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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.

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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!
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November 18, 2021 at 11:16am
November 18, 2021 at 11:16am
An easy prompt for tonight. I'm tired, don't want to think much, so an easy one. What did you do during the 'Great Shutdown For The Upgrade' of WDC today? Tell us all the 'gory' details!

I did two things of interest. First, I got out my acrylic paints and started a Christmas painting. It has been quite a while since I attempted painting and I enjoyed it. But, once upon a time in a not so distant time, I could sit and paint for HOURS. This time, however, my fingers and hands started cramping up after only an hour of work. That was a little frustrating. I got about half done and the rest will have to wait for another day.

After my hands started their protest, I pulled out my tablet and decided to read one of the books I downloaded. It was FREE from Amazon Prime. I've read this author before and she is really good. I enjoy her stories. The book I read yesterday was "Burn You Twice" By Mary Burton. It was a mystery thriller about an arsonist who tries to burn the main character not once but twice!

Is it me or are ebooks a lot faster to read than old-fashioned paperbacks? I find I can breeze through an ebook in one day, sometimes only a few hours... whereas regular books used to take a few days. I just downloaded this book and now I'm already needing to download another one.

Oh, I baked a pan of ginger spice brownies. I sprinkled mini M&M's and mini chocolate chips over half and then, melted a can of vanilla icing and drizzled that over the whole thing. Once chilled, they become deliciously chewy like a brownie. Took some to Joe our neighbor and some to the angry neighbors as well. Everyone seemed to like them.
November 16, 2021 at 3:17pm
November 16, 2021 at 3:17pm
A mysterious package showed up in my mailbox today. ONLY my husband knows I had asked him to pick up a small package of cinnamon disk candies the next time he is at the dollar store. I like to have those around during holidays and they take care of minor sore throats and coughs just as well as expensive cough drops.

Well, for the last few weeks he has forgotten the candy request and it really wasn't a big deal. Today he went to the apartment mailboxes and checked ours. There was a small package inside with my name on it.

Someone...somewhere....somehow sent me a package of not generic cinnamon disks, but they sent me a whole pound of Brach's cinnamon disks and they came from a sweet shop in Hatfield, PA. There was NO note, no letter nothing telling me WHO they are from!? I did not order them and neither did my husband.

It is a mystery. No one (except hubby) knew of my request for this particular type of candy. Yet, someone sent it to me. I sure would like to send my thanks and gratitude to whoever sent these delicious treats. I have them proudly displayed in my Christmas candy dish on my coffee table and a few in my empty nut can right next to my recliner :)
November 16, 2021 at 1:54pm
November 16, 2021 at 1:54pm
This one will cover one of my favorite subjects, Food.
Do you follow a certain regimen/diet when it comes to eating?
Other than something you might be allergic to, are there any foods you avoid or limit yourself to? What's your favorite meal to prepare. Share your recipe if you like. (I have a 'killer' chocolate recipe!) *Smile*

*Apple* *Banana* *Orange* *Blueberries* *CupcakeO* *Cookie5* *Candy3*

*QuestionP* Do I follow a certain regiment/diet? No, not really. We eat whatever looks good. However, I DO try to limit salt, sodium, and potassium. I also try to intentionally have high iron foods at least two times a week.

*QuestionB* Do I avoid any kinds of foods (aside from anything I'm allergic to? Yes. I do not like white corn commonly called homeny. I don't like the white corn tortillas or grits. I also avoid pears and anything with a "gritty" texture. Some pork products have a gritty texture to me. Badly made cornbread is something I avoid. I don't like artichokes or sea scallops. Not overly fond of oysters or clams. Other than those few things, I am not a picky food person.

*QuestionO* I have many "favorite" meals I love to prepare it just depends on my mood, what's on sale and who I am cooking for and the occasion. I LOVE playing with and trying out new ethnic seasonings and spices. Something I would really like to explore and learn about very soon is Indian cooking. I've been reading about Indian spices and herbs and searching out easy recipes to begin with. Been searching the web for places to order Indian seasonings/herbs for a reasonable price...anyone who has recommendations would be welcome!

*Apple* *Banana* *Orange* *Blueberries* *CupcakeO* *Cookie5* *Candy3*

November 15, 2021 at 7:45pm
November 15, 2021 at 7:45pm
You and your two best friends are going on a month-long road trip. Where are you going? What three items must be in your luggage for this trip to be a great experience for you.

My friends and I are going to explore the great big wide-open spaces of the Lone Star State! There are many vast areas within this one state to wander. The hill country, the great planes, the gulf coast, major cities like Houston, Austin, Dallas and San Antonio. There is the Grand Canyon and Canyon Lake, and all the nooks and crannies in between! Don't forget, any great Texas adventure MUST include floating down the Guadalupe River in an inner tube.

For this adventure, I will need some essential items. Aside from my obvious clothes, toiletries, snacks, and purse, I will HAVE to have a good pair of sunglasses. Can't go on a road trip without good sunglasses! I'll also need some sunblock and shea butter and probably some aloe gel. A ball cap...any kind will do, just something to help block some of the hot Texas sun. Even in fall and winter, the sun can be a bit strong. Good, comfy shoes that are lightweight and dry quickly in case they get wet. Better yet, bring a second pair as a backup just in case. An old-fashioned, old-school map is something I always like to have cos you can't always rely on GPS apps. Thank God I grew up in a generation we still learned how to actually read a physical map! Finally, last but not least, a camera for taking tons of pictures of everything we see and do. Gonna need them for the scrapbook that will result from this adventure.
*Camera* {yes, yes, I know the prompt said THREE items...I'm a woman and yes I overpacked. Did you actually expect me to bring only three vital items on a month-long road trip? *Whistle* *RollEyes*)


FYI Update: Holiday meal is finalized and purchased. Will start early prep this week. First step is to experiment and try a new cranberry pie recipe. I have been practicing a braided crisscross design that has a poinsettia in the middle...but I also played with making pinecones and can't decide which I like best. The flower or pinecones? I have a ton of photos but need to upload them to my PC so I can create images here and then post them for you guys. That is on my To-Do list.

Made gingerbread today and it was a success! Our friend Joe and the neighbors all loved it...so I'll try to make more closer to thanksgiving. Now I need to make my sweet potato pecan pies and banana bread. Then my baking for this month will be done. *CupcakeY* *Banana*
November 12, 2021 at 5:06pm
November 12, 2021 at 5:06pm
A reminder I could say to myself before I’m tempted to respond to anger with anger, to fear with fear, to negativity with negativity is...

"This too shall pass" is something I tell myself ALL the time when something comes at me and I'm tempted to respond in kind to whatever is facing me.

I also ask "Is this worth trading my peace for?" Is whatever it is, worth losing some of my peace or joy? Is it worth my time? Very little is actually worth losing peace or joy over.

November 10, 2021 at 11:29pm
November 10, 2021 at 11:29pm
Today's prompt reminded me of an incident not long after I was married. The first whole year we were married we did not have electricity or running water. We had gas for the stove but my hubby had to "fetch" the water from the well outback. It did not have a working pump so he had to draw it up manually. Needless to say, we were very frugal and stingy with our water usage.

Anyway, we could use the commode. All we had to do is do our business and pour about half a bucket of water down the bowl and it would flush. But, that is neither here nor there in this particular story. It was winter. It was freezing cold and to save on our heating bill, we partitioned off the kitchen, put our bed in the kitchen, and used the gas stove for heat and cooking. This meant the rest of the house was freezing cold.

One night I was awakened by the sound of "water" running but very soon discovered it was my new husband sitting on the side of the bed peeing in one of my antique milk glass vases! Oh yes, I made it very, very clear I don't care how cold or how late it is, my antique vase was NOT an acceptable chamber pot! He got such an ear full...and such a glare I noticed the next day the vase was put on a bookcase in the living room and well out of temptation's reach.

I never caught him doing that again. I'm not sure what he used when I wasn't looking *Laugh*
November 10, 2021 at 3:52pm
November 10, 2021 at 3:52pm
This entry is many entries wrapped up into one. Sorry for the delay, but as you'll read, life got a little distracting. I'm attempting to play catch up with this post. I may accidentally leave out one or two, but hopefully I'll remember most.

First, why have I not had time to do my daily blog posts? We had new neighbors move in. To say they are disturbed would be an understatement. In the first week, they lived here, the police were called twice to break up their knock-down-drag-out fights. Their living room wall shares a wall with our bedroom and a few times it sounded like they were trying to force their way through the wall. I'm 46 and have lived in some questionable places, was raised by brothers who were roughneck bikers....one was a sailor...and still...STILL...I have never heard such venomous, hateful language coming from two people who profess to love one another. As far as we can tell, there are no kids. Just them, thankfully.

Four days after they moved in, we noticed people yelling outside, which is nothing new but there was something different about their "tone". I peeked out of my window and was surprised to see nearly a dozen people in the street and there were three men I could see from where I was, literally fist fighting in the middle of the dang street! What was this? The West Side Story? I expected them to spring into dancing at any moment....but they didn't. The people-watching was getting ugly...at this point, they were right in front of our door...but in the street. Such angry people....of all colors...not just one, so I don't think this was a racial issue. Police came and things broke up after that.

I noticed my husband was sticking close to home then, after the incident in the road, he stopped leaving the house. In fact, he got downright clingy and annoying. From the moment I'd wake up until the moment I closed my eyes to sleep he was underfoot. He wanted to sit on the couch and watch movies...normally, if he is home, he sits in the bedroom and watches TV (not movies) and leaves me alone to be online and I typically listen to music. He stopped going out to his friend's house. Then, he wanted to talk. Friends, my husband has the gift of gab and can talk a person's ear off if he takes the mood to do so. Every movie he watched with me he wanted to talk about.

Most times, my husband doesn't talk a whole lot. He observes. You make the mistake of thinking he doesn't notice or care about something because we won't say anything..but you'd be wrong. Over the years of marriage, I've learned my husband notices and remembers every little thing. Finally, I demanded to know why he was not going out to see our friend Joe down the street and he said he didn't trust the neighbors and didn't want them talking to me.

With everything going on, he just didn't trust leaving me home alone. I reminded him we are not people who hide or refuse to face the enemy just because they rear their heads. I also reminded him not one single person around us is our enemy. We had a long talk and my husband finally realized what we must do is pray for everyone. Find a way to bring peace to the neighborhood. These are good people who are facing their own problems. Ok. so. FINALLY, today, my husband decided to go with his friend Joe to help Joe's brother do a job.

I was blessed with several hours of ALONE time!!! I was so thankful...dear heavens I love my husband dearly, but I was close to tossing the tv through the nearest window! I can only deal with so much "boob tube" before it drives me insane. I cranked up my music and here I am. I got to READ many of the blog entries, got to catch up on all the newsfeed posts, and now, I'm writing a nice, long blog entry of my own.

I remember a blog prompt about someone missing. That one jogged a memory of my graduating class. I grew up in a small town about 45 minutes from San Antonio and it was my first year of high school. This was way back in 1989! We did not live in a big city, but that doesn't mean we didn't have big-city problems like the fact our high school had not one, not two but THREE very distinct, real as it gets gangs fighting for control of the campus. That's right. I went to school with the Bloods, The Crypts and the Aryan Brothers. And all three were ones you didn't fool with unless you had a death wish. The first week of my Freshman year, we had a record-breaking 28 fights that involved more than two people and weapons. There was serious talk about having armed police patrol the hallways, they seriously considered metal detectors and some committee had the brilliant idea to move a falling-down house to the middle of campus and turn it into a daycare center for the teenage moms of my school. Yeap. that was my high school. Within the four years, I would attend, 5 of my fellow graduating class members would die. **Names changed for obvious reasons** Bret was out with his friends four-wheeling and shooting guns when his best friends accidentally shot him in the chest. Micheal just got his learner permit and his parents got him a motorcycle. He was driving at night and pulled in front of an 18 wheeler and died on impact. A Hispanic girl named Lucy was murdered in the small courtyard of the Catholic church just one block from downtown city square during the livestock show and rodeo that happens every fall. The church planted a white rose bush where her body was found and it still grows there today.

Then there was Jay. I've tried, but I can't remember his last name. But Jay was in several of my classes including Biology. He was most definitely the type of guy that was NOT supposed to catch my eye. He did not belong to any of the gangs, but none of them liked him...but none of them messed with Jay. He as Hispanic and Native American. Tall. Well, taller than my own whopping 5'2 so I always tried to wear heals when Mom wasn't looking. I didn't want him to think I was too short. He had hair that fell well past his shoulders...long and straight and always clean and well brushed. He wore a very small feather tied under his hair but if you looked you'd see it. Beat up, rugged jeans and nine times out of then a black t-shirt with a heavy metal band and a checked plaid shirt over it...even in the Texas heat he wore the denim jacket. Frayed in all the right places...Yes, girls, a Bon Jovi song come to life...I swear the man looked like an Angel come to earth. His toothy grin...well, he didn't grin much, but when he did...looked more like a wolf snarling but that was part of the charm I suppose. His eyes were the color of dark melted chocolate. Ok. Do you get the point? He was the first boy that caught my undivided teenage attention. For the most part, he didn't know I was alive..much less notice to cow eyes I'm sure I threw at him. He was always getting kicked out of class or getting into trouble anyway.

One day, during time to change classes I was running late and the tardy bell was about to ring so I was rushing. It had rained and the sidewalk was slick and I hit the gravel and landed hard on my knees. Books and papers went flying...and out of my good girl mouth came a word I'd heard my brothers say countless times...and wouldn't ya know Jay was behind me and heard me with my potty mouth! I was gritting my teeth, both knees and my palms were scraped and bleeding...and I was trying to smile my brightest and look like nothing at all was wrong...as Jay was talking to me and I swear all I heard were angels singing. I have no idea what the boy said to me. I just remember nodding my head and smiling at him. The boy everyone said was so horrible...he walked me to the nurse's station and waited with me while the nurse cleaned my cuts and put band-aids on and sent us both to class. I swear, if he had suggested we run away into the sunset I would have gone with him. But no. He walked me to class and actually stayed in class the entire time. Only a few days later he didn't show up to class. Cops came. Asked questions. He was never seen or heard from again. Just vanished. It's always been a mystery. Where did he go? Rumors were rampant...but no one ever knew for sure. Wanted posters rather than missing posters were put out by the authorities. To this day, he's never been found. Until this prompt, I had completely forgotten him and the others who died before walking across the stage to graduate. They were my age. My classmates. People I took for granted would always be around. It was nice tho, having their ghosts come and visit me as I re-lived those long-ago memories.

Several prompts about not enough donuts, sick neighbors unable to harvest hay and being spoiled by too much praise.

We live in a broken world with people going through unimaginable things...some that are obvious and others that are not. This is a hard, cold, harsh world...so why make it more so? Why not offer a little kindness? A little softness? Would a kind word really be all that awful? People from all walks are hoarding and trying to get what they can before someone else does. Would it really be so bad to give instead of take? I really don't need to criticize anyone. I don't need to scold or tell them they are wrong...because deep down, they already KNOW they are....what they need is to hear that they are loved anyway. That someone cares despite what they do...no one said loving your enemy was easy! No one said giving should be easy. No one said give when it was easy. When it was convenient. When it feels good. What about when giving hurts? What about when you give even tho you really don't have anything to give? It is that kind of love that will move mighty mountants. That will see the chains of hate break once and for all. When I think of my neighbors...I don't hate them. I don't fear them....I feel an overwhelming sense of compassion and I want them to feel loved....so they feel safe and secure....it is only going to happen if it starts with ME.

And, in typing that, I just made up my mind. I know my husband will freak out first, then after he thinks about it he will realize I am right...but I've just decided to ask our loud, yelly neighbors over for dinner. If they can't come that is ok...because I will make them dinner and take it to them...either way, I plan to feed them! Then, we'll see what happens. I'll keep ya posted!
November 3, 2021 at 5:57pm
November 3, 2021 at 5:57pm
You live in a tourist town. There's always an 'interesting mix of visitors. But this year they are especially... different. In what way?

I think most folks would agree Houston, Texas is rather touristy! And boy do we attract people of all kinds! Here lately tho, within the last year I've noticed we are getting an uptick in say they are from out of town, but I think they really mean, they are from out of the galaxy.

Why, just a few nights ago...I believe it was Sunday night, you should have seen the folks walkn up and down our street. There were witches, goblins, ghosts, a werewolf, and they didn't even TRY to look human or normal! Pranced around proud as could be without a care in the world. They come in all sizes and shapes too! And let me tell ya something, wherever they are from, they have a serious demand for sweets and treats!

Every time one greeted me, instead of the usual "howdy" or "hello" they shouted "trick or treat!" And held out an orange globe-looking bucket with black triangle eyes and creepy grins. Some had ghoulish-looking bags. I learned real quick if you put a piece of candy or some kind of treat in the globe or bag, they will walk on. If you don't they seem like they tend to get a bit of an attitude and act offended. I've gotten in the habit of keeping a bit of candy in my pockets, you never know when you might run into one of these um, tourists!
November 2, 2021 at 4:19pm
November 2, 2021 at 4:19pm
You are the curator of a museum. This museum has an area of interest to you. Take us on a guided tour of your latest exhibition.

This prompt hit my email box last night and so, I laid there in bed thinking about this. A museum. And what area of interest would hold my greatest interest? Quite a few ideas sprang up. First, I thought about a gardening section that maybe explores the history of various flowers, plants, and trees. Horticulture and Agriculture would fit so nicely into this section as well and there is a rich history of both that would do any museum proud.

But, then, I thought what about an area that explored and exhibited the history of literature? I also thought about an area on the history of cooking. Through the ages, the methods and traditions of preparing food have changed radically...and wouldn't that be interesting to see it all displayed?

What about trains? Trains are cool! A display that shows the evolution of the train and railroad. That has a very turbulent and rich history...how many stories of the lives that were impacted over the years...both in good and bad ways? How it shaped and changed so many things...

Then, as I was finally drifting off to sleep and yeah, I was listening to Christmas music (already) I wondered about the history of Christmas? Wouldn't it be magical to see an area where the history of how every culture celebrated Christmas through history?

So my friends, take your pick. They are all areas I could see myself spending hours and hours in such areas. Reading back on this entry, I guess you got more of a tour of my weird, jumbled mind than a well-thought-out and planned museum!*Laugh*

November 1, 2021 at 10:43am
November 1, 2021 at 10:43am
We all have possessions of some type. Tell us five possessions you can’t live without, and why they are on this list.

Dec 12 of last year I discovered exactly what I can and can not live without. That is when my husband and I packed everything we could into two suitcases, hopped on a GreyHound bus and moved to Houston, Texas to start all over. Everything else was either sold or left behind.

So what did I tuck into my suitcase other than clothes? 1. My Bible. Can't live without that. 2. I had an extensive Nativity collection and I saved two that meant the most to me. One was a set of plastic figures that had belonged to my Grandma and I can remember playing with them as a child. The second was one my husband bought me as a surprise the second year we were married. 3. All of my physical merit badges Story Mistress and others have sent me. Yes, they are among my possessions I could not possibly bear to part with. They are safely wrapped in a plastic baggie tucked into the pocket of my backpack. I have special plans for them. 4. My cell phone and fire tablet. I read all my e-books on my tablet. 5. my address book. I'm still kinda old fashioned and keep a physical notebook with people's addresses and phone numbers...it has previous employers, previous addresses, passwords...all sorts of important information. All written in one little ol book that is held together with tape and has pages falling out lol. I keep saying I'll get a new one..but then, I think of the work it will be to transfer all that info into a new book and yeah well...maybe one day lol

If I've learned anything at all through the past year's adventure it is that possessions will come and go. They are not what is important, because even when they are gone, you still carry the memories. I've learned to be very careful about saying I couldn't possibly live without something because the time will come when I might just have to prove it.

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