Oh sweet Sweet Corn Chipotle Soup

As I'm waiting for my crops to harvest (Farm Town) so I can go to the dog park, I thought I'd share what I'm having for supper.  

Yesterday I tried a new recipe.  It's called Dutch Macaroni and is full of vegetables.  The best part is Davin loved it and it makes tons: enough to eat some for the lunch the next day, and freeze some for a few more meals.

But, tonight I'm feeling a little bit on the lazy side.  

This is Sweet Corn with Chipotle Soup.  It contains a full serving a vegetables (ooh) and even has the Health Check symbol on it (ahh).  Campbells changed the packaging on this and for a couple of months I wandered aimlessly around various grocery stores hoping I'd run into this soup.  I was miserable.  Then I found out the changed the packaging and my life was back to normal again.  

I stopped off at the Bulk Cheese Warehouse after work today and picked up their fresh salsa and some tortilla chips.  I love their salsa and tortillas so much I will never buy them anywhere else again (please try them sometime).  I also bought some plain boring medium cheddar cheese and some Monterey Jack Cheese with Red Hot Chilies.   

This is how I prepared my supper:

I heated the soup in the microwave and then added shredded Monterey Jack with Red Hot Chilies to it.  I then took my tortilla chips and crumble them into the soup, kinda like you would with crackers.  Only the tortilla chips from Bulk Cheese are better; way, WAY better.  Finally, I added a dollop of sour cream to the top.  That's it-simple, and pretty good soup is turned into really great soup.

 I then melted cheese (half Monterey Jack, half Cheddar) on the chips and ate them with sour cream and salsa.  While the tortilla chips are great, I only buy them to eat the fresh salsa (its that good), but tonight I'm not sure if it's the salsa I like better or the Monterey Jack cheese- it has such a zing.  I might just have to have some more to make up my mind.  I do hope the full serving of vegetables and the heart symbol up there make up for all that cheese I ate.  

Facebook

I've been spending to much time on Facebook lately.  So much time in fact that I'm starting to construct my thoughts in the form of Status Updates.  So instead of thinking:  hmmm, I wonder why Angela hasn't phoned me back yet.  I thought:  Becky Schurman is wondering why Angela hasn't phoned her back yet.

Here's another one.  It kinda describes me in one line:

Becky Schurman: a laugh for every occasion.

I think when you start refering to yourself in the third person in your own thoughts, its about time to cut back on Facebook. . .  but just a teeny bit, I found this new game called Farm Town, and boy is it ever addicting.

A Tale Of Three Tails

Once upon a time there were three dogs.

A large dog, a medium dog, and a small dog.

The large dog had a a tail so long he held it up like a curlicue.

The small dog had nothin but a nubbin.

The medium dog, however, flaunted his finely feathered tail like a peacock.

And they happily sniffed each other at the dog park.

The End

A Road Trip Lament

Why or why Alberta do you hate me so?  This is the second time I've arrived in your province only to be received with the most ungracious welcome.  Did I not vow after my first visit, not to return until summer?

Why must you obscure my windows with snow and slush from speeding vehicles?  Why must you cover your signs with snow so that I miss my turnoff?  I merely wish to visit long enough to finish my business before retreating back to safe Saskatchewan.

Why must you subject my Subaru and I with your scorn and wrath?  Your brown slush incessantly battered my side panels leaving behind a thick coat of ugly brown pocked ice.  I almost weeped at the Husky Station when I had to chip away your hatred which covered my headlights and grill.

It is only when I turn around and head back to Saskatoon that the roads become clear, as if welcoming me back to my roots.

Saving the Earth One Memo at a Time

Tomorrow is Earth Day. and while I'd love to be a little more active in this environmental movement, instead I will be spewing out gaseous carbon emissions from my Subaru Forester as I drive to Calgary and back.  Sorry Earth-but the drive is necessary.

But I came up with an idea . . .

Instead of using Post-it Notes, I'll just use my hand.  I will be reducing the amount of Post-It notes that get pitched, and my hand is reusable, I just need soap and water.  No more digging around in my pocket trying to find my grocery list, it's all right here!  

I'm not sure why I felt it necessary to remind myself I needed to: 1) put gas in the car 2) vacuum out the car and 3) wash the car.  It's a mere 3 items, and I always do these things before leaving on a road trip.  Maybe this lack of memory is because I stopped drinking coffee and quite frankly, I find the thought a little troublesome. 

New disease?

My son asked me the other day what kind of disease E-U-P-H-O-R-I-A was.

I don't know where he comes up with these ideas, but I like it!

Intent

Life has become so busy.  Months go by in a flash.  Seasons come and go.  Before you know it, another year has past.  When I was younger I use to play soccer.  I'd watch some of our midfields race the ball up the field.  One girl was so fast it looked like her legs were going faster than her body, she'd just fly up the field.  Pretty soon she was dictated by her momentum, she looked like she was on the brink of careening out of control.  I saw a kid last summer running down the side of a mountain in Lake Louise.  At first it was fun and thrilling to him, until he ended up going faster than his little legs could carry him.  He ended up biting the dusting and tumbling down until he stopped.  He just sat there crying.  

I think we can get so busy living life that we are merely living day to day.  Weeks, and then months go by.  And we sit there wondering, like the little boy on the mountain:  Where has the time gone?

I think that all this "business" in life is inevitable, but a some point we must sit back and ask ourselves: What is most important in my life?  We must live with intent or we will be wasting our time.  There are always a million and one things to do.  We will never get everything done that we want to accomplish.  There are always more things to do, things we can do better, and ways at improving ourselves, but in the end if we fill our time what what is most important, the things that don't get done won't matter.