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Guided by prompts from WDC blogging challenges... and of course, life |
HI! I'm Jenn - and I'm all over the place (well, at least my mind is). In this blog, I have attempted to gather my thoughts on things prompted/inspired by WDC blogging challenges from "Journalistic Intentions"  , "The Soundtrack of Your Life" , "Blogging Circle of Friends " , "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" and, well, LIFE.    |
| Life is like a tornado. It has picked me up and held me prisoner in its vortex for the last few days. All these doctors! And my new "part-time" job has sucked any remaining energy from me. I've been passing out before 8pm every night this week. Makes it hard to keep up with my blog or household chores, but I'm sure I'll get into the swing of things - or I'll have to turn in my notice at work. Health comes first after all. There's still a whole mess of personal things going on too. It is what it is though. The Lord wouldn't put me in a situation I couldn't handle though, and help is just a prayer away. I'm reminded every day of how blessed I am to be able to wake up and enjoy all the Lord has given me. Things could be worse for me, they already have more than a few times. In fact, I'm kinda like a cat with how many times I've been at death's door and somehow come through it. My death doesn't scare me. You want to know what truly scares me? Outliving my daughters or losing my memory completely. My memory is the only place some of those most dear to me can be found now. As far as the kids, some drama happened recently that reminded me of how much I love my girls and how despondent I would be should either one die before me, or have terrible things happen to them that they would then have to suffer/live through. Let's suffice it to say that circumstances scared the living shit outta me! I would do anything for my girls to be safe - even drive thousands of miles across the country to rescue one of them from a bad situation. That's a summary of why I haven't posted in a while. Life is too short. Better enjoy what you have while you have it. |
| I haven't been on WDC as much as usual of late, as I've been out of sorts. I had to go in today to have some cardiac tests run. Lemme tell you, those myocardial stress tests suck! And it took the hospital TWO hours to get an IV in me for the darned procedures. I guess I'm just special like that - but I did warn them that I'm a hard stick. Two regular sticks followed by three using ultrasound guidance before they finally hit a vein. Came out of the place all bruised up, looking like a junkie. Then the stuff they pumped into me, I thought that stuff was gonna be what finally killed me! But I'm still alive, and more than a little worse for the wear. Tired as can be. The only procedure that wasn't absolutely horrible was the ECG. I've probably seen more of the interior workings of my own body in my 45 years than some see in their entire lifetimes. But, those were the cards I have been dealt so those are the ones I must play this game of Life using. Yesterday evening, there were even more problems. Had the hubby worried to absolute death! I was napping on the sofa when a massive cramp in my left thigh woke me up. Hurt worse than when I was shot in the leg. I don't say expletives often but a whole string of really good ones came out - those I am generally offended by in normal situations. Massive leg cramp in the leg with the blood clot and my body temperature plummets. WTF?! Still don't know what caused that little crapisode. But, I'm still alive and somewhat kicking. Being ill makes me so tired though. The Lord is my comfort however. And I am reminded each day that there are still people out there who have it worse than I do, this is just a test of my conviction to Christ and to life. And giving up on either would be a cop-out. Cheerio's for the day everyone! May the Lord bless you all and keep you all safe, sane, and healthy (or at least relatively so). |
| Its October!! Soon, the temperatures will be cooling off and Fall will be able to actually be seen down here in Texas. This month, I am participating in "Journalistic Intentions" and continuing to participate in "Blogging Circle of Friends " - and of course, life will be visited from time to time as well... Day 3244 - October 1, 2021 “October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”~ ― Rainbow Rowell Let this quote inspire your writing today. Call me crazy, but I have always been a fan of corduroy. Love that fabric! I bring out my corduroy pants as soon as the weather gets cool enough to wear them. October is one of my favorite months too. There are so many great things that begin to happen in October. In Texas, the weather usually starts to become chilly, the farther into the month we go. And I love Fall, with the leaves falling everywhere, the crispness to the air, the hint of scent of plant decay outside. It's all so beckoning to me, it pulls me out of doors to interact with nature in all her Autumn glory. I love that this is the time of year we can start cooking and eating heartier meals, those that were too heavy for summertime consumption, like stews and chili and casseroles. And pumpkins! I love pumpkins. I keep them as decorations, then right before Halloween, I carve them up and pull out all the seeds and pumpkin meat and then create ghastly faces which will glow from within on Halloween night. And the seeds, I salt them and roast them for an extra special treat for the family! And who can forget all the Halloween candy! I buy candy knowing full well that trick-or-treaters seldom show up at our doorstep, but also knowing that I'll then have an excuse to eat all those sugary treats myself. So much to love about this time of year, and this month in particular! October! You're as close to perfect as any month can get.             "Journalistic Intentions" October 1, 2021Food! Prompt: American Butchery I grew up in an area of Texas farmland where we raised our own animals for slaughter. We'd name the animals, of course, but we knew they would eventually end up on our table so we gave them names like Sir Loin, T Bone, and Pork Chop - some of them had normal names after a while but we still knew that they would eventually become sustenance for us. We knew what our animals were eating and we knew there were no growth hormones or other additives. I learned early how to slaughter an animal, how to bleed it and skin it (or remove the feathers from birds), how to cut it up. Butchering the animals took the whole family. My favorite part of it was making burger meat. The grinder we used was a manual one and required someone to turn the handle for the meat to be ground. It was messy and strange noises came from the meat as it was being ground up. I'd be covered in blood and gore by the end of my task. But I enjoyed it. As Momma and Daddy became older, they decided to take the animals to the local slaughter house for processing. We lived in a predominately Czech area of Texas, and the spice blend they used in the sausage was unlike any I can find in the stores today. The flavor of the meats we grew and slaughtered ourselves or took for local processing was much fresher and tastier than anything I have been able to find in my adult life. Then again, small time processing will always be more favorable than mass production in my opinion. |
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