Wednesday, October 29, 2008

My Girlie

I have come to realize that Isabel is going to be better dressed than I am! Not necessarily by choice (I LOVE nice clothes), but due to the generosity of friends, family, and coworkers. Check out the adorable hand-made items she received today from Mrs. Zuzik and Mrs. Stough! I need to direct your attention to the hangers as well. Linda said that she had saved them from the time she was a baby, so that she could give them to her own daughters some day. Since neither of her daughters have children, she generously gave me two "antique" hangers. They are amazing in and of themselves!!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Post #3

Maybe I've had too much time on my hands today...or maybe I just haven't blogged in a while. Regardless of the reason, here is post #3!

After Krista mentioned "Plain Truth" by Jodi Picoult, I had to read it. I loved "My Sister's Keeper," but hadn't read anything else by the author. I picked up "Plain Truth" at the library and really enjoyed the read. Though it did contain a few foul words, the book was well worth the read. Entertaining and easy, just what I needed as I ticked away the minutes on the elliptical. Picoult gave a vivid description of the Amish community, and dispelled many of the myths I had previously held about the Plain people. It is truly a fascinating culture, one which defies the selfishness and pride of our nation. If for no other reason, the book is worth the read to learn about the Amish community of Lancaster County. In true Picoult style, there was a major twist in the novel. This time, however, Picoult saved the "ohmygoodness" moment for the very last page of the book. Something about that is just not right!!!!

After this light read, I feel like I could use a really deep, need-a-dictionary novel. Any suggestions?

Fall recipe

I love fall-mainly because it's the season for making many of my favorite foods! I posted this recipe in 2005, but thought it could use another nod three years later.

Jewish Apple Cake

4 Lg. apples (anything crunchy will do just fine-I usually use Granny Smith and Red Delicious)
5 T. sugar
2 t. cinnamon

3 C. flour
2 C. sugar
3 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
4 eggs
1 C. oil
1/3 C. Orange Juice
2 1/2 t. vanilla

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Peel, core, and thinly slice apples. In a bowl combine apples with sugar and cinnamon. Let sit while prepping batter.

Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl. Pour liquid ingredients over dry. Mix well.

In a greased and floured tube pan (or bundt), layer batter and apples, starting and ending with batter. Make sure the batter is covered with the apples, but not too thickly or it won't bake through.

Bake for 1 1/2 hours. At times I've needed to bake for almost 2 hours.

our bags are packed and we're....

Waiting...=) I wish we were off to some exotic location for a week long getaway! However, the suitcase is my hospital bag, and the trip is only a 20 minute drive to York Hospital. I spent this weekend further preparing for Isabel and that included packing my hospital bag. I know we're three weeks away yet, but I like to be prepared. What can I say?!

I have a list that I packed from, yet I wonder what I will REALLY need. Any pointers? What do you wish you had thought to pack? What item was most helpful to you during your short 48 hour stay in the hospital?

Friday, October 17, 2008

For Laura

Raccoon and I go way back. Sort of like my friendship with the Jacobs family. Laura and I met while playing hopscotch in "K Ct." I remember that day like it was yesterday. I also remember the day that Beth thought it would be a grand idea to torture my fragile little soul. We were vacationing together as families in Ocean City, MD. Our condo was up several flights and overlooked the ocean. Beth was, how shall I say, downright mean to Laura and me. Just ask her, she'd admit that!

It was early in the morning, and Laura, Raccoon and I had sneaked out onto the balcony before anyone was awake. Beth came up behind me and asked to see Raccoon. Naively, I let her hold my dear stuffed animal. A sly grin spread across her face as she dangled him over the balcony. As I screamed for her to stop, she let Raccoon go. He soared down to the ground, until I was no longer able to see him. I was convinced that she had killed him; and I was about to kill her. Laura and I ran inside-me to tell my parents and her to tell her parents. I don't quite remember the sequence of events, but I know that it ended with Beth being scolded and Raccoon being rescued.

Isabel will NOT be allowed to share her raccoon with Cameron OR Beth's newest little one. Ever.

Monday, October 13, 2008


With exactly one month left until Isabel's arrival, I have begun to feel incredibly overwhelmed. Over the last two days, I have been surrounded by friends, coworkers and family to help celebrate this little one's arrival. I have sat back in awe at God's amazing goodness to us. He has richly provided EVERYTHING she will need to settle into our home. I was in bed Saturday night and began crying (I am sure you're shocked!) as I recalled those who have made lasting imprints on my life. Almost all of those women attended one of my baby showers. Amazing grace. Even more amazing that they will be a part of my daughter's life as well.

Though we received a TON of gifts, I have several favorites-shhh....
1. The Pink Chucks from my cousin.
2. The smocked dress from my aunt.
3. The RACCOON from my mom!!!!

Story of raccoon: Yesterday, at my church shower, I received a box from my mom, labeled "continuing a Turek tradition." Inside was a stuffed raccoon. Why? Well, as a baby, I received a stuffed raccoon that I slept with until the week of my wedding. No kidding. I had to slowly wean myself off before my wedding night. First Raccoon (yes, that is his name) slept on my pillow instead of under my arm. The next night he slept by my side, then at my feet, and then on the floor. Now, he rests securely in the closet. I was honestly considering bringing him out to watch over Isabel. Now, Isabel will have her own raccoon to love and sleep with until she is married!

Monday, October 06, 2008


For those of you who don't know Miguel, it may come as a surprise that he is quite the practical joker. He loves to scare people, just ask Josh Jones! For years, Miguel has played pranks on friends, coworkers, and anyone else who will fall for his antics.

This past weekend was my turn. I borrowed a plastic spider from my nephew, Oren, after he scared me with it. My sole intent was to "get" Miguel. As we were heading out Saturday morning, I put the spider on the handle of his truck, knowing that he would see it as he went to get in the truck. Much to my dismay, he grabbed the handle and the spider fell off. No reaction. He didn't see the spider and had to run back into the house. I discreetly grabbed the spider off the ground and placed it back on the handle for another try. Again, he opened the door and the spider fell off. Darn, I thought I had failed. However, he saw it fall, raised his hands in the air and gave a shriek.

Mission accomplished! Ahh, I laughed so hard. Gotcha babe!

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Did I hear that right?!

I must be a magnet for odd and inappropriate pregnant comments....

Coworker 1: I think I saw your bellybutton popping out. How cute.
Coworker 2: And, I have to say, I saw you waddling when you came in. You said you wouldn't waddle.
Me: You can stop talking to me now.

HELLO????! First of all, I don't waddle, I swear. Second of all, even if I did, do you think I'd need someone to tell me?!

Me to one of my students: Do you want to feel the baby?
Student, after feeling my belly: Oh, she's CUTE!
Me: How do you know? You can see her.
Student: She FEELS cute.

How sweet. Odd, but sweet.

What's the most bizarre thing anyone said or did to you while pregnant?

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


Every Wednesday, we take our class to an assisted living home, called the Lutheran Home. The students help clear the dining hall from lunch, set it up for dinner, and then they play card games with several of the residents. I was all set for a nice leisurely afternoon, supervising a game of Rummy. However, upon arrival, one of the ladies asked a student to paint her nails. I promptly volunteered to paint her nails, knowing full well that the student would end up painting her entire hand.

Moments later, one of the employees comes out with two HUGE bins of nail care products. Not only was I painting, but I was to file, soak, clean, push cuticles, paint AND dry these ladies' nails. WOW! I had 1.25 hours and only managed to get through three women. My calling in life is surely not to be a manicurist. But, I did hear some fascinating stories. One woman turns 100 next week. Another was a war bride and lost her first daughter at age 6 to a rare intestinal problem. The last woman just wanted to remind me NOT to paint her nails, as it makes them split. Just file them down; they're really strong and so it might be tough work going.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time with these women, and realize I have much to learn from past generations.