PJ's anyone?

You know, it's time for some new jammies ....I'm pretty sure from here.

http://www.intlprincess.org/index.php/ipp/content/help/

Thought I'd share just in case your in the market for PJ's too.

Meet the (older)Moore girls.

They are quite a handful. Well intentioned, but a lot to handle. Some have mistaken their passionate for instability. Others have confused their whit with pride. Most people have misunderstood their humor at some point or another. But their charm ( and cooking- thank you mom) have won the hearts of plenty. These girls are driven. Motivated by a desire to do something bigger, and be something better. It's amazing that a trio of sisters can be so different, and so completely the same too. It took two amazing parents and a village to raise them. The village is now resting.

We haven't been the Moore girls for a while.We became the Engelke and Moore girls in 2004. And the Engelke/Goode/ Moore girls in 2007. And it seems we'll be changing again. The last (older) Moore girl is changing her name too. So we'll be the Engelke/Goode/Singelton girls. But don't worry we'll still be doing what we do. Keeping everyone on their toes, and working towards that 'big' thing. Because you can take the girls out of the Moore, but you can't take the Moore out of the girl. (I had to!).

Congratulations Kaylene.

We sure do love you.

I got one!

It seems like everyone has there go to recipe site. Or blog. Or whatever. I've tried a few. They hook me in with their beautiful photographs and health promises, so that I'm excited at the idea of seaweed wrapped tofu burgers and celery sticks for dinner. It has never really ended well (just ask David about the spaghetti squash, or the rutabaga), and I've always found myself back in my routine of pasta and chicken variations for dinner.

Until now.

I have found a gem.

A cooking gem.

I'm almost hesitant to share it because I've just fallen in love with it.

I got one.

I found a website.

Every meal I have cooked in the last week has come from this website. I can't get enough of it. This food is good. Seriously good. We're talking David -will -eat- leftovers- good. If you know David you know what a huge deal that is. Here's why I love it:

1. I almost always have all of the recipe ingredients on hand. (No searching for Tamarillos or white zucchini in the produce section).

2. It's husband approved. But it's not unhealthy. I'm beginning 'healthy' is a relative term anyway. I believe that home cooked is better than processed, and therefore more 'healthy'.

3. Pretty pictures still accompany each recipe.

4. The author Ree Drummond is the self titled 'Pioneer Woman'. And she makes it all look so glamorous.

5. It's easy peasy. No 20 step multiple component bologna. Just simple honest recipes.


Look around, I think you'll enjoy. If I may suggest the Drip Beef sandwich recipe, it was a big hit around here. Enjoy, and let me know what you love!

March will be a month...

A month of

Trying to be more optimistic and less doubtful.

More like my Savior and less like myself.

Trying to love and not judge,

to forgive with out any conditions.

Trying to put important before needless.

March has set itself up to be quite a month. But I'm going to approach it much different than February. February with it's ice and cold was sent away with out any goodbyes from our house. We were glad it left. But March will be different (though it has not entered the way a good visitor should). I'll be more tolerant and patient through it's cold mornings. I may even try to enjoy it. Maybe it's cold beginning will help me enjoy the warmth at the end. Maybe. Probably. I suppose it's my choice really.

So Goode

I promise I'm not going to post like this again this year.

But I had to.

He is so good.

Good for making me feel special.

Good for taking care of me.

Good for accepting me.

Good for understanding me.

Good for comforting me.

Good for loving me.

This Goode is so Good for me.

What about you all? Who is good for you?

Charity

I'm trying to remember if as a youth I would have reached out that way. I'd like to think that I would have. I watched this on LDS.org and just loved it. Such a great uplifting story. Thank heaven for good people who provide us all with such great examples of charity and love.

Pruning

I apologize for the nature of the post that follows. I like to think of myself as an optimistic, and generally cheerful person. So know that this is out of character for me. But we all have moments like this I'm sure. So I guess I'm sorry that my moment finds me here with a blog at me finger tips. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better time to type. But alas here I am. So I will type.

Do some things ever seem unfair? That is a rhetorical question. I think some things aren't fair. And that just kind of (eh hem) sucks. February has been an unfair month. I really kind of wish it would end. The combination of trial and winter is a bad one. Certainly struggles in the summer are easier to bear right? Or even the spring I bet.

Amidst some winter woes and personal struggles I gathered my senses and took myself to church for Young Women's on Wednesday. Heaven knows those girls do much more for me than I for them. I should change that. And do you know what I found at church?

This is bad, especially during winter woes.

They cut back all of the Crape Myrtles that adorn the walks up to the doors on every side of the building. All of the big branches are gone. Left are just the most ridiculous looking stubs of trees. Someone cut the trees back.

They must believe that they'll grow again. I'm going to hold on to the idea that the care taker of the trees expects them to be even more beautiful and strong than they were before. Right? I am going to believe that the trees were cut back for their own good.

But that's still sad. And kind of unfair. Shouldn't there be an easier way to grow? Why must we be knocked down to progress? I wonder if the trees know that it was with love that they were given their new struggle. Does that make it any easier though? If I could I would tell them. That even though this moment (eh hem) sucks, it's going to be worth it sooner or later. Maybe if I told them I could fortify my testimony of purpose in trials as well.

Don't worry I'm not going to talk to the trees. But please, if I do, and you see me, don't judge me. Or tell anyone that I've gone crazy. It's just a moment. And we all have them.