likethebeer: (WI spring)
I hate the pink on the site, but the inclusion of the Mother's Day Proclamation (by Julia Ward Howe) is pretty cool:
Mother's Day Proclamation
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts, whether your baptism be of water or of tears! Say firmly: "We will not have questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us reeking of carnage for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy, and patience. We women of one country will be too tender to those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."

From the bosom of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own. It says "Disarm! Disarm!" The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.

As men have forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each bearing after his time the sacred impress not of Caesar, but of God.

In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
likethebeer: (Mom)
"Please let me be the first to punch the next person who tells you everything happens for a reason."
likethebeer: (Ceci n'est pas une peep)
They talked about marshmallow peeps during Easter on the radio, so I thought I would do this instead of my "Blasphemy" icon (Jesus on the cross w/3 guys, spelling out "Y M C A"). Although Catholicism is so dug into my bones that I feel a little guilty just having "Ceci n'est pas une peep" as opposed to, I don't know, something with him on a cross, or comforting the women, or Simon Peter carrying his cross, or... something.

And, since it is Good Friday, I'll hyperlink to this story I told last year about my mom & the day. Aww, mom. I miss you, but you stuck Catholicism in my bones so I feel like I shouldn't miss you; that I should be thinking about Jesus being tortured and killed.

Oh, although the fact that I would gravitate immediately toward some icon that references Ceci N'est Pas Une Pipe The Treachery of Images is part of what makes me adorable as hell, isn't it?
likethebeer: (Mom)
To those of you who have been keeping track, I have been trying to make mom's chili for about a year (well, 5 times).

Last night I went out to get ingredients for mom's chili (which *is* really simple - think "bringing up 3 kids & just need to feed 'em").
  • A lb. of hamburger
  • A can of: kidney beans, pinto beans & red beans
  • A can of stewed tomatoes
  • a pack of chili seasoning (the cheapest is just fine)
  • elbow macaroni.
  • Prepare the noodles, drain the beans, brown the hamburger, stick everything in there. Make sure it's hot enough, get some crackers, and eat.

    So, I was buying the ingredients last night, a 16 oz can of stewed tomatoes was on sale, so I picked it up. And I think this damned thing is it! 'Cause I've been getting the 8 oz. cans. I think this is what I've been trying for!

    And now I know how to make variations on this chili that involve sauteed onions, less stewed tomatoes, sour cream, cheese, those things. But I think I've got mom's chili. =D
    likethebeer: (Mom)
    Right after President Obama stated that he was in favor of gay marriage, I wanted to repost the link to Maureen Walsh in WA choking up on the floor of the state assembly about the reason why she was voting for same sex marriage rights:

    The woman still reminds me of mom.
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    Nope - it's good, but it still doesn't taste like hers. Oh well - not bad for lunch (or dinner).
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    I think yogis would make a huge hit if they combined a yoga session with a bacon breakfast at the end.

    Anyway, I had yoga this morning, and bacon (and eggs) for dinner.

    Yoga was focused on stretching, which is just perfect for me. And lots of Warrior I and Warrior II (those moves include standing with the legs sort of in a line, one in front of another - and always a challenge to me to stay upright).

    Yoga is becoming a time for me to think about my mom, given that I did that the first time I went there after mom's death. That's really wonderful, even though it makes me sad.

    I think of her for 2 reasons: the first time I thought of her during a session was when the instructor said that the breath represents life, and I thought how my mom had difficulty breathing the day that she died (as her life was getting ready to leave her, I guess).

    The second reason I think of her is that mom did yoga for awhile. Amazing to me, b/c her knees were horrible. Not like my knees are horrible; mom had had these operations on her knees over 40 years ago that resulted in her unable to kneel because of the pain. Must have been a lot of modifications that she had to do. Anyway, she joked sometimes about the yoga teacher, and I can hear her chuckling about it all while I go through out.

    Ok: bacon: I bought bacon a week and a half ago and finally got to cook some. Used the fat to cook eggs in. Yes, that might be really bad for me, but I didn't feel like cleaning it all out, and didn't have a place to put the grease; and I really, really wanted that yummy bacon fat.

    I cooked them just a little too long, but that reminds me of mom, too. We used to love the sort of crispy, dark bacon when we were kids.


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