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I have decided to give this blogging thing one more shot. I had one but it was filled with random stuff, not focused and I'd go days and weeks without making updates. Well, I joined a blogging group called Take Up Your Cross and they supply daily prompts, which I've noticed has helped tremendously. Thus far, I've only made two late entries!|
Now, I've decided to up the anty, and I want to try the 30-day blog challenge. I've decided to create THIS blog specifically for that purpose! I think, getting daily prompts helps. It serves as a reminder to make a post and it also helps to focus my thoughts onto to something specific and not random things.
I am a F.R.O.G. this did not happen overnight but was a gradual morphosis that happened over the last 45 years of my life. No, I didn't turn into a brightly colored reptile that hangs out on a lilypad. A F.R.O.G is someone who Fully Relies On God.
It is my hope that my entries in this daily blog will reflect my F.R.O.G personality and lifestyle and maybe, just maybe some of you will decide to become F.R.O.Gs as well!
|I spent the majority of my Sunday afternoon deep in conversation with my 11-year-old nephew and I swear he can talk your fingers off!! He's still at the age he thinks his Auntie knows everything...but has surpassed me in so many ways. Ever have an 11-year-old ask how many gallons of water does the ocean hold...and fully expects you to actually answer that???
Its that time again and his class is supposed to start thinking about and planning their science projects. He let me know real quick that solar systems and volcanoes are common. No...he wants to prove the ocean is losing water and at what rate...which according to him means the endangered specie people...are being negligent and dumb for not placing the entire ocean habitat in immediate protection and classifying every ocean animal as endangered. Yeah....I'm hoping by the time he tries to dig into that ball of wax he decides the solar system would be a whole lot easier...but as a good, dutiful Auntie I told him to look into it, do his research, and read about it.
He's also supposed to do a midterm project but he's decided to make a Jurassic model of some sort...and write a paper about that time period. At least he still likes dinosaurs. He's still my little boy. Only, he's not. He's only 11 but is in the 8th grade..he skipped a few grades. He looks and acts older than he is.
And apparently, a GIRL asked him to a school Halloween dance. He wanted to know how to tell her NO without being mean or lying but he didn't really want to point out his age...cos he's a bit sensitive about that. Plus, his parents are very, very anti-Halloween and in that family, they do not observe or acknowledge it at ALL. He really didn't want to get into all that....so we came up with a nice way to say NO but without telling any details WHY. Then, like a GOOD AUNTIE I asked him if it wasn't a Halloween dance, but some other school thing, would he like to go with her?? He said "ewww gross!!" Yep, still my little boy. Whew! Those older girls need to leave him alone
He DID have a blowout with his best friend. They've been thick as thieves since daycare....apparently, there is a new boy at his school named Kenny who in my nephew's words "acts like a spoiled, entitled brat" and my brother later confirmed that kid is well known for causing trouble and majorly destructive tantrums. He's a few years older than my nephew. Well, my nephew's best friend has been impressed with kenny and he's been getting into more trouble cos he's doing what kenny says. When my nephew refused to go along with something the boys wanted to do, and used the excuse his parents would have "cows" his friend told him he only does what his parents say cos he's adopted and they can get rid of him at any time. That very much upset my nephew and he told his friend the only reason he acts the way he does is cos his parents are stuck with him...they didn't get to pick him...Well...both boys said hurtful things but now my nephew asked me what do you do when your best friend is acting stupid. He can see the path his friend is going...but he's not sure how to stop him...and he's pulling away from his friend....all very hurtful and dramatic.
He then had to give me to run down on ALL his brothers and sisters and parents. The 7-year-old got suspended from school for a few days for kicking a boy in the mouth for pushing is 5-year-old sister down and calling her names. The boy lost a tooth but is known as being a bully. So the 5-year-old had to get a pep talk about getting bullied and her brother got grounded. The babies of the bunch are now three....and Jayla keeps getting into trouble for throwing her wooden blocks at her brother and for biting. I don't think there is anything that boy didn't tell me lol
Did I ever talk that much when I was 11
|Well, maybe not die. Definitely not die...but I have given some long hard thought to next year and exactly what it is I want to accomplish. I've already made a fuss about my cluttered-up, disorganized portfolio. As I was chasing dust bunnies and evicting the occasional spider, I noticed a LOT of unfinished items collecting dust. That sent me on a mental rollercoaster of sorts. After really giving this some serious thought and talking it over with my husband, I've decided 2023 is my year to focus intensely on my writing.
In fact, as many of you know I love organizing activities and fun things for the wonderful folks in the WDC Community. I've come to the hard decision that after this year, I will not run any contests or activities except ONE. Everything else will be closed and put on lockdown until 2024.
My friend Schnujo Boojo indeed called me nuts. Insane came up a time or two as I told her what I've got planned. She is the one who actually came up with the name of this new challenge I'm about to release.
I'm taking the NaNo challenge and doubling down on it...actually, I'm multiplying it by 4. NaNo on steroids perhaps? Dunno. But if you want the full low down on this crazy, unhinged plan...read all about it here: "Unstable(d) Writer's Challenge " If you are insane enough to try it...the more the merrier...sign up as early as you can cos space has to be limited...I mean, look at the prizes!
Even if I am the only one insane enough to try this...I'm going to go for it. Do or Die. Write or get off the pot...well, that one needs modification...maybe Write or put a lid on the ink pot! 2023 is MY year to take all those unfinished projects out of my portfolio and FINISH THEM!! You can too...if you dare!
|Woke up with a strange burst of energy. Like a geyser sprung up within me and doesn't seem to have an on/off valve. I am not sure, but I think it might be because I fell asleep listening to John Haggie (I think I spelled his last name correctly?) reading meditative healing scriptures. I didn't intend to fall asleep. Its just his voice was so calm and soothing, I like it when he's not yelling about hellfire and damnation.
Anyway, was woke up at almost 5 this morning by Annie who decided to bark at two flies in the window. She made it sound like a mass murderer was attempting to break in and murder all of us. Her hackles were raised, and she was deep throat growling and gnashing her teeth. None of which she's ever done before. That dog really does NOT like flies apparently. I insisted those flies would not hurt her and after some snuggles and calm chatting, she calmed down and left the poor flies alone.
After that, I was wide awake and my husband already had the coffee pot sputtering and making its usual noises. Does anyone else have a very noisy coffee pot that likes to sputter and spit and do a strange gurgling sound as it brews? Our sure does...no one sleeps through the coffee-making process in this house. As I was sitting there thinking about everything I need to do today, I urge to make candy hit hard and fast.
It's been at least two years since I've been in the mood to make candy. Last year, I cheated and told my husband how to make peanut butter fudge candy. He did all the work and I just supervised . This morning, I decided it was time to make a batch of homemade caramel popcorn with peanuts. My husband was all too happy to fire up the popcorn popper and I put him in charge of making two batches of popcorn while I fired up my electric skillet and began work on the caramel. I'm in such an energized mood, I even took pics and will share them with you!
My husband took a bunch of popcorn to our friend Joe down the street. Joe doesn't have teeth. I warned my husband he might not be able to eat it. I was dead wrong. When it comes to sweets...Joe forgets he doesn't have teeth. He had no problem at all sucking the caramel off the nuts and spitting out the nut. He ate the whole container of popcorn with his coffee So, apparently I don't have to worry much about sending over stuff with nuts. Good to know with the holidays coming up!
I must really be in a cooking mood. I told my husband I'd make cranberry orange pork chops with fried rice and stir-fry veggies for dinner. All he has to do is go get a can of unsweetened frozen orange juice & a bottle of low sodium soy sauce. It only takes one bus ride to Walmart. He left on his mission. While he's away I've got some writing I need to get done today and work on a few other projects. Downloading and Uploading pics is one of them. Happy Fall Everyone!
Large skillet, in the process of making caramel.
Coat the popcorn & peanuts well. Will be VERY sticky and very HOT. Do not touch with your fingers at this stage!
Spread popcorn & peanuts on wax paper in a single layer. Let cool completely. It's OK to carefully nibble a bit, but be careful it's still hot at this point. Let set for about 20 minutes. Don't let husband eat it ALL.
If there is any left, put in a serving bowl or plastic air-tight container. The original directions say it can last up to two weeks in the fridge. I do not know. It never lasted more than two days in my house.
|It is that time already. Mid-September and time to start thinking and planning ahead. With things the way they are, and prices going so high, now more than ever it is important to carefully plan and start squirreling away necessary items. My husband and I have had several conversations and we've nailed down our plans for Thanksgiving.
This year, we are going non-traditional with our menu. I've taken careful steps to ensure my recipes all meet my diet restrictions and are therefore mostly low sodium, low potassium, low phosphorous, and very minimal processed foods/ingredients. We've decided on Shrimp Parmasian Enchiladas, fiesta cornbread, Spanish rice, Confetti corn (that's a maybe still), fruit salad, and my husband wants a pecan pie and I want pumpkin bread. We will be making enough so we can share with our neighbor Joe and at this point, my husband's sister says she and her boyfriend will be coming as well. I've made my grocery/supply list and will pick up a few things this month and in October so it doesn't all have to come out of our November budget.
We have not managed to get our plans for Christmas hammered out yet. But I told my husband we need to set our plans by the first of October so I can start getting little things now, so it doesn't all come out of our budget in December. Speaking of Christmas, we are going to put the tree up LATE this year! Probably Halloween weekend. At the very latest, Nov. 1. We've already been getting the house in order, much to my husband's dismay lol. Poor hubby, I had him take everything out of all my cabinets, drawers, and pantry in the kitchen. Then, together we sanitized everything...with bleach cleaner. We discovered two mouse nests and got them cleaned up. Now my kitchen is sparkly and fresh!
My husband does not know it, but I plan to tackle our walk-in closet next. Then, the living room needs to be re-arranged so we can make a place for the tree. I will have to have my bribes ready. Nope, I am not above bribery! It is amazing what I can get hubby to do if I have a pan of cinnamon rolls in the oven! Or his favorite triple chocolate cake. I found a mouth-watering cinnamon roll recipe that fits into my diet restrictions and I am so excited! I've made them once and my husband loved them...so I'll make another batch, and he will be very willing to help with the winter cleaning and prep
For updates about our new puppy Autumn Grace, I have started another blog just for her! Please check out "Autumn Grace's Blog "
|I called the Houston ASPCA for advice on how to treat an extremely emaciated dog. They actually sent two officer-type people out to visit. The guy didn't do or say much, just stood there but the lady officer petted Gracie's head and spoke to her gently. They said in her condition she'd likely be put to sleep and she said Gracie would likely not make it through the night. However, she did leave a bag of dry puppy chow and some fluid that is LIKE Pedialite but for dogs.
So, I did the next best thing and talked to my sister. She worked for a vet for years. Grace had horrible liquified bowels and puked a few times yesterday/in the night. But she willingly drank water. That was a good sign. I have a lot of folks praying for her.
Today, already we've seen some improvement! Baby steps. My sister suggested plain yogurt to help regulate her digestive system and pepto. Gracie loved the yogurt once we got her to actually taste it. She also said Grace needs high-fat foods but bland due to her tummy. We had her eat a little plain rice with scrambled eggs. She kept everything down and did not vomit.
Her bowls are thickening up. We are now at "pudding" stage. Which is better than what it was. I think she was someone's house dog, because when we were cleaning her crate she managed to walk (wobbly) over to the pee pad we use for Anne and she piddled on the pad! Yesterday, she couldn't even stand up. So another improvement!
Plans for tomorrow are to continue with bland soft food, yogurt, and Pepto. I've also been spending time just holding her. Power of touch. So she can feel my body heat and I gently pet her and tell her what a good dog she is and how much she is loved. She looks at me with such sweet, sweet eyes. I can't wait to show you a picture of her...her eyes will melt you!
Annie doesn't quite know what to make of this new dog. She really wants to play. She has a plushy donut that squeaks and its one of her favorite toys. Today, she left it near Gracie's crate...I think she's trying to share. Dogs are smart!! We tell Annie that is her new sister.
Fair warning: this entry might be a trigger to some with sensitive hearts.
I decided to write this out because I need a way to calm down and think some things through. My temper hit Nuclear Explosion Point this morning and I've been alternating between nail-spitting furry and crying from a broken heart. What could set me off on such a rollercoaster of emotions?
Early this morning my husband took the trash to the dumpster and when he tossed it in, he heard a very soft noise. He looked and saw a small dog. He had to get into the dumpster to get her. She was so weak and emaciated she could not stand. All she did was tremble. She's barely alive. Flies were all over her. Not only did some evil person (I can't say what I really mean here) not only abused and neglected this poor creature by letting her become so emaciated, but they also threw her out like trash!! I will keep my mouth shut on my feelings about that.
I've had the honor of nursing many animals back to health over the years, but I think this little girl is the worst case ever. She greedily drank the water, barely drank the broth, and refused the milk or dog food. I read some articles and called the ASPCA of Houston. They all say she needs very high-fat content. She is also showing signs of anemia and very obviously has worms. The lady at ASPCA said go ahead and worm her...even tho she's so weak. I sent hubby to the store to get some iron-fortified baby formula, low/no sodium broth, high fat hamburger meat and some "fatback". It is a package of nothing but pure pork fat. I'll dice it up very small and boil it. Then, she can have both the fatty broth from the meat and the fat.
We've named her Autumn Grace because she's a rusty brown color and we found her at the start of fall. I think I'll just call her Gracie for short. Not sure at all what kind of dog she is. She's small and from her feet and teeth, I'm fairly sure she's an adult but not very old. Still, under two I'd guess. I'm not going to show pics of her in her present condition. Once she is on her feet and stronger, then, I'll take her picture.
Few things push me to the point of being so furious but this is one of them. My heart just breaks for her...shes so pitiful looking. But I'm going to do my very best to help her. To bring her back to health and to treasure her as a member of our family for as long as God blesses us with her in our life.
|Gosh, how time flies! I can't believe the last time I wrote a blog was back in June! I really have gotten lazy.
We have had quite a bit of drama the last few days. Several months ago I announced we got a new dog named Boss. The owner was a lady down the street being evicted and had no way to take her dogs. Well....she has now returned to the apartment complex and has demanded her dog back. At first, Fred talked to her and said no, we took the dog to help her out. She couldn't take care of the dog or take him with her. The next day, she came to our door and told me she was going to tell everyone my husband hit her...if we didn't give the dog back. My husband has never been alone with her and even as angry and upset as she made him, he never even raised his voice to her. Unfortunately, MY temper flared and I slammed the door in her face...before my guilt kicked in and I realized I should have been more patient.
The next day, Fred packed up all Boss's toys and returned him to the lady. It hurt to lose him. BUT, we both (my husband and I) realize that woman is not mentally well...and we really don't need that kind of mess in our lives. My husband shed a lot of tears and I was worried he was going to go into a depression.
So, yesterday, without telling him I trolled Craigslist and found a puppy needing a good home. Found a lady not far from us who is moving and couldn't take her dog with her. The puppy was abandoned at a Walmart...and she rescued it. But the place she is moving to won't allow pets. She thinks the dog is about 7 months old...and she was willing to deliver it to me. And she didn't ask for any money. So, I had her deliver it while hubby was not home. She was a bit bigger than I expected and I suspect she has some hunting dog in him, maybe some Catahoula. She's got long, gangly legs and big paws and chestnut colored. Very pretty!
She was curled up sleeping on the bed when hubby walked in. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw her! He immediately picked her up and started loving on her. He said she reminds him of the hunting dogs on Where The Red Fern Grows, so he named her Little Ann. I call her Annie. I've got to try to get some pics but she doesn't sit or stand still very long!
This morning, when Fred took Ann for a walk, the woman who took Boss...tried to give Boss BACK to Fred! What kind of crazy lady is she??? Anyway, Fred told her No thank you, we have a dog and he walked off. Little Ann is skittish on the leash and cowers when cars pass by. We are going to have to work with her on that. I have puppy pads for her, but she likes to pee on the floor and eat/chew the pads She's very vocal...and "yips" at you when she wants attention. But when she barks...it has a bay to it, like a hunting dog. Fred took her to meet our friend Joe and Joe has a cat...and she was gentle with the cat and didn't try to be rough or anything. I think she's going to be a very good dog.
Its hard right now for Fred to see Boss...but he knows giving him back was the right thing to do. We talked it over and she is such a spiteful, unhappy person....perhaps Boss is the only source of love she has? Maybe she needed him more than we did? When it comes to situations like this, we just have to try and see it from a compassionate point of view and put our trust in God. HE knows best. We feel we did the right thing and God blessed us with Little Ann.
|I have so much I need to write but I have to admit I've been procrastinating. I haven't forgotten I owe ya'll a part two sharing what I was up to in January, February and March. I'm working on it but its taking longer than I expected.
Last week was hard.My husband was dealing with some issues which kept me distracted. Then, very late Thursday he had I don't know what you'd call it. A mental meltdown or issue? Anyway, whatever you call it, he is now in the hospital and we were told he will need to be there 5 - 7 days while they adjust his medications.
To keep myself busy and distracted from worrying I have started a new project. I was able to get some cotton yarn and found this super easy keyhole kitchen towel pattern. Looked easy enough and I'm going to make a set for my kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen set will be done in blues, greens and creams. For the Bathroom I'll use teal, cream and coral. If I have enough yarn perhaps I'll make some washcloths for the kitchen as well.
For those who might be interested here is the video link on youtube. If you make them, let me know!
|I have never been so humiliated in all my life. That is saying something because I have had many, many moments of embarasment in my life over the years. But this steals the show.
Last night I started a really good book and before I knew it I'd stayed up all night reading. I know my husband got up and went to his friends house for coffee at about 5AM but I was so absorbed in my book I kinda forgot he left the house. Now would be a good time to admit I was engrossed in a spine tingling thriller about a serial killer...when all of a sudden the front door bursts open!
I let out a blood cuddling scream that would have made Steven King proud. I screamed so loud I scared my husband nearly as much as he scared me. I can not repeat what he said, but I'm sure you can well imagine. He stormed off to the bedroom and I was getting calmed down and about to start reading again when I heard sirens.
Now, hearing sirens is nothing new in this neighborhood. Happens ALL the time. But, apparently I screamed a lot louder than I thought because someone called the cops and told them they heard loud screaming. Two very serious looking Houston Police Officers asked if I would mind stepping out onto the porch. They asked if anyone else was in the apartment and I told them yes, my husband. Poor husband, he had stripped down and gotten in bed. They separated us and asked a million questions.
I explained what happened...showed him the tablet with the thriller book and still, he kept eyeballing me...I could tell he did NOT believe me. Kept asking did I feel safe in my home. Would I like them to take me somewhere? Had my husband and I been arguing? I was given a business card with an abuse hot line number. They made it clear they thought I was covering something up.
My husband kept glaring at me...and has yet to speak to me. I'm not really looking forward to when he does...
One a more cheerful note, I finished the book! I think it will be a while before I start another one.
What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
If you attend church, you have probably heard this preached a time or two. I know I have. I've read the words more than a few times as well, but the true impact of the words never really sank in. Yes, I've always known I've belonged to God. Yes, I know his Spirit lives within us and yes, I have known our bodies are the temple where God dwells but no, I've never really meditated on that or let it sink in much deeper. And, as I was laying in the hospital bed wondering how on earth I was going to "fix" this problem facing me, that scripture kept coming to mind.
Now, I know what I'm about to write will to some of you seem rather um radical. Especially to my friends who are not Christian. To you, I am probably going to sound like I've fallen off my rocker and I understand. My Christian friends will kinda know where I'm coming from a little better..but even ya'll might think I've gone a tad bit too far. Perhaps. Maybe not. But I feel compelled to share with you because I KNOW I am not the only one dealing with health issues. I don't know if anything I share will help, but if on the off chance it does, then sharing will be well worth it.
As I said, I was laying in the hospital bed wrestling with trying to figure out how to deal with stage 4 kidney disease. Things had to change. I had to change, but how? Slowly and gently, God started to speak to my heart. He reminded me of the scripture mentioned above. Then, he made it very clear the meaning. Who created me? God did. Who gave me the breath of life? God did. Who died for me? Jesus did. When Jesus died for me, he purchased me....lock, stock and barrel from Satan and Jesus owns my soul.
So. To be clear, I do not own this body! It is merely on loan to me as I inhabit this realm. As such, I am merely the housekeeper and grounds keeper of this body. At some point, it seems reasonable that when I die and my body and soul return to God it seems logical He will hold me responsible for how I treated and took care of HIS property. Think of a car rental place. When you return the car to the shop, they inspect it and you have to give an account for any damages done. What if God does something similar when we return our bodies? Well...it IS something to consider!
Now, the Bible says our bodies are a temple. So, next, I got to thinking...and God got to speaking to my heart again. If our bodies are the temple then our mouth is the gate way. What we put INTO our mouths can be looked at as our offerings...when we give an offering, we are supposed to give our very best. Our unblemished, perfect offerings. Now. it would seem logical that when we offer unto God's temple good, wholesome, healthy foods...this would be considered unblemished...it is our very best. But if we eat unhealthy foods, foods that cause us harm or just "junk" food...it is reasonable that this would be considered unacceptable to God as an offering. Does this make sense?? To think of what you eat as your offering to God's temple. Thinking in this manner has been a huge motivator for me the past few months. I want to always give my very best to God....not my least.
By the same reasoning, I began to think of my whole body. Not just what I eat or don't eat. Think of a church. A physical building we call God's house. The outside appearance is just as important is the inside. No one is going to be drawn to a decrepit, falling down building overgrown with shrubbery and tall weeds. Same with our bodies, God's temple. Do you think God wants to inhabit a disease riddled, unhealthy, unclean temple?? When we put forth effort to groom ourselves and take care with our appearance it is not vanity (unless you go over board and become consumed by looks). We offer to God a clean and pleasing place to dwell.
So, that is when I stopped thinking in terms of it being my body...and started really focusing on the fact my body belongs to God...and I am "renting" and at some point, when I return it, God will want an accounting for any damages done to his property while in my possession. I also started paying very close attention to WHAT I put into my body...thinking each meal as an OFFERING to God...am I giving God my very best or am I just giving him whatever is handy? Are my choices building up and strengthening God's temple or is it destroying and killing God's temple?
To Be Continued!