Meet My Family

Boy, I have really been slacking. No posts since October. 2019 WILL be a better year for my blog and for me personally. Although I truly love my job as an Intervention Specialist (special ed teacher), I have just started on the last 5 months of my career. I will be retiring on Sept. 1 after having spent 25+ years in the classroom. I am really ready for this next phase of my life.

That being said, let’s get on with the topic at hand. As my readers my know I have previously introduced them to my oldest daughter, Amanda, and her family. I have also written about my youngest, the only son, Kelsey, in a two part introduction. First I introduced his family and then filled in readers about the chronic foot problems that Kelsey suffers from. I began with the introduction of my youngest daughter, Hilary, and her family.

I saved the introduction of my second child and second daughter until last because she has been in the midst of some major life changes. At last, the changes have been made and I am proud to introduce Breanna Lyne and her family. Breanna’s name takes on parts of my mother’s middle name Ann and her father’s name Lyne.

Breanna Lyne

Breanna lives the farthest away from us, but it is only a little over an hour’s drive. She resides with her long time boyfriend, Kevin.

Brea, as we call her, is finishing her training as an esthetician. You can view her work on her Instagram page at breanna.lyne.esthetics.

I now have a person in the family that can wax my eyebrows for free. A frugal win for me. She has also worked on her sister’s eyelash extensions. Brea is fantastic at her job.

This is the perfect career for her due to her background in art. She is a fabulous artist and is very creative. You can view some of her art on her Instagram at breanna_lyne.

Kevin is also very artistic. He owns and works at his own tattoo shop. You can see some of his work on Instagram also.

Breanna has one daughter who is currently working at an IHop. Savannah is a lovely, young lady with a bubbly personality. She graduated from high school a couple of years ago and is still trying to find a career path that fits her unique abilities and interests.

Both Brea and Savannah are animal lovers and have adopted three rescue dogs between them.

Savannah and Breanna

This completes the introduction of my large extended family. My husband and I currently have 4 children, 4 bonus children (spouses and boyfriends), 12 grandchildren, and 3 great-children. We get together frequently and it is always a blast.

Thank you for letting me introduce my family to you. I would love to meet your family.

I hope to see you back to hear more about the antics of my large, loving, and lunatic family.

My life verse.

Parmesan Crusted Tilapia

 

I am trying to use up some of the things in my freezer before grocery shopping this weekend. I knew I had a some tilapia so I went in search of a recipe that I already had the ingredients on hand. I found this recipe through Pinterest. It was posted by Deborah at Taste and Tell.

Everyone liked this dish. I plan on making it again.

INGREDIENTS

  • 3/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese (I just used some that I already had in the refrigerator.)
  • 2 t. paprika
  • 1 T. chopped parsley
  • 1/4 t. salt (optional)
  • 1 T. extra virgin olive oil
  • 4 tilapia filets (about 8 oz. each)
  • lemon, cut into wedges (I didn’t have any lemons so this was left out.)

DIRECTIONS:

Preheat oven to 400 F. Line a baking sheet with foil.

In a shallow bowl, mix together the Parmesan, paprika, parsley and salt. Drizzle the tilapia with olive oil, then dredge in the cheese mixture, coating it well. Place on the baking sheet.

Bake until the fish is opaque in the thickest part, 10-12 minutes. Serve with the lemon slices.

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Weekend Recap: April 21-22, 2018

 

It was a busy Saturday. Dylan had spent the night at his cousin’s, his mom was still at the hospital with Zayden until she could be relieved to go to work,

Papa sitting with Zayden in the hospital.

and I had taken Shyla to her first baton competition of the year. Her cousins, Zoey and Autumn are also in this baton troupe. Although, Shyla’s group was sponsoring this one, I had been unable to offer my assistance due to the struggle of juggling the kid’s schedule while the baby was hospitalized.

We got to the elementary school where the competition was being held and had to wait outside until the doors opened. We were actually early for once.

Shyla went to the restroom to change into her baton uniform and we were ready. Her group placed 3rd in their category.

Shyla was also prepared to perform a solo but we had to scratch it due to a mix up with her music. We’ll be better prepared for her solo at the next competition in June.

She also participated in the modeling for the first time. During this she could wear either a dress or another uniform. She had received a long dress at Christmas. (Santa was thinking ahead.)

I am fixing the bow on the back of Shyla’s dress.

I wish we had thought ahead, or more accurately, knew, that we could have signed up for both areas. It would have been some quick changing, but we would have managed it. Several of the girls from other groups did this.

Although she did not place in this section, we learned a lot and will attempt this again at the next competition.

All together it made for a very long day. We had arrived at the school right before 8:30 and everything did not end until 4:00. When we left, I took Shyla to Bob Evans to have an early supper.

Shyla loves ice cream. She could eat it morning, noon, and night.

(Her mom works as a waitress here. It is the original homestead.) We arrived home at 5:30. I was exhausted and collapsed in a chair and watched TV the rest of the evening.

Because the baby had just been released from the hospital the day before, we did not feel that he should go to church Sunday morning. I spent the day trying to catch up on laundry and housework.

I managed to get several loads of laundry done and put away and the kid’s bedrooms vacuumed. My husband washed the dishes.

For supper I went and picked up a pizza and some breadsticks.

It was a long, tiring weekend. I hope that this coming week goes at a little slower pace.