Maybe right now i want to cry

14 May

It’s been a rough week. And it’s Monday. But things were looking up. I had a lovely post almost finished. I had spent more than an hour and I was proud of it. It was very self-reflective, was helping me clear out some of the chaos I’m dealing with. And somehow, someway, somewhy, it deleted itself.

Note to self, draft posts first, then cut and paste them into the blog. Goodnight world. I’m going to bed and I’ll try again another day.


VVP: Matt’s Authentic Ginger Brew

10 May
Matt's Authentic Ginger Brew It's definitely got some bite and tingle!

Matt’s Authentic Ginger Brew
It’s definitely got some bite and tingle!

My grandma Aggie first introduced me to home sodamaking.  With my help (but moreso my youthful curiosity), she prepared Root Beer for our midsummer family reunions.  I vividly remember the sight and smell of Ramblin’ root beer extract running down a pile of sugar at the bottom of the 5-gallon bucket where she mixed the brew. She bottled in green glass with old-school press-on steel caps (non-twist-off).  I helped haul the bottles out to the lawn to warm in the sun.  After a few days we’d sample one and then move them down to the fridge in the basement to wait for reunion day.

Grandma Aggie with our #1 in 2007, a week before losing her battle with cancer.

Grandma Aggie with our #1 in 2007, a week before losing her battle with cancer.

So, this recipe is a simpler ginger variant of that concept. Not too difficult but I hope you’ll find the results as refreshing and delightful as I do.

Matt’s Authentic Ginger Brew

Ingredients (per 2L bottle)

3 oz of Fresh ginger

1 to 1.5  Lemons (5-6 oz juice)

1 Cup Sugar (experience will help you tweak the sweetness, the yeast consumes a lot of it in the carbonation process)

Water – Approx. 2 liters, lukewarm (80-100 F)

¼ tsp Red Star Yeast (or equal – but not instant or rapid-rise yeast)


Lemon Juicer (any type should do)

Electric Juicer

Large funnel that fits into a 2L bottle

Measuring cups/spoons.

2L Plastic Bottle(s) (sanitized with Hydrogen Peroxide (or bleach) then triple-rinsed with hot water)

Gentle heat source (Hot water heater, Dehydrator)



  1. Juice the Ginger in the electric Juicer.  (Passing it through multiple times helps maximize the squeeze).
  2. Squeeze the lemons.
  3. Add ginger and lemon juices to 2 L Bottle.
  4. Insert funnel and add sugar, shaking if necessary.
  5. Fill the bottle with water (leaving about 1” of headspace).
  6. Add Yeast.
  7. Cap and Shake until all sugar is dissolved.
  8. Lay bottles down in a warm location (I put mine on the Hot Water Heater) but you can use a dehydrator set to about 95F.
  9. Check bottles at least daily (squeeze to test firmness) – usually it’s ready in 24-48 hours.
  10. Refrigerate until consumption when bottles are pressurized (firm to the squeeze). If left out, bottles will continue to pressurize and that’s not good. See Caution below.

NOTE: The heat helps the yeast get started and work faster.  I’ve achieved decent carbonation in as little as 18 hours.  Store in a cooler place if you don’t want the pressure to build too fast.

CAUTION: Beware of overpressurization & bursting bottles! Based on my previous Rocket Launch testing, these bottles can handle over 150 PSI. But if left for too long, the trapped carbon dioxide will exceed this.  The plastic can stretch slowly and possibly burst.  If the bottle gets taller or stretch marks appear in the plastic at the neck, be very careful in handling the bottles.  Pressure can be relieved by slowly opening the cap…but beware of the foam.

NOTE: When I mixed the lemon and ginger juice, the solution became slightly pink.  I am not sure if this affected the flavor but taste may be slightly different if the juices are added to the water separately.

Thanks for coming!!

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MAKING GINGER ALE AT HOME  by David B. Fankhauser, Ph.D.


Oh yeah, well I want a Bentley.

10 May

Written May 8th, 11:30pm:

A few years back I was in the checkout line with my two older kids at Target. In front of me, the little boy probably three or four years old in his hipster digs was giving his mom the “I want, I want, I want” treatment. And she turned to him, with her perfectly coiffed hair and manicure, and said with a smirk and completely seriously, “Yeah, well Mommy wants a Bentley, and I don’t have one!” And she turned back and continued talking on her phone while the poor woman checking her out was ignored. When we got out to our car, I saw her loading her kids and groceries into a very nice BMW, nicer than any car I’ve dreamed of having.

This has become a bit of a long-running joke in our house, because of course I told my husband immediately. Now every time we hear someone doing the entitlement oneupmanship of first world magnitude, we give each other that look and say, “Oh yeah, well I want a Bentley!”

Matt has been out of town a lot lately, and with two sick kids during trip, I’ve been getting 2-3 hours of sleep a night. While I’m trying to keep it together, I’m not sure I’m succeeding, my patience is running short. Tonight during family scripture reading well past bedtime, child #3 was attacking the scriptures and #2 was wriggling in total distraction. I read two verses planning to call it sufficient, walk out of the room, and check-off the scripture study box. But somehow that little window of opportunity eeked opened and #1 and I talked about what I’d read. Alma 1:26-28:

26 …and thus they were all equal, and they did all labor, every man according to his strength.

27 And they did impart of their substance, every man according to that which he had, to the poor, and the needy, and the sick, and the afflicted; and they did not wear costly apparel, yet they were neat and comely.

28 And thus they did establish the affairs of the church; and thus they began to have continual peace again, notwithstanding all their persecutions.

I hope you find these verses to be powerful, especially the first, regardless of your affiliation. As we talked about it, my son (almost six) told me he’d been praying for opportunities to find ways to give to others, to serve them, expressing a desire and willingness even to give his money to people who didn’t have any. Naturally, I was confused and floored, since in all my age and wisdom and learning I don’t pray for half those opportunities. After I regained composure and picked myself up, we talked about how his money was important to save right now, but that it was important to take opportunities to serve others, to be kind and neighborly, to get doors for the umpteen million women at church, to help with groceries and be polite.

(I promise I’m going to tie this all together. Stay with me.)

Lastly, I’ve been reflecting on a meeting with our stake president two years ago Cinco de Mayo, before he called Matt to be the Bishop of our ward. I remember him asking if I was willing to share my husband with the ward (for this post’s sake, let’s equate husband with substance, since he is mine after all, right?). Five years prior, when Matt was called to his first bishopric, our then-bishop half-jokingly told me Matt and I were too cuddly and had to be separated. And so, for six of the last seven years, we have sat apart at Church, him on the stand and me wrangling children. In addition, he spends countless hours and days outside of Sunday worship counseling, supporting, conducting, aiding, and serving.

When the Stake President asked me to share my “substance”, I had no idea what I was agreeing to. I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t know to what degree. And there have been blessings, great ones I’m sure, but sometimes I cry and wish I’d said no. I’m human, mortal and very, very tired, and sometimes very, very selfish. I am not justifying, just explaining.

But then I realize, in the midst of all my chaos, that to others I must sound very much like the woman in Target – I WANT A BENTLEY! I’m laughing at myself right now, because my complaints of fatigue, loneliness, and anxiety, though real, are from doing very good things. The kinds of things that make life worth living.

Life isn’t about awesomeness all the time. It isn’t about me getting my way, about that perfect, idyllic life, but about becoming a better person. And at least I know I improve when I give more of myself and learn to love as God does – and it invariably comes back for the better. Call it Karma if you’d prefer.

Verse 28 talks about having “continual peace”. I could chase dreams, do cool things and get high-fives for being smart, mark things off my non-existent bucket list, even get a big house and a Bentley, but there’s a good chance it wouldn’t make me happier than having “continual peace”. And maybe I’ll still do or have many of those things – they aren’t inherently bad, and maybe I won’t. But I definitely won’t be happier if I dwell on them or make them my focus.

An Authentic Life isn’t about doing and having what I want all the time, but about doing what’s best. And being a believer in a loving Father, my guess is He’s got a better idea of what I need than I have.

Inspiration in Nashville

7 May

As we discover more fully what motivates and drives us, I find myself hyper-curious about what drives other people.  What makes successful people tick?  What makes happy people happy?  I’ve learned enough to know that happiness is not about what you’ve been given but what you make of it. Just because I know this, do I believe and apply it?

Volunteer String Band at Bootlegger's Inn. Check out the lights.

Volunteer String Band at Bootlegger’s Inn. Check out the lights.

While watching some fun and lively bluegrass (the Volunteer String Band) while in Nashville for the WEF Biosolids Conference, I marveled at the skills of these fine musicians picking their tunes during a humble, Monday-night performance.  Before they confirmed it, I suspected they were playing for tips only…to be split between the 4 of them.

I didn’t crunch the numbers but would guess that tips may nearly cover their transportation costs.  I sat there and I wondered how they mustered the strength to get up in the morning (or in the early afternoon?). How did they keep practicing? Did they have a day job? How did they not get discouraged? How would it be to have your skills and your passion underappreciated and mostly unnoticed? How would it be to work so hard for so little? How do they make a Banjo or a Mando sound so amazing?

In the dim light of the mason-jar chandeliers and through the glowing blue spotlight, I saw something in this backwoods-looking crew. They didn’t much care what I thought. They didn’t quit if the gig didn’t pay much. It was far more than a job or a gig to them. For them, it was an opportunity. They were going to do what they do it as well as they could and then practice more. And come back again next week better than before. And there they were. Playing because they loved to play and perhaps even lived to play.

Their strength and motivation was internal. Sure, they wanted some tips to cover some costs. But that wasn’t why they were there. Quite simply, it couldn’t have been. They were there because they loved doing what they were doing. And it showed. They had fun. Under ANY circumstance. It was as if they decided this and their approach would have been the same no matter what.

I don’t think it’s always bad to do things for external reasons. In part, that’s why this blog exists. We are social beings, after all. We are fueled and lifted to new heights by others. However, I am reminded that I could use a little more of that internal fire to help determine what I need to do to accomplish, grow and improve.

Perhaps I lie in wait for that perfect venue. That sublime moment where all of my efforts and talents are recognized and rewarded for what I feel they are worth. I wait for the stars to align instead of acting to align the things that I can actually move and control.

So, here’s a big step for me. I’m sure this post isn’t perfect. I’m sure there’s a typo. I could have expressed something better or worded it differently.  I could second-guess this thing to pure inaction…or just click the publish button. (Note to reader: If you are seeing this, I succeeded!)

Historical marker near the Ryman Auditorium. Bluegrass seems like it has been around longer.

Historical marker near the Ryman Auditorium. Bluegrass seems like it should be older than it’s December 1945 birthday makes it.

Lined with Restaurants, Bars, Dives, etc. filled to the brim with live music.

Broadway near the Ryman. Lined with Restaurants, Bars, Dives, etc. filled to the brim with live music.


A beginning in the middle

7 May

Us. Me and that guy.

Have you found yourself thinking at the end of a very long and very exhausting day, “Can someone please tell me how in the WORLD I got here?” I don’t mean that in a negative way so much as a moment of bewilderment and confusion. It’s that WHOA moment when suddenly we realize we’re “grown-ups” with “grown-up responsibilities”, that we are someone’s Mom or Dad or Boss or Husband or a Missus or a Ma’am and we have bills to pay and we like to read the news and drink tea and listen to classical music and shake our heads at those “young whippersnappers” and try to take the elusive naps.

And have you found yourself there more than once? Many times more than once? I did. We did. And quite honestly, we aren’t terribly happy about it. It’s not that life is bad, but we keep asking ourselves “What in the freak just happened?” (A KidHistory #6 reference, if you’re wondering.) And life has become so busy we’re afraid the the ruts are too deep, that the current has carried us too far, not only from our dreams, but from hoping for dreams.

We still have unfinished the baseboards after taking them off 5 1/2 years ago. The kitchen hasn’t been painted (let alone remodeled), the basement bedroom doesn’t exist, the upstairs walls are still a dreadful shade of taupe, and our “baby” – now one – still doesn’t sleep through the night. Never mind that we’re in our 3-5 year starter home 6 years later. We used to hike, camp, bike, go for walks, eat just guacamole and chips for dinner (without guilt), and we talked. We slept at night. We had friends. We traveled and roadtrips were fun. And there is more, more that we can’t even remember yet.

Don’t get me wrong, I know what we’ve been doing. There are ALWAYS trade-offs in life. We have three amazing children. Matt has been progressing in his career and serving as a member of our ward’s bishopric and as bishop. I graduated from law school and passed the bar exam. We have a garden, we are homeschooling, we’re teaching kids to ride bikes and wear underwear, we’re folding laundry and doing dishes and making sandwiches. We are busy people.

But despite being busy, we wrestle with knowing whether we’re busy doing the best things. We have many good things in life, and some better things, but have we let things of potentially lesser importance dominate our lives such that we’ve prevented ourselves from doing the best things?

Are we seeing life in the short-term?

Are we letting the immediate conversation impede progress in our marriage?

Are we afraid to set long-term goals because we can’t wrap our heads around anything beyond next week?

Are we spending money on things that we don’t want/need/love/have room for?

Are we attempting to manufacture a life that doesn’t fit our needs?

Are we laughing enough?

Are we teaching our children the values needed to prepare them for adulthood, not just their next birthday?

Are we doing things just because we’re “supposed to” or because we are trying to keep up with perceived identities?

Is guilt a more powerful motivator than love or hope?

Have we lost sight of Matt and Amanda, both collectively and individually?

Do our children know that we are that we “might have joy”, or do they think we are that “we might be martyrs”?

This brings us to I can’t succinctly put into words what the point of this blog is, because quite honestly, I don’t think even we know. Hopefully it will evolve and we will evolve with it.  I do know that it will be for us to talk to each other and to tell each other what is in our hearts. And that we will remember things we loved, and things we’ve done, and what we want. And we will move on. We will try new things and wonder why we waited so long. And if anyone is out there to listen, we’ll tell you too. And maybe you’ll call us out when we can’t see past the ends of our noses. Or maybe we’ll help you learn something and begin your own journey to authenticity. Or maybe I’ll just use this to ramble and Matt will have someone to tell his stories to that isn’t already late getting to bed.

No, this isn’t an Eat, Pray, Love deal. I don’t believe in ditching life and chasing the “ideal”. Life is now, and we begin where we are. There is not other place to begin. We won’t toss our core values into the trash and pretend they don’t matter. Rather, hopefully, we’ll find those core values and make them matter more instead of letting the passing fancies of the world sway us to-and-fro.

And so, we begin.

Try two

2 May

Anybody? Anybody?

Getting started

2 May

First we need to get this running – up and happy.