Curried Bean and Rice Salad

Curried Bean and Rice Salad
Combine about four cups cooked black eans (approximately 2 cans)
4 cups cooked rice
1 cup sliced celery
½ pound diced turkey ham or ham
Whisk together in a separate bowl:
1/3 cup red wine vinaigrette dressing
2 tablespoons snipped green onions
1 tsp curry powder
½ teaspoon ground cumin powder
Pour over the bean and rice mixture
Makes 9 cups. Serve with a few cubes of cheese and some fruit on the side.

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Links and Thinks

Thoughtful and thought-provoking post incorporating history, the Romans and Barbarians, Hell’s Angels, and living under Sharia at Gates of Vienna.

More from Tom Maguire

The Constitution apparently doesn’t apply to this President
:

With the clock running out on a new US-Russian arms treaty before the previous Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty, or START, expires on December 5, a senior White House official said Sunday said that the difficulty of the task might mean temporarily bypassing the Senate’s constitutional role in ratifying treaties by enforcing certain aspects of a new deal on an executive levels and a “provisional basis” until the Senate ratifies the treaty.

More at Hot Air, where Ed Morrisey explains:

And as much as the Democrats howled over the supposed devotion of George Bush to a “unitary executive,” Obama seems to have no trouble bypassing the check on executive power for treaty negotiation written explicitly into the Constitution, in Article II, Section 2:

He shall have Power, by and with the Advice and Consent of the Senate, to make Treaties, provided two thirds of the Senators present concur;

Do you see an exception there for ‘except when it’s too hard?’ Neither do I.

Via Betsy’s Page this link to fifty ways Waxman-Markey (cap and trade) is a loser.

Two main things to understand about Waxman-Markey: First, it will not reduce greenhouse-gas emissions, at least not at any point in the near future. The inclusion of carbon offsets, which can be manufactured out of thin air and political imagination, will eliminate most of the demands that the legislation puts on industry, though in doing so it will manage to drive up the prices consumers pay for every product that requires energy for its manufacture — which is to say, for everything. Second, it represents a worse abuse of the public trust and purse than the stimulus and the bailouts put together. Waxman-Markey creates a permanent new regime in which environmental romanticism and corporate welfare are mixed together to form political poison. From comic bureaucratic power grabs (check out the section of the bill on candelabras) to the creation of new welfare programs for Democratic constituencies to, above all, massive giveaways for every financial, industrial, and political lobby imaginable, this bill would permanently deform American politics and economic life.

The House of Representatives, famously, did not read this bill before passing it, which is testament to either Nancy Pelosi’s managerial incompetency or her political wile, or possibly both. If you take the time to read the legislation, you’ll discover four major themes: special-interest giveaways, regulatory mandates unrelated to climate change, fanciful technological programs worthy of The Jetsons, and assorted left-wing wish fulfillment. We cannot cover every swirl and brushstroke of this masterpiece of misgovernance, but here’s a breakdown of its 50 most outrageous features.

Read all fifty and weep.

Why you will indeed lose your private health insurance if Obama gets his way.

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On the Agenda for July 6th

We’re having a baker’s dozen of extra people in for dinner tonight, and ten or so extra people for lunch, so naturally, the HG and I are cleaning out the fridge. Lunch for 21 will be…. interesting. Probably English Muffin Chili Cheese snacks. Breakfast was a Dutch Puff Supper is cheating- frozen pizza, fruit salad and green salad. Fruit salad is frozen fruit in a bag.

I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I did my laundry, but if you could see the overflowing hamper and two loads worth spilling out onto the floor, you’d hazard a guess or call whoever it is you call to condemn the place. Fortunately, the house has four bathrooms and I NEVER have guests in mine. Not even Shasta is allowed in mine.

There will be fireworks, water fights, ‘splody things, pizza, salads, watermelon, games, and more. There may be a visit to the creek.

Also naturally, since we have company, the HM has taken two of the young men over to the Rattery to pick up a great hulking secretary, a cot of ancient but charmingly green and floral demeanor, and dig through a stack of old records looking for Michael Jackson or Jackson Five albums. What are houseguests for if not to help move things?

Six packs of begonias, periwinkles, and petunias were on sale for a dollar yesteray, so naturally I bought four six packs and now have 24 flowers to transplant at once.

I have got to write school schedules soon and hope to squeeze in some at some point tonight or early tomorrow.

Six pack is not a phrase one would expect to see on this blog, eh?

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Washington Post Pimps Out Its Access

The Washington Post… I don’t even know where to begin with this one. Needing to raise funds they came up with this brilliant idea. Their publisher, Katharine Waymouth, would host ‘salons.’ And people could buy sponsorships of those salons. At those salons Waymouth would host they would meet, the WaPo promised, officials from the Obama administration and other power brokers. Their ‘apology’ doesn’t even pass the laugh test.

Or, as Crooks and Liars put it:

Apparently the Very Serious People™ in the Village have a very different idea of journalism than they led us to believe. After their own columnist Dana Milbank lost his marbles and dignity over a DFH blogger asking a question, the Washington Post hits an all new low:

“For $25,000 to $250,000, The Washington Post has offered lobbyists and association executives off-the-record, nonconfrontational access to “those powerful few”: Obama administration officials, members of Congress, and — at first — even the paper’s own reporters and editors.”

The question I want answered is, how did the WAPO know they could guarantee access to Obama officials? Why did they feel comfortable advertising that access to buyers?

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The Boy is Eleven


Eleven years ago this month, after a pregnancy of 43 weeks, The Boy came to us. He was nine pounds, ten ounces, and he was 21 inches long. He had little meat on him and his skin was dry- he was very overdue, but otherwise healthy.

We were not expecting to be blessed again with a baby, let alone a boy. You see, between our second and third biological children there was a gap of nearly six years, and a 16 week miscarriage. Then weadopted, and there was another gap of nearly six years before the FYG, our fourth biological (and sixth chronologically) child joined the family. These gaps were not our planning, and they certainly were not my desire. Given that it had take six years between babies for me to conceive the FYG, and given that I was only a month shy of 34 when she was born, I really didn’t expect to conceive again. I knew others who were still having babies in their forties, but given my track record, Ifigured I would not be one of them (and I have been right about that).

So I was extremely surprised (and delighted) when I ‘fell pregnant’just before the FYG turned two. It was, of course, obvious that the Lord intended for us to be the parents of daughters. After all, not only were all four of the biological children girls, I believed the baby we lost at 16 weeks was a girl as well, and the children we adopted so providentially were girls. We just were MEANT to have girls. And so when our seventh child was born and the midwife said, “OH, look what you have!”I briefly thought something was wrong. And when the Equuschick saw what we had, she screamed and ran to another room where we found her crying and praising God for a brother when it was time to cut the cord- a job she had requested.

And when it came time to dress our small son, my husband and I looked at each other blankly. We had no boy clothes. We didn’t even have gender neutral clothing. Every time a friend had a baby boy I passed on anything we had that might work for a boy. I gave away girl things, too, but I had kept several special outfits and home-made blankets- all of which were pink,, lacy, beribboned and bedecked in frou-frou. I didn’t even a pair of socks that did not scream sugar and spice and everything nice.

A day or two after the Boy’s birth, my husband and one of the girls went to a local consignment store and picked up a few boy outfits and a receiving blanket or two. We decided the pink plastic diaper cover didn’t matter that much since nobody would see it and it couldn’t give him a complex, but when we had another paycheck we bought some yellow and green diaper covers.

It took me six months to stop referring to the Boy as ‘She-I-mean-he.” My husband was working a nightmarish job and was seldom home during that time, and so it took him nearly a year to stop. I think it was nearly two years before we had made the switch from ‘Common Room Girls, time to get in the van!” to “Common Room Progeny, Time to get in the van!”

The biggest difference to me- for the longest time the only difference, was the external plumbing issue. The common hazard of getting sprayed is, it seems, not so common with uncircumcised boys, so that wasn’t an issue, but we did have trouble figuring out how to, um, so arrange things so that liquid when into the diaper and not up and out, if you follow me.

Our sixth child was a whirlwind in action, a fearless and energetic firecracker of a girl. We used to tell people God gave her to us sixth because He knew it would take that many of us to keep her from killing herself every day. That really wasn’t much of a joke. She climbed on the roof, fell down the well, and went to the ER some three times in a single month. So I did not know what people meant when they said that girls were so much easier than boys, so much calmer, so much less active. We actually had to encourage the boy to be bolder. Those were the days….

Now he is eleven. His hands are work roughened and calloused from digging in his fort and hammering on his tree-house. He is out in the driveway setting off small fireworks just now (with a lot of friends including a couple 20 something year olds, but still…). He has am amazing work ethic, and can easily outwork me. He nearly always accompanies me to the grocery store to load the cart and the boxes (we shop at bag your own groceries stores). He weeds the garden, and his favorite chore of all is to mow the lawn with the push lawn mower. He gives Blynken and Nod piggy-back rides for hours. His feet are about half an inch longer than mine- and I do not have small feet. He is addicted to Legos, Bionicles, and he would play computer games all day if I would let him (he gets 20 minutes a day).

Whereas once he struggled to speak (we called him our cave-child, and his first words were sound effects. He didn’t really talk well until he was four), he now monopolizes most conversations and interjects insightful comments and questions in our Tuesday night Bible studies.

He read his first words independently in October of 2005. I blogged about it that day. He was 7 1/2. The words he read independently were simple three letter words like bat, fat, and cat. This week he finished reading the third book in The Lord of the Rings series. Yes, a boy not reading at 7 read all three books in the LOTR trilogy at 11 (well, 2/3 of them at 10).

He doesn’t wash his face very well, but he still looks like an angel when he kneels to say his prayers.

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