.
My plan for making the stenciled t-shirts with Max's face and "DEFIANCE" are my version of public mourning, I guess. A couple of weeks ago John and I drove down to the tracks, the closest we could get to where the police report indicate where Max died. We are still waiting on the toxicology report. Still waiting to get the final word. But we did hear back from the train engineers, who told us he had been sitting on the central tracks and stood up and walked onto the track with the on-coming 30 mph freight train. I think it was good to find out, knowing he wasn't passed out or lying down or trying to run away or....
Sometimes details are hard. Sometimes knowing helps. But as we drove away, John carefully pointed out good phone poles or the back of signs that would make good graffiti spots.
My name is Mom-Me at home. Friends who say my given name correctly are highly valued. Jenni-lyn, two distinct sounding names. Not Jen-all-lyn smushed together. I read every day, date husband at least weekly, watch films, daydream, teach early Daily Seminary-Bible Class to (only 13 this year!), cook extravagant meals, make famous fudge, take walks...but mostly I quilt and paint and parent!
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Work makes us strong!
Not much creative blogging lately...busy working in the office, with numbers and cost basis...
(photo credit: Sister-by-marriage Jen)I think we may need to start being more consistently photographed together, on purpose! She caught us smiling and legs entwined! Look how skinny-good Johnny looks! We are trying to be healthier (this time changing what we are eating, not just walking together), working now so we can be in shape for a mission in...20 years! It will be that long before we can retire.
I've been working 40 hour weeks for the past few months as an on-call fill-in, but turned down two of the full-time offers after praying hard about it. I feel I need to stay flexible to be able to help my children, be here after school when they come home, concentrate on making our home a house of order, and living within our means and being thrifty. The answer to my prayers was pretty specific, how I need to be satisfied with what we have, not over-extend my dreams and wishful-remodeling hopes, but make the best of what we have been blessed with NOW and trust that things will work out.
In 5 years when Roxie graduates from high school, things may change again, and given the same offer in the future I may take it eagerly. But not yet. I will trust that timing matters. Plus, a huge part of working full-time would leave me zero time to paint for clients, or be creative at home. It has been hard, really hard, and my heart reaches out to moms who already really have to work all day/night outside the home.
My boss says if you want to be rich do 5 things:
1. buy a home you can afford and pay it off and live there
2. get married and stay married
3. find a job with upward mobility and keep working
4. clean living (healthier, less dr bills plus not paying for vices $$$)
5. invest and spend less than you make.
Easy, right?
I finally opened an account, a ROTH IRA and bought my first stock. Just one share. Our income is pretty tied up in bills and children and student loans...not much wiggle room to invest. Very exciting to be on the client side. I should have done it a long time ago to see what it is like and to be able to explain things better to clients.
Work to stay married, work to be healthy, work to pay bills, work to support families, work to create art---still something I feel I need to do. I could see it clearly: if at the end of my life I had made lots of $ and we had gotten out of debt faster & fixed the house up sooner & travelled OR if at the end of my life I knew my children, had been available time-wise/face-time and had painted what I still need to paint and had the time for service and making a home---easy choice.
So my re-commitment is to be a homemaker, stay-at-home mom/wife/friend in 2014. I still have a few commitments for work on the calendar through December, but tapering off. Keeping my on-call status in good standing with 100 hours a year, but only every-other-week 6 hours during school time.
Friday, August 2, 2013
There is work, and then there is WORK!
I am a travelling on-call. I go to offices where the Branch Office Assistant is on vacation or ill. Filling in. Most of the time it is planned well in advance, so she leaves me a list of things to do. Sometimes I go beyond my responsibilities a little, a put away Christmas decorations, take the turkey candy bowl off the desk, recycle stale candy (I have to sample to see if fresh for clients!), and try to leave things better than they were before I came. I finally invested in some awesome graphite lock-ease, to make the door locks easier to open! They send me a key and I am amazed at what people will put up with, tough to open doors are fixable with a few well placed squirts. Squeaky door hinges are silenced. Squeaky chairs. Twisted phone cords unraveled. Everything dusted...
Trying to shake off the guilt of working outside our home and coming home to a dirty sink, hungry people. I had a super busy day at the office. And I wish I could have been home, working, cleaning...really.
The first day I was there alone, without the financial advisor. I did all the paperwork waiting, then found the vacuum, cleaned up, rearranged a little, moved the couch to focal wall and moved around pictures (they were all hung another 2 feet higher with no relationship to each other or the furniture, and I am a snob about pictures) and made myself at home.
It is hard for me to leave decorating tragedies alone. Should have taken before photos. Trust me, it was worse, much better now!
The financial advisor's wife called and said, "I have heard how great everything looks since you arrived! Someone after my own heart!"
I leave a smiley face note telling the regular Branch Office Assistant that everything can easily move back to original spot, that I am a self-admitted decorating snob who has watched way too many DIY shows...and I miss my home.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Working Thoughts
Painted crib railing by 3 older siblings of Sam. Black marker words by me. Ikea Christmas heart decorations with family history names markered on. 
We survived the first week of no school. Suzu had young women's camp, Max was gone at Maryland State Boychoir camp, so I only had two of my children home.
Add two cousins. And a younger sibling of a young woman who's mom was at camp. And a neighbor across the alley who likes to come play. And Hazel and little brother on Tuesday, and baby Tommy with teeth (!) on Friday...How did my mom ever survive 9 children?
Geri nursed her baby and listened to lunch one day, complimenting how organized it all sounded. HA! It is hard not to laugh and make fun of myself. It didn't feel organized! Crazy chaos! With joyful, good moments. And I knew it wasn't permanent, only a short-time of caring for this household of super young children.
I really do like playing with babies, and toddlers, and with all my teenagers gone, some of the stress was missing...
Quote from Church today: "Looking at the big picture relieves stress" (from Elder Neil Anderson to his daughter in our stake to her high council husband to our stake president councillor who spoke briefly in our meeting today).
The big picture is forever families. Children grow up and have their own children. I look forward to grand parenthood, when my children will raise their own children. I am glad to help other young mothers ease their demanding burden--that will disappear so quickly for them, too. Others helped me when I needed childcare support. I graduated from BYU because of babysitting help my mom gave us (Emma and Stewart did go to lots of classes with us, too). We traded nights with other couples so we could still afford a date without paying a babysitter.
With my busy week I couldn't go clean John's grandma's condo during the day--had to sneak over there at night. Didn't make it to my finance 6 hour a week job. Didn't do any painting. I am thankful again and again for John's full-time super job and the extra things he is still doing to support our family. It makes it easier to relax and do some nurturing!
I can concentrate on being a mom. Being available. Being here in our home. Feeding. Playing. Organizing (grand attempts at turning sewing studio back into guest room for college daughter home in 12 days!). Refereeing. Teaching Sam how to put on band aids for younger children. Insisting on manners. Encouraging reading. Correcting false doctrines. Gently reminding. Serving as mercy and law-maker. Channeling entertainment and organizing work parties (have you ever had a Sock Party? Match the many homeless socks!).
We survived the first week of no school. Suzu had young women's camp, Max was gone at Maryland State Boychoir camp, so I only had two of my children home.
Add two cousins. And a younger sibling of a young woman who's mom was at camp. And a neighbor across the alley who likes to come play. And Hazel and little brother on Tuesday, and baby Tommy with teeth (!) on Friday...How did my mom ever survive 9 children?
Geri nursed her baby and listened to lunch one day, complimenting how organized it all sounded. HA! It is hard not to laugh and make fun of myself. It didn't feel organized! Crazy chaos! With joyful, good moments. And I knew it wasn't permanent, only a short-time of caring for this household of super young children.
I really do like playing with babies, and toddlers, and with all my teenagers gone, some of the stress was missing...
Quote from Church today: "Looking at the big picture relieves stress" (from Elder Neil Anderson to his daughter in our stake to her high council husband to our stake president councillor who spoke briefly in our meeting today).
The big picture is forever families. Children grow up and have their own children. I look forward to grand parenthood, when my children will raise their own children. I am glad to help other young mothers ease their demanding burden--that will disappear so quickly for them, too. Others helped me when I needed childcare support. I graduated from BYU because of babysitting help my mom gave us (Emma and Stewart did go to lots of classes with us, too). We traded nights with other couples so we could still afford a date without paying a babysitter.
With my busy week I couldn't go clean John's grandma's condo during the day--had to sneak over there at night. Didn't make it to my finance 6 hour a week job. Didn't do any painting. I am thankful again and again for John's full-time super job and the extra things he is still doing to support our family. It makes it easier to relax and do some nurturing!
I can concentrate on being a mom. Being available. Being here in our home. Feeding. Playing. Organizing (grand attempts at turning sewing studio back into guest room for college daughter home in 12 days!). Refereeing. Teaching Sam how to put on band aids for younger children. Insisting on manners. Encouraging reading. Correcting false doctrines. Gently reminding. Serving as mercy and law-maker. Channeling entertainment and organizing work parties (have you ever had a Sock Party? Match the many homeless socks!).
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Summer of Unplugged-ness
I am sure this is terribly idealistic.
If you have teenagers, you know how they can turn into summer slugs, never seeing the light of day, holed up in their dens of entertainment. Erratic sleep cycles. Endless naps. Plugged in.
The recent youth conference expanded on the theme of un-plugging. I love this goal, and the determination to live, and not lull our lives away. It's not just laziness, but dependency on media that wastes time. I love my computer and blog reading, but the goal is to make sure I've done the minimum 6 things each day, too. Reading, praying, and serving.
Chore charts, work reward calendars...we haven't tried any for awhile. The goal is to get my household of tweens and teenagers to be more social, learn new skills, do some work, but mostly to INTERACT with each other. This is a checklist, with spaces to write in the MINUTES our children work on each thing, earning time to play solo computer games. If they are watching a movie together, that counts as social time. I want them to create a community, a family identity, eventually not needing the checklist, just doing good all the time and finding their own balance of real living and achieving good goals (not just a personal best score in a game...).
The list of "Mom's Special Jobs" include things like building a tree house, inventorying my fabrics and paints, keeping outside plants watered, bleach projects, moss graffiti, drawing lessons, painting downstairs bathroom, painting back porch!
We will see how this works, and how it morphs over the 12 weeks of summer.
Minimum A Day to EARN 1st hour computer time:
1. beautify home/world: make bed, clean floor S M T W Th F S
2. read Book of Mormon on own 15 minutes S M T W Th F S
3. praying: AM/PM/MEALS S M T W Th F S
4. do daily HOUSE CHORE S M T W Th F S (this is a rotating list of dishes, garbage, emptying recyclables, every day stuff)
5. exercise 20 minutes M T W Th F S
6. write in journal/blog/email parents S M T W Th F S (if they don't want to journal, they can email me a letter about their day, and I will start keeping their electronic history for them!)
Extras:
babysitting ___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
cooking or sewing lessons___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
cooking family meals___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
craft project ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
dancing___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
Grandpa John work ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
magnify talent___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
Mom Special Jobs ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
more exercise ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
mow lawn ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
NAME EXTRACTION___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
personal history-scrapbook __S __ M __T ___W ___Th ___F ___S
piano practice___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
picking up sticks in backyard ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
pull weeds in garden ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
pulling ivy off of bricks ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read history book___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read a classic___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read General Conference Talk ___S ___M ___T ___W ___Th __F___ S
read Church magazine___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
scrub downstairs bathroom ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
scrub upstairs bathroom ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
study Preach My Gospel___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep back porch/sidewalk ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep front sidewalk ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep & mop KITCHEN floor ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep/mop seminary floor ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep stairs going downstairs ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
volunteer work in community ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
write letter to missionaries___S ___ M ___T___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
write or research family history___S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
___________________________S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
___________________________S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
If you have teenagers, you know how they can turn into summer slugs, never seeing the light of day, holed up in their dens of entertainment. Erratic sleep cycles. Endless naps. Plugged in.
The recent youth conference expanded on the theme of un-plugging. I love this goal, and the determination to live, and not lull our lives away. It's not just laziness, but dependency on media that wastes time. I love my computer and blog reading, but the goal is to make sure I've done the minimum 6 things each day, too. Reading, praying, and serving.
Chore charts, work reward calendars...we haven't tried any for awhile. The goal is to get my household of tweens and teenagers to be more social, learn new skills, do some work, but mostly to INTERACT with each other. This is a checklist, with spaces to write in the MINUTES our children work on each thing, earning time to play solo computer games. If they are watching a movie together, that counts as social time. I want them to create a community, a family identity, eventually not needing the checklist, just doing good all the time and finding their own balance of real living and achieving good goals (not just a personal best score in a game...).
The list of "Mom's Special Jobs" include things like building a tree house, inventorying my fabrics and paints, keeping outside plants watered, bleach projects, moss graffiti, drawing lessons, painting downstairs bathroom, painting back porch!
We will see how this works, and how it morphs over the 12 weeks of summer.
Minimum A Day to EARN 1st hour computer time:
1. beautify home/world: make bed, clean floor S M T W Th F S
2. read Book of Mormon on own 15 minutes S M T W Th F S
3. praying: AM/PM/MEALS S M T W Th F S
4. do daily HOUSE CHORE S M T W Th F S (this is a rotating list of dishes, garbage, emptying recyclables, every day stuff)
5. exercise 20 minutes M T W Th F S
6. write in journal/blog/email parents S M T W Th F S (if they don't want to journal, they can email me a letter about their day, and I will start keeping their electronic history for them!)
Extras:
babysitting ___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
cooking or sewing lessons___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
cooking family meals___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
craft project ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
dancing___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
Grandpa John work ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
magnify talent___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
Mom Special Jobs ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
more exercise ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
mow lawn ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
NAME EXTRACTION___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
personal history-scrapbook __S __ M __T ___W ___Th ___F ___S
piano practice___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
picking up sticks in backyard ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
pull weeds in garden ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
pulling ivy off of bricks ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read history book___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read a classic___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
read General Conference Talk ___S ___M ___T ___W ___Th __F___ S
read Church magazine___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
scrub downstairs bathroom ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
scrub upstairs bathroom ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
study Preach My Gospel___S ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep back porch/sidewalk ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep front sidewalk ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep & mop KITCHEN floor ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep/mop seminary floor ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
sweep stairs going downstairs ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
volunteer work in community ___ M ___ T ___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
write letter to missionaries___S ___ M ___T___ W ___Th ___F ___ S
write or research family history___S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
___________________________S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
___________________________S __M __T ___ W ___Th __F ___ S
Monday, May 2, 2011
Granola Guy
TIFFANY NEEDS TO READ THIS More Last Thursday Mother's Class results: I took Sam & Roxie shopping with me for a cereal container. Normally, I would have gone by myself, while they were in school. But the play/work class helped me realize I need to teach them how to shop--which is work!
I told them what I was looking for, the features the container needed (plastic, not glass, big to fit lots of granola, pourable spout, ergonomic handle or easy to pour, good use of space and fit in our cupboard, and not expensive.)
We started at Dollar Tree, nothing, and almost walked out, but they had swim noodles in two new colors for our pattern "teach sewing skills" game March 31st post! Then we went to the grocery store. Compared containers, calculated which one was bigger (one was listed as 1.5 gallons, other was 40 ounces. Which is bigger? Math in the grocery isle!). We then went to Ollies, and Dollar General, looking, walking out when we didn't find what we needed. The $8.99 Rubbermaid cereal container at ShopRite seems to fit the most of our requirements, except the cheap part. It took awhile, but I hope they learned how I shop, what I look for, what is important to me (price and function!). We came home and put the granola in ziplock gallon bags, until we find the perfect container!
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Friday, November 19, 2010
Hi Ho Hi Ho ...Work WORK
I promised Emmalyn last week a better description of what work I am doing (besides the painting, and babysitting HAZEL DOES NOT DRINK SODA AS A FAMILY RULE! YIKES! DID NOT KNOW WHEN I LET HER TAKE A SIP OF MY *SPRINGLE! BAD BABYSITTER!): I met Ms. Joan while working for the Census. I watched her learn how to fingerprint while I was training as a crew leader. Later, she ended up training me for another phase, and then was my direct supervisor at the end. She is very talented, Renaissance Woman galore, and designs and creates baskets, gifts, amazing things. And I am her underling. Assistant. Grunt. I make things pretty, packaging, wrapping things ready to gift and give. 
I told Ms. Joan about my bungee cord ribbon holder in my sewing room, so she bought one for her ribbon. MUCH FASTER and organized!
Sometimes I bring home homework, before a big craft show.

I've got a little assembly line going here to make things faster. Time flies by--I never believe her when she says it is time for lunch. Talking, brainstorming, sharing recipes and folklore and love stories. Great work environment with Penny's scratch-her-head breaks.
Sometimes it is all in the presentation!
*SPRINGLE recipe, created by John. Fill glass with crushed ice. Splash 1/4 cup Pomegranite juice over ice. Fill with Black Cherry diet Fresca. Color is layered in glass-beautifully! Very refreshing.
I told Ms. Joan about my bungee cord ribbon holder in my sewing room, so she bought one for her ribbon. MUCH FASTER and organized!
I've got a little assembly line going here to make things faster. Time flies by--I never believe her when she says it is time for lunch. Talking, brainstorming, sharing recipes and folklore and love stories. Great work environment with Penny's scratch-her-head breaks.
Sometimes it is all in the presentation!
*SPRINGLE recipe, created by John. Fill glass with crushed ice. Splash 1/4 cup Pomegranite juice over ice. Fill with Black Cherry diet Fresca. Color is layered in glass-beautifully! Very refreshing.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Jennilyn is Teaching!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Rush, (comma) JOB
Flying out the door. Proctoring test for out-of-town MIL (Mom-by-marriage sounds so much nicer), censoring the rest of the day, and maybe crocheting some more baby blankets on the side...mural clients on hold for another couple of weeks, but some exciting up-coming projects that I can't wait to do! John is training for C job this week (quality control that comes after my phase) so I am taking kids to school. I make them walk. Nephew M isn't thrilled about that, but agreed to when I volunteered to carry his massive bell instrument. Ha. Thinking of car on Thursday when he has band again. It's heavy!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Everything is Going to Be Okay, Someday
It is mostly okay now. Lots to be thankful for each day I wake up and can get out of bed. I love that school is back in session and I have 21 teenagers to teach every morning! They are inspiring, exciting, sometimes sleepy. Most of the time sleepy. This morning one of the students showed me a painting he did for art class--looked very iron rod thematically, nice work.
Little miracle was being home when Emma called, twice (I came home for lunch to play with our favorite baby Peach Pit who learned how to wave AND clap since last week!) so we could talk about the class shopping she is doing, trying to find a good fit for her schedule and future work plans. She is going to London in the spring and thinking about changing her major.
I spent some time teaching a good friend how to crochet the edges of flannel receiving blankets. They look like this-
Then I did some recruiting in the 33 degree windy weather--with good conversations. It is a lot like missionary tracting--stopping people and asking if they know anyone who is looking for work, and using all my local contacts, asking them to post flyers and brochures at their businesses. Lots of smiling. My favorite un-coincidence was running into a couple from Church and giving them info and the wife saying, "This is an answer to my prayer." Another man earlier in the day said the same thing. I believe when we do what we should be doing, God uses us to help people. It felt like that kind of day.
I have a blister on my right heel from walking so much today.
And I came home and John was cooking wonderful white sauce for ravioli and he was clean-shaven, just for my kisses.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
"Rooster Sadderday," wrote JohnB
My brother, the ultimate wilderness man, and his wife raise chickens for eggs. Somehow their rooster population and the crowing had reached deafening proportions, and JohnB set a date, Saturday, for slaughter. He was going to do it on his birthday a few days earlier, and invited me to come and help! He googled some videos (didn't like the anti-killing animal rude comments) and asked two other friends with experience in these matters to come and help. 
Sam was really excited when he heard about it. We took pictures and said good-bye. I wanted to appreciate the realness of them alive and see how beautiful they were.
Sad nieces. These guys all have names, and have been pets...
All 4 of us Landbecks took a turn with the huge knife, practicing first to make sure the blade hit the stump flat and with enough force. I got emotional and repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over, mostly talking to the rooster, but concerned and apologizing to JohnB, too, since I didn't have a perfect first chop.
If my kids chopped, I wanted them to pluck feathers, too, learn the whole process. Suzu freaked on that part, said it was too smelly and begged to get out of plucking. Plucking wasn't so hard, plunging the still bird in boiling water for ONLY 30 seconds makes the feathers pull right off very easily. We wore plastic gloves.
Learning how to gut them was probably the hardest part. I did one by myself after watching an expert friend of JohnB's (who moved here from the Ukraine and who had a real chicken foot as a toy when he was 6 year old--his grandma gave it to him after butchering day and he kept it for over a year). Then I ruined one when I accidentally nicked the spleen. Vivid green! Watched some more, and did lots of the washing of the birds and bagging.

After doing 10 roosters we were all hot and tired, and the last two roosters were inspected. Jen & John wanted to keep one, but weren't sure which one. Good things about both of them. One had a softer and lower crow. One often crowed at midnight. (BAD-rooster!) Magnificently colored feathers on both, with a nice iridescence!

And the winner! After putting them in with the hens and letting them decide.

I haven't been to their home in awhile and took pictures of some of my favorite things! It is great being related-by-marriage to another artist!


Front door thought:

Welcome friends and family, good-bye roosters...into the crockpot for Sunday dinner.
Actually, they are brine-ing in the fridge right now. Dissolve 1/4 cup of salt in water, add any meat, let sit in fridge for at least 4 hours; dump out salt water and cover meat with buttermilk. Let sit another 4+ hours and then cook. The science behind it: the salt water expands the meat cells, and then the buttermilk is absorbed into the cells and makes the chicken moister, yummier. We will see how tough these roosters are tomorrow.
Sam was really excited when he heard about it. We took pictures and said good-bye. I wanted to appreciate the realness of them alive and see how beautiful they were.
Sad nieces. These guys all have names, and have been pets...
All 4 of us Landbecks took a turn with the huge knife, practicing first to make sure the blade hit the stump flat and with enough force. I got emotional and repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over, mostly talking to the rooster, but concerned and apologizing to JohnB, too, since I didn't have a perfect first chop.
If my kids chopped, I wanted them to pluck feathers, too, learn the whole process. Suzu freaked on that part, said it was too smelly and begged to get out of plucking. Plucking wasn't so hard, plunging the still bird in boiling water for ONLY 30 seconds makes the feathers pull right off very easily. We wore plastic gloves.
Learning how to gut them was probably the hardest part. I did one by myself after watching an expert friend of JohnB's (who moved here from the Ukraine and who had a real chicken foot as a toy when he was 6 year old--his grandma gave it to him after butchering day and he kept it for over a year). Then I ruined one when I accidentally nicked the spleen. Vivid green! Watched some more, and did lots of the washing of the birds and bagging.
After doing 10 roosters we were all hot and tired, and the last two roosters were inspected. Jen & John wanted to keep one, but weren't sure which one. Good things about both of them. One had a softer and lower crow. One often crowed at midnight. (BAD-rooster!) Magnificently colored feathers on both, with a nice iridescence!
And the winner! After putting them in with the hens and letting them decide.
I haven't been to their home in awhile and took pictures of some of my favorite things! It is great being related-by-marriage to another artist!
Front door thought:
Welcome friends and family, good-bye roosters...into the crockpot for Sunday dinner.
Actually, they are brine-ing in the fridge right now. Dissolve 1/4 cup of salt in water, add any meat, let sit in fridge for at least 4 hours; dump out salt water and cover meat with buttermilk. Let sit another 4+ hours and then cook. The science behind it: the salt water expands the meat cells, and then the buttermilk is absorbed into the cells and makes the chicken moister, yummier. We will see how tough these roosters are tomorrow.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sticky Juicy Work
My fingers are stained purple. My T-shirt was drenched when we got home, my jeans wet from kneeling on the ground and sweat dripping down my back. I had to take off my glasses because they kept fogging up from the heat.
Why do I put myself in these situations? In the middle of the job there is always a moment of "This is really hard/gross/uncomfortable/painful" internal conversation. Work is hard work.
I wonder if it would help my kids to know that work is hard for adults, too? That it isn't always pleasant/comfortable/fun to work hard. It's more fun to play.
But there are benefits of working. Blessings. Berries turn into pies and jam! And kids learn how to delay gratification (biggest indicator of success, according to youth fireside by William and Julia Mattson quoting statistics about education and earning power).
This is my friend Debbie. She teaches school, grandmas (that is a verb), gardens, quilts, makes prize-winning jams, pickles, relishes and jellies, spins her own yarns! And she shares her bounty. We've already enjoyed white peaches from her trees this summer.
She has made friends with some neighbors of her mom's...Our adventure began at 8 am, a group of us from church meeting at her home and caravanning to a perfect blackberry picking yard. We joked about Mormon migrant workers! There were 18 of us for part of the morning! And plenty of berries!
Sam is the ultimate babysitter. He loves babies and little kids and has a talent for making them laugh, keeping them happy!
Those who pick, get to eat! The story of the Little Red Hen really impressed me growing up. You work, you benefit.
Yeah for teenagers willing to wake up and help!
(Notice Maxwell missing?? He didn't quite get up in time, so John called him and had him mow the lawn by himself while we were gone. There is NO getting out of work at our home!)
IF YOU HAVE FRUIT GROWING IN YOUR YARD AND YOU DON'T USE IT, SOMEONE ELSE WOULD LOVE TO COME HARVEST FOR YOU!
Advertise. Spread the word. It was a nice blessing this morning to gather free fruit. Buying sugar to put these up is cheaper than buying jam. Involving the kids and letting them help with the process, teaching them food processing skills will hopefully preserve the knowledge and blessings of work. Good sweaty honest work!
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