Happy Birthday, Kelly
This was written with writer's block. The only thing I can think of, is that there is so much I wanted to say, I couldn't get it together. So I said nothing about Kelly's talent, or starting her business. That will be for another time. Today I just want to say I love my middle child very much.
It’s Birthday Time Again
November belongs to Kelly. I don’t know why, I am having a heck of a time putting this one together. My delete button is working overtime.
I was so frustrated I called Kelly at her home in Eagle, Idaho, and told her what trouble I was having. I was almost ready to put her birthday on the back burner and talk about leftover turkey.
She said she didn’t care if I gave her age. I said no. Her sisters do not want to see any ages in print. (The four of them are all within 6 years of each other)
I said I was going to write about her having an older and a younger sister, plus a baby brother.. Sounds like "middle child syndrome" to me. That was fine with her, too.
That wouldn’t work, either. In those days, we never heard of such a thing. All I had was a Dr. Spock baby book. And I was too busy with all those kids to read it.
Finally she said. "Mom, just tell them I am your favorite," she said with a laugh. .She was kidding, but it gave me my start.
I have used the quote from Art Linkletter many times. "My favorite kid is the one I am with at the time." Kelly, this is your time.
Kelly was born on November 28. She was the smallest of them all, weighing in at over six pounds and 17 inches long. She had long lashes and thick dark hair She was a cutie.. And still is.
She is the one that has moved more than a dozen times over several states because of her husband, Doug’s, job. She hopes one day it will lead to Wisconsin. Her love for the lake is a family affair. When she does get here once or twice a year, the first thing she does, is go down to the lake and just breathes. She is waiting for a sign to bring them home.
She believes in signs. Whether you call them a bit of faith, prayers acknowledged, or coincidence, she has her signs.
One never-to-be forgotten sign was when they lived in Oglesby, Illinois. There was a dead Magnolia tree in her front yard. It had never bloomed. On this particular day in July, she looked out her window and there was one perfect bloom on those dead branches. Magnolias don’t bloom in July. Especially on a dead tree. Magnolias were her dad’s favorite. He had died the day before.
She wears her heart on her sleeve and takes chances with people. Sometimes it is a joy, sometimes a hurt. Noreen was a joy.
They had just moved to St. Charles, Illinois, and Kelly had started a new job as an optician. Noreen was a co-worker. One day she went up to Noreen and asked, "Will you be my friend?" Then she asked Noreen to take a quilting class with her. Noreen was not interested in quilting, but she could not say no. They took the class and they are friends to this day.
I miss her. I miss them all. When I"m feeling blue and miss them the most, I do what I know she would do. I make an herbal cup of tea in the cup she sent me. It’s a big cup and around the rim is written- the sky is not the limit....believe in your dreams. She does. I try.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY. You are loved.
She has come a long way in the kitchen since her honeymoon days. Her loving husband, Doug, was served frozen pizza baked to a crisp, or and charcoal pork chops on a regular basis
Whenever they moved, she would get a favorite recipe from a new friend or neighbor, and make it her own. This is one of my favorites from their days in Arizona.
KELLY’S CORN AND SALSA CHICKEN
serves four.
you will need :
2 ½ cups raw chicken breast, cut into small pieces
1 24 oz salsa (or more)
1 16 oz frozen corn
2 T butter
2 T oil
½ cup dark brown sugar (or more)
salt and pepper to taste
cooked rice or pasta
Salt and pepper chicken
Brown in pan with butter and oil
Stir in brown sugar
Toss chicken until covered with sugar and starts to caramelize
Add salsa and simmer for ten minutes, stirring occasionally
(Flavors will blend with simmering)
Add frozen corn and simmer until corn is hot
Serve over rice or pasta
And enjoy.
It’s Birthday Time Again
November belongs to Kelly. I don’t know why, I am having a heck of a time putting this one together. My delete button is working overtime.
I was so frustrated I called Kelly at her home in Eagle, Idaho, and told her what trouble I was having. I was almost ready to put her birthday on the back burner and talk about leftover turkey.
She said she didn’t care if I gave her age. I said no. Her sisters do not want to see any ages in print. (The four of them are all within 6 years of each other)
I said I was going to write about her having an older and a younger sister, plus a baby brother.. Sounds like "middle child syndrome" to me. That was fine with her, too.
That wouldn’t work, either. In those days, we never heard of such a thing. All I had was a Dr. Spock baby book. And I was too busy with all those kids to read it.
Finally she said. "Mom, just tell them I am your favorite," she said with a laugh. .She was kidding, but it gave me my start.
I have used the quote from Art Linkletter many times. "My favorite kid is the one I am with at the time." Kelly, this is your time.
Kelly was born on November 28. She was the smallest of them all, weighing in at over six pounds and 17 inches long. She had long lashes and thick dark hair She was a cutie.. And still is.
She is the one that has moved more than a dozen times over several states because of her husband, Doug’s, job. She hopes one day it will lead to Wisconsin. Her love for the lake is a family affair. When she does get here once or twice a year, the first thing she does, is go down to the lake and just breathes. She is waiting for a sign to bring them home.
She believes in signs. Whether you call them a bit of faith, prayers acknowledged, or coincidence, she has her signs.
One never-to-be forgotten sign was when they lived in Oglesby, Illinois. There was a dead Magnolia tree in her front yard. It had never bloomed. On this particular day in July, she looked out her window and there was one perfect bloom on those dead branches. Magnolias don’t bloom in July. Especially on a dead tree. Magnolias were her dad’s favorite. He had died the day before.
She wears her heart on her sleeve and takes chances with people. Sometimes it is a joy, sometimes a hurt. Noreen was a joy.
They had just moved to St. Charles, Illinois, and Kelly had started a new job as an optician. Noreen was a co-worker. One day she went up to Noreen and asked, "Will you be my friend?" Then she asked Noreen to take a quilting class with her. Noreen was not interested in quilting, but she could not say no. They took the class and they are friends to this day.
I miss her. I miss them all. When I"m feeling blue and miss them the most, I do what I know she would do. I make an herbal cup of tea in the cup she sent me. It’s a big cup and around the rim is written- the sky is not the limit....believe in your dreams. She does. I try.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY. You are loved.
She has come a long way in the kitchen since her honeymoon days. Her loving husband, Doug, was served frozen pizza baked to a crisp, or and charcoal pork chops on a regular basis
Whenever they moved, she would get a favorite recipe from a new friend or neighbor, and make it her own. This is one of my favorites from their days in Arizona.
KELLY’S CORN AND SALSA CHICKEN
serves four.
you will need :
2 ½ cups raw chicken breast, cut into small pieces
1 24 oz salsa (or more)
1 16 oz frozen corn
2 T butter
2 T oil
½ cup dark brown sugar (or more)
salt and pepper to taste
cooked rice or pasta
Salt and pepper chicken
Brown in pan with butter and oil
Stir in brown sugar
Toss chicken until covered with sugar and starts to caramelize
Add salsa and simmer for ten minutes, stirring occasionally
(Flavors will blend with simmering)
Add frozen corn and simmer until corn is hot
Serve over rice or pasta
And enjoy.
posted by Shirley | 9:27 AM
1 Comments:
Mom,
Thanks, I loved it...
Still looking for signs and still waiting to come home.
see you soon...
all my love
xoxox
your favorite, in the middle
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