Christmas has come and gone and the hubby was still not home. He spent Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Christmas night in the hospital.
My beautiful family voted to wait to open presents till the next night as the MD told him he could leave on the 25th or the 26th and he said he wanted to stay till the 26th because he wanted to be "sure" he would not be back.
All is well with this decision until the new hospitalist decided he would round at 5pm on the 26th. He then told my husband he will have to be on coumadin the rest of his life...probably...and needs genetic testing! What????? You should have seen the hubby's text to me on this one!
Text? huh? don't you live at the hospital?
Well, when I can, I still have to work, eat, and sleep (thank goodness for Unisom this go round). So, I was at home enjoying the snow and prepping for Christmas presents without my husband for my fabulously adorable Nephew E.
So we had a partial Christmas opening without my beloved. No worries...I emailed him multiple photos of E opening and such. He loved them.
So, the night of the 26th he had an abdominal ultrasound and a should x-ray series. I arrive the morning of the 27th prior to work and both are clear and his INR is within therapeutic range.
While at work I receive the text I have been praying for. "Going home, doctor released me." I fly from DeKalb to Texarkana. Which is about thirty minutes instead of 45 to an hour! I was careful, I promise!
We then park it for about an hour and a half.
After getting him settled a friend stops by with his favorite soda and treats. What a great man he is. Another friend left a bottle of bubbly on our front stoop!
My parents came as the hubs was coming down from his hospital drug high. The hubby wanted to open gifts! Though he was exhausted and we all did this slowly I think he enjoyed himself during that hour. After, he collapsed in a deep sleep and is still in it. Exactly where he should be; the dream land in his own chair, with his fireplace roaring, and his two dogs laying by his side protecting him.
Thank God for good family, friends, and sisterhoods.
A
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
my honey
Today I walk into my honey's hospital room and there are more concerns. His lung has partially collapsed.
After all of this I recognize how much I love my husband. I always have loved him and he knew it. I handed him my heart in high school. We never did the on again/ off again dating like other high school kids. We were always solid. Still are.
The missing of things is hard.
I miss his silly sore, his warmth in bed beside me, the dirty socks all around the floor, and the way the dogs run through the house to greet him.
I miss his ice cold feet on my leg when lying in bed, the scent of his hair, the silly back and forth of when we are both trying to cook, and the way he scrolls through Netflix for 'hours' when it is really only minutes.
I miss hearing him call my silly woman, the feel of his hand holding mine with strength, the joy in his laugh, the groan when he hears Christmas music, and the all of the everyday little things that make our marriage what it is.
Right now I am honoring my vow of through sickness and health, through better or for worse. I don't mind it. I like being there for him. I HATE that he is sick and hurting. I just want to make it better and I can't.
He will be home and well soon. Soon is in God's time. That I must remember. This is all in God's hands. This does not negate that I should advocate for him, help the honey up and down, walk him through the hospital, leave him to the quite of a room for a time, etc.
Right now, I have learned, that I am all he wants. He likes it when I am with him and he always wants my hugs. Apparently, I am the best thing since sliced bread. i can handle that happily.
However, he also wants me to come home and rest. He is right, but it is so hard.
So, in summary, I love him, he loves me, we miss each other, and all in God's time.
xox
After all of this I recognize how much I love my husband. I always have loved him and he knew it. I handed him my heart in high school. We never did the on again/ off again dating like other high school kids. We were always solid. Still are.
The missing of things is hard.
I miss his silly sore, his warmth in bed beside me, the dirty socks all around the floor, and the way the dogs run through the house to greet him.
I miss his ice cold feet on my leg when lying in bed, the scent of his hair, the silly back and forth of when we are both trying to cook, and the way he scrolls through Netflix for 'hours' when it is really only minutes.
I miss hearing him call my silly woman, the feel of his hand holding mine with strength, the joy in his laugh, the groan when he hears Christmas music, and the all of the everyday little things that make our marriage what it is.
Right now I am honoring my vow of through sickness and health, through better or for worse. I don't mind it. I like being there for him. I HATE that he is sick and hurting. I just want to make it better and I can't.
He will be home and well soon. Soon is in God's time. That I must remember. This is all in God's hands. This does not negate that I should advocate for him, help the honey up and down, walk him through the hospital, leave him to the quite of a room for a time, etc.
Right now, I have learned, that I am all he wants. He likes it when I am with him and he always wants my hugs. Apparently, I am the best thing since sliced bread. i can handle that happily.
However, he also wants me to come home and rest. He is right, but it is so hard.
So, in summary, I love him, he loves me, we miss each other, and all in God's time.
xox
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Rupture Saga Continues
As Christmas time is upon us my honey decided he needed to be back at the hospital to spread some good cheer.
We were up and down Wednesday night as Michael was having pain. About every 20-30 minutes. As I was up, I got out of the house at 6am and drove into work. It was windy, gusts up to 60mph, so another employee and I followed each other in. As I left the hosue he said, "don't worry about me. I will call you later."
Normal dealio right?
Worked and got tons done in the quite of the morning. In the middle of a meeting he calls me. I never take calls during meetings, but as he has been in the hospital everyone understood. It was 10:30am. He told me he had blood in the toilet. I told him I would be home soon. I leapt out of my chair and flew out of my office.
When I arrived at the house he was looking like his appendix had ruptured again. He refused, of course, my offer to take him to the hospital. So...I began prepping the house, dogs, and his bag. Well, I was right again. He then started shaking and off we went along with his temperature of 99.9%.
We got to the ER and nurse at the desk did not believe me that he had a temp as it was lower. He started to throw up and it tasted like lemon. Weird, huh? Once he was actually admitted, four hours later, the nursing staff though so too.
After an awful exam he received dilauded. Yeah!
Then a dx of C-Diff. Ugh!
We finally got upstairs after eight hours in the hospital already. Now fully admitted and with a dx treatment began.
Another night of no sleep for either of us. In just two days it will be exactly a month since his emergency surgery.
So many lessons learned about how strong our marriage is, how funny my hubby can be, how much we love each other, how much we balance each other out. He is calm, I am not. I am high keyed, he is a pen cap pusher. We both like to hug and pet and pamper. As i take care of him he is always insisting that I sit, rest, nap, sleep...etc. Which I never do any of.
He is my world.
We were up and down Wednesday night as Michael was having pain. About every 20-30 minutes. As I was up, I got out of the house at 6am and drove into work. It was windy, gusts up to 60mph, so another employee and I followed each other in. As I left the hosue he said, "don't worry about me. I will call you later."
Normal dealio right?
Worked and got tons done in the quite of the morning. In the middle of a meeting he calls me. I never take calls during meetings, but as he has been in the hospital everyone understood. It was 10:30am. He told me he had blood in the toilet. I told him I would be home soon. I leapt out of my chair and flew out of my office.
When I arrived at the house he was looking like his appendix had ruptured again. He refused, of course, my offer to take him to the hospital. So...I began prepping the house, dogs, and his bag. Well, I was right again. He then started shaking and off we went along with his temperature of 99.9%.
We got to the ER and nurse at the desk did not believe me that he had a temp as it was lower. He started to throw up and it tasted like lemon. Weird, huh? Once he was actually admitted, four hours later, the nursing staff though so too.
After an awful exam he received dilauded. Yeah!
Then a dx of C-Diff. Ugh!
We finally got upstairs after eight hours in the hospital already. Now fully admitted and with a dx treatment began.
Another night of no sleep for either of us. In just two days it will be exactly a month since his emergency surgery.
So many lessons learned about how strong our marriage is, how funny my hubby can be, how much we love each other, how much we balance each other out. He is calm, I am not. I am high keyed, he is a pen cap pusher. We both like to hug and pet and pamper. As i take care of him he is always insisting that I sit, rest, nap, sleep...etc. Which I never do any of.
He is my world.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
The Rupture Follow-Up
As we got home we were so happy. Many days and nights of sleep later he was feeling much better.
On the other hand, my sleep has been awful. Up and down with him every few hours, then is was about every four, and still about every six. Sleep is eleuding me now due to nightmares. Not about his illness, just in general.
Then he got a fever. We wound up back at the ER for a few hours. As soon as I went up to ask how much longer we would be there he was called. Of course, he just had us pack up our crosswords and word searches because his fever had broken.
He has had his first day back to work. It went okay. However, the first night home; not so hot. He has now rested all day and will have day two tomorrow at his work.
I have learned many wife lessons through this ordeal and will probobly write them down. Right now, my goal is to continue to be the best I can be for him.
On the other hand, my sleep has been awful. Up and down with him every few hours, then is was about every four, and still about every six. Sleep is eleuding me now due to nightmares. Not about his illness, just in general.
Then he got a fever. We wound up back at the ER for a few hours. As soon as I went up to ask how much longer we would be there he was called. Of course, he just had us pack up our crosswords and word searches because his fever had broken.
He has had his first day back to work. It went okay. However, the first night home; not so hot. He has now rested all day and will have day two tomorrow at his work.
I have learned many wife lessons through this ordeal and will probobly write them down. Right now, my goal is to continue to be the best I can be for him.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Rupture for Thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving day we were going to volunteer at the homeless shelter to serve Thanksgiving lunch. I did this as a child and it was time to share it with the hubs.
Well, the hubs began to feel ill Thursday morning so we decided to stay home. We changed back into our PJ's and watched some TV. He took a long nap. He had some tummy pain and such; no fever, no massive amounts of pain. I asked him if he thought it was appendicitis or a kidney stone. Nope, not that kind of pain.
Then I began to feel puny. I was up and down all Thursday night with an upset tummy. Some wonderful friends brought over Thanksgiving dinner for us to eat. BTW, it was awesome. We thought we had the flu. I even posted in my blog about staying home so not to share germs.
The hubs felt well enough to go to work for Black Friday at the big orange HD. They sent him home after four hours due to a fever and not being 'himself'. i.e. snapping, upset, and overly verbal. wink wink.
So he came home and slept. I had called in because I did not want to get anyone else sick. My nursing home residents and staff would not have wanted what I had.
Well, he took some naps after coming home from work. Then his fever sky rocketed, he got the shakes. The shakes were like convulsions they were so strong. He wouldn't listen to be about a doc. I called a wonderful redheaded lady that is an RN that lives just a few blocks from me. She brought her thermometer and brought the manual cuff. I had an electric one, but gosh, she would never use that. Oh, and BTW if you are an adult without kids, own a thermometer for goodness sake. I sure didn't. In fact, my RN friend left hers with me for the future!
Anyway, she told him (just like I had) ER or a clinic. He chose the clinic. There were 30, count them, T-H-I-R-T-Y people in front of him. I filled his paperwork out sitting on the outside side walk next to a Mom with her sick teenager because we couldn't sit inside as all the seats were taken. We left our phone number with the clerk and picked up dog food, Poweraid, juice, and "get well people food". He stayed wrapped up in a quilt from Great Aunt.
When we returned we still had nine people in front of him. He decided to get out of the car for a call of nature. He could barely stand, almost screamed, and had to 'hobble' into the restroom inside the building.
At this point he had told me multiple times not to be the "health care, forceful provider". Hah! I went up to the window and waited. When the young brunette opened the window I stated: "You are going to see my husband, you are going to see him now. I know there are other sicker people in front of him, but he can barely stand he is in so much pain. You ARE going to see him now." I almost choked on the words as I began to cry. My husband never hurts.
They saw him within 2 minutes.
He was coming off the table he was in so much pain. They told him they were going to direct admit him to the hospital of our choice because he probably had a ruptured appendix and needed a CT within the hour. He refused; well duh; of course he did.
I had to explain that he would only be a direct admit to the ER if he did what the PA-C said. Notice, I explained it, not the clinical professional. He still refused. I told the guy I would drive him to Christus. He said he would call over so it would be a direct admit. We saw them for 60 seconds, maybe.
When got him to CSM the guy had NOT called. I argued to the clerk in blue scrub: "The XXX clinic said he needed in one hour as he had a ruptured appendix." They said they would call the clinic. They hadn't. I repeated myself and was and Advocate (xitch) for the love of my life. The clerk rolled his eyes and handed the admission sheet to an RN that I danced with when were children. She took this seriously and did everything should could. Awesome.
We were in the ER for a number of hours waiting on the CT, lab work, etc. The pain meds didn't work. They only brought him to a 9 when had been a 10+ pain. Then the doc came.
Surgery for a ruptured appendix with peritonitis at 9:10pm. While he was under I picked the Hubby's toothbrush, deodorant, etc. up. I was back within 20 minutes (that's stretching it). I then pounded on off buttons of annoying channels in the surgery waiting room. Why can't we have no TV in this space? Hello!?
He was out within 45 minutes and the surgeon told me he did well, yet the abdomen was very infected and we had to keep watch for sepsis.
Hubby was in the hospital for 9 midnights, 10 days. 10 bags of Zocin, 10 bags of Flagyl. Wow.
During these 10 days my good friends provided me with wonderful BBQ, Julie's Deli, Home Depot Christmas hats, and more prayer than I could imagine. Hubby and I love all of you!
We are 17 days out of surgery and there is still pain. Please continue to pray for the Hubs.
Love to all.
Well, the hubs began to feel ill Thursday morning so we decided to stay home. We changed back into our PJ's and watched some TV. He took a long nap. He had some tummy pain and such; no fever, no massive amounts of pain. I asked him if he thought it was appendicitis or a kidney stone. Nope, not that kind of pain.
Then I began to feel puny. I was up and down all Thursday night with an upset tummy. Some wonderful friends brought over Thanksgiving dinner for us to eat. BTW, it was awesome. We thought we had the flu. I even posted in my blog about staying home so not to share germs.
The hubs felt well enough to go to work for Black Friday at the big orange HD. They sent him home after four hours due to a fever and not being 'himself'. i.e. snapping, upset, and overly verbal. wink wink.
So he came home and slept. I had called in because I did not want to get anyone else sick. My nursing home residents and staff would not have wanted what I had.
Well, he took some naps after coming home from work. Then his fever sky rocketed, he got the shakes. The shakes were like convulsions they were so strong. He wouldn't listen to be about a doc. I called a wonderful redheaded lady that is an RN that lives just a few blocks from me. She brought her thermometer and brought the manual cuff. I had an electric one, but gosh, she would never use that. Oh, and BTW if you are an adult without kids, own a thermometer for goodness sake. I sure didn't. In fact, my RN friend left hers with me for the future!
Anyway, she told him (just like I had) ER or a clinic. He chose the clinic. There were 30, count them, T-H-I-R-T-Y people in front of him. I filled his paperwork out sitting on the outside side walk next to a Mom with her sick teenager because we couldn't sit inside as all the seats were taken. We left our phone number with the clerk and picked up dog food, Poweraid, juice, and "get well people food". He stayed wrapped up in a quilt from Great Aunt.
When we returned we still had nine people in front of him. He decided to get out of the car for a call of nature. He could barely stand, almost screamed, and had to 'hobble' into the restroom inside the building.
At this point he had told me multiple times not to be the "health care, forceful provider". Hah! I went up to the window and waited. When the young brunette opened the window I stated: "You are going to see my husband, you are going to see him now. I know there are other sicker people in front of him, but he can barely stand he is in so much pain. You ARE going to see him now." I almost choked on the words as I began to cry. My husband never hurts.
They saw him within 2 minutes.
He was coming off the table he was in so much pain. They told him they were going to direct admit him to the hospital of our choice because he probably had a ruptured appendix and needed a CT within the hour. He refused; well duh; of course he did.
I had to explain that he would only be a direct admit to the ER if he did what the PA-C said. Notice, I explained it, not the clinical professional. He still refused. I told the guy I would drive him to Christus. He said he would call over so it would be a direct admit. We saw them for 60 seconds, maybe.
When got him to CSM the guy had NOT called. I argued to the clerk in blue scrub: "The XXX clinic said he needed in one hour as he had a ruptured appendix." They said they would call the clinic. They hadn't. I repeated myself and was and Advocate (xitch) for the love of my life. The clerk rolled his eyes and handed the admission sheet to an RN that I danced with when were children. She took this seriously and did everything should could. Awesome.
We were in the ER for a number of hours waiting on the CT, lab work, etc. The pain meds didn't work. They only brought him to a 9 when had been a 10+ pain. Then the doc came.
Surgery for a ruptured appendix with peritonitis at 9:10pm. While he was under I picked the Hubby's toothbrush, deodorant, etc. up. I was back within 20 minutes (that's stretching it). I then pounded on off buttons of annoying channels in the surgery waiting room. Why can't we have no TV in this space? Hello!?
He was out within 45 minutes and the surgeon told me he did well, yet the abdomen was very infected and we had to keep watch for sepsis.
Hubby was in the hospital for 9 midnights, 10 days. 10 bags of Zocin, 10 bags of Flagyl. Wow.
During these 10 days my good friends provided me with wonderful BBQ, Julie's Deli, Home Depot Christmas hats, and more prayer than I could imagine. Hubby and I love all of you!
We are 17 days out of surgery and there is still pain. Please continue to pray for the Hubs.
Love to all.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Why must we share?
I have been sharing since I was in utero. I am a twin. I had to share my mom's belly. 9 months of sharing 1 square foot. Sharing was not our speciality and we kicked at mom's belly want my brother still didn't turn. I refused to give up the little bit of space I had so he could turn.
Growing up we shared onesies, pets, toys, cars, plastic dinosaurs, rooms, TV time, Grandparents, animal cups, bubble bath, birthday parties, food, and more.
In school we were taught to share all of our experiences in show & tell, we wore Ms. X's awesome white 1960's boots (yes, all girls had to share) in kindergarten, books, crayons, and every little thing that we said "mine" to when we were 2-3 years old.
We shared teachers. One even called me by my brothers name. We had to share that too??? That one kind of upset me as my parents raised us as individuals. They never referred to us as "the twins" in any sentence. We each had a name and they used it and encouraged us to be individuals; while sharing our TI-83.
When boys & girls no longer had cooties, we shared friends. Seeing each other dating our friends was kinda weird. Yet, we were so use to sharing so it never crossed our minds to tell each other no.
Next, we shared long distance cell phone minutes when we lived across the country from each other. We both were okay with that one because we loved talking to each other. Guess what? We were "sharing" our experiences! Ah, lesson learned, right?
Then we got older and had to share our twin with a spouse. Thank goodness we both love each other picks. Now, I also share my brother with his son. Great little guy to take time away from me. I don't mind sharing at all.
All of those wonderful sharing lessons learned and adapted to sooooo.....
Does my spouse HAVE to share his sick germs??? I do not mind sharing the household and garden chores. I do not mind sharing a car when one has to go into the shop. I do not mind sharing my ice cream, for Pete's sake. I actually like sharing kisses (wink).
I am saying MINE and going to try to keep them to myself, just like my small space in your belly...sorry Mom lesson being ignored.
So that I do not accidentally share- as it is ingrained in my being: Do not get within 1 foot of me, do not share my clothes, don't drive my car, and stay away all family and friends. I love you, therefore, I am not going to share!
Growing up we shared onesies, pets, toys, cars, plastic dinosaurs, rooms, TV time, Grandparents, animal cups, bubble bath, birthday parties, food, and more.
In school we were taught to share all of our experiences in show & tell, we wore Ms. X's awesome white 1960's boots (yes, all girls had to share) in kindergarten, books, crayons, and every little thing that we said "mine" to when we were 2-3 years old.
We shared teachers. One even called me by my brothers name. We had to share that too??? That one kind of upset me as my parents raised us as individuals. They never referred to us as "the twins" in any sentence. We each had a name and they used it and encouraged us to be individuals; while sharing our TI-83.
When boys & girls no longer had cooties, we shared friends. Seeing each other dating our friends was kinda weird. Yet, we were so use to sharing so it never crossed our minds to tell each other no.
Next, we shared long distance cell phone minutes when we lived across the country from each other. We both were okay with that one because we loved talking to each other. Guess what? We were "sharing" our experiences! Ah, lesson learned, right?
Then we got older and had to share our twin with a spouse. Thank goodness we both love each other picks. Now, I also share my brother with his son. Great little guy to take time away from me. I don't mind sharing at all.
All of those wonderful sharing lessons learned and adapted to sooooo.....
Does my spouse HAVE to share his sick germs??? I do not mind sharing the household and garden chores. I do not mind sharing a car when one has to go into the shop. I do not mind sharing my ice cream, for Pete's sake. I actually like sharing kisses (wink).
I am saying MINE and going to try to keep them to myself, just like my small space in your belly...sorry Mom lesson being ignored.
So that I do not accidentally share- as it is ingrained in my being: Do not get within 1 foot of me, do not share my clothes, don't drive my car, and stay away all family and friends. I love you, therefore, I am not going to share!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Politics or tea?
To everyone that I am friends with on facebook, pinterest, or on blogging I am tired of reading about your politics. I sip my tea and delete it. It is rude and offensive.
Yes, everyone I know is aware of my political stance; however, I don't go around blabbing it. I am not obnoxious about it. I do not care about your political beliefs because when I do quietly share mine, you yell at me, ignore me, and have been ugly through times.
A question: do you vote? half of you who blab to me DON'T! Yes, I have early voted. Yes, I will be in Austin on election night. This is through a series of life circumstances, and I am getting excieted about it.
So, for the rest of time preceeding election stop texting me, posting to my wall, liking on pinterest, etc. I don't do it to you, so stop doing it to me.
I have ordered political representation shoes from TOMS, and yes I voted an almost straight ticket. Notice, I didn't say which way I voted, nor will I. it is not that I am silent; I am respectful of you.
Now, lets all grow up and stop sharing exactly why we vote the way we do. Keep your mouth shut, go vote, and practice being human.
The next thing I want is a hot cup of tea. Should I throw it into Boston Harbor instead???
Yes, everyone I know is aware of my political stance; however, I don't go around blabbing it. I am not obnoxious about it. I do not care about your political beliefs because when I do quietly share mine, you yell at me, ignore me, and have been ugly through times.
A question: do you vote? half of you who blab to me DON'T! Yes, I have early voted. Yes, I will be in Austin on election night. This is through a series of life circumstances, and I am getting excieted about it.
So, for the rest of time preceeding election stop texting me, posting to my wall, liking on pinterest, etc. I don't do it to you, so stop doing it to me.
I have ordered political representation shoes from TOMS, and yes I voted an almost straight ticket. Notice, I didn't say which way I voted, nor will I. it is not that I am silent; I am respectful of you.
Now, lets all grow up and stop sharing exactly why we vote the way we do. Keep your mouth shut, go vote, and practice being human.
The next thing I want is a hot cup of tea. Should I throw it into Boston Harbor instead???
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
half the sky
http://www.halftheskymovement.org/
If you want to help support women from all over the world read the book, Half The Sky and then watch the documentary on PBS October 1st and 2nd.
Half The Sky authors were the keynote speakers for Association of Junior League's International this past year.
To join the movement go to the above posted website.
If you want to help support women from all over the world read the book, Half The Sky and then watch the documentary on PBS October 1st and 2nd.
Half The Sky authors were the keynote speakers for Association of Junior League's International this past year.
To join the movement go to the above posted website.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A political post; sort of
never, and i mean never, do i post politics. i do not think it is right to accidentally press my beliefs upon others.
that being said, what is in the news regarding a quote from a man running for senate is, basically, insane.
the thought that a woman should lay down and take rape, or control their body so they don't get pregnant is downright disgusting. he is repulsive and abominable.
in my opinion, it doesn't matter his political party. he should rot! there should not be a question of 'asking' him to resign, it should be mandatory!
good men, awesome law enforcement, and other strong women support rape victims, support molestation victims; this guys is anti-human support.
if you read this and you are offended, i apologize for your re-action and not for my beliefs.
please pray for anyone affected by rape or molestation. may God live within every ladies heart that has experience this and empower them. you are respected and loved.
that being said, what is in the news regarding a quote from a man running for senate is, basically, insane.
the thought that a woman should lay down and take rape, or control their body so they don't get pregnant is downright disgusting. he is repulsive and abominable.
in my opinion, it doesn't matter his political party. he should rot! there should not be a question of 'asking' him to resign, it should be mandatory!
good men, awesome law enforcement, and other strong women support rape victims, support molestation victims; this guys is anti-human support.
if you read this and you are offended, i apologize for your re-action and not for my beliefs.
please pray for anyone affected by rape or molestation. may God live within every ladies heart that has experience this and empower them. you are respected and loved.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Sabakka
I love my dog, Sabakka. She is so sweet, smart, and gentle. When I pet her she makes me smile. I love to scratch her little chin and on her soft nose. She kisses my hand while I do that!
I worry for her because of her pain in her hips, her infections in her ears, and her dermatitis. She is my "fur baby".
She loves me unconditionaly and I am proud she is mine.
We rescued her from the North Little Roc shelter and paid $35. We de-wormed her upteen times, taken her to many vet appointments. She is ours and she is beautiful.
She has chewed up belts and shoes, she has eaten things from the trash, she has thrown up at 2am more times than I care to count. She has stollen ice crea out of my bowl and she has kissed away tears.
Sabakka has added so much to my life. I hope an animal has given you many gifts too.
I worry for her because of her pain in her hips, her infections in her ears, and her dermatitis. She is my "fur baby".
She loves me unconditionaly and I am proud she is mine.
We rescued her from the North Little Roc shelter and paid $35. We de-wormed her upteen times, taken her to many vet appointments. She is ours and she is beautiful.
She has chewed up belts and shoes, she has eaten things from the trash, she has thrown up at 2am more times than I care to count. She has stollen ice crea out of my bowl and she has kissed away tears.
Sabakka has added so much to my life. I hope an animal has given you many gifts too.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
More Choices
I wish I had more choices in a certian area of my life. Isn't that weird? I have so many wonderful things in my life. It is one that many envy. I don't blame them.
I am happily married, two fur babies, a lovely home, great volunteer service, nice friends, and a great family.
I enjoy my extra activites such as writing for Four States Magazine and teaching Zumba. Love Junior League, Relay for Life, and more.
One area, however, needs to change. I don't know when it will happen. I hope it happens soon because it is weighing heavy on my heart and my mind. I am looking for something new. I believe I am ready for change. Maybe God dosen't think I am. If I am not ready then I hope he makes me ready.
Faith in myself and faith in my actions; my choices. Please send me strength, grace, and love to share with others.
So much to be grateful for...believe me, I am, I thank Him every day; however, please open one more door for me and then let me have my vacation.
I am happily married, two fur babies, a lovely home, great volunteer service, nice friends, and a great family.
I enjoy my extra activites such as writing for Four States Magazine and teaching Zumba. Love Junior League, Relay for Life, and more.
One area, however, needs to change. I don't know when it will happen. I hope it happens soon because it is weighing heavy on my heart and my mind. I am looking for something new. I believe I am ready for change. Maybe God dosen't think I am. If I am not ready then I hope he makes me ready.
Faith in myself and faith in my actions; my choices. Please send me strength, grace, and love to share with others.
So much to be grateful for...believe me, I am, I thank Him every day; however, please open one more door for me and then let me have my vacation.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Grown Up
When do you grow up?
Do you grow up at 15 when you start making decisions on your own?
Do you grow up when it is your first day off at college?
Do you grow up when you get married?
Do you grow up when you get your first job?
Do you grow up when you change your mind set?
I think it is all in timing and enjoyment in life. You know that you are grown up in the joys, the hugs, the work, the day to day becomes normal. However, your joy with your partner eclipses the world. That is when you grow up. When you love so stronlgy you sacrafice for the love of your life.
Do you grow up at 15 when you start making decisions on your own?
Do you grow up when it is your first day off at college?
Do you grow up when you get married?
Do you grow up when you get your first job?
Do you grow up when you change your mind set?
I think it is all in timing and enjoyment in life. You know that you are grown up in the joys, the hugs, the work, the day to day becomes normal. However, your joy with your partner eclipses the world. That is when you grow up. When you love so stronlgy you sacrafice for the love of your life.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Art Exhibition
http://www.texarkanagazette.com/news/2012/07/27/it-s-never-too-late-for-art-301459.php
My parents had their art exhibition last night. It featured both of them, my Grandfatehr, and their friend. It also had three of my photographs in it.
The staff photogropher at the Texarkana Gazette took this photo.
My parents rock!
My parents had their art exhibition last night. It featured both of them, my Grandfatehr, and their friend. It also had three of my photographs in it.
The staff photogropher at the Texarkana Gazette took this photo. My parents rock!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Women Education PEO Scholarships
Want to help women go to college? Support PEO of Texarkana and do just that. Please join us on August 21st, 4:30pm in your favorite hat at Northridge Country Club. Entry is $25 and will go to a scholorship, loan, or grant for a woman to become educated.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
KC Rice
Tonight I said goodbye to a new friend, Kacey Rice. She has been my Zumba instructor for two months, encouraged me to become an instructor myself and been a good frien.
I will miss her when she is away and will look forward to her visits. I wish her, her husband and her sweet baby good luck and God's blessings.
I will miss her when she is away and will look forward to her visits. I wish her, her husband and her sweet baby good luck and God's blessings.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Granola
http://epubs.democratprinting.com/article/A+Granola+Maker/1076815/0/article.html
A link to one of the articles I have written for Four States Living Magazine of Texarkana!
A link to one of the articles I have written for Four States Living Magazine of Texarkana!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
another step in change
When I began my quest to change I had no idea where life would lead me...and to be honest, I still don't. That is kind of the joy in it.
The thing that seems to be getting back in my blood, heart, and hips is dance. I am doing Zumba, and am contemplating ballet again! I just hope my knee will hold out.
The thing that seems to be getting back in my blood, heart, and hips is dance. I am doing Zumba, and am contemplating ballet again! I just hope my knee will hold out.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
couldn't get it to copy to word....
Source of Recipe
Todd Wilbur
Recipe Introduction
"It would take quite a bit of real lemon juice to give this moist cake loaf clone the perfect lemony tang of the original. Plus, the batter ends up much too thin & the cake that comes out of the oven has a much lighter, less dense, consistency than the coffehouse original. So, to avoid producing a batter that's too runny, we must turn to lemon extract that can be found near vanilla extract in your supermarket. This concentrated lemon flavoring works well with real lemon juice to give us the intense lemon flavor we need. Plus this extract adds just the right amount of lemon goodness to the icing without thinning it out."
List of Ingredients
1 1/2 c all-purpose flour
1/2 t baking soda
1/2 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
3 eggs
1 c granulated sugar
2 T butter, softened
1 t vanilla extract
1 t lemon extract
1/3 c lemon juice
1/2 c vegetable oil
---Lemon Icing---
1 c plus 1 T powdered sugar
2 T whole milk
1/2 t lemon extract
Recipe
Preheat oven to 350°.
Combine flour, baking soda, baking powder & salt in a large bowl.
Use an electric mixer to blend together eggs, sugar, butter, vanilla, lemon extract & lemon juice in a medium bowl. Pour wet ingredient into dry ingredients & blend until smooth.
Add oil & mix well. Pour ingredients into a well-greased 9x5-inch loaf pan. Bake for 45 minutes or until a toothpick stuck into the center of the cake comes out clean. Make the lemon icing by combining ingredients in a small bowl with electric mixer on low speed.
When the lemon loaf is cool, remove it from the pan & frost the top with the lemon icing. When the icing has set up, slice the loaf into eight 1-inch-thick slices.
Makes 8 slices.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Veg then Zumba
The past few days have been fun.
On Saturday my husband and I vegged out. We blew up our air mattress, put it in front of the only TV in the house, and made a nest. We watched movies all day and ate junk food in our PJ's. It has been too long since we did this. It was relaxing and great to cuddle to adventure fliks and romantic comedies.
On Sunday I got up VERY early and drove to Shreveport, LA for Zumba Basic 1 training. Marci Gill was my specalist. I met some really nice ladies, enjoyed the sweat, and the party! I am now certified in Basic 1 and am looking forward to other certifications with Zumba. I am a bit tender in the shoulders, but love that I worked my body.
On Saturday my husband and I vegged out. We blew up our air mattress, put it in front of the only TV in the house, and made a nest. We watched movies all day and ate junk food in our PJ's. It has been too long since we did this. It was relaxing and great to cuddle to adventure fliks and romantic comedies.
On Sunday I got up VERY early and drove to Shreveport, LA for Zumba Basic 1 training. Marci Gill was my specalist. I met some really nice ladies, enjoyed the sweat, and the party! I am now certified in Basic 1 and am looking forward to other certifications with Zumba. I am a bit tender in the shoulders, but love that I worked my body.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Work Out!
I am now regiswtered for his Sunday's Zumba Basic instructor training course. Then, in July, I am registered to take a Quignition training course in Houston. Wow! I hope that I can be strong enough, motivating enough, and more to encourage others to get fit!
With my foot pain please pray for me.
These are some of the changes I wan looking forward too.
:-)
With my foot pain please pray for me.
These are some of the changes I wan looking forward too.
:-)
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Rainbow Tomatoes
These are beautiful tomatoes from a lady at work. I call them my rainbow tomatoes!
This is a night photo shoot of my backyard a few minutes ago. I love the contract of white withe the green and black.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Good Day & Zumba
Today gave me a new breath. A new bredth. A new beautiful.
I took my rough morning, and told myself, I would not allow it to be another bad day. I like smiling, I like working, and I like to do good things for others.
So from a busy day at work, to Zumba, to dinner and a glass of wine I am home relaxing and enjoying a peaceful house with two sweet puppies and a husband working late. The house is mine.
I send love to God for helping me get through this rough patch, love to my sweet hubby, and thank goodness for my wonderful Zumba instructor today who gave me the bestest hug ever.
Why is it when God intervenens with me it means sweating!?
I took my rough morning, and told myself, I would not allow it to be another bad day. I like smiling, I like working, and I like to do good things for others.
So from a busy day at work, to Zumba, to dinner and a glass of wine I am home relaxing and enjoying a peaceful house with two sweet puppies and a husband working late. The house is mine.
I send love to God for helping me get through this rough patch, love to my sweet hubby, and thank goodness for my wonderful Zumba instructor today who gave me the bestest hug ever.
Why is it when God intervenens with me it means sweating!?
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Self talk
Self-talk is going to have to work!
My day started off with hitches and glitches. From there we thought I broke my hand. Hours later and multiple xrays it is just very badly bruised. So is my heart and my mind.
I am tired, I am huting, I don't know how to fix everything.
Maybe after some sleep I will be better.
Change is a good thing, happiness is better.
It will be wonderful soon, repeat to self x100.
My day started off with hitches and glitches. From there we thought I broke my hand. Hours later and multiple xrays it is just very badly bruised. So is my heart and my mind.
I am tired, I am huting, I don't know how to fix everything.
Maybe after some sleep I will be better.
Change is a good thing, happiness is better.
It will be wonderful soon, repeat to self x100.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Daddy Bear
I am the luckiest daughter in the world.
My father is the one who always took care of me when I was sick, braided my hair for ballet class before twisting it up into a bun, and taught me to sing "Big John" after school in the car ride home from the sitters.
He taught me to sharpen a knife on a wet stone, how to carve a pumpkin, how to use a drill, how to pitch a tint, and how to make my bed the right way.
He showed me how to love someone because of the way he loves my Mom.
He passed along his love for raw oysters on the half shell, the love of cooking for others, and the joy of a hand written note.
He always found my hair pins with the bottom of his foot. He has passed this on as I always find a sticker, or a shard of glass, or a pebble with mine.
He was my first dance, wore a plastic tie to the sock hop in elementary school, saw me off to my school dances, danced with me at my wedding, and through various spins in a kitchen or a party.
I love him. He was the first man in my life and the biggest and best gift he gave me was the knowledge and strength to pick out the right man to be my partner through the rest of my life.
I love you Daddy Bear!
My father is the one who always took care of me when I was sick, braided my hair for ballet class before twisting it up into a bun, and taught me to sing "Big John" after school in the car ride home from the sitters.
He taught me to sharpen a knife on a wet stone, how to carve a pumpkin, how to use a drill, how to pitch a tint, and how to make my bed the right way.
He showed me how to love someone because of the way he loves my Mom.
He passed along his love for raw oysters on the half shell, the love of cooking for others, and the joy of a hand written note.
He always found my hair pins with the bottom of his foot. He has passed this on as I always find a sticker, or a shard of glass, or a pebble with mine.
He was my first dance, wore a plastic tie to the sock hop in elementary school, saw me off to my school dances, danced with me at my wedding, and through various spins in a kitchen or a party.
I love him. He was the first man in my life and the biggest and best gift he gave me was the knowledge and strength to pick out the right man to be my partner through the rest of my life.
I love you Daddy Bear!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Life
Life is an interesting beast. You can have a really off day and the next you can be right on it, know your stuff, and feel like you are leading the pack.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sparkle
I choose to be happy; I choose to sparkle.
A long time ago I was in a summer writing program. The kids broke us down into color coordinated personality groups. I was "yellow" because I sparkled. I am glad that I still feel like a "yellow" and all because I choose to be; I choose to be joyful;to sparkle.
I hope you take the time to think about what your sparkle is. Ask yourself:
1. What makes you happy?
2. What do you love that makes you smile?
3. Who brings you down and how can you move away from them?
4. How can you choose to always sparkle on?
Thursday, June 7, 2012
YES
A world
without cancer
Is it a
dream?
Can it
become reality?
Questions we
ask every day
A simple
answer
That’s all
that I need
One little
word
It will
change the world
No more
blonde tresses
Whisking
away on the wind
Though it
helps build nests for the birds
We want it
where it truly belongs.
No more
chemo
Slogging
through the veins
Humanity
needs no more
That burns
to the core
No more
tears of greif
No more
tears of sorrow
But tears of
joy when the phrase
Cancer is
beaten!
A world
without cancer
Is it a
dream?
Can it
become reality?
Questions we
ask every day
With three
little words
One three
little word
Reality can
be
Celebrate
Remember
Fight Back
YES!
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Prayers answered
Today sent another answer to another prayer! God works is beautiful ways. I am so excited that some answers are leading to positive things in my life and other peoples lives!
Thank you to everyone who has been praying and who has helped make everythig possible today.
Keep up the prayers!
Thank you to everyone who has been praying and who has helped make everythig possible today.
Keep up the prayers!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
The day
The day is almost over. Big sigh. God answered a prayer today with greatness. I am happy about this. Life is still going to change, and I am thrilled about that. I am looking forward to it.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Matthew
As I prepare for the week I must remind myself: "I say unto you that if two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask: it shall be done for them of my Father which is in Heaven." Matthew Chapter 18: 19.
A friend wrote this for me on Friday as a reminder of faith. I have it framed on my desk.
Christ, good friends and family can walk you though anything.
A friend wrote this for me on Friday as a reminder of faith. I have it framed on my desk.
Christ, good friends and family can walk you though anything.
Monday Meals Idea
Sunday, June 3, 2012
A Choice For Change
I have decided to make some changes in my life. I hope, no, I believe, that they will be good ones. Or at least lead to more good.
I decided to do some changing because I am tired. I am tired of stress from people I never see; I am tired of driving; I am tired of always being told by people who don't know me that I don't know what I am doing; I am tired of being tired.
I want to be around positive people who lift me up; I want to lift others up; I want to be yellow; I want to have a good influence on others; I want people to be happy I know them; I want to feel good about what I do; I want to be satisfied at the end of the day.
Therefore, I must make chagnes. I am the only one who can do this. I have to choose to do these things. This may mean changing professions, changing my routine, working out more, writing a book, delving deep into my faith, learning Zumba/ Qignition instructor materials, becoming a maid, or whatever I am suppose to do.
I have to put into my heart to God. Because right now, I do not feel I am doing what he wants in my life.
Who knows? Choices take time, but now I am listening. First, he says for me to think and pray more, surround myself with friends, and be at peace.
I decided to do some changing because I am tired. I am tired of stress from people I never see; I am tired of driving; I am tired of always being told by people who don't know me that I don't know what I am doing; I am tired of being tired.
I want to be around positive people who lift me up; I want to lift others up; I want to be yellow; I want to have a good influence on others; I want people to be happy I know them; I want to feel good about what I do; I want to be satisfied at the end of the day.
Therefore, I must make chagnes. I am the only one who can do this. I have to choose to do these things. This may mean changing professions, changing my routine, working out more, writing a book, delving deep into my faith, learning Zumba/ Qignition instructor materials, becoming a maid, or whatever I am suppose to do.
I have to put into my heart to God. Because right now, I do not feel I am doing what he wants in my life.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
housekeeping skills
Being home for a week sick can really make you think about your house and housekeeping skills.
Today I went to work for half a day. Should probably not have. Induced coughing fits and another sweat battle. So...
Back at home and noticing my housekeeping skills. I have reminded myself that I have been sick for a week, however, I cannot remember the last time I cleaned my ceiling fans.
Wow-will definitely being doing that when I am well. My system is pretty easy. Spread a sheet on the floor of on the bed depending on fan location. make sure the fan is OFF. Grab your broom and get after it letting dust land on the sheet. When done, roll/ fold sheet up with dust inside. Take sheet outside and let it fly. Then I was the sheets and bam. All done.
I also need to work on my dusting. Normally, I only have two pups living in my home, right now I have four. Dusting is now not an option of every week, but every day. Therefore, I declare (when I am well again) I will dust every day while I have four furry beasts.
I also remembered that I need to the seal floor in the bathroom that we just remodeled. I a going to use a spray recommended by my favorite "house" store, Home Depot! Go orange!
Maybe I should buy a Rumba again? Does housekeeping count as exercise? That would help give me more motivation I'm sure!
Hmmmm....maybe I should create an exercise program that you do while you clean??????
Today I went to work for half a day. Should probably not have. Induced coughing fits and another sweat battle. So...
Back at home and noticing my housekeeping skills. I have reminded myself that I have been sick for a week, however, I cannot remember the last time I cleaned my ceiling fans.
Wow-will definitely being doing that when I am well. My system is pretty easy. Spread a sheet on the floor of on the bed depending on fan location. make sure the fan is OFF. Grab your broom and get after it letting dust land on the sheet. When done, roll/ fold sheet up with dust inside. Take sheet outside and let it fly. Then I was the sheets and bam. All done.
I also need to work on my dusting. Normally, I only have two pups living in my home, right now I have four. Dusting is now not an option of every week, but every day. Therefore, I declare (when I am well again) I will dust every day while I have four furry beasts.
I also remembered that I need to the seal floor in the bathroom that we just remodeled. I a going to use a spray recommended by my favorite "house" store, Home Depot! Go orange!
Maybe I should buy a Rumba again? Does housekeeping count as exercise? That would help give me more motivation I'm sure!
Hmmmm....maybe I should create an exercise program that you do while you clean??????
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Pink wine bottles
http://caitlinmcgauley.com/category.php?category_id=2
Her art is amazing and I wish I could get this print for my house!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Today was....
Today was....
Well, it was normal to start. I went marketing for work, made contact with those I needed too, had lunch with a staff member, and answered a billion emails.
I then took five minutes and read a friends blog post for last evening and this morning. She moved me to action without her knowledge.
I posted a comment to address her, and then I headed to Target. I bought a large red basket and filled it with kids items. Uno cards, stickers, crayons that twist, coloring books, sidewalk chalk, and other fun items; a book and blank kids chore list for her.
My friend is going through grief in her life and is now raising two children. School lets out tomorrow! I thought a little basket may help.
I do not know if I did the right thing, however, we spoke for about an hour when I dropped it off. That WAS right.
I wish her a good summer with the kids and much love.
Well, it was normal to start. I went marketing for work, made contact with those I needed too, had lunch with a staff member, and answered a billion emails.
I then took five minutes and read a friends blog post for last evening and this morning. She moved me to action without her knowledge.
I posted a comment to address her, and then I headed to Target. I bought a large red basket and filled it with kids items. Uno cards, stickers, crayons that twist, coloring books, sidewalk chalk, and other fun items; a book and blank kids chore list for her.
My friend is going through grief in her life and is now raising two children. School lets out tomorrow! I thought a little basket may help.
I do not know if I did the right thing, however, we spoke for about an hour when I dropped it off. That WAS right.
I wish her a good summer with the kids and much love.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Loss
I wish my friend and all women who have lost a child due to illness, injury, or neo-natal death strength through the power of God. May the peace of the Lord be always with you.
Love in Christ.
Love in Christ.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Boeuf Bourguignon!
Boeuf Bourguignon!
Wow! My feet hurt from standing, and my house smells wonderful!
You will need: paper towels, a fry pan, a couple of pots, a chicken roaster, long tongs, and a slotted spoon. You will also need to address and thank Julia Child!
Don't forget your favorite apron!
Ingredients:
6oz bacon
1Tbsp. olive oil
3 lbs. lean stew beef cut into squres/ cubes
1 sliced carrot
1 sliced onion
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
2 Tbsp flour
3 cups Chianti (I used our home brew wine-Yum!)
2-3 cups beef broth
1 Tbsp tomato paste or puree
2 cloves mashed garlic
1/2 tsp thyme
1 crumbled bay leaf (if small use 2-3)
18-24 small white onions, brown-braised in stock
1 lbs quarted fresh mushrooms, sauteed in butter
Parsley sprigs (for garnish)
Cut rind (fat) off bacon and cut the bacon into 1.5 inch long strips. In 1.5 quarts (6cups) water simmer rind and bacon for 10 minutes. Lift out with slotted spoon and then dry with paper towel. Seperate the rind from the bacon when doing this.
Dry the beef cubes with paper towels while this is simmering. the beef will not brown if it contains too much moisture.
Sautee bacon in oil over moderate heat for 2-3 minutes to lighlty brown. Remove to small roaster and set aside. Reheat oil/ bacon fat until it is almost smoking.
In the oil/ bacon fat, brown beef cubes a handfull at a time until nicely browned on all sides. Place in the roaster with the cooked bacon pieces.
While this is occuring you can sautee the mushrooms in butter and boil the small white onions in any kind of broth you like/ have. Also, preheat your oven to degrees.
Do not drain the fat! Now, sautee the sliced carrott and onion in this same fat.
While the veggies are in the fat, add salt and pepper to the beef & bacon. Mix. Next, add the flour. Stir the meat in the flour. Mixing this flour in will help add a nice, light crust to the beef. Cook for four minutes in your degree oven. Take out and mix again. Place back in the oven for another four minutes.
Remove from oven. Reduce oven heat to 325 degrees. Add your favorite red wine, beef bouillon broth top almost cover the meat, stir in the tomato paste, carrot, thyme, bay leaf, the sauteed mix, and the bacon rind (cut now into small pieces) into the beef/ bacon mixture.
Bring to a simmer on your stovetop. Place in oven for 2.5 to 3 hours. When you can stab the meat with a fork and it is tender it is done.
Next, put a strainer on top of a large sauce pan. Drain the roaster. Place meat mix back in the roaster. Place mushroom/ onions over the meat.
Simmer the sauce. Remove the fat as it rises to the top. If sauceis to thick, add a little extra bullion. If too thin, boil down rapidly. Taste for seasoning. Add what you need in small amounts. You should have about 2.5 cups of sauce in the end. It should coat your spoon well. Pour sauce over meat/ veggie in roaster.
To immedetly serve cover and simmer roaster for 2-3 minutes while basting the meat with the sauce. Arrange over rice, pasta, potatoes-your favorite starch and garnish with parsley.
Refrigerate and reheat? Keep cold and covered. Aboout 15-20 minutes before serving bring to a simmer on the stove very slowly for 10 minutes , while occasionaly basting with the sauce.
Have fun and enjoy!
Wow! My feet hurt from standing, and my house smells wonderful!
You will need: paper towels, a fry pan, a couple of pots, a chicken roaster, long tongs, and a slotted spoon. You will also need to address and thank Julia Child!
Don't forget your favorite apron!
Ingredients:
6oz bacon
1Tbsp. olive oil
3 lbs. lean stew beef cut into squres/ cubes
1 sliced carrot
1 sliced onion
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
2 Tbsp flour
3 cups Chianti (I used our home brew wine-Yum!)
2-3 cups beef broth
1 Tbsp tomato paste or puree
2 cloves mashed garlic
1/2 tsp thyme
1 crumbled bay leaf (if small use 2-3)
18-24 small white onions, brown-braised in stock
1 lbs quarted fresh mushrooms, sauteed in butter
Parsley sprigs (for garnish)
Cut rind (fat) off bacon and cut the bacon into 1.5 inch long strips. In 1.5 quarts (6cups) water simmer rind and bacon for 10 minutes. Lift out with slotted spoon and then dry with paper towel. Seperate the rind from the bacon when doing this.
Dry the beef cubes with paper towels while this is simmering. the beef will not brown if it contains too much moisture.
Sautee bacon in oil over moderate heat for 2-3 minutes to lighlty brown. Remove to small roaster and set aside. Reheat oil/ bacon fat until it is almost smoking.
In the oil/ bacon fat, brown beef cubes a handfull at a time until nicely browned on all sides. Place in the roaster with the cooked bacon pieces.
While this is occuring you can sautee the mushrooms in butter and boil the small white onions in any kind of broth you like/ have. Also, preheat your oven to degrees.
Do not drain the fat! Now, sautee the sliced carrott and onion in this same fat.
While the veggies are in the fat, add salt and pepper to the beef & bacon. Mix. Next, add the flour. Stir the meat in the flour. Mixing this flour in will help add a nice, light crust to the beef. Cook for four minutes in your degree oven. Take out and mix again. Place back in the oven for another four minutes.
Remove from oven. Reduce oven heat to 325 degrees. Add your favorite red wine, beef bouillon broth top almost cover the meat, stir in the tomato paste, carrot, thyme, bay leaf, the sauteed mix, and the bacon rind (cut now into small pieces) into the beef/ bacon mixture.
Bring to a simmer on your stovetop. Place in oven for 2.5 to 3 hours. When you can stab the meat with a fork and it is tender it is done.
Next, put a strainer on top of a large sauce pan. Drain the roaster. Place meat mix back in the roaster. Place mushroom/ onions over the meat.
Simmer the sauce. Remove the fat as it rises to the top. If sauceis to thick, add a little extra bullion. If too thin, boil down rapidly. Taste for seasoning. Add what you need in small amounts. You should have about 2.5 cups of sauce in the end. It should coat your spoon well. Pour sauce over meat/ veggie in roaster.
To immedetly serve cover and simmer roaster for 2-3 minutes while basting the meat with the sauce. Arrange over rice, pasta, potatoes-your favorite starch and garnish with parsley.
Refrigerate and reheat? Keep cold and covered. Aboout 15-20 minutes before serving bring to a simmer on the stove very slowly for 10 minutes , while occasionaly basting with the sauce.
Have fun and enjoy!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Lift that!
Qignition yummy idea
http://pinterest.com/pin/17310779788067774/ Check out these great ideas fro Qignition!
Monday, May 14, 2012
ahhh, the joys
What a weekend! Friday night was a benefit silent auction for Opportunities, Inc., then Saturday was a two hour Zumba-thon benefiting Opportunities, voting in local elections, and cleaning the house.
A wonderful mothers day has come and gone. I made a wonderful dinner, if I do say so myself. Manicotti, salad, and homemade cupcakes with dried pineapple on top.
Monday-back to work! And....state walked in the door for full book.
Ahhh, the joys!
A wonderful mothers day has come and gone. I made a wonderful dinner, if I do say so myself. Manicotti, salad, and homemade cupcakes with dried pineapple on top.
Monday-back to work! And....state walked in the door for full book.
Ahhh, the joys!
Friday, May 11, 2012
insignifiant with moments of importance
As we go through life we realize that we are insignificant with only moments of importance.
Last week I helped someone develop a pro/ con list. "Pink" wanted it to be a reflection of her life and her choices. We did this together. We also made one for me as this was very emotional for her.
A third lady was present; I will call her "the lady in blue" decided at that time that I am human. Wow! My pro list and my con list are about equal and this stunned "the lady in blue". For her this was refreshing to know that I wasn't perfect. I told her that I am as close to perfect as anyone else, meaning not at all.
My pro list consisted of items such as: good friend, nice, etc.
My con list consisted of items such as: not patient (if you know, me you know it's the truth)
I am so happy that I "the lady in blue" and I were able to help "Pink" and that "the lady in blue" and have have gotten closer.
My moment of importance for "the lady in blue" was last week, but mine in regards to her was today when she expressed how much a pro/con list helped her understand me.
I am so proud to know these two ladies and how they have had moments of importance in my life and I in theirs.
Last week I helped someone develop a pro/ con list. "Pink" wanted it to be a reflection of her life and her choices. We did this together. We also made one for me as this was very emotional for her.
A third lady was present; I will call her "the lady in blue" decided at that time that I am human. Wow! My pro list and my con list are about equal and this stunned "the lady in blue". For her this was refreshing to know that I wasn't perfect. I told her that I am as close to perfect as anyone else, meaning not at all.
My pro list consisted of items such as: good friend, nice, etc.
My con list consisted of items such as: not patient (if you know, me you know it's the truth)
I am so happy that I "the lady in blue" and I were able to help "Pink" and that "the lady in blue" and have have gotten closer.
My moment of importance for "the lady in blue" was last week, but mine in regards to her was today when she expressed how much a pro/con list helped her understand me.
I am so proud to know these two ladies and how they have had moments of importance in my life and I in theirs.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Daines for the future
If you live in Texarkana and in the voting area...vote on Saturday for: Jane Daines!
Save a Life
As a health care professional I am very aware that not everyone is comfortable speaking about choices to their loved ones. This could be a good option for you.
Here is a neat way to have all of your medical alert and paperork from advanced care planning. Everyone these days has a computer to plug this into in case of an emergency room visit or even your doctors office in case you are tired of lugging a manila folder everywhere.
I saw this on amazon and wish every resident I ever had could have one of these just in case of a natural disaster.
Here is a neat way to have all of your medical alert and paperork from advanced care planning. Everyone these days has a computer to plug this into in case of an emergency room visit or even your doctors office in case you are tired of lugging a manila folder everywhere.
I saw this on amazon and wish every resident I ever had could have one of these just in case of a natural disaster.
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Sunday, May 6, 2012
tanner adventures
Here is the joy and not so joyous adventures with self tanner:
Good
1. Your tan in the end!
now the bad:
1. It stinks
2. It is "wet" the whole time
3. It makes you sweat
4. It's hard to paint your toenails when your legs are wet
now more good:
1. Your tan in the end! (hopefully it isn't uneven). :-)
I Use Au Curant. Make sure you exfoliate before you use any product and then have fun!
No matter how odd it looks when it is drying for 3-5 hrs. I have always had a great outcome!!!
Keep in mind I am as pale white as anyone can come. Make sure you pick a shade that is complimentary to your current skin and how you want to look.
Good
1. Your tan in the end!
now the bad:
1. It stinks
2. It is "wet" the whole time
3. It makes you sweat
4. It's hard to paint your toenails when your legs are wet
now more good:
1. Your tan in the end! (hopefully it isn't uneven). :-)
I Use Au Curant. Make sure you exfoliate before you use any product and then have fun!
No matter how odd it looks when it is drying for 3-5 hrs. I have always had a great outcome!!!
Keep in mind I am as pale white as anyone can come. Make sure you pick a shade that is complimentary to your current skin and how you want to look.
Friday, May 4, 2012
good day
Last night my hubby and I had a wonderful conversation regarding life choices. He is the most supportive man I could ever have come up with. Thank goodness we have been together since high school. He loves me so much.
Today has been so very busy. Up at 4am, work just after 5am, doctors appointment, an errand or two, sent in my article, decisions made, preparing for new adventrues around the world, and all the while hugging my hubby and petting the two pups.
Wishing you all the best day ever.
Today has been so very busy. Up at 4am, work just after 5am, doctors appointment, an errand or two, sent in my article, decisions made, preparing for new adventrues around the world, and all the while hugging my hubby and petting the two pups.
Wishing you all the best day ever.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
health
I have been doing Zumba at KV Studio's now for three weeks. What fun! I have always enjoyed exercise and this is no different. Today started "write down what I eat". This is the part that I do not like. Wish me luck.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Up
"Up"! What a sweet beginning to a movie. The love that is seen between husband an wife is beautiful. The light coming in through the hospital window while they say their goodbye is lovely. Tears sparkled on my eye lashes and it made me even more proud to say how much I love my husbad and that I have love that can and will surpase time. One scene, of one cartoon movie brought on all of that. You never know where inspiration will strike.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Framed letter
Post One!
Hello all-My name is Arwen and I am a spunky red head who loves her husband, pups, and enjoys life. My blog is planned around the real life of a "DINKS", i.e. double income, no kids. I like to cook, take pictures, go on adventures, read, maintain my antique home, support Junior League-ACS-and Opportunities, Inc. and much, much more. Life is worth living!
The people I work with would you tell you that I believe in a certain order to life; "Christ, family, work". My friends would tell you that I believe in faith, love and depend on family, and that work-well work- is spending as many hours as I can volunteering to help whomever I can.
Life should be a joy and a balance is key.
I look forward to starting this blog; it is my first.
Love to all-A
The people I work with would you tell you that I believe in a certain order to life; "Christ, family, work". My friends would tell you that I believe in faith, love and depend on family, and that work-well work- is spending as many hours as I can volunteering to help whomever I can.
Life should be a joy and a balance is key.
I look forward to starting this blog; it is my first.
Love to all-A
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