Sunday, November 29, 2009

Pretty Much I'm Martha Stewart

Minus that whole insider trading and jail piece.

My in-laws came to town this week for Thanksgiving...and can I just say: we got the job done! The whole event was spectacular, if I do say so myself. The food was great, the turkey was perfect, the homemade rolls were just right (A, my sister-in-law, made them) and the pies were to die for. This was the menu: turkey. obviously. broccoli cheese casserole. mashed potatoes. cornbread stuffing. rolls. sweet potato casserole. home-cooked green beans (despite M's pleas to have canned ones. Ugh.) pumpkin pie. Kentucky bourbon pie. cranberry sauce. Massive amounts of moaning and patting of stomachs. red wine. white wine. water. more red wine.

Since you could't all be here (really, we meant to invite you...really...) I've included some of the best shots below. Look at how well that table is set with our so-fantastic Kate Spade china! And crystal! And I even had little leaves to sprinkle on the golden tablecloth! Watch out Martha...Liz Laird ain't playin.


Thursday, November 19, 2009

These People Cannot Drive

I hate to make such sweeping statements, but...

1. Drivers in Chicago do not move if they even HEAR a siren somewhere off in the distance. "Wait, is that a siren? I'm going to stop in the middle of the road so the girl with the DC tags has to swerve to miss me!"

2. Lanes do not matter here. Admittedly, some of the lanes are quite narrow on Lakeshore and on Congress Parkway. However, this does not mean that you can be halfway in my lane. I will honk at you.

3. Yellow light means stop. For the rest of the world, red means stop. Oh no, not here in Chi-town. YELLOW means stop. Sometimes green means don't go, too.

4. It doesn't matter if you're going into or out of the city during morning or evening rush hour. You will sit in traffic. Period.

5. Rubbernecking is a city-wide sport. Even when it's just looking at a construction site.

Don't get me wrong. DC drivers (or, rather, Maryland drivers) are pretty horrible. But Chicago? Well, there's something special about Chicago.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Cupboards are Bare

Last night M and I literally came to the very end of our cupboards. We had flour, sugar, butter and egg, two cans of tuna and four pieces of white bread. What's a couple to do? Make poundcake and tuna sandwiches of course! (Sidenote: I was supposed to go to the grocery store yesterday but didn't. So it's sort of my fault.)

Don't get me wrong, we're not living in poverty. We're just living on 1/3 of the income that we used to (I'm seriously not exaggerating that) so we're a little more "aware" of how we spend our money on food and other sundries. Don't you love that word, sundries? I sure do. Anywhoo, the good thing about living on a lot less is that you become more creative in your cooking, hosting and entertainment. Instead of going out every weekend, we go on picnics or go to free lectures or concerts and then come home and eat soup. Speaking of soup, I make it ALL the time. I usually throw in a couple cans of tomatoes, and then some fresh vegetables and a chicken breast or some type of meat. It's good, it's cheap and it's easy. And cornbread? Has anyone looked at the price of cornmeal lately? It's like 99 cents for five pounds. So lots of that, too. Good thing M is a master at making it. We've learned what cheap wines and champagnes we still enjoy and feel comfortable sharing with friends and we've learned how to use cheap vegetables like carrots, potatoes and onions to their full extent. Sometimes we splurge on things like arugula (ok, pretty much every week) but I'm proud to say that we're learning how to be more wise with our money. And losing the exra padding that's piled on since we started dating. At the same time, we're able to still give to the causes that we believe in and able to support friends in ministry with financial gifts. If someone would have told me our "new" income and told me that we would still be able to do all of these things, I'm not sure I would have believed them. How much I've bought into the lie that money is important for happiness.

And it's about time. Most of you probably already do all of these things and could give me a few more lessons on how to be thrifty and chic. But I think this is a lesson everyone should be lucky enough to go through: you start to learn that money doesn't grow on trees (oh my gosh, I sound like my parents) and that entertainment doesn't have to revolve around spending lots of money on food and drink. And new clothes. And really adorable Kate Spade shoes. And great jewelry. And...oh gosh...I'm fighting back tears.

Don't get me wrong. Hopefully our income will increase when M finishes school (if it doesn't, I want a refund from the University) and we'll be able to enjoy nice dinners slightly more often than, say, never. But I hope we'll also be able to be more generous toward the organizations and church that we love and think more seriously about using the blessing of having a sufficient income to bless others; not just by giving money to some cause or another, but also by giving of ourselves and our time which sometimes "cost" a lot more. I think this is a lesson that we needed to learn. Hopefully it will be a lesson we remember as we move into the next stages of life, buying a home, having kids and, well, being grown ups.

Friday, November 13, 2009

"One of these Things Is Not Like the Other. One of these things Just Doesn't Belong""

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Hint: It's the iPhone. You REALLY don't need to be talking on your phone when you're in a public gym on a treadmill.


Thanks.


Sunday, November 8, 2009

I hope this is a sign



It's November 8th. And it's currently 64 degrees outside. Do I need to remind you that we live in Chicago? The city where everyone talks about the ridiculously cold winters? I laugh at you, Chicago weather!

It was such a beautiful weekend that I took some comp time on Friday and M and I went on a fantastic picnic. Just about a mile from our house is a phenomenal and relatively unknown area: Jackson park. Originally used for the Chicago World's Fair in 1893 (no, I will not get tired of talking about it), Jackson Park is a maze of ponds, streams and beautiful wooded areas, and the perfect spot for a picnic. Especially when it's in the 60s outside.


We ate prosciutto, cheese and french bread, lounged on a blanket and enjoyed the beautiful day. (Minus the goose droppings, which seem to be everywhere. Stupid Canadians.) M even took a break from studying for about four hours! This is big, people.

So maybe Chicago weather isn't that ridiculously scary thing that everyone keeps warning me about. I mean I was certain that it would be snowing by early September the way people were talking. Ha! It's already NOVEMBER! Take that!

(Remind me of this post in February when it's -20 and I'm whining about the weather.)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

This is Why We Do It

Last Friday, Breakthrough (the organization I work for, in case you missed that) held its Annual Benefit out at the Hyatt Regency O'Hare. By the end of the night, we had raised nearly $900,000, roughly 1/4 of our operating budget for the year. That's pretty amazing for an event that was free to anyone who registered.

The night before the big event, we all started to go loopy with the late nights, sticking labels, organizing volunteers and counting attendants and worried that with the current economy, etc etc etc. this year wouldn't be as successful as years past. But then a colleague wrote the following email (some parts have been removed) that I think reminded us all of what true success looks like.

Here's the email:

I have to admit that there are times when I feel anxious, overwhelmed, frustrated, even angry with our work. In my lowest moments I even question if what we’re doing can make a difference. Is there really hope on the horizon for our community? Are we really able to stand against the onslaught of the enemy that rakes the families of our neighborhood over the coals time and time again? Can we really turn the tide of addiction, violence and despair in the lives of those we encounter?

In those moments I always find myself turning back to Isaiah 58 and God’s call to his people to stand against oppression and injustice. It’s not simply a feel-good call to charity, but it’s a mandate to be God’s hands and feet – his foot soldiers in this battle against the injustice and oppression attacking our community.

Look at the progression in verse 6, God says:

6 "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?”

We are called to loose the chains and untie the cords of the yoke – to bring comfort and relief to the suffering. But we can’t stop there, we must work to set the oppressed free – to come along side the oppressed and bring them into the freedom of the Kingdom. BUT not even that is enough. God calls us to “break every yoke” – to completely obliterate the system of oppression so that the same cycle of injustice can’t be repeated. That is an amazingly powerful image to me. It’s a call that challenges us to continue on in spite of the overwhelming challenge ahead of us. A call that forces us to think bigger, think bolder about the purpose for our work.

And, lest we think this is something we can do from afar and without personal involvement, God says in verse 7.

7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

God makes it clear that we are to be personally involved – sharing our food, providing shelter, clothing the naked. But I think the most cutting, powerful statement in this chapter is the call to not turn away from our own flesh and blood. Wow. Think about that for a moment. Sure we say that we believe that all people have innate worth and dignity because they are created in God’s image. But we often forget that we all share the same masterful Creator - that we are all truly family in the most real sense of the term.

It’s simple to dismiss the indigent, the addict, the gang banger, the homeless pan handler, the felon, the teen mother, or the child who’s never felt the love of their father or mother. It’s so easy to turn away. How much more would our lives be affected if instead we saw the addict as our son, the prostitute as our sister, the felon as our father, the teen mother as our daughter, the pan handler as our brother, and the indigent widow as our mother? Would it then be so easy to turn away? To turn our backs on our own flesh and blood? Yet this is exactly who God reminds us that they are - fellow children of the same masterful Creator, members of the same Family.


I want to challenge us (myself included) to move beyond thinking of the network model as a way to provide a support network, or open doors of opportunity and access to those whom we serve. Don’t get me wrong, those are all important byproducts of connecting people. But the power of the network, to me, is the call to bring disparate children of the Father together. It’s a call to not turn our back on our own flesh and blood, but instead to choose to partner our lives with family members whom we’ve tended to forget. To bring joy to the Father by loving our Kingdom brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers.

Isaiah paints an incredible picture of what happens when these things come together – when we break the yoke of oppression and get our hands dirty in the process by caring for our own flesh and blood instead of turning away. When we corporately fight to break the yoke and personally partner with those we’ve forgotten, amazing things will happen.

8 “Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.

9 Then you will call, and the LORD will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
"If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,

10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.

11 The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.

12 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.”

May we not shrink back, but work with boldness, freshly empowered by His Spirit to call together the Children of the Kingdom to break the yoke of oppression, break the hardness of our hearts and bring shalom to our Family.

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AMEN.



Sunday, November 1, 2009

Domestic Goddess


I'm not into calling people "goddess". I think it's just a little ridiculous. However, when it comes to ME...

I'm a domestic goddess.*

As M studies for his last midterm on Monday and I recoup fro
m our huge Annual Benefit (over $880,000!!!) I've spent the day wandering the city, grocery shopping, folding laundry and making delicious treats. Like the oh-so-delectable Reese's peanut butter cup cookies. Want the recipe? Why, here it is! I made it up myself (or, rather, modified the chocolate chip cookie recipe I've been using since I was about 8.)

1 stick of unsalted butter, softened
3/8 C sugar
3/8 C brown sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla
one egg

Mix all of these ingredients together. Add...

1 1/8 C flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 Tbp creamy peanut butter
a dozen or so smashed up Reese's Peanut butter cups

Bake at 350 for exactly 10 minutes. Let cool, if you can keep yourself from shoving them in your face. Other leftover Halloween candy can also be used...I'm going to try Baby Ruth next time.

You see? I'm a Domestic Goddess! Now I'm going to go make a spicy stew for dinner and then probably iron something. Or something.



*I am a domestic goddess as far as cooking goes. Cleaning is a whole different story.