HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Today is the day that we as a country spend time with our families and friends and consider the special blessings that God has put in our lives.

Well we wanted to take a moment from our very hectic morning to share some of ours with you in no particular order:
-Foot Rubs (Regardless of the motivation)
-Great Family relationships
-Spouses (I mean really nothing better than being married)
-Employment (even if goes unappreciated most of the time)
-A super awesome Church family
-Friends that stick (Even if they move hundreds, even thousands of miles away, which they will, of course)
-Those silly moments that just make you laugh and laugh
-Long slow mornings
-Adoption
-Jesus
-Babies (no, not yet!)
-You!

Well, that's just a few, Happy Thanksgiving!
Love Scott and Stephanie

I like my life as a wife.

Hi again, it's me, Stephanie. I just thought that I'd get on here and write (quickly, I promise!) about something that's been going through my head all day long and it seems like something I should be sure to share. (No, I'm not pregnant.)

I really love being a wife. I know I'm still in the whole "newlywed" category, but I don't think that should be used as a positive crutch as if it's sure to stop as soon as we hit the "oldlywed" category, if that makes any sense. I know that things will change over time and with children and house responsibilities and such, but I really love my husband. I'm so glad that I married the man I did and I can't imagine my life being more full of love. It's such an awesome privilege to be able to support him in the ways he needs and appreciates, even if I can't cook anything other than soup and I had to try 3 different times/fabrics to make 1 pair of pajamas!

Anyway, that's all. Scott Rezsnyak is a great man and I'm glad that he's my husband.

a few (not so short) thoughts on food

Okay, okay, I suppose it's time I (Stephanie) put in a thought or two to make sure you realize that there is, in fact, someone else that helps make up the "Family Rezsnyak" as our blog title implies.

I have to admit that I'm a little nervous about coming back into the blogging scene. The last time I tried it, I had travel adventures to write about which made it easy because people that read just wanted to know where I was and what I was doing. I didn't have to come up with anything creative or crazy, I just had to tell my story. Don't get me wrong - I still have a story to tell, it's just that now the plot line involves pretty average things that Scott and I find interesting or most of the time way more funny than most people think, and the scenery doesn't change much. (Well, maybe I take that back about the scenery not changing much - anyone want to help us move this Saturday? wink, wink. nod, nod. just a joke - ask us about it if you don't get it!)

Anyway, like I said, I'm nervous. Be gentle with me.

So, Scott wrote a few days ago that he likes the soups I make. I have to come out first and foremost and give my awesome mom credit for teaching me how to make the best smelling and tasting vegetable beef soup I can possibly imagine. It was a total hit growing up. I think I would have eaten it every winter night if she would have fed it to us, but I also think she would have felt like a bad parent if she fed us the same exact meal for 4 months in a row, so we only ate it a few times a winter. Now that I'm all grown up with a hungry postman husband of my own to feed and my mom has passed the recipe on, you can be sure the smell of vegetable beef soup will be wafting through the halls of building 47 several times a month for the next 4 months!

And, like you heard about the other day, I just learned how to make homemade chicken noodle soup from scratch and holy cow, what a crazy thing that is. I didn't have any idea that such a disgusting mess could come out of a tiny little chicken. Blach. I sure am glad I bought those Pampered Chef kitchen shears to cut through the bones, though!

I forgot to take a picture of the before/during the process, but I sure wish I had. This is the finished product:




















I'm almost done. I just wanted to leave you with some more "food for thought!" This is a picture of the way bowls of ice cream typically look in the Rezsnyak home.

Can you guess whose is whose?


Stay tuned for super exciting entries on auctions and pajamas and other really, really interesting things...

THANK YOU!

Thank you to all who served (or serve) our country selflessly! We owe it all to you!

Just to name a few:
Pastor Keville, N-O
Pastor Case, A
Matt Hess, M
Matt Bex, Af
John Osborne, M
Doug Amidon, N (Stephanie's father)
The Budlong's, N
John M. Kaptan, N-O
Chris Eddy, Af

If you're not on our very incomplete list we still love and thank you for you service!

Now it's your turn, tell us who the vets you know are, and of course- THANK YOUR VETS!

Back to Real Life...

Okay, enough with that politico crap. In all reality I only find that stuff kind of interesting, not really much more than that. It's just really funny to me.

So anyway... as it turns out, my wife can make the best soups in the world. She's already world famous for her Vegetable Beef soup. It's just about the best thing you can eat, the broth is tomato based (I don't know if that's normal or not). But today, she made this Chicken Noodle soup... it was so good! I wanted to take the rest of it to the neighbors and be all like "see, this is good ole regular food, that doesn't stink!" They're (and by "they" I mean the Indian Nationals that live down stairs, the Latina and her Asian husband across the hall, and the woman that looks like she might be Korean-ish and her African-American husband that live directly below us) always making foods that when combined, and sometimes just by themselves, smell wretched! It's so disgusting. I won't go into detail too much about the soup because I'm hoping that she'll actually blog about some stuff soon... that would be pretty cool!

TTYL!
Scott

More Conspiracy...

Generally I'm not one to buy into conspiracy theories, but this one was too much to pass up, check it out. I made reference to it last time... can you guess?

USA! USA! USA!

America. The only country in the world where a kid born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia can become the first black president of the United States.

Amish Sundays

We have these friends, Gavin and Andrea. Gavin is our associate pastor, Andrea is his wife. They told us of these friends they have that lived down in Texas that do this thing they call "Amish Sunday." Amish Sunday is a Sunday when you don't drive more than twenty miles per hour no matter where you're going. It's a blast! Matt Bex and I went from church, one Sunday, to Jreck Subs in Canastota, keeping in the twenty to thirty range the whole time. It was really hard, but it was great. The idea, at least for me, if not the guys from Texas, is that you just take your time, don't care too much about what's happening and just enjoy the day, slowly.

The more I think about Amish Sundays the more I want to institute it as a family rule. On Sundays: No cell phones, no internet, no excessive speeds. Just good quiet times that edify family, friends and community. Did you know that the Amish don't prohibit certain technology just because they're scared of it, or against it for technology sake, they actually try to determine if a piece of technology is either good for the family or bad; is it good for community or does it detract from it? I think this is one of the most beautiful aspects of the Amish faith. That family and community are so much more important to them than convenience and ease of labor. It's pretty great.

So could we really pull that off... I'm not sure. But having a Spiritual environment that really promotes family and community over getting to the next thing as quickly as possible, or having a day when there aren't a thousand text messages being sent to so-and-so, just one day out of the week when we slow down just enough to reflect on God and all that He's done for us, that sounds really good to me.