Author Archives: ariellerene

Mama needs the doctor too….

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Well, after a VERY long week, I am home. Turns out, when you have a fever for two weeks and antibiotics aren’t making a difference, you really should go to the doctor. I do so solemnly swear that in the future when I am sicker than seems normal, I will go to the doctor. Here’s the saga…. brace yourself. It’s long.  Read the rest of this entry

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Musings on Netflix’s show 13 Reasons Why.

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Ok, thoughts on 13 Reasons Why….Here it goes. Be warned: There will likely be spoilers.

 

When I turned it on, I was expecting it to be hard to watch. The things I’d heard said that it was challenging to watch, it was convicting, and also that it glorified suicide. While the last episode with the actual suicide was hard to watch (I had to turn away), the rest of it seemed like a typical teenage angst-filled high school tv show where there is a lot of unnecessary drama.  Overall, the main idea seems to be that parents and teachers should pay more attention to their kids and friends should be more “friendly”.

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Christmas 2015 and Good Friday – Easter 2016

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Late (for me) night musings….
Now that I have a son, thinking about Jesus from Mary’s perspective is so much more powerful. Christmas was a blur, but how amazing to think that I went through what Mary went through at the time we celebrate it…. Moving, nowhere (comfortable) to sleep and dealing with a newborn baby…. Q was a good little tiny baby through all the stress. I hope Jesus was that good for Mary. It isn’t easy now to move with a baby, but how hard would it have been back then. Not only did they have to get there for the census, but then they had to get back home! Yikes! Babies are a lot of work and need a lot of accessories….. Diaper changes on the road without disposable diapers?? Ew. Poor Mary and Joseph! 

Now to Easter, I’m glad I don’t have to experience that part of her life! I couldn’t imagine my son being killed in the most brutal way possible! She was a strong woman to go through it. Even if she knew that he would come back, she still had to watch. The agony of this precious baby bleeding out and suffocating to death?! Of course, he was a grown man, but I can see how it’s going for me, and Q will always be my baby……. The otter picture, “I made dis”, always comes to mind. Here’s this kid that you worked on for months, and let me tell you, late night feedings aren’t a picnic either…. But there he was. Dead. For her. For us. Amazing. 

If you haven’t read the bible for a long time, or you’ve read familiar passages so often you just think “yeah, I know that story”, I’d encourage you to think of it from a different perspective and read it again. 

Presenting: Baby Q!

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Presenting: Baby Q!

Here is Q’s long-awaited birth story and my hospital experience.  While things didn’t go as planned, baby and mommy are healthy. That’s all that matters, right?

December 21st marked me a week overdue, and when we went to my doctor appointment that afternoon at 4:15, we expected to discuss making an induction appointment for the first available date after Christmas. Read the rest of this entry

Pickles and pregnancy…

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Guess what! No, you’ll never guess…. B and I are going to have a baby!!!! Yay! Baby T is due in December!  

 This means, of course, that many cravings happen. One of which is pickles. Cliche, you say? Clearly you’ve never tried my grandmother’s dill pickles. Well, I decided that I better learn how to make them, since I’ll be the main consumer for the next few months, also, she won’t be around forever…but that’s depressing to think about. On to pickles! 
Of course, every good thing starts with a hand written recipe from a zillion years ago:  

The sacred recipe!


First you have to prep. Wash the cucumbers, wash the jars, peel the garlic… 

Preparation!

  Next, you add the garlic, alum, and dill to the jars. Note, Grandma uses the whole head, and bends the stem so that it will fit too.  

More preparation!

Now, time for the cucumbers! We cut ours into spears and disks, since the cucumbers weren’t the most beautiful shapes. Pack them in TIGHT! I filled them too high, so grandma helped by trimming the tops, and sampling, of course! 😊 While I cut the cukes, Grandma made the brine, a mixture of  pickling salt, apple cider vinegar, and distilled water. Yes. That matters. Also, she boiled the lids.  

Cuttin’ the cukes!

Finally, everything packed, brine added, lids on, we gave the 4 quarts a lovely 10 minute soak in the boiling water. (There’s a fancy contraption to put the jars in safely, too!) After their bath, we took them out to cool and seal. Now the hard part. Waiting at very least a whole week to open them!! 
 

Pickles!!!

 

Thanks, Grandma for passing on your secrets. She said she can’t help herself, when people complain about pickles, she tells them her secrets… The real secret is the love she puts into making each batch. 😊 

 

Voila!

 
Now, excuse me while I go eat some pickles from the last batch while I wait for mine to be ready! 

Ferguson, New York, and beyond…

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So it may be beyond the point now, but with the shootings in New York and the officers turning their backs on the mayor, maybe it’s still relevant. Who knows, maybe you’ve moved on, maybe you’re still spun up too.  Here are some of my thoughts on the matter.
 
When I first heard about Ferguson, my husband was at the Academy to become a State Trooper (he was injured and will have to return at a later date), and I couldn’t help but view it through the lens of a future LEO (Law Enforcement Officer) wife. My husband will be out there in that world soon, and he will face the scrutiny of the public in a very real way. There are times when he will have to make tough calls. Will he make the right ones? I don’t want him to have to worry about the color of the criminal before he arrests someone for committing a crime.  Crime is crime, right? If a criminal commits a crime, he or she must be caught and punished accordingly.  If a man is going to choose to act as a thug, he will be treated accordingly.  Anyone can act like a thug, seriously. Thug doesn’t mean “big scary black male”…right?  Laws are in place for a reason – anyone of any color or gender or sexual orientation, etc is held accountable to the laws of the area. This isn’t rocket science.

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