{"id":2365,"date":"2011-10-02T18:28:38","date_gmt":"2011-10-02T22:28:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2365"},"modified":"2011-10-02T18:35:46","modified_gmt":"2011-10-02T22:35:46","slug":"apples-and-more-apples","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2365","title":{"rendered":"Apples and More Apples&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>Writing is a way of de-stressing for me. \u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/310681_10150462985485828_568215827_11090374_350058092_n.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2367\" title=\"310681_10150462985485828_568215827_11090374_350058092_n\" src=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/310681_10150462985485828_568215827_11090374_350058092_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/310681_10150462985485828_568215827_11090374_350058092_n.jpg 240w, http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/310681_10150462985485828_568215827_11090374_350058092_n-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/a><em>(Bushels of apples in my van&#8230;. lots of apples).<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Sometimes I write and delete my post while other times I really don&#8217;t care how public my thoughts are. \u00a0I realize that for some people this is a concern. \u00a0Guess that&#8217;s what makes the world go around, the differences in each of us.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Well, I am stressed. \u00a0I just picked up the apples&#8230; apparently 3\/4 tons of apples. \u00a0Ugh. \u00a0That&#8217;s enough to make me want to vomit&#8230; will we actually get through that many apples? \u00a0(Yes, I am following a recipe). \u00a0Josh&#8217;s eyes were delighted as he chomped through the apples on the way home. \u00a0I bought a couple of bags of apples and was taken at the crisp freshness that filled my mouth as opposed to the usual taste a store bought apple has. \u00a0Very yummy!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Tonight I&#8217;ll be at the school unloading apples, setting up the kitchen and stage (where the apple peeling, coring and cutting takes place), then come home and head for bed. \u00a0Tomorrow is a big day. \u00a012 hours of scheduled apple pie making. \u00a0Somewhere in there, I&#8217;ll have to feed my kids, and occupy them, eventually get them home to fend for themselves \u00a0till I finish up. \u00a0Sanj is coming home later tomorrow night too. \u00a0I see a very early morning, a quick tidy of the house so I&#8217;m not coming home to the mess, feeding the kids breakfast, making lunches and being out the door to be organized for the helpers that come in the morning. \u00a0I have snacks to organize for the help, as we have a group of seniors who come to socialize and probably enjoy the first of the pies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Sometime I wonder, how do I get myself in this kind of situation? \u00a0Is there something wrong with my mind? \u00a0More then likely. \u00a0What scares me is that I am not daunted at thinking of next year. \u00a0I have thoughts of what to do next year, a lot earlier. \u00a0I think that this could have a yearly fundraiser. \u00a0Do I really want to do it? \u00a0I guess I really want someone to step us and take it on.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">As I work on this project, I have visions of me becoming a baker. \u00a0I even went and priced out one of those deluxe Kitchen Aid mixers. \u00a0I could see myself making pies, can&#8217;t I? \u00a0Chicken pot pies? \u00a0I love a yummy <a href=\"http:\/\/allrecipes.com\/Recipe\/chicken-pot-pie-ix\/detail.aspx\">chicken pot pie<\/a>. \u00a0This is me crossing over to where I don&#8217;t know my own limits. \u00a0Sigh. \u00a0Well, maybe if I really did have all the time in the world&#8230; \u00a0maybe if I didn&#8217;t feel the pressures of finishing my book, maybe if I didn&#8217;t feel the need to continue going to the gym, maybe if I didn&#8217;t have such passion for certain causes&#8230; \u00a0maybe I could whip up a chicken pot pie and apple pie for supper.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Maybe.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I think if \u00a0there wasn&#8217;t such uncertainty, like how many pies can we really make in two days? \u00a0I&#8217;d actually have fun with this&#8230; I love the social aspect of it all. \u00a0It&#8217;s all about trusting. \u00a0It&#8217;s a learning experience. \u00a0It&#8217;ll all be good.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Dear God,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>I&#8217;m a little freaked out right now. \u00a0I know that the bottom line is that we just do our best. \u00a0I know You&#8217;re in control. \u00a0I know You love our school and have visions even bigger than we can image. \u00a0This is all for Your glory. \u00a0Please&#8230; make it be a rockin&#8217; success. \u00a0Please continue to touch people to help us&#8230; touch people to buy us out &#8230; Please bless us with all the things that need to happen tomorrow and Tuesday for us to look at this as one of Your events. \u00a0Please keep my kids in good spirits as we work it all out &#8230;. tomorrow will be a long day for them too.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>I love You, Jesus!<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Thanks for Apple Pies!\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>xoxo<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Writing is a way of de-stressing for me. \u00a0 (Bushels of apples in my van&#8230;. lots of apples). 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