Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Call
Following that situation, everytime the phone rings & I see Mom's number on the caller ID, my first thought goes back to that moment. My heart drops and I have a split second of panic as I pick up the receiver. I am not joking....this happens every single time!
Fast forward to Saturday night.....it was my son's 6th birthday and Mom & Dad were planning on coming up to our house after work. I had already talked to Mom three or four times within an hour about the birthday party, so when my phone rang and I saw it was her, I figured there was another "plan" we hadn't discussed yet....no fleeting thoughts of trouble with my dad had entered my mind. I answered with a cheerful "hello" only to be met with "Dad is at the ER they are taking him to Omaha!" (Omaha is a city 90 minutes from their town....the same city that LifeFlight had taken him to several years earlier). Apparently, he had an appointment with his cardiologist and things weren't going so well for him. He had high blood pressure and chest pressure so they wanted him at the Cardiac Center to be able to monitor him through the weekend with another heart catheterization in the immediate future.
Boy how life can change in a hurry! One second I'm thinking about party decorations and getting presents wrapped, and the next minute I am brought to my knees with news of imminent danger. Isn't it absolutely amazing how we can go from happy-go-lucky to frozen stiff with fear in about 1.4 seconds? How one short phone call can drastically change your life in a single instant. Ever since the 2nd heart episode with my dad, I think about that daily....how I could be going along without a care in the world and could receive "the call" that could change everything.
The good news of the story is that my dad did have his heart cath and things are as good as can be expected. Of course, I will still cringe when I see their phone number on caller ID and will think the worst for a few seconds - that reaction will never change for me. Also, the good news is that with Dad's latest little incident, I was once again brought back to my realtionship with God...something that had been a little absent in my life here as of late. The seriousness of dad's condition brought me right where I needed to be, on my knees in front of my heavenly father...a place that I just haven't visited too much lately.
I look back on all of the happenings now..and even look at what I titled this blog entry and think to myself that although the original call was to me by my mom, it goes deeper. Yes, I did receive a telephone call from her regarding the health of my dad, but I believe that all of that was used as a vehicle from God to bring me to answer his call....the call that I've been ignoring over the past several months because life was just getting in the way.
As is said in Revelations 3:20 "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him..."
Monday, September 7, 2009
Pity Party....Table for One Please!
I'm in one of those nothing-is-going-my-way-everyone-is-out-to-get-me-I-just-want-to-sit-down-and-cry kind of moods! Ever been there? If not, steer far far away from anything that may lead you there. If you have been, then pull up a chair and feel my sorry-for-myself-pain!
It's not fun being this way - my family tiptoes around me and doesn't know what to say - one thing wrong out of their mouth can lead to many things wrong out of mine! My husband tells me to get over it and my kids wonder what is wrong with Mom. I wish I knew what it was I needed to get over and what really is wrong with Mom!
I'm feeling pulled in multiple directions both physically and mentally these days and for some reason, I am just not handling it with much grace! I'm pretty used to juggling lots of stuff and not getting too "down" by it, but this time is like its my first time juggling and I'm dropping all of the balls! I don't like feeling like I can't do something and right now I really feel that way! Perhaps it is because we are at the start of the school year and I just haven't found "my groove" yet...I'm a creature of schedule and my schedule needs some twisting and tweaking to make it a bit smoother! Perhaps it is because I am in the midst of an interview process for my "dream job" and am not feeling like I've got my best game on when I've sat in the last two interviews for this position. Perhaps I've just got so much going on right now that I'm actually going to have to allow someone else in to help me out....I've got to face the fact that I can't do it all by myself all of the time.
Well, I think I'm ready to vacate the party...the pity party, that is! Check please! I've got a ceiling fan to go lay under and a Father that I need to talk to!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Foto Friday - The First Day of School - 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Life's Little Instructions
Well, like I said, I got that camera two years ago and have taken thousands of great shots....all on the auto setting. Never once did I venture away from the security of the "auto" setting to see what all this camera could do. Matter of fact, I totally forgot that I could do all of those fancy things - I was just so satisfied with the status quo.
Three days ago, I was cleaning out our hall closet and came across the box for this camera and inside it was a book entitled "Camera User Guide" still wrapped in plastic. Looking for any excuse to get out of closet clean-up, I pulled up a chair and started reading. Once again, I was reminded of all the fun things that I could be doing but wasn't with that camera. I read the book, then re-read the book, then grabbed my camera and headed outside. It took a little bit of tweaking and practice, but before long I was understanding tidbits about shutter speed and aperature. I was figuring out how to take panoramic pictures and how to take photos in black and white and sepia tone. I had so much fun walking around the farm, shooting pictures, and being amazed at all the capabilities that I had, literally in the palm of my hand.
As I was sitting there changing the setting to "continuous shooting", I was thinking to myself about how ridiculous I was, settling to just use the "auto" feature when I could have been doing so much more. That's when the thought came to me....isn't that just like so many of us in our daily walk? Isn't there a little bit in everyone that just "accepts" what they've been dealt, never reaches out for anything more than what is already there? Doesn't try to see beyond the mountain to what is on the other side? I've been there...alot.
Just like I found out with this camera, if you find the User Guide and study it, great things can happen. For me, that "User Guide" is the Bible. Too many times I tend to put my life on auto pilot and just "let the chips fall where they may". I don't take the time to read and re-read and then head outside and practice. I don't take the time to dive into the Scriptures, think about the lesson to be learned and then apply it to my life. I'm too busy trying to move the mountains on my own that I forget how much more beautiful and fulfilling life can be if I just sit back and invite my Savior in.
My wish for each of you is to find your instruction manual...don't just be satisfied with the mediocrity of going through life on "auto". Invite something bigger than yourself in to show you all that your life is capable of. I can guarantee you, you will not be disappointed.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Foto Friday
Photo #1: All of the supplies lined up and ready for the pickin'
Photo #3 and #4: This is the response I got when we were done and I told them they needed to put the backpacks away until school starts next week.....one was bawling under the table and the other ran crying to her bedroom holding her backpack hostage. Guess Mom isn't the only one looking forward to the first day of school!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
This Old House
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Lessons from a Five Year Old
So here we are, eight days before I'm required to return to work and I go over "The List" in my head. What have I accomplished? Nada.....not a darn thing! I have been asked numerous times throughout the summer, "How has your summer been?" to which my reply is always "Too fast". June was devoted to Erin's softball, July was swimming lessons and getting 4-H projects ready for fair, and now here we are in August getting ready for back to school. Not a single solitary vacation was taken, and for that I feel like I'm in the lead for "Worst Mom of the Year"! What parent does not whisk their young ones away to explore the world during summer vacation?! Two years ago we jetted off to California to see Disneyland, last year we made the standard Midwestern family pilgrimage to the Black Hills, and this year.....we made it 3 miles down the road to a new fishing hole. Whoo. Hooo. Yep, like I said "Worst Mom of the Year" right here.
I've been sitting here, for the past 2 months and 3 weeks wallowing in my self-pity of not getting the things done that I had planned on, when someone asked me once again how my summer was going...to which I gave the standard answer "Too fast." This person then turned to my 5-year old, Evan, and asked him how his summer was going. His answer: "It. Has. Been. Sooooo. Awesome." Excuse me? Who stole this child and whisked him off to places of Awesome-ness? This child has been right beside me all summer experiencing the same doldrums as me and he says it's awesome?!
Later that night I asked him exactly what about this summer has been so awesome, to which he rattled off a rather long list: we went to softball games and ate candy, we went fishing and caught so many huge fish, we petted our horses, we went to the zoo and saw those great big animals, we went to the Rodeo, we went to Grandpa and Grandma's house, we slept in a tent, we did sparklers and saw fireworks, we rode bikes, we went golfing, we went to the fair.... His list went on and on and I was amazed. All of those things that I saw as hectic and bothersome and downright boring were things that he treasured the most about his summer vacation. Evan: 1 point Mom: 0 points
This summer, I may not have traveled to far and away exotic places. I didn't get the living room floors sanded down and refinished, didn't get a couple rooms painted, but I've picked up a lesson or two about life. I've decided that from now on I need to look at things through the eyes of a five year old and be excited for everything that each day holds...look for the wonder and amazement in the little things, and be thankful for those little blessings. I need to live in the moment and not wonder what the next day is going to bring.
If you see me on the street between now and the day school starts up, go ahead and ask me how my summer has been. My reply will be, "It was so awesome! We spent time together as a family. We went to Erin's softball games, we found a great little farm pond and did a lot of fishing, we took the kids to the zoo, we spent time with my parents, the kids got to camp out in the backyard and we had a bonfire and made s'mores with them, Chad & the kids went golfing a few times, Evan learned to swim and ride his bike, Jason showed his horse at the fair and did a great job and Erin showed her goats and did well too. But most of all, my summer has taught me that happiness is all around me and that I don't need to go too far away to find it." Be prepared to sit and listen for awhile, because my summer was jam-packed full of great things. In the words of one very wise five year old; It. Has. Been. Soooo. Awesome!
Monday, August 10, 2009
I Sure Do Love Him
I am conscientious and goal-driven....to a point! I can be detail-oriented and a get things done now kind of person...when the occasion strikes me as being such! I'm sort of a worker (depending on the job to be done), but I will never classify myself as a talker and will never be called a never-sit-down gal....nope, that's just not me! I'm sure that these things about me drive him nuts....irritate him...infuriate him....and sometimes, I know for sure, makes him want to scream!
Who would've thought that 8 year ago, a blind date would turn into a marriage, four kids, and a whole lot of adventures - especially when we are so completely opposite from each other! Who would've thought that we could mold our individual personalities into the personality of husband and wife and ride the waves of many storms to arrive today at our 7th anniversary.
I still remember when a mutual friend tried to move heaven and earth to set us up on a date.....the only reason she had to try SO hard is because she started with the wrong person - she started with me. Keeping in mind that I have already described myself as NOT a talker, our "match-maker" slipped me a note (which I still have tucked in my jewelry box to this day) describing the man she believed to be my soul-mate, along with his phone number. "Call him" she kept telling me. Yeah, don't think so, but thanks for trying.
For three weeks I kept trying my best to change the subject when she would bring up his name and ask if I'd called him yet....been really busy, not really looking for a relationship, can't seem to find that phone number. Finally, she gave up on me....she called him one night and told him he needs to call me. Shortly afterwards, my phone rang...about 10:30 one night....and it was Chad. (Remember, I did label him early as a get things done now kind of guy) We talked that night for FOUR HOURS...did I mention he was a talker? The next night we talked again for several hours and then again the next night. Craziness...I had never seen this guy, but knew more about him than other guys that I had dated in the past. Finally after about 12 hours of conversation, we decided maybe we should see what each other looks like. Let me tell ya.....I was shakin' in my boots. I was enjoying the conversation, but what if that was the only thing I enjoyed? I'm thinkin' that Chad was feeling the same way about me because he suggested that maybe we should "meet first" before we go on an official date....just to make sure we even want to go on a date! (Does that even make a bit of sense?)
Well, the time came for us to "meet"...which to me still seemed like a "date" except he came to my house and I cooked dinner for him instead of going to a restaurant and him footing the bill (hint my sarcastic tone here). Obviously, we must've seen something in each other, because from that little meet-up 'til now, we've rarely been apart.
That was January 2001....fast forward to August 10, 2002, and here we are getting married. It was quite a process to get there....a process that in many ways felt like a year long test. Chad was a farmboy all his life and I was a towngirl. He kept insisting to me that life is different on the farm....and I don't think he thought I could mesh into the life very well. He had told himself that he would never get married to anyone until he has dated them for at least a year.....because he wanted to see how his potential bride would deal with a relationship that covered all 4 farm seasons....planting (when he's around some of the time), spraying (when he's around a bit more than before), harvest (when he's never around) and winter (when he's always around). Good theory to him but absolutely insane to me.....until we reached harvest time and just about gave up. At that point I could kind of see exactly why he had devised his year-long plan....if farm-life isn't something you're used to, harvest time is going to put a cramp in your style! No more going out and talking on the phone before bed....if I wanted to see him, I needed to be prepared to spending time in a combine and eating sandwiches in the field. Also, his attention was no more directed toward me, but to his crop and his equipment....THAT was really hard to handle! But, like I said, fast-forward to August 2002....I made it - I passed the test! We got married at his church during a candlelight service. The church was packed and the reception hall was filled.
Now, here we are celebrating seven sometimes difficult, sometimes wild years together. We've been through many ups-births of children, job changes, awesome vacations-and many downs- the deaths of both of Chad's parents, the arguments, financial struggles-but through it all, we've done it together....and there's no one else in the world I would rather have been with through it all.
Chad is my best friend. He's the first person I want to talk to when something great happens and the first person I want to run to when I'm so frustrated I want to cry. There is no one else on God's great Earth that I would want to remain with for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. He is and forever will be a big part of me.
We've shared many ups and downs and twists and turns along the way, but all of that has shaped us into the family that we are. There will be more laughter and tears and challenges to
face, but with you by my side, I'm ready for the ride! My only regret is that you didn't come into my life sooner so that we would have more time together on this side of heaven!
He is a very conscientious, detail-oriented, goal-driven, get-things-done kind of person. He's a worker, a talker, a never-sit-down guy. This drives me nuts....irritates me....infuriates me....sometimes even makes me want to scream....and DEFINITELY makes me love him more and more everyday.
I love you, honey, and there is no where else I'd rather be than in our little corner of the world, spending my life with you and our kids.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Same....But Different
All of this thinking back to yester-year has made me stop and realize that yes, I am 36 years old and will be turning a year older in a matter of months , and that although I may FEEL like I was just in high school, the true reality is that it really has been 18 years! Times have changed, my friend, and I can attest to that. With this thought pattern, I give you my version of "The Same...But Different"....how things in my life may in some ways be the same, but how they really are quite different!
1. I still drive too fast.....only now I'm racing my kids to their activities, not my own!
2. I still color my hair....only now I'm working to cover the grays, not trying a new color for shock value!
3. I still listen to music too loud....only now I do it to embarass my children, not annoy my parents!
4. I still love to dance....only now my audience is my 3 year old and 5 year old, not at a dance recital with an audience of hundreds!
5. I am still a cheerleader....only now I'm in the stands cheering on my kids, not in front of the crowd cheering on a team!
6. I still love to go to parties....only now they're usually princess or race car-themed, not in the middle of a cornfield after dark!
7. I still have homework....only now it is more commonly referred to as housework and I'm not near as good at getting it done!
8. I still look forward to weekends....only now I look at 'em as time to get things done around the house, not as time to stay away from the house doing all kinds of things!
9. I still love driving my car....only now I drive a dark blue Pontiac Minivan, not a bright red Chevy Cavalier!
10. I still get an "allowance"....only now it's called a paycheck and I have to work for it, not get it "just because I need money"!
So, in looking at the list I've compiled, I understand why, in some ways, I still feel like a kid.....but when I look deeper, I see that yes, it is true, although things may be the same, they are also very different!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Monday Morsels
2 Tbsp. butter
2 lbs. round or sirloin steak, cubed to 1" square
1 tbsp. soy sauce
1/4 tsp. garlic powder
1/4 tsp. onion salt
1 can beef consomme
1/2 cup water
1 tbsp. cornstarch
Brown the cubed steak in melted butter or shortening until no longer pink. Add teh soy sauce, garlic powder, onion salt & consomme. Cover and simmer for 10 minutes. blend the water and cornstarch, then add to the cooking meat and liquid. Stir until thickened. Serve over rice....I use Minute Rice. (Serves 4-6)
I like to add fresh mushrooms and water chestnuts to this recipe - you can also add cooked broccoli, carrot slices, or peppers if you prefer.
This is a quick and easy meal with tons of flavor! It has quickly become one of our family favorites!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Foto Friday
Foto Friday!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday Morsels
CREAMED CHICKEN OVER BISCUITS - the ultimate comfort food!!
Creamed Chicken:
4 chicken breasts, cooked & diced
1 cup onion, chopped
1 tsp. garlic powder
6 tbsp. butter
6 tbsp. flour
3 tsp chicken bouillon granules
dash salt and pepper
5 cups milk
Saute onion and garlic poser in melted butter in a saucepan, then stir in flour, blouillon granules, salt and pepper. Quickly add milk; cook and stir over medium heat until thick and bubbly. Stir in chicken and heat thoroughly. Serve over hot buttered biscuits. (Serves 8)
Biscuits:
2 cups flour
1 tbsp. sugar
4 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 cup butter
1 egg, beaten
2/3 cup milk
Mix dry ingredients together, then cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Combine egg and milk, then add to flour mixture and stir. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and knead gently about 20 times. Roll out to 3/4 inch thickness and cut biscuits with a 2-inch biscuit cutter. Place on an ungreased baking sheet and bake at 450 degrees for about 10 minutes.
Like I said, my family loves this recipe...it is especially good on one of those cold winter nights when the fluffy white snowflakes are starting to fall!
I found this recipe in my favorite cookbook Supper's on the Table, Come Home by Rachel Masters. EVERY recipe in this book is awesome! Check it out at
www. schallertel.net/~rmasters
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Beware....Name Change Ahead!
I'm hoping to create somewhat of a schedule to this blog thing, but haven't ironed out all of the details yet. I know that along with stories of my children, I will have to share how I am turning myself from town girl to farm girl....now, please do not think that this transformation has been easy, graceful or peaceful - I've taken every turn in the road with some kicking and screaming, but I'm learning....sl-o-o-o-o-w-ly! This blog will be dedicated to those skills I'm sort of acquiring, how I feel about life on the farm, and anything humorous that happens to knock on the door!
I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!!!
Natalie Jean - The Final Addition to the Burk Household
The pregnancy and delivery with Natalie was the absolute easiest thing I have ever gone through in my life...gained 11 pounds total and at delivery it was just one push, ladies, and it was done! I truly don't think I even had a "terrible" contraction! (Please don't hate me!) In many ways, though, that was the end of anything being easy with Natalie!
During her first year, Natalie gave us a few scares....at 8 days old we found out that she would not tolerate milk or soy-based formulas so we had to put her on a prescription-based formula that was from then on referred to at our house as "liquid gold" due to the cost...and she remained on that until her 1st birthday. At 3 months she had a scary bought with RSV that put us in the hospital for 5 days, and from then on caught every respiratory illness known to man. We had the doctors cell number on our speed dial, inaugerated the new children's ER at our hospital, and I'm quite certain that we are the reason our doctor got to put a new addition onto his house! For what we paid in medical bills during Natalie's first year, we could've purchased a small country!
Enough about our sickly first days, though, fast forward to the present and let me paint you a picture of this little lady now. Getting ready to turn 4 in a couple of months, Natalie has been the easiest and the hardest child to raise! She is sugar and spice and everything nice...when things are going her way! Somewhere along the lines, someone must have called her a princess and she took that title to heart. Many times she thinks that the world is her oyster and we are her loyal subjects. She is bossy and crabby and moody and it is just so hard not to love her when she looks at you with those big blue eyes and says "You listen to me!" But as snotty as she can be (and boy, can she be) she also has a loveable side too. She still loves to be "rocked" and will grab her blankie and curl up on my lap in the rocking chair and lay perfectly still while I hum "Rock-A-Bye-Baby" to her. If I am sick, she is the one child that will sit quietly on the bed and be my nurse. She loves to help me cook and is the only child that will put her things away - a miracle in this house! She loves to dress up in pretty clothes and wear the color pink, but is a tomboy just as much as a girly-girl! If she isn't in the house coloring, she is outside running wild on the farm (usually minus an article of clothing such as a shirt). She loves all of our animals....and they all love her (except for the cat, Natalie just terrifies the cat). If she's outside on her own, the first place that she heads is to the barn. She lets the rabbits out and sits and plays with them, gets in with the goats and chases them around, and climbs into the corral and walks the horses, all the while with the dogs following her around as well - she's like the Pied Piper of the Animals! After getting over the initial heart attack of seeing her walking in front of, behind and even under the horses, it is amazing to just sit back and watch her with them. I could walk out to the pasture and those horses will turn their back to me every time; Natalie walks out there and she has 4 horses walking straight toward her. They put their heads down so she can pet them and they nuzzle up against her....she just has a way with them that I can not explain! They are like putty in her hands.
Natalie will begin her first year of Preschool this fall and will have some rude awakenings, I am sure...the first being that the world does not revolve solely around her! She will have to learn to share, will need to work on the attitude, and will have to get used to doing things on a schedule other than her own! But once the teachers get through those first few life lessons with her, they will discover what we see everyday....a beautiful little flower just waiting to bloom. It is bittersweet to be sending the last of the brood to school this year....a rite of passage for both her and for me. It seems that as she is experiencing a lifetime of firsts, I am experiencing a lifetime of lasts. If I think too much about it, it will make me sad, so I just keep pressing on and looking ahead to all that Natalie has to accomplish as she grows. In 14 years, she will be ready to fly away from this nest, but until then, I'm just going to enjoy every crabby, snotty, sweet, and giggly minute with my baby girl. It is way to early to tell what will come about in her life, but when she was born I had a feeling that she would change peoples lives....my feeling has been right so far, because being her mom has completely changed mine!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Evan Alan - 3rd in line
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Jason Michael - The Second Child
The road to adulthood with Jason is going to be a winding and bumpy road. We'll probably need to take a few detours every now and then, and will probably get a little lost along the way, but I have confidence that this kid is gonna slide sideways across the finish line on two wheels, shouting, "WOW . . . What a ride!" And I guess my job as his mom is to buckle up, sit back, and enjoy the ride!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Introductions...
Nearly a teenager now, Erin is the one child of mine that could get voted in as Most Like Her Mother. We've been told we look alike, talk alike, act alike...no one can tell us apart on the phone which drives my husband crazy! The funny thing is that neither Erin nor I think we are anything like each other - not even a resemblance in our mind.
The absolutely cool thing about Erin this summer has been that she has really seemed to grow up. Although I'm still her mom, in some ways I can see that I'm also becoming her friend. We can joke about things together and just enjoy a good laugh every now and then and I love that I don't always have to have my "mom" face on with her. Now, I know she's not "all growed up" yet and I still have to be MOM, but I'm really just savoring in the moment of seeing the person that she is becoming....someone who might look a bit like good ol' Mom, but truly is a person all her own. I can't wait to see what the future holds for her....I have no idea where it's going to take her, but I'm sure it will bring her great things!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Imagine my surprise.....
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Who is Wilma if she doesn't have Fred?
Why do I always have such good intentions but end up falling short of the mark all of the time? Have I bit off more than I can chew? Am I the quintessential idea gal with no ability to follow through? Possibly....maybe....or I propose that I'm just not the "fun" one! Sure, I'm the advice-giver, owie-fixer, dinner-creator, but when it comes to an all-out knock down, drag 'em out good time, it just ain't me! When the kids want fun, they look for Dad....and it's obvious that he's been absent for a bit. I used to be fun, at least I thought I was! Now I'm running behind kids telling them to quit jumping on the furniture, turn the tv down, pick up after themselves....oh my God, I've become my mother! Is it age? Responsibility? Is this the way of the world for families these days? Or quite possibly, is this just us?