Shae has been searching for a part time job since arriving in Eugene 3 months ago, to no avail. She's completed a bunch of applications, has had several interviews and has been disappointed again and again. She can't seem to catch a break. Until this one that looked interesting . . .
I got a phone call several days ago from Shae who was sounding very excited. She was applying for a file clerk position in a medical office that had contacted her for an interview. This was a great opportunity because of all the experience she gained last summer interning at UBS. She was confident that this was the job.
I am praying for her at the time of her interview, asking for doors to be opened. The call came soon after. Shae explains to me that she thinks she may be to conservative for this particular clinic. "Mom it is a medical opium and marijuana office. The doctor asked if I could be open minded and nonjudgemental. I didn't know how to answer that question."
It didn't matter much because she wasn't offered the job. But I did get a good laugh.
Roderick prayers are answered in hilarious ways!
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
HOW MUCH MORE
I am very concerned about the turn of events that this National election has produced. I am scared for the future of my girls. I am fearful for the lives of grandchildren to come. I am concerned about what my life is going to be like in 20 years. We have no huge investments. We have no retirement to speak of and we have no financial portfolio.
What we have is a work hard attitude and some family plans from both of our parents. We make choices that are uncommon. No smart phones. One car shared between Scott and I. We only eat out occasionally and rarely see movies. We don't take extreme vacations. I don't do the manis and pedis that used to be common for my grooming routine, not many eye brow threading or hair cuts. Scott would like to take many more sailing classes and I would love to spend more income on clothes and yarn. None of these luxuries are in our spending plan. Groceries, utilities, house payments, gas . . . those are priorities and they are strapping us down tight.
We say no to our girls more often than we would like. We want them to have a comfortable and happy life. No worries about how safe and secure the country they live in and love, but the reality is that it is not so. It is hard to say all these things to the young women that we love and cherish, but it is necessary to live within our means. We are trying to be responsible Americans.
President Obama does not share our views. He wants to take our pride and hard work and give it to those who are caught up in an American Dream that they did not earn. When the time comes for our parents to provide our living trust, how much of that will we truly see and more important how much will our kids enjoy. Not much I fear. It feels as if President Obama is robbing us of the expectations for over the years. Our parents worked hard and saved and made wise investment choices that they may never see because of the choice our president has made.
we have learned to say no to expenditures that are out of our reach. Why hasn't our leaders learned this simple concept. Our National debt is inconceivable. What is that teaching Americans?
I fear for our future and the only recourse I have is trust God be God. A difficult task for me I fear. The occasional Xanex does give me the confidence to keep trying and my prayer life as of late is flourishing.
Please pray for this Roderick. My spiritual journey is being tested and my family is watching and waiting to see how their wife and mother fares during this perceived adversity. I simply do not agree with the direction President Obama is taking this country that I am so truly proud to call my home.
What we have is a work hard attitude and some family plans from both of our parents. We make choices that are uncommon. No smart phones. One car shared between Scott and I. We only eat out occasionally and rarely see movies. We don't take extreme vacations. I don't do the manis and pedis that used to be common for my grooming routine, not many eye brow threading or hair cuts. Scott would like to take many more sailing classes and I would love to spend more income on clothes and yarn. None of these luxuries are in our spending plan. Groceries, utilities, house payments, gas . . . those are priorities and they are strapping us down tight.
We say no to our girls more often than we would like. We want them to have a comfortable and happy life. No worries about how safe and secure the country they live in and love, but the reality is that it is not so. It is hard to say all these things to the young women that we love and cherish, but it is necessary to live within our means. We are trying to be responsible Americans.
President Obama does not share our views. He wants to take our pride and hard work and give it to those who are caught up in an American Dream that they did not earn. When the time comes for our parents to provide our living trust, how much of that will we truly see and more important how much will our kids enjoy. Not much I fear. It feels as if President Obama is robbing us of the expectations for over the years. Our parents worked hard and saved and made wise investment choices that they may never see because of the choice our president has made.
we have learned to say no to expenditures that are out of our reach. Why hasn't our leaders learned this simple concept. Our National debt is inconceivable. What is that teaching Americans?
I fear for our future and the only recourse I have is trust God be God. A difficult task for me I fear. The occasional Xanex does give me the confidence to keep trying and my prayer life as of late is flourishing.
Please pray for this Roderick. My spiritual journey is being tested and my family is watching and waiting to see how their wife and mother fares during this perceived adversity. I simply do not agree with the direction President Obama is taking this country that I am so truly proud to call my home.
JUST BREATH
I just felt an earthquake a while ago. I am praying that it is not a clue as to what is coming our way. One disaster after another after another. Good thing we just finished our In The Word study. I am gonna need that one way or the other.
Relax Roderick. Just breath. Let God be God.
Relax Roderick. Just breath. Let God be God.
VOTING
Hope, Addison and I got to vote today together. Hope and Addison's first time and as expected they were a little intimidated but they came out of the booth unscathed and excited. Instagrams quickly followed with smiling faces of triumph. It was such an honor to be able to share that with them. They embraced the experience and now they will see the results, good or bad, and will have to learn to cope with that outcome as well.
We all got our VOTE stickers and went and enjoyed a cup of coffee at Starbucks. This election was a humbling life moment for me because all the girls voted in this election, near and far. And of course, Scott and I too, but we have done this many times. It never loses it's charm.
I love being a Roderick.
We all got our VOTE stickers and went and enjoyed a cup of coffee at Starbucks. This election was a humbling life moment for me because all the girls voted in this election, near and far. And of course, Scott and I too, but we have done this many times. It never loses it's charm.
I love being a Roderick.
TAKE A PICTURE
We have a gentleman who lives across the street from our church campus who has not been happy with our growth and our recent construction. Needless to say he makes our church life difficult at times. He loves to take pictures of our campus when we are doing activities that he deems are in violation of HB ordnances and condition of use permits.
Several weeks ago, while we were observing the fly over of the Space Shuttle, he was out there on the sidewalk, camera in hand, snapping shots of the gardeners on our campus do what gardeners do. Apparently a little later in the day than normal. Our friend is not flexible when it comes to scheduling issues.
He was facing the church and directly behind him in the clear blue sky was the Shuttle flying slow and low. He missed history his chance to view history because he was so caught up in the petty.
That was the saddest, most ludicrous event I have witnessed in a very long time. I wish I would have had my camera so I could've captured that moment.
We sometimes miss huge moments in life because we are paying so much attention to the insignificant ones.
Several weeks ago, while we were observing the fly over of the Space Shuttle, he was out there on the sidewalk, camera in hand, snapping shots of the gardeners on our campus do what gardeners do. Apparently a little later in the day than normal. Our friend is not flexible when it comes to scheduling issues.
He was facing the church and directly behind him in the clear blue sky was the Shuttle flying slow and low. He missed history his chance to view history because he was so caught up in the petty.
That was the saddest, most ludicrous event I have witnessed in a very long time. I wish I would have had my camera so I could've captured that moment.
We sometimes miss huge moments in life because we are paying so much attention to the insignificant ones.
USC
Addison has a friend who was fortunate enough to nab tickets of the USC vs. Univ. of Oregon this past weekend. He was so excited to see the game although not excited to have to endure the loss. Needless to say he did have several observations that he shared with the Ducks fans who reside at the Roderick house.
He loved the Ducks uniforms. Nike provides new uniforms for every game. It's nice to know people in high places at Nike. He had this to say about those uniforms..
"They were all white with the silver feathers on the shoulders. And those guys are so fast. The speed is unbelievable. Everyone on that team has speed. They were flying. They looked like angels on the field. It was so surreal."
Yea. Those Ducks do fly. Now bring on the last 3 games. National Championship is within their grasp.
Quack, quack, quack.
He loved the Ducks uniforms. Nike provides new uniforms for every game. It's nice to know people in high places at Nike. He had this to say about those uniforms..
"They were all white with the silver feathers on the shoulders. And those guys are so fast. The speed is unbelievable. Everyone on that team has speed. They were flying. They looked like angels on the field. It was so surreal."
Yea. Those Ducks do fly. Now bring on the last 3 games. National Championship is within their grasp.
Quack, quack, quack.
FUNERAL POTATOES & DIESEL
The last time I was in Utah I found this fabulous recipe for funeral potatoes. Thusly named because they are taken to families who are planning or finishing a funeral. Do not be put off by the name. This recipe is a for sure keeper.
I had finished preparing dinner and everything was on the counter ready to be consumed by the family. We've taken to buffet style dinners. Fill, eat, go.
Scott, Hope and I are sitting at the table attempting to enjoy the tantalizing morsels. Diesel starts whining. We don't know where he is but we can certainly hear him. What's wrong with that dog? Where is he? Does he need to go out?
None of the above. He's in the kitchen sitting under the counter where the potatoes are nestled. Nose in the air, eyes fixed on the prize, lips being licked. He wants those potatoes big time. So what's a pet mom to do? Give him (and Dakota) their own serving. They LOVED them. Yep. Apparently we have doggie vegetarians in the house.
Even the dogs are Roderick's.
UTAH FUNERAL POTATOES
1 32 oz. package of freshly shredded hash browns (I use frozen)
2 cups cream of chicken soup
2 cups of shredded Monterey and cheddar cheese
2 cups sour cream
1/2 cup of minced dried onion
1/2 teaspoon of sea salt
1/4 teaspoon of freshly ground black pepper
1 cup of unsalted butter, melted
1 1/2 cups corn flakes (I use a little more to cover the top)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine hash browns (let them thaw just a tad), soup, sour cream, cheese, salt and pepper, dried onion and 1/2 cup melted butter. Spread mixture into a 9x13 dish. Mix 1/2 cup butter with corn flakes making sure to coat thoroughly. Spread over potato mixture and bake for 40 minutes covered with foil. Remove foil and bake for 5-7 minutes more until golden brown. Serve as a stand alone meal or side dish.
Try out the leftovers on your dog(s). Let me know if they loved them too!
I had finished preparing dinner and everything was on the counter ready to be consumed by the family. We've taken to buffet style dinners. Fill, eat, go.
Scott, Hope and I are sitting at the table attempting to enjoy the tantalizing morsels. Diesel starts whining. We don't know where he is but we can certainly hear him. What's wrong with that dog? Where is he? Does he need to go out?
None of the above. He's in the kitchen sitting under the counter where the potatoes are nestled. Nose in the air, eyes fixed on the prize, lips being licked. He wants those potatoes big time. So what's a pet mom to do? Give him (and Dakota) their own serving. They LOVED them. Yep. Apparently we have doggie vegetarians in the house.
Even the dogs are Roderick's.
UTAH FUNERAL POTATOES
1 32 oz. package of freshly shredded hash browns (I use frozen)
2 cups cream of chicken soup
2 cups of shredded Monterey and cheddar cheese
2 cups sour cream
1/2 cup of minced dried onion
1/2 teaspoon of sea salt
1/4 teaspoon of freshly ground black pepper
1 cup of unsalted butter, melted
1 1/2 cups corn flakes (I use a little more to cover the top)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine hash browns (let them thaw just a tad), soup, sour cream, cheese, salt and pepper, dried onion and 1/2 cup melted butter. Spread mixture into a 9x13 dish. Mix 1/2 cup butter with corn flakes making sure to coat thoroughly. Spread over potato mixture and bake for 40 minutes covered with foil. Remove foil and bake for 5-7 minutes more until golden brown. Serve as a stand alone meal or side dish.
Try out the leftovers on your dog(s). Let me know if they loved them too!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
AGAIN
Yesterday was not enough.
I was carrying a load of laundry down the stairs and out to the garage where all the machines are located. While chatting up the dogs, I grab the door and swing it open catching my little toe underneath it and tearing half my toenail back. I am jumping around in silent pain while igniting a doggie riot in my living room. It hurt like no other, no kidding.
Again, not broken.
What is happening to this little Roderick? I am not getting out of bed tomorrow.
I was carrying a load of laundry down the stairs and out to the garage where all the machines are located. While chatting up the dogs, I grab the door and swing it open catching my little toe underneath it and tearing half my toenail back. I am jumping around in silent pain while igniting a doggie riot in my living room. It hurt like no other, no kidding.
Again, not broken.
What is happening to this little Roderick? I am not getting out of bed tomorrow.
GROCERIES
You just never know what may happen at the grocery store on Halloween. As I found out the extremely hard and painful way.
I had just loaded up the car with fresh veggies, dairy and a few sundry items and was jumping in the driver's seat. I was fumbling with the seat belt and glanced out the car window to see Donald Duck walk right in my path of eyesight. I was distracted. I was not focused on what I was doing. I love Disney characters.
I neglected to notice my hand propped up on the car door. Let me paint this picture.
I was sitting in the driver's seat. My left hand was on top of the car door. I reached over with my right hand and closed the door, tried to close the door, with my left hand in it. Yep, crushed my own hand while gawking at Donald. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Bruised, swollen and tender but not broken. Thus, the blog you are reading.
Such a Roderick thing to do.
I had just loaded up the car with fresh veggies, dairy and a few sundry items and was jumping in the driver's seat. I was fumbling with the seat belt and glanced out the car window to see Donald Duck walk right in my path of eyesight. I was distracted. I was not focused on what I was doing. I love Disney characters.
I neglected to notice my hand propped up on the car door. Let me paint this picture.
I was sitting in the driver's seat. My left hand was on top of the car door. I reached over with my right hand and closed the door, tried to close the door, with my left hand in it. Yep, crushed my own hand while gawking at Donald. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Bruised, swollen and tender but not broken. Thus, the blog you are reading.
Such a Roderick thing to do.
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