new favorite food

I have blogged before about Zale’s talent of cooking. How he can cook by smell and throw stuff together to make all kinds of good stuff. Well, a few days ago he got an idea based off of a stuffed prime rib burger that September’s makes. I have to admit, this burger is the best “hamburger” I’ve ever had, so I couldn’t wait to try Zale’s new dish.

Of course we didn’t go to the extent of using ground prime rib, Zale used ground turkey. But, he added several of the key elements of the stuffed burger to a meatloaf. Bacon, saute’d onions, and blue cheese. Now I know the blue cheese sounds a bit odd, and I’m not even that much of a blue cheese fan. But, not only does it make an awesome meatloaf,  it’s makes an even better sandwich the next day. Yummy….I’m ready for him to make another one!

And yes, it’s pretty wonderful to have a husband who enjoys cooking!

The REALLY bad ones

When Zale started out in law school he had no intention of ever doing criminal work. He wanted to use his MBA and do business law, or use his 12 years of experience in insurance claims to do personal injury work. And not the kind of personal injury work that all the jokes are made up about, but the legitimate claims where people really do need the help of an attorney. It was a little bit about bringing home a really good income, but more about wanting to help people.

Wow, God has really opened our eyes to what His plans are for us, instead of what our plans were for us. Zale also didn’t have any intentions of being in the court room much and really figured he’d be a “desk lawyer”, spending 50 or so hours a week in his office. As it turns out, God had something completely different in mind. Zale spends several days a week (sometimes 5 or 6) driving between counties and court houses doing court appointed (mostly criminal defense) work. This is for defendants who can’t afford an attorney, but the Public Defender has to conflict out and can’t represent them. This isn’t to say that Zale doesn’t also have some private clients, and even a few injury cases working. But we had to come to terms with the fact that Zale is a criminal defense attorney.

In making this mind set change, Zale realized that as a private practice attorney he can do something that Public Defenders can’t do. Zale can use this opportunity as a ministry. He can pray with or for his clients and give them a book or a Bible if he wants to. For most of this time the “criminals” haven’t been the “really bad ones”, like the murders, rapist, etc. It’s usually about drugs, theft, domestic disturbance, that sort of thing. But last week he had a pastor call him and ask him to defend someone who is charged with the rape of a child. Since Zale and I were both sexually molested as children, that was a REALLY hard decision. Personally, I had to take a deep breath, say a quick prayer and respond by saying, if you can minister to them, then you should take it.

My first impulse was to say no, how could we be associated with defending someone who probably raped a child? Then God reminded me that Jesus died for all of us. Not just those of us who have done bad things, but maybe not REALLY bad things. Jesus died for each and every one of us, including people like Hitler, Manson, Stalin, even the child rapist and murderers that we don’t know anything about. Even the people who have done such horrible things that it turns our stomaches to even think about.

So Zale took the case and adopted this attitude about it “If Jesus died for them, I can defend them”. We had to realize that defending someone with charges like these doesn’t mean we have to like the clients, but we do have a responsiblity to show them a love like Christ has shown us. No matter what they’ve done.

Tastefully Simple

Sunday, August 30th at 5:00 I’m hosting a Tastefully Simple party for my good friend Sandi Hoke. I was able to try some of the food at our LifeGroup on Tuesday night, and I have to say it was VERY good! When I got the message from Sandi about hosting a party I stopped reading when it said something about the host getting free food, and immediately sent her a reply that said sign me up!

Tuesday I was able to sample the beer bread and a couple of the dips. I’m really looking forward to having it all again! In fact, she’s already brought me the food to prepare for the party..it’s just sitting on my kitchen counter and I have to say, it’s VERY hard to leave it there and not make some of it early!! :)

Please feel free to look over the  web site and see if there’s anything you’d like to order. If there is, please let me know so Sandi can get credit for it. (You don’t have to be in TN or even at the party to order something, it will be shipped directly to you.)

This will make the third party at our house during the month of August. I think I’m going to be done for awhile and maybe relax a bit before hosting something else….oops, Labor Day is coming up isn’t it? That means Aunt Jean will be in town and maybe cousin Kenneth…ok, so after that I’m taking a break!

Pretty cool

Last Sunday Zale was a guest co-host on a local talk radio show. He did a great job and the host wants him to be a part of it every week. I think Zale really enjoyed himself, but to commit to doing it every week is a bit much. Especially since Sundays are the only days of the week for the possiblity of any down time. Not to mention it might cut into watching football together! :)

We’ll see what happens, and how often he’ll go on the air, but we do know that he’ll be back on Sunday, the 30th from 3 to 5PM. Here’s the link if anyone wants to check it out. 1510 WLAC Pretty sure you can listen on line from anywhere.

birthday surprise

Friday was my Dad’s birthday. Dad can be pretty challenging to shop for. But this year, I had an opportunity to acquire something for him that meant more than anything I could go buy off the shelf.

I’ve talked about Aunt Jean before, Dad and Aunt Jean celebrated their first birthday together. Their Dads were very good friends so the families spent quite a bit of time together. Fast forward to their teen years and Jean’s house ended up being Dad’s home away from home. In almost all the stories I’ve heard of Dad being at Aunt Jean’s house, they included a glider that was on Aunt Jean’s porch. Whether it was Miss Vivian (Aunt Jean’s Mom) sitting on the glider reading, or the hours that Dad and Aunt Jean spent talking while sitting on the glider, it’s almost always brought up. In fact, I just realized that I blogged on this glider almost a year ago.

We found out last September that the glider was available and had been offered to Dad. My intent was to arrange to pick it up for Dad before Christmas, but I just wasn’t able to make it happen. So for Dad’s birthday this year, and before Jean visited again, I was determined to have it ready for Dad’s birthday. So last weekend I made a couple of phone calls and made arrangements to get it. This was a huge group effort and one that I took so much joy in coordinating. I was too excited to not say anything, so once I knew we were going to have it, I just had to call Dad and let him know I was working on a Big Surprise for him. He is the master of being sneaky, so it was really nice to be on this side of it and be the one being sneaky for a change. I actually tortured Dad just a few minutes every day telling him I had been able to be sneaky that day. It made for a really fun week!

Anyway, last Saturday I sent Zale (my wonderful husband), Anthony (my awesome 16 year old son), and Jake (Anthony’s best friend) on a mission to pick up the glider. Zale then spent every evening cleaning and repainting the glider to get it restored. And then there was the issue of cushions. So I made more phone calls and sent out a group e mail and had several friends who were excited to go in together to pay for the cushions. On Wednesday night I picked them up at WalMart and they worked perfectly. On Friday, the afternoon of Dad’s party, Zale and I are talking on the phone and we both had the thought of how old this glider really is. And how it’s only held up by chains and hooks, that were rusted and probably just as old as the frame. What if, after all this work, it breaks the first time someone sits on it. Not quite the surprise I had in mind. So Zale heads to the local Ace Hardware store and picks up new chains and hooks. Just a few hours before Dad’s birthday dinner we’re putting it all together in our living room. We positioned it in front of the fireplace so it would be the first thing Dad saw when he walked in the room. I couldn’t have asked for a better response when Dad realized it was THE GLIDER.

all smiles

all smiles

THE glider

THE glider

Dad and Oz on the glider, all that's missing is Aunt Jean!

Dad and Oz on the glider, all that's missing is Aunt Jean!

I think the only thing that could have made this a better surprise for Dad is if Aunt Jean could have been sitting on The glider when Dad walked in. And that almost happened, but as it turns out Aunt Jean will be here for a visit during Labor Day weekend. She can stay longer that way, which is more important.

So Happy Birthday Dad! I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to top this one, but I look forward to many more stories and memories as a result of having THE glider at your house. (I promise to get it there before Jean gets here!) Love you Everyday!

night 3

I didn’t  plan on posting daily about Griffin, but this one is certainly blog worthy. Yesterday was an extremely late night for me and I was pushing my limits to get everything done I needed to and still get enough sleep to make it through today. I do think I’m finally getting over Mono and my sinking spells are becoming less and less. (Praise God!) But, I was so tired after finally getting the girls to bed, that I didn’t even try to claim my recliner, which Griffin had been sleeping in for awhile. So I just went to the couch. Why not my own bed you ask? Well, there are several reasons, but currently I’m still working on getting Reagan to sleep in her own bed through the night and there’s no sense in Zale’s sleep being interrupted too. And now with Griffin in the mix, I want to get him trained to sleep on / in his own bed as Gracie does (instead of in our bed with us).

Anyway, back to last night. I must have been pretty out of it, because at some point I woke up with Hannah crying because she had fallen out of her bed. Reagan was crying because Hannah was crying, thankfully once I calmed Hannah down Reagan went right back to sleep. But when I woke up and got off the couch, I realized that Griffin had wedged himself between me and the back of the couch, and was laying on his back with his long colt like legs sticking up in the air. Not quite sure how he managed to get that way without waking me. It must have required more effort than what he wanted to make again, when I got back on the couch he settled for sleeping at my feet. Which was just fine by me! :)

Griffin’s 2nd night

I know we’re not supposed to wish our time away, but I can honestly say I’m looking forward to Griffin gaining another 40 pounds and getting lazy! Last night we had our neighbors over for a few hours and he was out of control. That was after me taking him for a walk, playing fetch and tug of war with him. I was hoping to wear him out so he would sleep the whole time they were here. Didn’t happen. Thankfully we have very understanding neighbors!

We went to bed shortly after they went home and Griffin was still having trouble understanding that he can’t share the recliner with me. But he relented and got on the couch. At some point during the night I realized that instead of being reclined in the recliner, I was sitting up in the recliner and there was about 40 extra pounds on my lap. So I shove him off, get comfortable again, and go back to sleep.

Not sure how much later, I woke up again, and realized that Griffin is on the recliner with me, but this time he’s at the crook of my knees. I have one sturdy recliner! (Thank you Dad!) At this point I’m too tired to care (even though I know full well I will regret it later) and just go back to sleep with him in the recliner with me. At least this time he’s sleeping like a dog should, and not expecting me to spoon him!

cheating?

Last night was Griffin’s first night here without my cousins. I was a little anxious cause I wasn’t sure if he would sleep through the night without “his people” here, or if the girls would sleep through the night and what his reaction would be to a bunch of crying in the middle of the night if they woke up.

So I got the girls to bed (Zale already had Reagan to sleep) and camped out in my recliner in the living room, hoping for the best. Within a few minutes Griffin was ready to curl up with me.  Thanks to Dad, we have a REALLY BIG recliner. I’ve been in it before with both the girls, two cats, and Gracie. Zale and I have even shared it, although it’s not quite big enough for two people. Maybe two REALLY skinny people, but not  the two of us.

Anyway, I felt a little sorry for Griffin and he was whining just a bit, so I relented and let him come up on the recliner. Knowing full well it wasn’t the smartest move to make. Yes, I’m a bit of a sucker. He positioned himself with his head at my head (on my pillow!) and me “spooning” him. Within seconds he was asleep and softly snoring. I couldn’t figure out if I was  cheating on Zale or Gracie since his snoring sounded more human than it did canine. Either way I was feeling too guilty to go to sleep, so Griffin had to make due to sleep alone on the couch.

Thankfully he did really well, even when Reagan woke up crying before 5 this morning wanting something to eat and drink. I’m even more grateful that he didn’t leave me any “surprises” this morning to clean up!

introducing Griffin Peebles to the Dowlen family

See, I can be still!

See, I can be still!

We’ve officially “adopted” Griffin from my cousins, Kenneth and Kirsten. This is kinda bitter sweet for us, we’re excited to get him (as we’ve wanted a Mastiff for years), but know that Kenneth, Kirsten, and especially their boys will miss him.

Griffin is a Brazilian/Bull Mastiff. His Mom is a Bull Mastiff, 3 years old (I think?) and weighs 100 pounds. His Dad is a Brazilian Mastiff, 1 year old and weighs about 135 pounds. Apparently with the Brazilian Mastiff’s, they don’t fully mature until about 18 months and can be as large as 185 pounds. So right now, at 4 months old, Griffin is already taller and just a bit heavier than our 40 pound (“mini”) boxer Gracie. Not sure of his exact weight as it changes weekly.

He’s a sweet dog, loves to play but I have to admit it’s been a bit of a rough first day. He and Gracie are going through quite a time of an adjustment period, and I have yet been brave enough to introduce him to our cats. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

already almost as big as our fire place

already almost as big as our fire place