I’m pretty sure I mentioned this before but I can’t help grinning everytime we have fried fish or chicken and do it without flour and still get a great ‘crisp’ on it and a very satisfying crunch. AND, what we use is low carb and good for you, too, fewer calories. It is Whey Protein Isolate! Just scoop out what you need, season it like flour and there is your future crispy coating. You just dip your fish or chicken into some beaten egg, coat with the seasoned whey stuff, and fry. It works well for onion rings, too.
Buster Kitten was about six weeks old when he placed himself under our neighbor’s truck and waited for whatever the next step in life might be for him. We assumed the cat belonged to the neighbor’s and went about our own lives. Buster Kitten remained there for three days patient and very unworried about anything.
On the third day, my husband asked the neighbor about their new cat and she quickly assured us that the cat was NOT theirs, just residing under their truck. My husband came into the house and then said words that should not be spoken: “Julianna! Did you see the kitten under the truck next door?” Five minutes later, she comes in with the cat cuddled in her arms, announces it is a boy cat, and where is the cat food?
It was full-swing kitten time so the no-kill facility we took the last two kittens that tried to work their way into our hearts had been happily accepted by them and found good homes. Too many unsponsored relationships in the cat kingdom so no room at the no-kill facility inn. We couldn’t let him into the house with our two cats without a checkup and shots and one vet trip lead to another and every time we went, the cat came home with us. This was two years ago.
Since Buster Kitten had been an outdoor cat for his first six weeks of life, he often gets a longing to get out the door and exploring. Yes, I resist the temptation to open the door when my daughter isn’t looking!
I decided to find him a jungle for the day and from the pictures you can see how well he acclimated to the treat of being out in the wild. He wasn’t afraid, he is never worried and he enjoyed the time immensely.
Okay, I’m fibbing. Buster Kitten’s actual jungle adventure looked more like this . . .
Sometimes, the ‘exalted will be humbled’ and other times they are always humbled by what God has provided for them.
Heavenly Father, you have given us archangels to assist us during our pilgrimage on earth.
Saint Michael is our protector, I ask him to come to my aid, fight for all my loved ones, and protect us from danger.
Saint Gabriel is a messenger for the Good News, I ask him to help me clearly, hear your voice and to teach me the truth.
Saint Raphael is the healing angel, I ask him to take my need for healing and that of everyone I know, lift it up to your throne of grace and deliver back to us the gift of recovery.
Help us O Lord to realize more fully the reality of the archangels and their desire to serve us. Holy Angels pray for us.
I was told once that the physical needs of a family have to be met first . . . then you can work on the spiritual. We have to provide the basics to see that our children are healthy and well-fed, but the physical needs the world is advertising today exceeds actual need and is self-centered want.
To meet the ‘needs’ of a family, mothers are competing in the workforce. Although I’m not well-versed in economics, it seems to me that the more people who require jobs, the less good jobs there are available. And if a husband isn’t making enough to support his family, then the mother probably has to get a job. Equal rights looks rather unbalanced from this viewpoint.
All right, you might say, so a man has to work harder for his paycheck. What’s wrong with a woman grabbing her share of the paychecks being handed out? It’s fair competition.
One of the first things to go is respect. If a female wants to compete in a ‘man’s’ world, she should expect to be treated differently. You can’t have it both ways. You lose a bit of what makes each gender unique.
If you are a single woman, you can cope with the pressure, overtime and exhaustion. What if you are a mother in the workplace? Now who gets hurt?
A look around the world today will tell you that many mothers aren’t on duty. No matter how you try, you can’t handle two, full-time jobs. Motherhood is not an eight to five job..
In order to keep your children happy and maintain your ‘freedom’ to work, you keep them supplied with the latest and greatest to satisfy their physical needs. If you aren’t home, you don’t have the time to work on the spiritual. And the longing for physical wants far exceeds any desire for the spiritual unless this is nurtured . . . but who has time?
I knew a couple who put off starting a family until they could afford a boat. They earned their boat, had a baby and soon divorced. They both worked, the baby was in day care and they really didn’t have a family. The boat didn’t hold them together. In fact, it was something to argue over in the divorce proceedings. And the baby continued in day care because now the mother had to work.
I think that if most working mothers sat down and figured out the actual cost to them, spiritually and physically, of working, they might reconsider. Of course, there is always the ‘world’ telling them they have a right to find themselves so number crunching might not change their minds. And many of the husbands of today are products of working parent homes and used to the ‘bounty’ two salaries can bring. No one seems to know anymore when their physical needs have been met and exceeded. They keep trying to fill a void that only God can ultimately satisfy.
I know many of us ‘stay home’ mothers are regarded as being somewhat selfish and lazy. We stay home most of the time, don’t have the hassle of PTA and car pools, and seldom worry about whether our clothes are totally fashionable. Our own relatives even wonder about us!
Well, I guess as long as we are being considered backward, we might as well continue on that path and see first to the spiritual needs of our family . . . then we can work on the physical – together, as a family