Wednesday, December 31, 2008
~ I will worry and fret too much. Especially over the things I cannot control, making it impossible to get enough sleep.
~ I will be tired and drained before I even start my day.
~ I will make it my goal to overeat. Certain “times of the month” I’ll do just about anything for a supreme hand-tossed pizza with extra cheese. If I can meet this goal, my butt will get even bigger than it is now but my bust size will stay exactly the same or get even smaller.
~ I will NOT work out to get in shape.
~ I will be slothful and spend too much time on the Internet when I should be doing other things.
~ I will fail to keep my house in perfect order.
~ I will get very upset once a month and take it out on my poor, unfortunate, unsuspecting husband when he has done absolutely nothing to deserve it. Then, I will make it up to him by being super-sweet for a couple of weeks before it happens again just to keep him totally confused and on his toes. :)
Just wondering … Does reverse psychology work when you are trying it on yourself?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Happy 16th - You've come a looooong way baby! We love you!
This birthday was a bittersweet milestone.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't just about kill me when I reached for the "Cars" paper plates and napkins for Stephen's birthday party. Right there in the middle of Walmart, it hit me like a ton of bricks and it was all I could do to keep it together.
You never know when or how hard reality is going to hit you. But you don't want it to be in the middle of Walmart. So I took a deep breath, bit my bottom lip and tried not to think about it. Like Scarlet O hara, “I'll worry about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow IS another day.”
The vision quickly appeared in my mind of how Stephen's sixteenth birthday "should" have been. We should be buying him a "real" car and he should be getting his drivers license.
But, it just wasn't to be.
If you think the above journal entry is bad, you should have read the one I wrote for my private diary.
I'm better today. My sixteen year old is laying here beside me, watching movies, and I feel more blessed than I deserve. The other day, I was seeing the glass half empty. I am partially blaming PMS for that. Today, I am seeing the glass half full.
No. It is over flowing!
As a side-note: I apologize for not having a better birthday photo. This was the best one of the three of us. Believe it or not, the others were even worse. It’s been Christmas/Birthday Palooza around here and we were all feeling it by the time this photo was taken. But, even so, would it have killed me to apply a little makeup and do something with my stringy hair? Sorry guys, you get a glimpse of the “natural” me. Darn men never need to primp. It isn’t fair …
Wishing all of you a Happy & Blessed New Year!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Don't let Lucy's cuteness fool you. She was trying to "blend" so she can do this:
I took a picture right after I decorated it because I knew in my heart it would never look like this again. I was right.
Glenda, if you're reading this, yesterday, Lucy and Stephen played kickball with one of the ornaments you gave me. The 2005 ornament. Which, by the way, was my favorite one. When I realized the cat and the boy were going to do this (Lucy starts it!), I figured I better get my glass ornaments off of the tree. I missed this one. But Lucy found it. :( My dearest friend Glenda buys me a beautiful ornament every year. Maybe ... starting next year, you might want to get me an ugly plastic one. Lucy hasn't touched any of my ugly ones. ... Darn cat!
I will update again, soon. But it may be after Christmas. I have to get started in the kitchen today and won't come out till ... whenever.
I wish each of you a Merry Christmas and a blessed holiday season!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
These are all custom designed and hand-made by my husband; He isfinishing up a design for a kitchen rack for pots and pans right now and I'll show you that when he is finished.
Also, this is a popular email we’ve received (This one is my favorite):
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Totally off the subject, but don't you just love my new profile pic of Stephen and Santa? This was taken last year when we had breakfast with Santa at the mall. And we're doing that again next week! I'll blog about all that later.
Again, I'd appreciate it if someone can tell me how to add that music again. =)
I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving. Ours was nice and laid back. I enjoyed not having to cook -- and missed cooking at the same time.
My mama wasn't feeling well at all. Making the banana pudding took too much out of her, bless her little heart. Not only did she feel bad, physically, she was also very depressed because she was unable to stand at the stove and make her famous pies like she used to do in times past. Mama did manage to give me a compliment, which made my day. As we sat down and sampled everything on our plates, mama said, "Well, baby doll, I can say one thing; Their dressing is good but your dressing is much better." Aw, how nice of her to say that. I think she's getting soft on me. I must tell you, as much as that compliment meant to me, I tensed up and avoided eye contact with the husband because, as I stated in my previous post, he has made his feelings abundantly clear about our "food critic behavior."
Mama and daddy left right after eating so mama could go home and take a long nap and I didn't even hear from them until the next morning.
Oh, NO he Didn't!
After my parents left, the husband and I cleared the dishes and had the following conversation:
Husband: I have a confession ...
Me: Yeah? ... What is it?
Husband: I didn't like the turkey done that way and your dressing is way better.
Me: ??? - Really, sweetie? I'll make the turkey and dressing just the way you like it for Christmas, Okay?
Husband: Yeah, that'd be great; I can't wait till Christmas! ::Big smile:: (followed with giving me tender kiss and cozy hug)
Yes, I had to bite my lip when the urge washed all over me to come back with something like, "What? You're a food critic now?" But, if I had done that, it would have kept the fuss going, don't you think? No doubt, I would have missed out on that hug and kiss, too. Plus, the husband set a very good example for me by not saying all of this during dinner. I'm beginning to see where he's coming from.
-- Well, not really. That's a lie. I honestly don’t understand how he feels. But, I'll be a good girl and respect how he feels and try really, really hard to keep my hypercritical comments to myself while we're eating dinner out (wish me lots of luck with that). I’ll even say I appreciate my dear husband for pointing that out. After all, the main reason we started having a date night on Fridays in the first place was to help mend our relationship and I'm not exactly helping by doing something I know irritates the daylights out of him. And, I wouldn’t have known how much that bothers him if he hadn’t told me.
Communication and Respect. Those words are critical in a marriage. I only wish we had done more communicating and respecting in our earlier years. We could have saved ourselves a lot of pain and trouble.
I am slowly making my rounds and visiting all of my favorite blogs. Stephen is back in school today after being home since last Wednesday. I am way behind on laundry and have to pay bills today AND I have to cook a real meal for the first time since last week.
Y'all take care!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Husband: Listen, when we get to the restaurant, please don’t start with the food critic stuff, Okay?
Me: What do you mean?
Husband: You know what I mean. Don’t say things like, “Ew, this came out of a can. This is too dry. This gravy came out of a package and they added water to it; how easy was that? This salad is prepackaged and it tastes funny. Gross; taste! - This salad dressing came out of a bottle. I believe this was pre prepared and frozen then shipped here.” THAT is what I mean.
Me: Oh, yeah … I'm sorry. I can’t help it. I’m just calling them on it. So, I’m a little picky. What’s so wrong with that?
Husband: You ruin it for me, that’s what is wrong with it. There I am, eating my dinner, minding my own business -- you sit there across from me and nine times out of ten, you start with the food critic stuff. It just ruins it for me.
Me: Okay. Fine. I don’t care how horrible it is, I won’t say a word.
Husband: So, where do you want to eat?
Me: You’re kidding, right?
A typical conversation between the husband and me on our way to dinner. I confess, I’m a little bit of a food snob. I believe it’s one of those learned behaviors I picked up along the way. My family, both sides, were in the restaurant business some way or another. My father’s family owned and operated the very first café in our town. My daddy used to have to chop the firewood for their barbeque pit when he was a little boy. I am a proud owner of one of the original tables in the café. They closed it down in the mid forties and my dad‘s family remodeled the café and lived there. My grandmother lived there until 1979 when she moved in next door to us. Wow, she had an awesome kitchen! My mother worked in a pastry shop for a while until I was born. She was the famous pie lady. She is best known for her chocolate pie - of which I have the recipe. My mama’s mother was a great cook. Her sisters, my cousins, as far as I know, all good cooks. Anyway, where were we? Oh, yeah, food! Like I was saying, I come from a long line of cooks. I’m not very good at many things but I take pride in my cooking skills. Thanksgiving is a favorite for us.
Here it is Thanksgiving eve. And, why am I blogging when I should be cooking? Because it’s already all done. All except for my pumpkin pies and mama’s banana pudding. Yes, the turkey is cooked and cut off the bone. The dressing and giblet gravy is made. All of the side dishes are nestled beside the turkey and dressing in my refrigerator. I didn’t lift one finger on this dinner. No, not one! My mom’s health just isn’t permitting her to go through the labor she so much enjoys in the kitchen. By the way, we knew this last year, too. My parents, bless their little hearts, didn’t want to burden me with the whole meal so we ordered the entire meal (minus the desserts which we did in our own kitchens) from a local supermarket. Guess what? It was horrible. The turkey was dry and tough. The dressing was dry AND it came out of a box and all the veggies were canned. (Imagine my husband’s delight with that dinner conversation, bless his heart.) Mama looked like she was going to cry upon discovering this so I whipped up a pone (that’s what we call it down here) of cornbread, sautéed some celery with onions and made some dressing using canned chicken broth. All in all, we managed to salvage our dinner last year but vowed that we’d never order our Thanksgiving dinner again.
Never say never, right? The picture you’re looking at up there is our Thanksgiving feast ordered from Bevelle Family Café. If you’re local and if you haven’t tried this southern comfort treat, I highly recommend it if you love true southern comfort/soul food. They're located smack in the middle of a BP Station. I kid you not! My family is the pickiest and we put it right up there with … ours.
PS - Thanks Glenda, for the tip. ;-)
Hope you all have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
I had hoped to post a better update than this. I wanted to write a cute story to go along with the Candy Lane Express photos (Stephen's Halloween) but I woke up today with a migraine on the way. I get one every month now and tylenol and advil do nothing for it. I'm just not in a cute story mood today. I'm going to post the photos, take a hot shower and go to bed till the bus brings Stephen home.
Hope you all have a great weekend! I think I'm pretty much caught up with everyone's blog ... If I missed yours, I'll be by just as soon as I'm feeling better. Cause, I just hate to miss out on what is going on.
My SIL and my brother were Mr and Mrs Whoopie Cushion last week as our church hosted the "Candy Land Express" - Over a thousand (yes, that many) children showed up to play games, hear uplifting music, and go trunk or treating for candy. Stephen had a great time but he kept his distance from his aunt and uncle while they were in costume. Costumes, he was OK with but he wasn't sure about all of the masks. His dad and I just went as two drained parents. ;-)
Friday, October 31, 2008
The only thing that could make The Raven better is, Vincent Price reciting it. Right? And guess what I found on youtube? If you're a Vincent Price fan AND an E. A. Poe fan, you'll love this combo.
So it's no secret by now that I'm a Vincent Price fan. Well, back in the day I was also a huge Michael Jackson fan. The Thriller has to be my all time favorite music video. I was 16 years old when this hit M-TV. Here it is in it's full version! The embedding was disabled so you'll have to click the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8
I'm about to go and make a ton of pumpkin shaped cookies and gut the pumpkin for the husband to carve when he gets home. Tonight we're going to the church for trunk-or-treat and they are having an indoor festival with activities for the kids. Y'all have a safe and happy Halloween!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
How about a Stephen update? It's been a while since I've really gone into detail other than just posting a photo.
Yesterday, I was being lazy, laying around because my back was bothering me. I guess it goes without saying that Stephen only likes a few pounds being caught up with his mama’s size. Yesterday was one of those days that my back felt strained and I pretty much lived all day in my pajamas and visited a few blogs. I’m behind on housework but feel that I’ve gotten caught up on a lot of my friend’s blogs and even visited a few new ones that I enjoyed and will be returning to.
So let’s get back to Stephen and that photo up there. I’ll be the first to point out that Stephen is not showing off his million dollar smile and the whole thing turned out blurry. Never mind that. The main focus of this picture is the fact that Stephen is feeding himself with a fork. He still needs our help but that’s only with minimal assistance now days. I’d say he’s finally mastered this goal. We’ll work on his Emily Post at a later time. Right now, I’m just thrilled beyond measure that he’s able to grip the fork, stab at his food and eventually get it in his mouth. It’s hard for him but he’s getting there. Let me tell you, it’s hard for me as his mother to not do it for him when I see him struggling with this task and if I’m honest with you, the fact that I had a hard time for so long with that issue, I may have held him back with this and other skills.
I’ve never raised a neuro-typical child but I’m guessing that all parents, moms in particular struggle in that department. I remember that my mom did. It was a rule that my bed was to be made daily so I started making my bed before I even attended school. Mom said it looked like bodies were under there and she’d redo it for me instead of waiting for me to develop that skill on my own. She was a perfectionist (which I inherited from her) and the corners of the bedspread had to equally touch the floor all around the bed. If one corner was higher than the other, she couldn’t stand it. Also, my friends and I were not allowed to wallow (woller, we call it down here in Alabama) on the made beds; we had to sit in the bean bags or on the floor. I don’t care how good you were at straightening up that bed, mama knew someone had “wollered” on it. ;-)
I know a lot of my friends struggle in helping their children with their homework. Again, I remember those days. I attended Shelby Academy during my elementary years, which was a private school and the classes there were way tougher than the public schools in those days. (I’ve heard they’ve lowered their standards since back then. How unfortunate for me) Back when I was four or five, my mother was convinced that I was above average intelligence and in just a matter of a few short years at Shelby Academy, I had the honor of proving her wrong. Very, very wrong. My poor parents had the hardest time helping me with homework. We didn’t know it, but I was ADHD. It’s SO abundantly clear now that I am ADHD as an adult. Can’t you tell by trying to read my stories? This is why I don’t update very often. Being ADD and a perfectionist (OCD), I just don’t have time to do it to my standards! Anyway, a lot of the time, my mama or my brother would just do the homework for me because after all, Christmas would be here before I finished on my own. Eventually, the homework got much tougher and it was getting harder for them to “assist” me so my parents hired a tutor for me. For the first time in my life, I had to do this task on my own with the tutor working with me but pushing me to actually learn the math. I’m glad I finally learned the basic stuff, it comes in handy when I’m doing the books, cooking with a recipe or mixing chemicals for someone’s hair color. ~~ Forget French though. That just wasn’t happening for me. I failed French with flying colors. The tutor told me that she hoped I never had to live in France.
All this to say, so many things I wasn’t pushed to accomplish because it was easier for someone else to just do it for me. Till this day, regrettably, I’m still the type who needs a nudge with the important things. I give new meaning to the word, procrastinate. And, at the same time, I see myself doing the same exact thing to my son. Notice, I didn’t say “for” my son. Because, I believe if you don’t encourage your children to do all they can on their own, you are doing nothing “for” them. The greatest disservice we can be to our children is to reinforce their fears and insecurities (and their laziness) by allowing them to avoid the things they don‘t want to do. My goals are a little different from most parents. I just want my child to be able to feed himself, go to the bathroom on his on, dress himself -- Just basic daily living skills. But, I’m hindering his progress when I give in and do it for him. I think, as parents, special needs or not, it all comes down to teaching our children to live independently to the best of their ability when we are no longer around. The thought of Stephen being in this world without me is the one thought that keeps me awake at night. The one thing he needs most from me is for me to push him to be all he can be and do all he can for himself so he‘ll be as prepared as possible for that day. That’s very clear to me now. So I’m praying now for God to show me the way of doing this because this is a new skill for me to learn. -- And this is one thing NO ONE can do “for” me.
Friday, October 17, 2008
::To see full size, click on the photo::
Ahh, that's my favorite kind of photo. When the subject is unaware they are being photographed. I cannot take credit for this one. As it turns out, Stephen's daddy has quite the eye for photography. Of course, I have to ask you, who could go wrong with Stephen for a subject? The kid is a natural camera magnet.
The photo above was taken two weekends ago when Stephen's dad took him to the park so I could have some time to myself. What that means is, Stephen, bless his sweet little O heart, was getting on my last nerve. But, never mind that ... His daddy took this photo with his camera phone and I did very little editing. I was just so happy to see that Stephen stopped running in circles long enough to focus on something. He's just like his mama. He can't stand still and appreciate the beauty around him for being so controlled by racing thoughts. His daddy told me that he was fascinated by the leaves falling from the trees and floating down the creek; he thought it was a kodak moment. And, he probably wanted to rub into my face the fact that Stephen behaved well for him
Last week, we went to the Fall Festival and I got some really good shots of Stephen. As usual, I'm running behind and I'll try to have those uploaded before Thanksgiving.
Hope y'all have a great weekend.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I can't say enough about this movie!
In this journal's archives, you'll find a five year old entry titled, "My Cousin Vinny." I won't make you go there to read the story I'll just tell you briefly, that, up until this past June, My Cousin Vinny was the last movie that the husband and I went to the movies to see (just the two of us). That was in 1992.
Brace yourselves! ... Last night, the husband and I had a date night at the movies with over 150 other couples from our church! I KNOW! We were very excited to have a night out to see a movie together. And it was an opportunity to meet other couples from our church. It just occurred to me the other day that ... we don't have friends. Let me rephrase that; We don't have "couple" friends. I have my friends and he has his but we don't socialize at all with other couples. Weird, huh? Our first years were extremely stressful as a married couple because our son was born three months premature with so many health problems we weren't prepared for. We didn't focus on our social life. We just didn't have one for over a dozen years. Now that we have a respite provider and are able to have a little bit of a social life, most of our old friends are divorced. We've had respite night (date night, we call it) on Fridays for the last three years which has been instrumental in restoring our relationship. The thought of where we'd be without it terrifies me. That's one reason why we feel so passionate about this movie. There just isn't enough focus on marriage and family anymore in the big screen world. There isn't enough focus on marriage and family, period, if you ask me. But that's a whole 'nother journal entry. I am a survivor of a broken marriage that ended in divorce; I know exactly how difficult divorce can be. I am also a survivor of a broken marriage that did not end in divorce, but was restored.
One of my favorite lines from the movie is when Kirk Cameron's character was having a talk with a friend of his who was trying to counsel him about his marriage. His friend told him, "You can't follow your heart. You've got to lead your heart." Wow --- I can't add anything to that.
I'll try to update soon with a few photos. Till then, y'all take care!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A little disappointed that only the photos on the index page are viewable after AOL transferred the files. I guess they got lost in the move. And I know the ones posted from "AOL Pictures" will disappear after the 31st. Which is why I copied every dadgum one of 'em. But, all in all, I'm just happy the past entries and comments made it over. Who knows, one of these days when I have plenty of time on my hands, I'll upload each of the photos to match their past post. Yeah, I'll do that while the maid is cleaning my house and my son's private nurse is bathing him.
So, this is it for now. Hmmm, I'm still thinking about going private again. But if I do, I'll "friend" those of you who want to stay in the know.
Till next time, y'all take care!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
AOL Journal Community. aka: J-land ... The end of an era ...
The above photos were some of the first I posted in this AOL journal. They will be permanently deleted on October 31st. Not by choice, mind you.
Ahh, look at 'em up there. It was Fall of the year. October, 2003. Stephen was so much smaller. Patches was still alive. ::sigh:: During this time, I was in the midst of making some of the best friends I'll ever know. I've already lost touch with many. My first bestest buddy, SloMo. Sigh ... How I still miss that girl. If I just knew she was OK. ~ Armand ... where are you? I miss your political reports (even when we didn't see eye to eye all the time) and Stephen misses his Army-Man-buddy. And... Vivian ... dear, sweet Vivian, how I miss you. Lets not forget those who, in the beginning made AOL J the community that it is. Pam. Frank. May you two always rest in peace. I'll never forget the impact y'all had on my life and I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say, "we'll never, ever forget you.
There are more. Many more friends I've sadly lost touch with. Most of which happened after the split a few years ago when AOL began posting ads on our journals. I have to say now that I am thankful in a small way that AOL imposed the ads on us because it was then that I moved to Live Journal. And today I still have that journal and most of the time, I copy my journal entries and post over there. It, too, is private. SO I don't have as much to back up as I normally would. I just don't trust AOL to move everything for me to blogger so I will manually copy most of my entries posted in those first 2 or 3 years.
Those of you who are not AOL members and are a reader of this journal, you may not be aware that AOL is shutting the doors to the AOL journal community and also closing our FTP webspace where we have SO MANY photos and memories saved. Stay tuned. After this is all over, you can find me at blog spot. Same user name and email only, (it's at gmail dot com) my journal will again be named none other than, Daily Gratitudes and Attitudes.
The last five years and two months have been special and I look forward to keeping in touch with all of you!
Till we meet again!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Well, humor me ... let's pretend you've all been sitting on the edge of your seats, waiting to hear from me.
I've been working for the husband. Not only am I his bookkeeper/secretary/gopher; I am now also his web designer. Let me be honest here. I am no web designer. Well, while we're on the subject and while we're being honest, neither am I a bookkeeper or secretary. Gophering is about all I'm technically qualified to do. I was, at one time, someone's personal assistant. I'm really good at doing what I am told. As long as I have knowledge of that which is assigned to me. Which brings me back to the aforementioned fact that I lack many of the skills I was hired to do. In all fairness, the husband's budget isn't big enough to afford a professional anyway so I'll have to do. Hmm, you get what you pay for, right? Oh, and this morning my darling husband informs me that I've been given a promotion as marketing director to boot. ha,ha! Funny! Ya gotta love that man!
If you have time, please visit my husband's website: mobileweldingservices.com and tell me what you think. Below is one of his latest creations. He's having a difficult time parting with this table because he spent many hours creating it. The man is an artist. I'm not bragging. Well, darnit, YES I AM. Please allow me to brag on my talented husband. I'd also appreciate any feedback. If you guys can think of anything I should have or should not have done/said, please email or comment me and let me know.
I hope to be back soon with another update. I just wanted to let you know that I've been around but I've been busy.
The Pontalba Design Foyer Table
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Here, in Alabama. Different location. Preferably a small farm with horses for my son (he enjoys special equestrian therapy), a fabulous garden spot, chickens (for the fresh eggs) and a simple farm house would be perfect for us.
What animal best represents you & why?
In my case it would probably be a bee or an ant because I'm always as busy as one of those little suckers ... although they're technically not animals are they? :-/
What is the craziest thing you ever did?
I've done many crazy things but, I was young and immature. Actually, I'd call them "stupid" things.
If you could meet anyone, who would it be & why?
If you could go back in time & live in any decade, which would it be & why?
Not sure if I understand this question. If I could live in any other time, it would be the Victorian Era. Because I love anything and everything that is Victorian. I wouldn't really care for the decades I've already been through.
If you could have any superpower what would it be?
Softening the hearts of mean, bitter (wounded), judgmental people.
Who is your ultimate celebrity crush?
What color best represents you?
What would your life's theme song be?
"I'm Not Who I Was" - Brandon Heath
Who would you cast to play you in a movie?
What celebrity best represents your vision of fashion?
Probably Sandra Bullock. But, I don't know ... I really don't have a "vision of fashion."
What would your life movie be called?
Hope Floats or Something To Talk About
What is the greatest music video of all time?
Thriller... (Bridgett, I'm keeping your answer!)
If you could star in any t.v. show, which one would it be?
LOL - The Andy Griffith Show, most likely. The characters are my kind of people.
What vehicle best represents you?
Something affordable, economical and low-maintenance.
If you could bring back 1 famous person from the dead for a day, who & why?
Strange question. I dunno ... Maybe, Elvis. So I could watch him try to convince people that he really was dead all those years. (Lord, forgive me ...)
If you became president, what would you do first?
Are you kidding? I can't even handle the responsibilities I have now!
If you got one tattoo, what would it be?
I'm not really in to that whole tattooing/body piercing thing; I think some of it's cute on other people though. If I "had" to, I guess a small, small, microscopic cross.
If you were on MTV's Made, what would you ask to be?
I don't even know what MTV's Made is. Next question ...
Who do you think is the hottest athlete?
I'm not in to athletes. Next question ...
Who do you think is the hottest actor/actress?
Dennis Quaid. Jennifer Aniston.
Who do you think is the hottest musician/singer/rapper?
Jon Bon Jovi.
Who do you think is the hottest t.v.reality star?
What sport best represents you & why?
Hmmm, Dodge Ball? If you know me, you know why. LOL
What is your most missed memory of childhood?
Sunday afternoons with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. And, just simply being a child!
What is your greatest accomplishment?
Being a mom and just, "hanging in there, not giving up" has been most rewarding.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Happy Sweet Sixteenth Anniversary To Us!
Here I am, sitting here getting all mushy and talking about my [very] personal life which is something I haven't done in quite some time. If you've been reading my journals for a long time, you know this. A few years ago, a reader commented, "What? You're married? I assumed you were a single mother because you never say anything about your husband. You refer to him as "Stephen's dad." ::sigh:: That's how far apart we were. It's strange how you can live in the same house and sleep in the same bed with someone and feel so separate from them.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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Saturday, August 2, 2008
1. Where is your cell phone? ................charging
2. Your significant other?.................at work.
3. Your hair? .......................................ponytail
4. Your mother? ...................................intricate
5. Your father?.....................................easy going
6. Your favorite thing?.........................doing fun stuff with husband and son
7. Your dream last night?.......................Strange. disturbing. revealing. I'm still analyzing it
9. Dream/goal?.......................................I have quite a few of them, really.
10. The room you're in?...........................Smack in the middle of the house
11. Your fear?........................................fear itself
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?............with my family. preferably in a better location.
13. Where were you last night?.............fun night out with the husband!
14. What you're not?.................................easily duped.
15. Muffins?........................................yes please!
16. One of your wish list items?..........was taken care of on my birthday (Thanks G!)
17. Where you grew up?.....................In the very heart of Alabama
18. The last thing you did?......................baked an apple pie (waiting now for it to cool!)
19. What are you wearing?....................gray yoga pants and white tee shirt
20. Your TV?.........................................almost always on Noggin.
21. Your pet(s)?........................................is about to drive me bonkers
22. Your computer? ...............................I wish I could limit my usage to work ONLY =)
23. Your life?.........................................I have a full plate. Thanksgiving feast kind of full.
24. Your mood?.................................pretty good
25. Missing someone?............................my grandparents. still. some days more than others
26. Your car?..........................................is giving me a hard time lately
27. Something you're not wearing?..............shoes
28. Favorite Store?.......................I'm not a big shopper. Publix or Sam's, I guess. lol
29. Your summer?....................................too short :(
30. Like someone?...............................why not?
31. Your favorite color?............................deep red
32. Last time you laughed......................a few minutes ago
33. Last time you cried?........................sunday night
34. Who will re-post this?......................I haven't a clue
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I chose to take this verse literally.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
My parents have a huge fig tree in the back yard and this time it's loaded with gigantic figs. As a kid, I loved eating them raw, fresh off the tree. Now, not so much. So I have been trying to find recipes for them. Here's one that I modified and made my own. Tomorrow I'm buying jars so I can make preserves. Oh, by the way, my husband won't eat figs so I didn't tell him they were in the cake. He LOVED it. ;-)
You'll need the following ingredients:
2 cups self-rising flour
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg (too much nutmeg for me. Next time, 1/2 teaspoon)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 large eggs, lightly beaten
1/2 cup canola oil
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup chopped figs
1 cup toasted chopped pecans (optional)
Stir together the dry ingredients; stir in egg, oils, and buttermilk. Stir in vanilla. Fold in figs and pecans. Pour into a greased and floured 13- x 9-inch pan.
Bake at 325° for 35 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. I sifted a little bit of confectioners sugar over the top of it.
WOW, my schedule has gotten so off track, having Stephen home during the day. I'm nocturnal by nature and apparently, so is he. Here it is, after 2 am! He's finally sleeping as of midnight and I've spent the last 2 hours playing on the computer. ::yawn::
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Did you notice that my mood is "sore"? My arthritis or whatever it is started hurting Saturday morning (why does it always act up on weekends?) And I thought I'd tough it out this time. Last time it was this bad, I had to go and get a couple of shots and a pack of steroid-type medicine. I wasn't crazy about the side effects so I'm trying to wait it out but I don't know how much longer I can take it. It's like I have a toothache in my left hip bone all the way down to the bottom of my left foot. Uggh ... enough talking about that.
On the bright side ... And, yes, there is always a bright side, right? I've been helping daddy with his veggie garden and I'm learning quite a bit. Like, I've learned the difference between a weed and a small sprig of lettuce. I suppose I should be honest and tell you that I learned that one the hard way when I was helping dad weed the garden.
I got a picture of what we are pretty sure is the Mulberry tree that is at the edge of the garden. Glenda and Lori both say they believe it's a Mulberry and I trust their opinions. Now I need to pick some of them and make some jam. You can eat them, can't you? Our figs are still green. They've been green for a whole month now and a whole new crop is already coming in behind this one. Daddy says we might have 3 crops this summer. I found a recipe for fig cake that I've been wanting to try out. I found out that figs have a lot of potassium and that's something I stay low on. I didn't get any pics of the figs this time but will do so next week. Hope y'all enjoy the photos. OH - I took a picture of a flowering bush in my mama's yard; it blooms with the prettiest red flowers later on in the summer. Help me out with this ... We don't know the name of it. Most of y'all are flower garden people, help me out here. I'll post it first.
Any ideas? I'll get a pic of the blooms in a few weeks.
Daddy. Paul. Stephen.
Radishes. My husband's favorite.
Daddy, picking green onions.
Daddy. Stephen. Me.
Daddy and Paul.
Friday, May 30, 2008
It never fails ...
Every time I sit down to do paperwork, Lucy has to plop her big, orange butt down on top of my paperwork and start grooming herself. What is up with that?
Lucky for her, she's so darn cute ;-)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
We spent Memorial Day at my cousin's house. One of my cousins brought this grape salad dish and it was so good, I had to come home and make it myself. I made a few modifications which I'll get into below the recipe. I didn't take a picture of it on Monday because it was gone in a matter of minutes. I found this photo on Taste of Home website. Mine is waiting in the fridge for me to add the topping today but I'm too lazy to take a picture.
TIME: Prep/Total Time: 20 min.
- 1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened
- 1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
- 1/3 cup sugar
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 2 pounds seedless red grapes
- 2 pounds seedless green grapes
- 3 tablespoons brown sugar
- 3 tablespoons chopped pecans
EDIT: I forgot to add the nutrition info (which is not the low-fat version)
Serving Size 1 (181g)
Recipe makes 15 servings
|Calories from Fat 126||(41%)|
|Amount Per Serving||%DV|
|Total Fat 14.0g||21%|
|Saturated Fat 5.9g||29%|
|Monounsaturated Fat 5.4g|
|Polyunsaturated Fat 1.9g|
|Trans Fat 0.0g|
|Total Carbohydrate 45.0g||14%|
|Dietary Fiber 1.8g||7%|
|Vitamin A 390mcg||7%|
|Vitamin B6 0.1mg||6%|
|Vitamin B12 0.1mcg||1%|
|Vitamin C 13mg||22%|
|Vitamin E 1mcg||4%|
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
So it's been waaaaay too long since I've updated. Where does the time go?
I'll make my long story very short: Stephen and I both are close to getting a diagnosis.
Stephen had an appointment with the genetics department about a month ago and I believe they are really on the right track. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned the possibility of a "syndrome" or not. But, if I haven't, it's because there's just too much detail and nothing has been concrete yet. But, we're getting there. ... I think.
My test for Rheumatoid factor came back elevated and I have to see a rheumatologist. , whenever I can get around to it, that is. I hope that will be soon.
I'll let y'all know when/if I find out anything. About myself and Stephen.
But for now, I leave you with some photos from our county Special Olympics games! We had a blast today. Stephen won a blue ribbon for the assisted walk competition (his daddy assisted him) I am so proud of both of my guys!
Friday, March 21, 2008
We took some time off Monday and played at the playground
Stephen, getting his game on!
Um, Mama isn't so good at this (lol, look how interested he looks when I have the ball)
After playtime, daddy has to go to the shop to finish up something. Stephen "helps" ;-)