Sad, But True

You may or may not believe this, but I have run out of things to say. Anything in particular you are dying to hear about? This would have happened days ago were it not for Brigham's dwarf comment...

By Way of Explanation...

My friend Staci left a comment on yesterday's post referencing a kid anecdote I told her. Reading her comment made me start laughing about it all over again, so I thought I better let you all in on the inside joke.

Yesterday morning I was taking Brigham to school. He was staring out the car window and totally out of the blue says, "You know, you really don't see too many dwarfs around here."

The randomness of it just makes me LOL out loud...

Quirky Brigham

I am an equal opportunities mother so this morning I thought I'd let you in on one of Brigham's quirks. Brigham is an emotional eater. Probably not a common thing for a boy, especially one as young as he is, but it's true. Someone asked me once how I could tell something like this. Here's how:

We moved to Gilbert when Brigham was about 4 1/2 years old. Not long after we moved in, we were sitting in church one morning. Brigham pointed at a man sitting up front who was not smiling, and said, "He wooks wike he needs some bwownies."

For Brigham, and let's face it, for a lot of us, brownies and cookies make everything better!

Mediocrity at Its Finest

In an effort to become more health conscious, and consequently thinner, my sister and I have decided to reduce our treat making to once a week. We've chosen Sunday as treat making day. The idea behind this is that we make a super yummy treat Sunday evening and that indulgence allows us to get through the week being a little more reasonable about our treat intake. Sounds plausible, right? So far "super yummy" eludes me.

Here's the leader board: You know from a previous post about the cupcake debacle of a few weeks ago. The following week's confection was okay, but not as good as it could have been because my friend Mindi omits an ingredient when she gives out her recipes so only she can make the absolutely sublime version (theory only, it's presently unconfirmed). Last week's concoction, Chewy Rolo Something or Other, wasn't even worth a photo, and yesterday's attempt is only being mentioned for the weird factor. I give you...Cream Cheese Lemon Bars with Kit Kat crust:

CREAM CHEESE LEMON BARS W/ KIT KAT CRUST

http://www.recipegirl.com/

CRUST:Five 1.5oz. Kit Kat Bars (or about 14 mini-sized Kit Kat Bars)

FILLING: 8 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature2 cups powdered sugar, measure then sift1 large egg2 Tbs fresh lemon juice1 tsp lemon extract1½ tsp lemon zest

TOPPING:1/3 cup all-purpose flour1/3 cup granulated sugar½ tsp additional lemon extract2 Tbs butter, softened

1. Preheat oven to 400°F.
2. Prepare the crust: In the food processor, finely chop the Kit Kat Bars. Spread evenly in the bottom of an 8×8-inch square pan. Bake for 5 minutes. Set aside.
3. Prepare filling: In a large bowl with electric mixer, blend cream cheese on high. Add powdered sugar and egg and beat until smooth, scraping down the sides of the bowl. Add lemon juice, lemon extract and lemon zest, and mix well. Pour filling evenly over Kit Kat crust.
4. Prepare topping: In a medium bowl, combine flour, sugar, lemon extract, and softened butter, and blend with a fork until crumbly. Sprinkle topping evenly over lemon bar filling.
5. Bake 18 to 20 minutes, or until topping is lightly browned.

Yield: 16 to 20 bars
Recipe Source: Adapted from The Candy Bar Cookbook

General consensus is that the lemon bar part is really good, the Kit Kat crust is okay, and the combination of the two is strange. I don't know how this system is going to work if our treats don't start turning out better. Seriously people, I can't work under these conditions...

It's Good Enough

When I was a teenager I often got stressed out about my abilities to do certain things. My parents would always say, "Just do your best" to which I would always respond, "Just because it's my best doesn't mean it's good enough." In some respects I still believe that's true. Someone else's best could always be better than our best, therefore making our best not good enough. However...
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I have determined in the last 5 1/2 months of life experience that God is not as uptight as we have sometimes made him out in our minds to be. He doesn't have a checklist or a sticker chart He's expecting us all to fill by the time our lives come to a close. He doesn't have a template that we all have to match in order to be exalted in the next life. He doesn't judge every single one of us by the exact same standards, expecting us all to achieve all the same milestones in life. I believe He will judge us all individually based on the circumstances in our lives and whether or not we did our best.
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On the last Sunday in August Matt didn't go to church. We had a couple of house guests in from LA that weekend who were collaborating with Matt on a film. Sunday morning was the last time the three of them had to powwow before the guys headed back to LA. Instead of going to church that day, they went to the studio. And you better believe I gave Matt some grief about it.
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"So you're just not going to church anymore?" I demanded, probably with my left hand firmly planted on my hip and my right arm extended dramatically. Matt just chuckled. "It's not a big deal. We just had some loose ends to tie up and that was the only time we had to do it. I'm not going to go to hell because of it. In fact, I feel really good about my relationship with the Lord."
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Exactly one week later Matt died.
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I gather a lot of strength and comfort from music of all kinds. One of my favorite songs right now is a Phil Vassar song called Prayer of a Common Man:
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Hallelujah, is anybody up there*Hallelujah, does anybody care*Life takes its toll on the heart and soul*But I'm doing the best I can*But Lord, hear the prayer of a common man*I'm not looking for charity*I just need some clarity*I've got people counting on me*And I'm tired that's all*And I'm up against the wall*Lord hear me when I call*Hallelujah, I know you're up there*Hallelujah, I know you care*Life takes its toll on a heart and soul*But I'm doing the best I can*Oh Lord, hear the prayer of a common man*Lord, hear the prayer of this common man

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In my last post I mentioned the video footage we have to help us remember Matt. Those of you who came to the visitation the day before his funeral know the video I'm talking about. It is 100% pure Matt. It's Matt sitting in front of the camera being real and charming and funny and clever and handsome and full of life. It is the Matt I fell in love with and the Matt I will show people who want to know more about him. It is the video through which Seth, who never met his father in this life, will come to know him. It is the Matt my children and I will remember and think of for the rest of our lives, and every minute of it was filmed the Sunday that Matt went to the studio instead of going to church.

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I'm starting to assume more often than I used to that the people I encounter in life are doing the best they can. And more often than not, our best really is good enough.

And So It Begins

I am borrowing today's post from one I just left on a website started by a friend of mine, Remembering Matt.

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"My dear friend Bryan Bunker started this blog as a place for people to remember Matt and make sure his CDs are still available to anyone who wants them. Months ago he asked if I wanted to write a post to kick it off. Lately I'm a little slow.

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Yesterday in the car I was listening to Along for the Ride, one of my personal favorites. I started thinking about Matt, about what an incredibly talented person he is, and I thought, "How can someone as dynamic as Matt be walking around on this planet with the rest of us one day and just be gone the next? How is that even possible?" But here we are. Not only is it possible, it's a reality. Matt, who contributed so much to the world around him, is gone, and we are all still here. I sat in my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot and I cried for 20 minutes.

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Blessings are not lost on me. I know what an amazing gift we have all been given to still have Matt in our lives through his music. After his death, I was talking to a friend about the music and the video footage we have to remember him with. She said, "Wow, you're really lucky. If my husband died today all I'd have to remember him by is a few crappy snap shots and a gun collection." It's funny, but true. If you lost your loved ones today, what would you have to keep their memory alive?

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Years ago I read the following quote on a greeting card or something. I don't remember the exact source, but the sentiment has stayed with me all these years: "When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice."

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While I believe Matt felt plenty of sorrow upon leaving this life, I also know he lived a life of celebration, a life worth celebrating. With this blog I invite you to do two things: to contribute to remembering Matt, and to find your own way of contributing to the world around you."

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You all support recycling, right? I'm only making time in my life for one post a day, so thanks for indulging me!

Quirky Hunter

I love the word "quirky". It really is one of my favorites. We all have our little neuroses, some of us more than others, but somehow with just the use of the word "quirky", our little issues sound less neurotic and more...charming. This morning I was reminded of one of Hunter's quirks. He throws things. Now, I know what you're thinking: "That's a behavioral issue, not a quirk." I'm not so sure. I think it might be a completely involuntary thing that he cannot help, as irritating as it can be.

Like my eye twitch.

Several times a year I get stressed out enough that my right eye develops a twitch. It's temporary, and I usually don't even notice when it stops except that all of a sudden I'll think, hey my eye hasn't twitched in a couple days. Don't feel sorry for me, I've earned it. My point is that it's annoying and I can't make it stop, much like Hunter throwing things. He does it all the time. He has something in his hand, his arm spasms, and said item is airborne.

This morning Hunter came in my room telling me that "Da wion nees a get down. Da wion's trying a get down!" I knew he was talking about a lion, beyond that I was confused. I followed him out to the family room, expecting to find that the Lion King DVD was on a shelf he couldn't reach. I found no evidence of lions in peril anywhere.

"Hunter, what are you talking about?!" I asked, getting mildly irritated with his persistence that a lion somewhere needed my help. Without a word he extended one chubby little finger skyward:

He was holding Seth's lion and apparently his arm spasmed.