tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21797051554105504142024-02-07T05:42:42.701-05:00My Little Slice of HeavenVignettes of a Life in Transitiondlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-46084286674120635102012-01-26T09:35:00.002-05:002012-01-26T09:37:32.029-05:00Lately<div align="center">It was spirit week at LCA this week. Today was superhero day. Here is my little superhero...what a cutie!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbR_aiyqRxc_kQ_ESXwOEtX5nSyTlEtZm94RCLrScoBKq7Iy-bINzIt7SxJRbIksTHmA5h3FSke5qyk5jAkFuI5-4mo8TezpASA7u4E9tzmL_aP4idDeV_s_2aakpi2JHpeVxFdXadvreq/s1600/noah2012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701949446982310066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbR_aiyqRxc_kQ_ESXwOEtX5nSyTlEtZm94RCLrScoBKq7Iy-bINzIt7SxJRbIksTHmA5h3FSke5qyk5jAkFuI5-4mo8TezpASA7u4E9tzmL_aP4idDeV_s_2aakpi2JHpeVxFdXadvreq/s320/noah2012.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-42182345105962422052011-08-13T10:24:00.007-04:002011-08-13T11:07:07.999-04:00Birthday's and suchWe celebrated two birthday's this week. My sweetheart's birthday was Tuesday he turned forty-five. We celebrated with lasagna and cheese cake. Friday was Lauren's birthday. She turned twenty-two, although she keeps saying she wishes she were still eighteen, but don't we all!
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<br />This morning I awoke with plans to cook a big breakfast. I had bacon and wanted to make homemade biscuits. I looked up a new buttermilk biscuit recipe and begin preparing the dough in my favorite glass bowl. Andrew joined me in the kitchen and we were talking as he cooked the bacon. After cutting out the biscuits and placing them into the oven, I begin to clean up the dirty dishes. I wash my big clear glass Pyrex bowl by hand and dried it to put away.
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<br />I love this bowl. I have had it for many years and have used it to mix cake batter, cookie dough, dumplings, brownies, biscuits and so many other things. It was the largest bowl I owned. I keep it on the top shelf in my cabinet over the dishwasher. I nest several smaller glass bowls inside due to space limitations in my kitchen. Which has never been a problem...until this morning. I don't know if my hands were still wet, maybe my arms were a little weak from not being awake long, but whatever the case, this bowl filled with the other glass bowls slipped from my hands and hit the counter top with a loud crash! Glass went flying! Everything stopped...when it was all over, my favorite bowl was shattered into millions of pieces all over the counter and the kitchen floor. I stood very still as the glass continued to spill off the counter top onto the floor.</div>
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<br />dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-50250315245357660072011-08-02T21:41:00.006-04:002011-08-02T22:12:34.959-04:00Eggs and a Few Things...We have EGGS....<br />Hennie Pennie started laying last week. She was giving us one a day until Saturday...Andrew and I went to the flock swap at the Downtown family feed store and we brought home two more hens. We wanted to supplement our eggs production until our other six were old enough to lay. I guess these new hens disturbed Hennie Pennie's routine and she has skipped a couple of days giving eggs. On top of that, the two new hens have only given two eggs in four days. So I suppose it will take everyone a little time to adjust to the new conditions. Hennie Pennie is a barred rock and lays brown eggs. The two new ones, Goldie and Blackie, are Ameraucana's and they lay the blue-green "Easter" eggs. <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636440082653665170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sr9VjU6MAM3XWC2rQ4VbHkrrg9duC0OJQlmaTyz-AVcc-7j8kjQJMQPao6kFUDprSAGOFrDPH-q8jwCvp38WwQZllvCdoOGgfbEWiK1nS8y695baKEEzBeJv7wwSF-lUpOyvF6ks3iHL/s320/misc711+019.JPG" />Here are the last of my heirloom tomatoes. I was very disappointed with my tomatoes this year. I have never had problems growing tomatoes in my life. But this year, they got bottom rot and I lost all of my tomato plants. I did manage to harvest a few Roma's and a few of these heirloom variety tomatoes. <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636439894234547042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYQ42Qxrnx2basSBi_-6fMs2urx_6fPyP7eJlfXRFi2YY1FDtAqxGqErMBroqNtCYL0h4gNqs7pXurHQ1JoOsiRgmfhMuWh1nqwYST4xjN850e4Nth9JhszbPU5nLtf-LcA4XxmnitEdl/s320/misc711+016.JPG" />I planted a couple egg plants and this is my Japanese eggplant. I usually only plant black beauties but thought I would try something different. So far, so good.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSZsspdJdlGB0lRdtxbjSDlDBN56DoEXhcdPRes-eIyWPwq1Tlr76eZlz7PRrWofmku5qRJoy1tyuD0Gw0LRlIMps23F0zwj_cUZHfP2rhLdSGeHr6ofQ3cW98bTsOeKG3jKc9-VpYj2_/s1600/misc711+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636439765391474306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSZsspdJdlGB0lRdtxbjSDlDBN56DoEXhcdPRes-eIyWPwq1Tlr76eZlz7PRrWofmku5qRJoy1tyuD0Gw0LRlIMps23F0zwj_cUZHfP2rhLdSGeHr6ofQ3cW98bTsOeKG3jKc9-VpYj2_/s320/misc711+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br />One thing that did very well was my banana pepper plant. I just planted one, but it gave and abundance of peppers. I decided to pickle a few of them. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUS7qcPq7W-UjOQOpZShD8wrTcFlDaOXnirrcyJZSee3gN3wnAU-8NrnlibkefhorSkMyQRyCR_5i3_mE5E7k9MhONTNUxmKTpaX3tc5W7kxAdgIItO-h7gwk2lUwSlzoGCcZi5WFUZGgU/s1600/misc711+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636439445148965666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUS7qcPq7W-UjOQOpZShD8wrTcFlDaOXnirrcyJZSee3gN3wnAU-8NrnlibkefhorSkMyQRyCR_5i3_mE5E7k9MhONTNUxmKTpaX3tc5W7kxAdgIItO-h7gwk2lUwSlzoGCcZi5WFUZGgU/s320/misc711+007.JPG" /></a><br />My fig trees started off with several figs this year, but as it ended up, I had one lone fig. I picked it and enjoyed a little taste of fig anyway. Well maybe next year they will do better. I can only hope.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcB032kpz2_H0tZAxcBv8CQZZZtyL_IMTIMq9PFSc52_0h0AD7u602AoapKFr8Yfg5j55vu88HbV_ZcEMdkg-RSDzEC2bmd4DaY3Ww6if1agLgAcN8zPXiR1SJyBgs4GmuUfMF14lP4R7J/s1600/misc711+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636439264814644658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcB032kpz2_H0tZAxcBv8CQZZZtyL_IMTIMq9PFSc52_0h0AD7u602AoapKFr8Yfg5j55vu88HbV_ZcEMdkg-RSDzEC2bmd4DaY3Ww6if1agLgAcN8zPXiR1SJyBgs4GmuUfMF14lP4R7J/s320/misc711+008.JPG" /></a> The basil and carrots seem to be doing well. I harvested the potatoes last week and a few brussel sprouts. I have been putting up peas steadily the last few weeks. Clearing out beds to start planting for fall. Still in the planning stages, but need to get cracking as it is time now to plant a few things. Hopefully the fall garden will be more successful than the spring/summer one. <br /><br />Just a little update on the happenings around the "urban ...stead." Next time I will try to have some pictures of the hens to post and hopefully a few more eggs. I will also try to remember to take a picture of Jack's new digs as well. <br /></div><br /><div>Still enjoying my parents visiting and getting ready for Noah to start back to school in two weeks. The first of next week I will take him for a hair cut and supply shopping. He is getting excited, but I on the other hand, not so much! I have enjoyed our long, lazy summer days at home. But I suppose it will do us all some good to get back on a routine and have a little more structure in our lives...or not...<br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-45378439228849815552011-07-08T21:04:00.005-04:002011-07-08T21:10:21.213-04:00Great ResourcesHere are a couple of resources for those of you who are interested in gardening and raising livestock on a small scale. Both offer great information for those who are beginning and for those who have some experience and just need a refresher. I would highly recommend them both for your home library.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-Farm-City-Urban-Dwellers-Growing/dp/1579128629/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310173120&sr=8-1#_"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627152625292726146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2U6cKNMFDX-GeZG0XyBlMI2xN18tkariv4vAVSjDgjzk1D401YYanrARoxhaJaSoCj3hRlcu4mvndR6LopI7koUPgavFXwVN7U9bO44e3CU7sxqW9Dmnl1EOjZVtXsVe4acrp8F_ZiaUu/s320/book6.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627152542473720322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPKG_EFB77sJCVo316sxMluw97dihi2-0TLPglZjpERXcTiKj5WLO__hB_mcNFVU5wBcznGjaJ7z7h0BUy2ocpSMcBy0SU599W8Vo7MWzoD7yImolJmtZtCrIBumyMAP0Jb4dYsowsiPx/s320/book5.jpg" /></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-51187653955785682272011-07-05T19:30:00.010-04:002011-07-05T21:42:07.366-04:00Weekend festivitiesThe fourth of July has come and gone once again. This year we spent the holiday at home enjoying the pool and the grill. Andrew bought a few fireworks and we ended the day by sitting out front watching the fireworks display going on in the neighborhood and the kids got to shoot off a few of their own.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Lauren flew in from San Antonio on Thursday night and she stayed in Charlotte instead of catching her connecting flight on into Fayetteville because a friend of hers from Little Rock flew into Charlotte the same day for a visit. So Noah and I drove to the airport in Charlotte to pick them both up. </div><br /><br /><div>The following morning I noticed that the upstairs didn't seem to be keeping cool and we discovered that the air had apparently quit working. I am assuming it is the freon that needs replacing. Because of the holiday weekend, it was impossible to find someone to come and service it. So here we sit, Tuesday, July 5th still without air conditioning in the upstairs. Thank God that our downstairs unit is working fine. The problem is, all of our bedrooms are upstairs...</div><br /><br /><div>So I have been sleeping on the couch for the last four nights and will be again tonight. The HVAC guy is scheduled to come tomorrow at 11:00. I am praying that tomorrow night I will get to sleep in my bed again. My back is starting to rebel...</div><br /><br /><div>Recently I was in the library and ran across this wonderful little cookbook all about shrimp and grits. Sometime after reading this cookbook, I made a trip to Charleston, South Carolina and discovered a place called <a href="http://hominygrill.com/">Hominy Grill</a>. I also discovered their recipe for Low Country Shrimp and Grits. For three months now, I have been obsessing over shrimp and grits. I knew it wasn't a matter of if, but a matter of when I would try my hand at preparing this feast for myself. For some reason, today I decided would be the day. Nothing special about the day, I suppose I felt we deserved it since we have spent the last few days uncomfortable due having no air upstairs, and having to sleep on the couch and the livingroom floor. Maybe it was the fact that Andrew has to go back to work tomorrow after taking a long weekend off. I don't really know why I decided to cook such a wonderfully decadent indulgence tonight, but I did. And I must say, it was delicious! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626026517335077154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQa5_oiueikGmb2xMcDtvvpQR00Y2_5iiZBTBq4_r6AklwvuZ2yG6uQIjG43DSPjH15BoTOyvDSArTQNybSfYsj7E19cprRuI6kUS-3Sh2oFe2Cwnn-tDuPeoA6P4y-OrRdgtmwcJ-56SR/s320/food1.bmp" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Having excess zucchini and squash from the garden I have tried to find different ways in which to offer this delicious summer staple to my family. Tonight I grated one zucchini and one squash along with one carrot. I added some egg, seasonings, a little flour and some panko crumbs. And after squeezing the grated veggies for what seemed an endless time and still I was unable to squeeze all of the water from the veggies, I mixed all the ingredients into a bowl and then dropped spoonfuls at a time in a skillet with hot oil and cooked four minutes on each side. The resulting Zucchini/Squash fritters were a hit. At least they were a hit with Andrew and I, seeing as though the kids didn't even try them. I often wonder where I went wrong with those kids...but then I remember that I was the one who allowed them to eat or not eat what they wanted. I have many times gone back to the kitchen to prepare a different meal for a child that didn't like what was being served at the dinner table. So I suppose I did it to myself, and have only myself to blame. But I digress.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626026390789006642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0VgLQLKiL8FdtL0wpMvpxAHGAiMRqm0KRyeoLVLJFsbmuF7ccbFtq8IwzNESuIfU6OyGvV50fEVlanyYUhhViBTUC82K7q0qoFpp6dSkB3pK1ImcL_pukhUgv92hGj4U-r5SgsErLSZg/s320/food3.bmp" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Along with the shrimp and grits and the zucchini fritters I sliced and grilled some french bread that I sprinkled with olive oil, garlic powder, salt, pepper, and dried basil. Grilled it long enough to put a few grill marks with a light toasting and served it with our special dip. Which consist of melted butter, some special seasoning and Andrew's secret ingredient...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626026252929580882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGGSBuKibmgtzzgd9kHurGOcjNGPN96gQVlcZxQXYG4geiPFNMVLv6-v4dbrCV3DXDHnqYMRfFzK-1ROeCZkPBuKI_4TUkQhHXuvxzJP9TAu8B3lYCWQHnwmYMGINP1Qg0PfTvr0V_wWZ/s320/food2.bmp" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Supper was delicious and very special on just an ordinary night at home. It was restaurant quality all at a fraction of the cost that we would have paid were we to have gone out to eat. The only problem is, I told Andrew that I wish I had a sous chef to help me prepare the meal and a bus boy and dishwasher to clean up afterwards. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>To top it off, Lauren made a key lime pie for dessert...can't get much better than all of that.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Good thing I have a treadmill coming in ten days. Eating all that bread dipped in butter and all of the butter, cheese, and bacon in the grits, with the bacon grease used to fry the shrimp, and the whipped cream on the pie; well it could really put a hurting on a girl's figure...</div><br /><div></div></div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-39674907417756071982011-06-24T17:05:00.008-04:002011-06-24T17:40:59.706-04:00A Few ChangesWell as you can see, I've made a few changes to my blog. I felt it was past time for a change around here. I've had the same template since I started this blog so I hope you find it pleasing to the eye. I am still working on it, but it is up and running, so read on.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>I know I have been scarce around here for some time now. But I hope that will soon change. I have been working on some blog post that I plan to put up soon. Of course, summer has been pretty lazy and laid back for me so if I am a little slow at it, just be patient. Some days I can't seem to resist the pool. So Noah and I often find ourselves spending long, lazy days in and out of the pool. Those days are usually followed up with long, lazy evenings on the deck and eating off the grill. </div><br /><br /><div>A few updates...</div><br /><br /><div>Well the chickens are doing well. We ended up with more roosters than hens with our first batch, so we had to find homes for the roosters because the neighbors were beginning to ask questions...So we bought a second batch of chicks and they are now big enough to go into the coop now. We got more Barred Rock and two Ameraucana's. We had those before and they lay the green/blue eggs. So although our egg collecting day will not come as soon as I had hoped, we are enjoying the process. Andrew finished the hen house and it looks very nice. I will try to post photo's soon.</div><br /><br /><div>Lauren left this morning to fly to San Antonio, TX to meet her boyfriends parents and family for the first time. I really think that will be all I will post about that right now. </div><br /><br /><div>Noah is enjoying his summer vacation. We have gone a couple of times to meet one of his school pals for a play date and they have had a really good time. </div><br /><br /><div>Megan is enjoying her summer as well. She has been taking a little break from piano lessons for the last few weeks. But she will start back on Tuesday. She also turned sweet sixteen this month and is officially looking for a job. She had a slumber party with a few friends and we gave her a surprise party after church on Sunday night. I really think we pulled it off and surprised her.</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621903847686596194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q7gpTS7AwWbtsBR9cux5OTcGSC9kg0VczD1AYP4qAR1PUueJVXSzSssJIScKGydE0r56i2PBuKgYI4csSm0ARYLXB-jz0Jbgo1_mXnpHrz7b9Xuse4nYcqfSblzkh4T6PJ4mUqDbP3j9/s320/2011+267.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Some books I am reading:</div><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Becoming-My-Mother-Things/dp/B0043RT8WW/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308951368&sr=1-5"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621902001070108082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rk80M_h2fAempA7_7XIq0SDGOWt5Md0_PcptqIYsWs6Px6j2eBysc3VtAAiHY6tT2YGzek3SrOLeFYXM6bCZlq6_wF_d_Y68IsompworJMJkjGHI3mxkFnGGQgBJlbC62yEyuQgcvBci/s320/book4.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621901169415318050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0oBBJOv-8t_ZT_T2cvCeWf1VcE2JzyS8pRTOykhqKX-uwSYLlUSe3avTGekzbz8UB4PSm4K4afVNRv7YYKEMcoyp3B_7RsSQGaMIxPAS2k76MAyRQFGHiDDs1Vu76UEOpF6d4TaLLyMY/s320/book1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Garlic-Sapphires-Secret-Critic-Disguise/dp/0143036610/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308951030&sr=1-1"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621901125798704402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuVHs4Nndfo3JWOE2lYUdzJlNksn4Gh2ZhMuGNbvED0vpxp3Ez66vL6adkOB8bLAM54rHetVKEn2_ZPZ-CFM2ZYE5eyZElhadYJGYS8Cjc9AttJaEsPRwx07qeVR6WVjwARdI9YGJYZ_S/s320/book2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cracker-Kitchen-Cookbook-Celebration-Cornbread-Fed/dp/B002PJ4GL8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308951395&sr=1-1"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621901079623556658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorhINjQgJhLvoAPxOfJ6G6czULWqYVqgk2_NPFNxx_P77BA0EhJVsAJ69Sl-0-lFYSi7fewAaTiObo60N0v87kIXXcHYlceAmJtxlQ8_g6wB8Lh-eniATPfykl7AMzWMFfM09g16S-f_s/s320/book3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Well everyone is getting hungry and I have liver thawed for supper, so I better get into the kitchen and get cooking.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-19897915989743839242011-03-25T20:30:00.006-04:002011-03-26T11:13:54.002-04:00Chicks and the Kid<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well spring has sprung around the Sandhills of North Carolina. The Bradford pear trees are in full bloom and the wisteria vines are everywhere. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">In our own yard the grass is starting to green up some and the garden is coming along. I have one bed planted with cooler weather crops. I am hoping they will do well. We have the other beds ready to plant just waiting for the right time to put the other things in the ground.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">A little over a month ago Andrew brought home eight Barred Rock chicks and they are really growing. He built an intermediate coop that we can put them in and let them peck around in the yard until he gets the full coop built. They are really enjoying sunning themselves in the warmth of the sunshine.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Today I took a few photos.<br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588180197099341266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhaWNxHDvoKhUSucg9_OTrRis_XE1rNQ2_J5I2a4kxUvVEpwOwXkViNKcmqqNMarXKwWsFMPBalLRfCSPEZ9rRl3EaYp014CgwvBmtrDlAaG8FhI52GvpjGd3nFTQtypryf0U8D0wzL-y/s320/chickens11a.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588180039071506674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiQCfwxTSddnZHXZATx0gP-HfhWHPAfgWlm-iSAwrQsYjXXQjHBgHrMibFMnvGs_Mxj2kg1f81psM9GeR49XPNZlVfUIJ_VTTZhqnp2B2mYxhC9xTDeP3xO6opIIy2nFavtRjRV07RgV7/s320/chickens2011b.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588179883864283746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetJCE0FkCn6Sg8XScbRcbdH_bhhCVsV3MbbbdDPU8S_BlMOFn67C0HSbJemqy6hwnOxVNNNCQtbXHdlXSIwUkLFzFeXj2pWKSM4oH13-krm-qrtQMuFDYvPN36pR1COnI6_D2gEJltz6H/s320/chickens2011c.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Noah had the day off from school today and enjoyed being out playing in the nice spring weather.<br /><br /></span><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588179715598453986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj061SpnVcAObRIogB6yUURP_HDrL8glAFj4Qfx31JWK_HNEtsutK_5yEkMrqzOB2xurHMI1fOej29kRgDY4XEy1wasdUm3EC8e-V3v-LDypQLJLeL0TDSsHZ15JJHiyLAAlQZNc5pltbOj/s320/Noah2011a.jpg" /></div></div></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I have other things to post but I will save those for another time. Hope everyone enjoys a wonderful weekend. I will be spending mine studying for a test in my Anatomy and Physiology class next week. Good thing is, there is only one more test, a paper to write, and the final in the lecture class. I will be very glad to get this course behind me.</span>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-37547213367246749152011-03-07T18:43:00.005-05:002011-03-07T19:17:54.669-05:00Rabbits and baby chicksMost women are happy when their husband's buy them diamonds or pearls. But I am thrilled that my honey bought me these... <div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581488232541747202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFKK6xN6OHQHvUEgxt8mbuvJUWpkc7RY5Z0JIIUBQIagMiG1EGzt_ZJ3jjhLwH-IEopWCoFG5IIqwwDXrwjEef3uhEwSWDY4Ndi8kLFA36oToGFyeDbP2hvktuMRwkHeZd9n00Z599hTk/s320/barredrockchicks.jpg" />I have been wanting some barred rock chickens for some time now and have kept my eye open for anyone who had some for sale nearby. We decided that when Tractor Supply got their shipment in this month we would buy a few to start a small backyard flock.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Their shipment was due in on Monday or Tuesday. I called on Wednesday and they were sold out. I called around to several other places and no one was getting any in for at least a month. I decided to search <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Craigslist</span> for someone that might be selling chicks. I ran across someone in a town about an hour north of here that was advertising various chickens. So I called the number and he told me that he didn't have barred rocks for sale, but did I know about the "flock swap" that would be held the following day. Of course I knew nothing of such a thing, so he proceeded to tell me just what the "flock swap" was all about. </div><br /><div></div><div>Andrew was outside working on his new project; redoing his dad's old boat; so I stepped out to tell him about the event that would be held the next morning starting at 8:30 in the morning. I would have gone myself but because of Megan's piano lesson at 10:30 the next day, I knew that I couldn't go before and it would probably be to late to drive the hour up there after her lesson was over. </div><br /><div></div><div>The next morning, Andrew got up and left the house before 7:00 and drove the hour to Sanford to the "flock swap" in search of some barred rock chicks. All because I wanted them.</div><br /><div></div><div>What a great man he is! When I returned home from Megan's piano and a little grocery shopping, my sweet husband had come home, built a warming box filled it with shavings, hooked up the warming light, filled the food and water dishes and had them waiting in the garage for me. </div><br /><div></div><div>I know this man loves me, and I love him so! Can't wait until the chicks get their colors. This is how they will look once they are grown. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581493562288609714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhql_kizVxRbWysvEjXYZcJ_4qKEVhcgDlJfV1qJYj_n9DIgZmlJX8rQ6hFQ9_CzXVD6iJ47g36ZaIQwRuBp-88MAWXWzWfFybiNW3I69zHqkZdu8maE0jP2n4hpXzRPhWeNq0CaIg642w/s320/barredrock.bmp" /></div></div><br /><p>In other news, Megan got a rabbit a month or so back. She and I drove two hours south of here to a farm where they raise various types of rabbits. We had of course already decided on the Holland Lop. That was the type we raised when we lived in Arkansas. She chose a nice white and gray color. He was also the tamest one of the litter. He has turned out to be a good choice. He is pretty docile and easy going. He enjoys getting under my feet while I am on my computer. </p><p>Lauren and I are on spring break this week. But Noah isn't. I really wish he had spring break with us so that I wouldn't have to get up and go somewhere every day of my break, but I suppose I will be glad for the break when it comes in April. </p><p>So far this week, I have bought some plants to put into my early bed. I am getting only one bed ready for planting this month. I am putting in some lettuce, cabbage, spinach, onion, broccoli and some greens. We are also building a potato bin to plant potatoes. I hope to get what I have put in the ground tomorrow. </p><p>Well there is more to tell, but I will hold off on some of it for another post. </p>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-64022842546486234232011-01-11T08:57:00.005-05:002011-01-11T10:39:54.866-05:00Snow day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBeY63me3qPSDRUj4ub6KCJGtiPYG5fDlfxtfeDQjZMVv-Ez9_Bb7Dn527ZWEfl1N1ZLAFUUyiUI3jUrKp2HjtVoBsa1VhlbMBsHuYr1Smx6e3amCd983ngBf61wpM316zcSjlPaoyO9i/s1600/phone11+210.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560953255430668706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBeY63me3qPSDRUj4ub6KCJGtiPYG5fDlfxtfeDQjZMVv-Ez9_Bb7Dn527ZWEfl1N1ZLAFUUyiUI3jUrKp2HjtVoBsa1VhlbMBsHuYr1Smx6e3amCd983ngBf61wpM316zcSjlPaoyO9i/s400/phone11+210.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Happy New Year! Yes I know it is the 11th of January, so I'm running a bit late. Today is a snow day for us, the second this week. We had about six inches of snow and now a layer of ice on top which makes the conditions very messy. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We had about six to seven inches of snow the day after Christmas as well. Both snows were beautiful. I enjoyed sitting by the window and watching the silent snow fall to the ground and blanket us with white. Walking into the back yard was so nice. Something about the snow covering the ground that makes everything so quiet and peaceful. Like an insulator from the rest of the hustle and bustle of daily life. It was completely quiet. Normally you can hear the roar from the distant highway or the military planes going overhead. But for a time, everything was quiet. Almost as if I were in a cabin deep in the woods. Nice little winter break from the normal routine of life. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560952926074853074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCxAHHbgUTSOR_3revsB83zPWpmWyvGGidPRmZwguhGFOhEhTnVHg5S9hR0e6gYJ9ssvoHI-LWe1JGUnhsMqEiJZSoOAYFDeQ-IuIc4ng7CUz_rI3wPHzUHQ47liRVldOi8u_WlyaCyYG/s400/phone11+112.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Inside the house is warm and toasty. We are all home together. A rare thing now days. Andrew sits at his computer, I at mine only a few feet away at the kitchen table. Noah is in the living room playing Star Wars Lego on the Wii. The girls sit across the room from one another each on her own laptops. The modern day family time. At least we are all together and we share a laugh or a story every once in a while. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>On the stove is a pot of Zuppa Toscana ready for a warm, hearty lunch. All seems right in the world. At least in our little part. No one has anything pressing to do or work on. Just a few extra moments of leisure given as a gift to our otherwise busy lives. In a day or two all will return to normal. Noah will go back to school, Andrew will return to the business of building and scheduling and deadlines. Lauren will go back to work for what will be her last week at her current job. More on that later. Megan will resume her school work and I will return to the chores of cleaning house, washing laundry and transporting Megan and Noah here and there. But just for a couple of days, we are free, suspended here together in one place just enjoying a chance to just relax and do nothing of much consequence, but just to enjoy.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So back to Lauren's job issue. She has finally decided to return to college! For which I am so thankful. So she will be leaving her full time job and seeking part time employment while she attends classes. She has an interview tomorrow afternoon for what I hope will become her new work. She will be taking classes on Tuesday and Thursday's. This semester she has enrolled in three classes. Her major; Criminal Justice with Latent Evidence Technology. She hopes to work in a crime lab. She then plans to continue her educational pursuits in the field of psychology, possibly going on to get a masters in psychology. But for now, one step at a time. I am thankful she has decided to take the first step. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Speaking of first steps, I have enrolled in a class this semester. I have for years considered going back to school to pursue a Radiography degree. I currently have a BS in Social Science with a history minor. I taught school for a short time, but have never really used my degree for any other gainful employment. To be quite honest, I have no desire to work in that field anymore. At one time I suppose I did, however, with time I have found that is not really of much interest to me. I have been attracted to the medical field in some form or fashion. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Seven years ago I checked into the program, and even went as far as doing some of the pre-req work of shadowing in a Radiology department. During that time, Andrew and I decided to try to have another child. Not long afterwards, I got pregnant. But it was not to be, I had a miscarriage at twelve weeks. At that time, the company Andrew works for moved us to Little Rock, Arkansas. Within three weeks I was pregnant again. This time we were blessed with our wonderful gift from God; Noah. What a great and awesome gift! So for the next few years I was busy with more important things than going back to school. I did however, during this time think of possible entering the nursing field at some point, and I continued to entertain the idea of radiography. Like with everything else in my life, I find that if there is something that you really want, if you are patient, God will bring the opportunity back around later on down the road of life. So many things in my life has shown this to be true. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So here we are several years and two states later, Noah is now in pre-school and I am offered the opportunity to pursue this option for my life. So one step at a time. I have a couple of pre-req classes that are required that weren't required for my first degree. Those being science. Chemistry and Biology specifically. The chemistry class wasn't offered at a time this semester that I was able to take it. Noah's school is only three hours a day, so I was working within that time frame or an evening class. But the Biology was offered on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. So I am taking Anatomy and Physiology I. I am very excited about it, however, a bit nervous at the same time. I haven't been in a classroom setting since graduating nearly thirteen years ago. I have also been told that Anatomy and Physiology is a pretty tough course. But I am sure that with God's help, I will manage to do fine. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I am excited by the new doors of opportunity that are opening. It will take some time, but like the Earl Nightingale quote goes : </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>"Don't let the amount of time to do a thing hinder you from doing it. The time will pass anyway, so you might as well put that passing to the best possible use."</strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="left">So the journey begins. One step at a time and eventually I will get there. The journey of a thousand miles...</div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-69035183054116254432010-12-05T20:10:00.003-05:002010-12-05T20:29:20.417-05:00Christmas trees and such<div align="left">Getting ready for Christmas again! Can't believe how quickly this past year has gone. Seems like it just rushed by. Hard to believe that March will be two years since we moved to North Carolina. That just seems impossible to believe. The time has just whizzed by. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We put up our Christmas trees this past Thursday. We usually put them up the first weekend in December, but since Lauren is working most weekends these days, we did it on her day off. </div><br /><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 430px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547371392205046034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWFveVMV-v9XBjjrp8gzsg8r1V9L782pAlTK1f2t4tUwzqHIdSvMGRijnKFIf8xVoFHFYqUYVi1oph-FBE1F3jbs7lqs9AHIhBBEnu-Rmc3JxctiaOS280AQD3w3mcCUFBH1HR8s2qhUI/s400/phone+165.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhgSQkv9cceYfAgNZXR6QouWd6TyddwrWTqralA7wdEauR4y83yVmckn5JsoGy9AHx5_cVjRHB6yodri-JK9_3Scjl7K86WQf7iYyqTf9NrNjoxlK6qyC83-e2Bo7BcjVQvw148qm1x7v/s1600/phone+159.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547371267050572802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhgSQkv9cceYfAgNZXR6QouWd6TyddwrWTqralA7wdEauR4y83yVmckn5JsoGy9AHx5_cVjRHB6yodri-JK9_3Scjl7K86WQf7iYyqTf9NrNjoxlK6qyC83-e2Bo7BcjVQvw148qm1x7v/s400/phone+159.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The first one is the living room tree and the smaller one is in our dining room.<br /><br />Now comes the hard part. Putting presents under them. I haven't done any, zip, zero shopping. Andrew did get one major item for one of the kiddo's but other than that, nothing... Can you say Last minute shopper! Yes that would be me. I just can't seem to get into the spirit of shopping early in the season. I suppose it is because I am not a shopper. I don't like to shop, so I put it off until the last minute. Not only that, but the gift list hasn't been completed yet. Megan has changed her mind a couple of times so far. Today she said to me that she didn't know anything that she wanted! Can you imagine that! Fifteen and she can't think of anything that she really wants! AMAZING!<br /><br />Well, the weather outside is frightful and you know how I dislike cold weather. I am trying to start training for a 13.1 in the spring, but it isn't going to well. I can't stand to run in the cold, and every time I go to the Y to use the treadmill, I get a headache. I finally decided it was the cleaning supplies they use. The cleaning lady is always there when I go and the smell of the cleaner is so strong. I am very sensitive to those kind of things. It smells like pine-sol and I have never been able to stand pine-sol. The problem is, I go in the mornings while Noah is at school. That is really the only time I can go, so unless they would be willing to change their cleaning schedule or cleaning supplies, I guess I will have to let my membership go...<br /><br />I want a treadmill for Christmas, but to get a good one, they are expensive and I just can't see spending that kind of money right now. So I suppose I will try to find some place else to get a run or two in each week.<br /><br />Not much else going on, just the usual day to day living. Right now I am to tired to try to think of something clever to say, so this will be all for now.dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-60133458409425362262010-11-13T15:27:00.006-05:002010-11-13T22:34:45.988-05:00One Saturday in November<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c8LdDeX8Rxkc2agWeCXQG-N6NSiyaJ0RXtv5HujOILXXhfO7xu6xp3gJaqB3PH6AXLWx1XeX0iKyOnNzMPep8oY_YD-jOhCTeihSR6H9-z3shQS_6cFnjPZq2XUS0wUixlJ-2VEmNcZl/s1600/daily+eye+candy+13.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539133899981641106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c8LdDeX8Rxkc2agWeCXQG-N6NSiyaJ0RXtv5HujOILXXhfO7xu6xp3gJaqB3PH6AXLWx1XeX0iKyOnNzMPep8oY_YD-jOhCTeihSR6H9-z3shQS_6cFnjPZq2XUS0wUixlJ-2VEmNcZl/s400/daily+eye+candy+13.bmp" /></a><br /><div>I just love the colors of fall. The bright reds, yellows, and oranges are so vibrant that you can't help but stop and look at them. There are so many of these beautiful orange/red trees around and I have wanted to pull off the road to photograph them. Today as I was driving home a different route from the library, I passed a school that had several of them across the front. Since it was Saturday, I pulled into the parking lot and stepped into a beautiful afternoon and begin walking around the tree taking various shots with the camera on my iphone. </div><div></div><div>I chose this one to add to my Daily Eye Candy project. After I got home, I begin to think about the name of this project of mine. Maybe I should change the name to Daily ICandy, considering that all the photos are taken with my iphone while I am out and about on my daily routines. These are definitely not planned shots, but things that catch my attention as I drive past them. They are often spur-of-the-moment shots, or the best-I-can-do-while-driving shots. I know what your thinking, but no, I don't put anyone in harms way while I take the photos. </div><div></div><div>I named this shot, Daily Eye Candy #13. Not because I have been doing this thirteen days, but because today is the 13th and I don't know how many shots I have done so far. So #13 sounded like a good number to me. </div><div></div><div>Well., today is the eve, of the eve of the beginning of my forty-fourth year on this planet, and I am not quite sure how I feel about that yet. Not that I have any influence on the matter one way or the other, it is what it is, I can't change that. But my feelings and attitudes are within my control, and at this point, I am not sure where I stand.</div><div></div><div>This getting older does bother me some, as I am sure it does most people. Aging is a scary prospect for me. I don't want to get to the place in life that I can't do things I want to do. I don't want to be limited by my body, my mind or my health. Getting older almost insures that at some point in the future those things will begin happen. I will reach a place where I will have to deal with those limitations. But thank God, at this point, I am healthy, in control of all of my mental facilities and have no physical limitations. For that I am extremely grateful. </div><div></div><div>At 44, I feel that I am perched somewhere between my youth and old age. With each passing year I teeter more to the other side. I am old enough to let go of the unimportant things that so often plague us in our early adulthood, but not yet to a place where I am looking back and wishing for the past again. I suppose I could look at this time as the best years of my life. </div><div></div><div>One thing I do know for sure is that these are the years that if I am ever going to do something, I need to do it now. With this knowledge in hand I am working on that list of "One of these days I'll get around to doing that," things. Losing weight, getting into shape and becoming a runner were on that list and I am currently in the process of doing just that. I have many other things on that list as well, but I will save those for another time. </div><div></div><div>For now, I am going to sit back and enjoy the rest of this day, because I will never again have the gift of another Saturday as a 43 year old woman. This is the last one and I want to get everything out of it I possibly can, so that when I look back on this day years from now, I will not have regrets. Well, there might just be one regret. I might regret that I didn't get up and drive to Tuttimelon and get that delicious cup of Dulce de leche gelato that I am craving. On the other hand, years from now I suppose whether I did or didn't won't be of much consequence in the whole scope of life.</div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-12860399070663928962010-11-07T20:04:00.009-05:002010-11-07T20:32:29.151-05:00Daily Eye Candy<div align="center"><strong></strong><br />I am working on a little project that I have entitled :</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Daily Eye Candy</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>365 Days of Beauty:</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Photo's of Everyday Things</strong></div><div align="center"><br />Here is a small sampling for you to view. <br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536983253456015298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtspaCNHgmFmb3UjBSKrgSujLyxFicWHUcHbA9XB1obUQCJv97mgp_S7Z0BJhearmBtufL23ahuzUbP0ed4HU7nqYU05Xk0VZ-qQQJ9IVd8NDxKAh1COT6lJviPeEWaXn3peeDgNRUAux/s400/phonepics+123.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536982728341862034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKE-xCiFi3Bx5HBSLn0UVHTCel4nPzDjluzAZ7y0IRCTvWudPTNUFHb0F21PDuIIci2SAVsAl0-HiktQ7oLP7b7vaEnvaz3a1l4y1Dk_vfEraFAyafY97SUo8M9ES3JAk8frWkF2eKRbA/s400/phonepics+138.JPG" /><br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536982403157275922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdWoKDgLrSSzo6gy-yHHPOpqTgdEKjeiLH2er9odbnUrm65epXWwgaiSjrFn6dHnnhE9GptCGxg8JNODNiYrRCTIfWdyReZTJ3rvDf55Q7olefKnfXO1NQPxBWQnxFzt6MT6UCjLiyW82/s400/phonepics+052.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536981658179041234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnV74_va0J-_xG4bZTbhAfOOni0ojhBYB_QWA6yPyRrecQ5BDl2k-7jNXqBHlyoUUYuu0CxYdUFvTt4UZkyoFEjnn0kCddRxTcCFxnTXRFXeY6I4LADnzt1XQM8dIXCELPFWYjfcduQqJ/s400/iphone1110+044.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536981483768051634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPHXqhGi6cYxTdHzeCnDkLEcBDbOBMv_14mHZbCkiWYWGRzB593JvdbFBpG6OH8ETPxye64c5nRSW-jmfOJr1LezRsb29pU1zec_QrdsZ1kMiyaZVuw-OsZJWRPZB51XIE2TklrDT3w1X/s400/iphone1110+141.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536980990241897746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2cXQC2oT-4oa3NDxASE-G5xHaxte0otEVxmrc798-kXNUDwFCWVp51gUtu4EB-1l3LZkz9ftHGLwG4YG3EMHkR65B8CSfaUkbwXBXZMazcLTpXiipoJ1EMKL3gYLDEk1H4oj2jZfIZDv/s400/iphone1110+135.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536980719172304642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_joddRMRtV-5dxWUDGM4jhYspn_dJ6umogOCC65y1Oz6oH0pUs7StJIkDga5yfPoU4mhoVSenUjO620z_rxpS6xy8ou2shBASkze0a86XS_13HqLD7tPwokigMqjoay5-ZyRdTmd9PcK1/s400/iphone1110+144.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536980336088938370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ri46-VCi5u6un6Jz2Z1WATd4gv2e9Ju821vwTyB7YhBPUX5mLUkufiD9zBSVZYmBF7odou6RbddU5zJItdLOBGeSPlQK_YyDunzSwE4CVnhwObefMnWINw8Y7cT7PW7WEfFNGdzYx58r/s400/iphone1110+117.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536980033000196402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCb1DHcqkrcEGfR1BUKQHsbkURsEfZthJoveBrIW9HyD4lDCdNK2sh44qHb9jW9MN1amg_v1NJTOWsvD6dLbc4skd0vY9lKArB5q6tz0uswLd7ukt7BhNBhXVh9RQ-r4eV4-mPSIiv5MvS/s400/iphone1110+084.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-77593918696347264442010-09-25T18:55:00.003-04:002010-09-25T19:29:47.090-04:00My Chair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizS5p7GWTIm0mNAVTeQ0brk6qgC6BJhap9dXXqYR1mbBrlgsfTxAf01J4eXS6G7LN5b2YRElRsFwPQ2BnQq2QPxOCHgOrexBDl6VZs7saDPUVBR7XA6SBhrl2JoZe9InSZYnSsvi3slq7g/s1600/mychair.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520989097464002754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizS5p7GWTIm0mNAVTeQ0brk6qgC6BJhap9dXXqYR1mbBrlgsfTxAf01J4eXS6G7LN5b2YRElRsFwPQ2BnQq2QPxOCHgOrexBDl6VZs7saDPUVBR7XA6SBhrl2JoZe9InSZYnSsvi3slq7g/s400/mychair.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I love this chair. I think I have told the story of the chair before on here but I think it is worth telling again. </div><div> </div><div>When I lived in Little Rock I did quite a bit of thrifting, junking, yard sale-ing...whatever you want to call it. One of my favorite places to "shop" was Mid Towne Antique Mall on the corner of Markham and Rodney Parham. Not necessarily because the prices were "thrifty" but because they always had great stuff. Most of it was more than my budget would allow for "junk" but I loved to go and look. </div><div> </div><div>While out alone, enjoying some "me" time, I stopped in to see what was new. I found this great chair on the back side of the store in a little booth that was hardly big enough for the chair. I instantly fell in love. At the time it only had the seat cushion in it. I sat in it and put my legs over the arms of the chair and knew I had to have this chair. However, the $60 price tag was more than I like to spend on one thrift item. So I reluctantly walked away. </div><div> </div><div>After leaving the store I drove home, which happened to be just down the street. I couldn't get the chair out of my mind. I had the perfect spot to put the chair and I knew that I would spend long hours in the chair reading. When I got home I told Andrew about it and he said, "buy it." How could he be so casual about such a thing I wondered. </div><div> </div><div>I just couldn't be so haphazard about such a purchase. I had to have time to think it over; read: Talk myself out of it, tell myself all the reason why I didn't need to spend that much money on something that I really didn't need. </div><div> </div><div>But instead, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I called the shop and ask if they would take less for the chair. I was told that if the purchase was under $100 they couldn't call the booth owner, but they could give me 10% off the item. So that meant the chair would only be fifty-four dollars. Only six dollars difference, but a world of difference in my book. Well enough that I decided to go right then and get the chair before someone else came along and snatched it away. So I told them to hold the chair I would be right there. </div><div> </div><div>That is how this lovely chair became part of my life. I went to target and bought the two throw pillows. But other than that it looks like it did when I found it. I love the fact that it has had another life, somewhere else before I found it. It has a few scratches and nicks that show wear. It has a past, one that I will never know. I prefer used things to new, because they have a story, they have a past hidden in them. It makes things more interesting and appealing just as it does with people. </div><div> </div><div>When we moved to North Carolina we put the chair in the living room in front of the front windows. I sat in it as often as I could. But at Christmas time we needed the front window area to put up our large Christmas tree, so the chair was moved into the master bedroom. I know it is September but the chair still sits in the bedroom. Actually Andrew has enjoyed the chair more than I have since it was moved. I rarely sit down in the bedroom. Mostly when I do make it upstairs to the bedroom, it is after a very long day and all I want to do is fall into the bed and sleep. When I do have time to sit, I usually do that at my desk or the kitchen table, but rarely in the bedroom. Andrew often goes into the bedroom to watch a game or do a crossword and he can be found sitting in the chair. </div><div> </div><div>But today, being a long, lazy, carefree Saturday. I had nothing pulling at me; very few chores that needed my attention, so I decided to come into the bedroom for some alone time and sit in MY chair. And that is just where I have been most of the afternoon. Enjoying again this wonderful chair that I bought on a whelm without to much deliberation on my part. I am so glad that I did decide to throw caution to the wind and be spontaneous for a change. I think the chair looks great in its new location so I will have to find something to put downstairs in the front window for eleven months out of the year. Anyone know any great thrift stores in North Carolina?</div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-13163732230300919052010-09-16T13:25:00.002-04:002010-09-16T14:47:38.158-04:00Critics, Critics...everywhere!To appease the critics...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">News from the homefront:</span></strong><br />Noah started to school three weeks ago. He is in a half day program and is really enjoying it. Today he starts playing soccer. Their first practice is this afternoon. I am anxious to see how he likes it.<br /><br />Mom and Dad have been visiting for a few weeks and will be heading back south next week.<br /><br />Lauren is still working as a photographer with a national portrait studio and is entertaining the company of a young man...I will say no more about that...<br /><br />Megan is doing school and may be starting piano lessons soon. We tried to get her into school where Noah goes but they were at capacity.<br /><br />Andrew is finishing up the job in the next few weeks and will be starting another job here. So we will be staying here for at least another year or so. We were glad to hear that. Not that we are just crazy about this area, but we are settled in and enjoying the house and our garden along with Noah in school and Lauren employed... And to be honest, we just weren't ready to pack and move again. So this will give us a little more time of being settled. I am sure by the time the next year passes, we will be ready to move on to a new place. The "little gypsy" is appeased for the time being.<br /><br />This weekend Andrew and I are going on a trip to the mountains for a late twenty-second wedding anniversary trip. We will leave tomorrow and come back Sunday evening. Saturday morning we are running in the <a href="http://livingwell.citizen-times.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?Category=LIVINGWELL06">Asheville Citizen-Times 5K</a>. I am excited and looking forward to our first run. We had planned to run one last month, but I got sick and was unable to train like I needed to. So when I saw that Asheville was having this one, I jumped at it. I love Asheville. I remember the fall of about 1986 when I attended University of North Carolina in Asheville. The campus was so beautiful. The air was crisp and cool and the leaves were turning and falling across the campus. I can close my eyes and go back to the spot where I use to sit in the grass between classes enjoy the pleasant weather and the smells of fall. Now twenty-four years later I plan to go back and visit those places that I would frequent. The race is downtown and although I am sure that it has changes a lot in the years, I am sure that I will still be able to recaputre the same feelings that these places evoked in me so many years ago. <br /><br />Well, not a whole lot more to say right now. I am pressed for time. I need to get packed and start supper so it will be ready when I get home from soccer.dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-75203739775749395832010-08-14T16:29:00.004-04:002010-08-14T16:33:40.912-04:00My favorite Banana Nut Loaf<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8436H7jD_DBwb8taa8KwWbF3W4p3L53OYOnDv29tdW4yigCghrTWDdevFnCZCWyftUZbJ1z-LNUBFZ34mGm2lQUshuA2-rRbfzTavQI03lhcz31rnzJZvtzjrmx1cK0qNwWxKqWeNJNz/s1600/misc2010+048a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505365876948347666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8436H7jD_DBwb8taa8KwWbF3W4p3L53OYOnDv29tdW4yigCghrTWDdevFnCZCWyftUZbJ1z-LNUBFZ34mGm2lQUshuA2-rRbfzTavQI03lhcz31rnzJZvtzjrmx1cK0qNwWxKqWeNJNz/s400/misc2010+048a.jpg" /></a> My Favorite Banana Nut Loaf</div><div align="center">for recipe see "recipes" in sidebar.<br /></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-46661875608829798872010-08-04T12:43:00.004-04:002010-08-04T13:15:58.338-04:00AWOL<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Okay, yes, I have officially been AWOL from this blog. I do feel bad for leaving it alone for so long. I could blame it on being busy, but I haven't been any busier than at any other time in my life, in fact, I may be less busy these days than usual. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I suppose I just needed a break from the blog...or maybe because I just didn't have much to write about. Also, I have been taking a creative writing class and I suppose I got my writing yang out of me in the class, and had little left for here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Whatever the case, I'm BACK...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well, let's see, were to start??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I started running. Was doing pretty good, signed up for a 5K, but I have been sick the last week and a half and only got one run in during that time. I am on antibiotics and have been left with no energy. But hopefully in a couple of days I can get back out there. Andrew and I started running together three mornings a week. We decided to go for our first 5K on the 14th of this month. Now I am really worried about it since I have been sick and will still be on the antibiotics the day of the race. But we decided to do it anyway, even if we don't reach our PR for the day. I suppose as long as we do it...Like John Bingham says, "The miracle isn't that we finish, the miracle is that we had the courage to start."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Finished my writing class, waiting for the next one to start the middle of the month. Looking forward to it, really enjoyed the first one. Still need to work on the daily discipline of writing. I get side tracked by other things and don't always sit down to write. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><p><br />The following is a tongue-in-cheek, southern humor piece that was revised from a longer piece I wrote for my blog a couple years ago.</p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Southern Fried Wisdom</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have a confession to make…I can't fry worth a flip.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I can fry catfish, but I do that in a Fry Daddy, so that doesn't really count. When I fry in a pan the batter just falls right off into the grease and leaves the meat totally naked.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I have studied cookbooks and watched Paula Dean on the Food Network, but I still can’t get it to work for me. I took four years of home-economics in high school and as a true southerner my mom fried all the meat we ever ate, except when it was in a gumbo or in a cornbread dressing. Of course, there were my uncle’s famous summer barbeque's and the occasional crawfish boil on the creek bank. But our everyday, down home meals always included fried meat. Chicken, steak, pork chop, squirrel, rabbit, fish, deer, quail or any other poor critter we could find to batter and deep fry. We southerners as a group, do enjoy our fried food.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When I got older I jumped on the health food bandwagon, and now I am more of a bake, braise, boil, sauté, steam, broil, anything but fried, kind of gal. With that said, there are times when frying is just what the occasion calls for, like say, fried chicken for a church social. At those times I really would rather not have to drive to Popeye's, buy the chicken, come home, hid the box and pretend I have labored long and hard frying chicken all day. I really don’t like all of that deception.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A few nights ago I decided to try my hand at frying once more. I knew that somewhere inside this body had to be a frying gene or two passed down from my southern ancestry. With renewed vigor I thawed and wash the chicken, put it into a large bowl of buttermilk. I prepared my flour by adding Tony's seasoning, ground pepper, salt and a dash of garlic powder. Using the trusty cast iron skillet, just like grandma did, I heated the peanut oil. Each piece of chicken was coated with the flour mixture and dropped into the hot oil. After it browned enough on one side I turned it over and let it brown on the reverse side. </span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The mood must have been just right, and the stars aligned just so, because to my surprise, the crispy did not fall off of the chicken! It looked pretty enough for a picture.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">What does this have to do with anything you ask? </span></strong></p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I asked myself that very thing when I sat down to write about it. I suppose it means that sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. But even in the mundane, ordinary moments there is an opportunity to learn important truths about living.<br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Some things in life will come easy and sometimes we will struggle. Through it all we must learn to stay positive, be resilient and willing to try again, and sometimes it’s even okay to eat fried chicken.</span></strong></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-15285514991565786482010-06-29T10:26:00.002-04:002010-06-29T10:32:27.880-04:00Rumors of My Demise Are Greatly Exaggerated<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I am still here...just been busy with this thing called life. I do plan to make a post soon with pictures and the works. Until then enjoy your stay at My Little Slice of Heaven, feel free to look around and leave a comment...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Going on vacation in a couple of days and I will be reporting in on location from the road trip. Can't say where we are going yet, want it to be a surprise for some folks that we will be seeing while there...So check back in to find out where we are...</span></strong></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-92160986529697873732010-06-10T17:57:00.002-04:002010-06-10T18:00:51.979-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">I have added a new feature, a recipe page. You can click on the link Recipes in the side bar. Here I will be posting a variety of recipes; family favorites, healthy recipes, and new ones that I have tried or plan to try. I have only added one as of today, but you can check back often to see updates.</span></strong></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-17455735365688960292010-05-31T13:05:00.018-04:002010-06-03T10:07:44.701-04:00Memorial Day Weekend 2010So I did something today that I have been wanting to do for some time. It wasn't some great feat of skill or brawn. I didn't scale Mt. Everest, or run a marathon. I made hummus...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I have loved hummus for several years; probably would have loved it before, only I had never tried it until three years or so ago. In these years since I first discovered this healthy little dip, I have said that I wanted to make my own instead of buying it ready made. The trouble came when I went in search of tahini.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">What is tahini exactly? Well tahini is a lot like peanut butter only made with sesame seeds. It middle eastern in origin, and there they eat it as it is or use it to make hummus and a few other things. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">When I tried to find tahini, I originally didn't have much luck. Then when I did it was only sold in larger containers...What would I really do with a large jar of tahini. I would only make hummus a time or two a month and the recipe doesn't call for a large amount. Not to mention, I am the only one in my household that even eats hummus. So I just never would buy any. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So today, I am looking for something to snack on and I had a bag of baked bar-b-que Lays potato chips; the only chips I eat other than Stacy's Pita Chips. But I wanted something to go with them...hmmm...I opened the fridge to find some chick peas left over from the day I made the Cobb salad for supper. So I decided why not try my hand at some hummus. Instead of tahini, since, well I didn't have any, I used peanut butter. I must say, other than the fact that I didn't use roasted garlic and all I had was garlic powder, I think it turned out fairly well for my first try.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">If you want the recipe, go to the recipes page listed on the side bar of the blog.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Let's backtrack a couple of days. Friday we left around 1:00 heading to Blacksburg, Virginia for Andrew's nephew, Christopher's graduation. He was graduating from Med school and will be heading to Michigan for his residency. The trip was somewhat stressful and took us a bit longer than expected. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Saturday morning we woke later than we had planned and rushed around trying to get ready to be at Virginia Tech by 9:20 for the graduation at 10:00. Fortunately, Andrew's brother saved us seats. The auditorium was packed and the air conditioning wasn't sufficient to cool it off. To say it got a bit warm is an understatement. The graduation lasted for close to three hours and little man lost patience with sitting still for that long. Andrew had to get up and go out with him for a while. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">By 2:00 we had changed our clothes, (parked behind a Walmart, next to a bed from a semi truck), eaten, (our second Subway sandwich of the trip), topped our gas tank off and were on the road back to North Carolina. We were all glad to be back home Saturday evening.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Sunday we heard an awesome message from Pastor Mitchell. I am always thankful to be reminded that God is all I need, and all I have to do is call on the name of Jesus. His scripture text came from Exodus 3:11-15. Verse 14 being the key text. <strong><em>"And God said unto Moses, I AM That I AM."</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">There was no service Sunday night, so we just spent the afternoon and evening relaxing and enjoying the fact that Monday was a holiday.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Today started with Andrew putting Cornish game hens in the smoker along with some potatoes. I grilled some steak and my first zucchini from the garden. Andrew made brownies and I baked a blueberry bread pudding since I don't eat brownies. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The afternoon ended with Andrew and I sitting on the front porch watching the rain, listening to Chris Botti and watching the humming birds fly in and out, jockeying for position at the feeders we have on the front of the house. I would have included photo's of that but those little hummers move rather quickly. All I could get with my camera was a blur.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I had planned to plant my peas today, however, the rain had other plans. I suppose I could have gone out earlier in the day, but I was busy around with other activities and didn't make it out there. Looks like there may be rain most of the week. I will have to be on lookout for the right time to catch it when it isn't raining and try to get them in the ground. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Bed time for Little Man is drawing near, so I will wrap this up with a couple pictures from the weekend.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477606967983568322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjIrazC7G_2VUByj2Ersn3c2SJwP0KI23_TkKGZ-0D7P_RxaanoAiE2RB6DYvXiPMlfm063kqyxDvMtim0xcUivRxXxXCeXvx4pX5NgZ4Y_TvUeID1DGCVQE9Dh0XVvBCPFmscabo-bSx/s400/chrisgraduation510+149.JPG" /> <p align="center">Dr. Christopher Thomason and his dad, Mark and uncle Andrew<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477603884511102754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8f2sjOglHWPtq2xGeQDh-xn4oKQKzZYZGH-dBF-jfSdnLDotBYXuUNngplO6AwXPLnR_LkJGPupW1BxPctkY581jHvppuOyqfELd7sqNrhh-0hbJDWowdQ5Yq05zNEP3kbqxH8eITQwW/s400/phone2+022.JPG" /><br />Blue berry bread pudding<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477600742700394178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvLif1adBp8FbNjV37P8aRMbAbOO7tZQu7JW185znDm34Pq5lsURUmQCxR8fJYsjB9xgBe0JI9q9cq2_MDe_cfz7mbI1f6mpcqeqmMXmOcTVebJqDZF3xU9Nb0BQl2RUXZxEao6N_Paj6/s400/phonephotos10+116.JPG" />Flag flying on the front porch in honor of those who sacraficed it all for our country and our freedom.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599511483498146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AQ0WzBgCwYlSbyXhJ2_pDdAAsAXINbIPnHjCDIcxqgHLQGxuiPssr3YsBKzDnvTAFvyN3vJzgXsQkvHWtIPJLR501rbHoY8-f98m-RZBj4jSM_ru28J9fvzcvRbH3d-7d4EZ8eJ7freN/s400/phone2+005.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">The first zucchini from our garden.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477598772557381842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJ6fcdyBTPvmFE9EyyRDHdQvWfEgfE2dE1MDtMezmuCPPJ6a457fnM5gpZ_ZWY9PrzOpFzsofRCAUsNE5uWIniGojJrp5w-HOoXEVEXzDVnE8Vpoxu0bllckQCn8bhLH7Rr4UE_48_lPx/s400/phone2+010.JPG" />Yummy on the grill with a little sea salt and cracked pepper</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-77198539394910597872010-05-26T12:41:00.009-04:002011-07-15T18:09:23.478-04:00Fig preserves and memories<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475622409043668866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-uUuFAAzX621WAJGwO08jPH9_6vkVfVoHOfS_4SNpw_L1v3Wemyuu5Vnf8GV7G1bz6j-FosT4oEIdYc7YfIQMGBw9Ru9-G67uUDADIL5ZQWNCLyjRSGqeRiNvtGIj1l-0JDjlPPHUozW/s400/figs_h1.jpg" />FIGS: </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">the fruit of my childhood memories</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br />I have always loved figs. When I was young we lived in south Louisiana and were blessed to have a large fig tree in our backyard. The tree grew right beside an outdoor patio. I was the unofficial fig picker in our family. After climbing up the tree and gathering from underneath, I would climb on a ladder to the top of the patio and pick the figs from the top of the tree. The leaves of a fig tree will irritate your skin and my exposed arms and legs would itch for some time after I climbed down. But in my mind, it was well worth the discomfort. Usually the fig gathering would happen when my granny was visiting. She would take the figs and make fig preserves from them. I couldn't wait to open the first jar of preserves and spread that sweet, gooey goodness onto a biscuit or a plain piece of toasted light bread. I know I was strange child, remember fried chicken liver was also one of my favorite meals...</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Many years went by and I had pretty much forgotten about the figs of my childhood. I moved on to other delicacies. However, it is strange what happens to trigger those long repressed memories. It is also strange what craving pregnancy will produce. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br />When we lived in Arkansas and I was pregnant to with Noah, I developed a craving for figs. I searched high and low and couldn't find the first jar of fig preserves in any of the local grocery stores. It wasn't until a spring trip to the Bluegrass festival in Mountain View, Arkansas that I was able to satisfy that desire. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Tucked away in a little shop, along with the jars of local honey and pickled okra, were beautiful golden jars of fig preserves. I couldn't believe my fortune. I ate fig preserves on toast for weeks. When the jar was empty the search was on again to find more. After Noah was born I begin to visit the Farmer's Market in Little Rock and to my great fortune a vendor there carried a wonderful fig preserve. Since moving to North Carolina I buy a small jar of preserves from Harris Teeter, a local grocery store. I eat them spread on an Arnold's whole wheat Sandwich Thin with natural peanut butter. I often make a meal out of just that. When I do, I close my eyes and am once again transported back to my carefree childhood days when this wonderful brown, sweet treat grew in my backyard.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In the last few years since reacquainting myself with the delicious fig, I have thought of having a fig tree, to grow my own and put up preserves the way my granny did. Because of our "gypsy" lifestyle I didn't think that was possible. Then I began to read about people growing small fig trees in pots on their decks and I knew this was something I had to try. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Last weekend while Andrew, Noah and I perused the lawn and garden area of our local Lowe's store, I found it! Tucked away with some blueberry bushes, there were fig trees. These trees were about a foot and a half tall and and looked very healthy. I debated; should I, shouldn't I? I really wanted to but being a skeptic, I wondered if you could actually grow figs this way. I saw that they were marked down to ten dollars, so I figured, why not find out? </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">We purchased two large pots to bring home to re pot what we refer to as "our twins." They are two ficus trees that someone gave to our family seventeen years ago when my brother, Daren, was killed. We have had them ever since. They have been moved many times in those years and they have been re potted several times into bigger and bigger pots. They have had times of plenty and times when they dropped so many leaves I didn't know if they would make it. However, last spring when we moved here and they found their place on either end of our front porch, they have thrived like never before. I suppose the climate and conditions are just right for them to really grow. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475939693138529218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoMVpStbqT3CSx3rQWeLlORnFLRWvl5sQ_Ieel-Tgr-5eJfBWt6aejFZYu4wbeXaaQj-8KgdUy5hAwznoIQACIhrrdbSunMnt9o96tZSaLcNUFIpwKyroavGOPS_EFJW0JOS-dvOAEAq6/s400/ficus1.jpg" /> Bringing our new little fig tree home we re potted it into one of the large terra cotta pots that we took the ficus trees from. It now sits proudly on our little deck. The leaves look great and it seems to like its new home. I go out regularly and speak encouraging words and imagine the day that I can walk out and pick fruit off of its branches and taste the incredible flavor and sweetness of my very own figs.<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475935606569152642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVcrYzsuImS0bMhZx7pK4fK55JVdB9QSb3EpAI5fo6B90vvQ1QhnuxjytMnHA8P0dNFlLd-G2gbASEQbz_UJVqwy8P2_eZlX1g29IxHc3UTtiOMysYZ9EVgwqK9G4P4kYuYffOqxHbqC-/s400/fig3.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Last night Andrew and I sat on the deck in the light of a full moon rising behind us, with the flames of the tiki torches wafting citronella scent across our little backyard paradise, and we agreed that we wanted to go back and buy another fig tree to fill the empty terra cotta pot from the other ficus tree. It only seems fitting that we would have two figs growing together just as our ficus trees have done all these years. We will now have two sets of "twins" to carry with us through the coming years.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475934932729934306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXF8kMf6JHKSCwlXKgTplBvliceIshxNydu5H-TIpzWXb_CURmrUU7seHSieHSRZsVUOLBdKmEZhGvbtoHNfODTKEcRX5U09baEWtSvkdBsDl-O-PWTATvtdTxvyuyQ6hMgcdCUetLfOOM/s400/fig2.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478555111004968290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixERXm_ls2a6BA-lN-fNohGCiWmmoDIpOoG2LQ5Zc_1YiT7rziGQgBDN4vIopdPSB5giLzMHvxzMy6qiB0Xo5cTFLwaihCJS4m3mI9jQhfP1J8wbUzqWbXkDzUwy3Pq3sX_vO6i9WCr-Wz/s400/phonephotos10+114.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center">Here are some great reference sites to check out if your interested in figs...<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.pickyourown.org/figs.htm">www.pickyourown.org/figs.htm</a></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2011/07/10/just-plain-old-fashioned-fig-preserve-recipe/">http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2011/07/10/just-plain-old-fashioned-fig-preserve-recipe/</a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-46313396519453498992010-05-18T08:08:00.007-04:002010-05-18T11:20:28.534-04:00As of lately...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_V4bvdYwuzWL1FTSojdPpyaTYJYMhAj-pxncEm5hwDv7oA_VpwzUM_xhgEmiZ2WtyE_OB_dZYiSYHanU_NQmVSWzjKJFKrCzI2ck0hNWKV_Cy9DiplzAzDb4rEX921NaK1wQ1zNN1OFx/s1600/garden510.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472625103403669042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_V4bvdYwuzWL1FTSojdPpyaTYJYMhAj-pxncEm5hwDv7oA_VpwzUM_xhgEmiZ2WtyE_OB_dZYiSYHanU_NQmVSWzjKJFKrCzI2ck0hNWKV_Cy9DiplzAzDb4rEX921NaK1wQ1zNN1OFx/s400/garden510.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">News from the home front:</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Lauren is home from her two week stay in Charlotte. Taking a much needed couple of days of R and R before starting to work on Thursday. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Andrew had a golf filled weekend in Myrtle Beach and is home with a little sunburn and sore from all the golfing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Megan did a wonderful job on the church Mother's Day photo's. She was thrilled this week to discover that her camera wasn't actually missing the mirrored lens after all. So we didn't have to send it off for repair. She is happily snapping photo's again with her own camera. She is also watching for the Fed Ex truck everyday for the last couple of days looking for her birthday present. She is getting an iPhone. She is very excited about that!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Noah and I have have been doing some planting and working in our little garden. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">We have been having lots of rain the last few days. And according to the weather reports looks like more is on the way throughout the week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">For some of you who have read my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> page you know I have been on a search for some time to find some Lady Pea seeds to plant in the garden. Sometimes they are called Lady Cream Peas. We use to grow them when I was young. My granny use to buy the seeds in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">DeRidder</span> and give some to us to grow. They are a small pea, with a delicate flavor. Mixed with cornbread, they were Divine. So recently I have become obsessed with finding some. I searched the Internet when I was unable to find them locally. Apparently they are a regional crop, not grown or known of except in the far south; such as Louisiana, East Texas, Arkansas and Mississippi. The rest of the world just doesn't know what they are missing out on as far as I am concerned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Finally I found some on eBay. Someone in Texas was selling them. I jumped on it immediately. When a couple of weeks went by and I still had not received my peas, I contacted the seller. To make a long story short, although I had changed my primary shipping address on my eBay account, my old address was still on the account somewhere, and that is the address that the seller chose to send my peas. Well, after several emails back and forth, he told me I would have to take up the matter with eBay. So I did. At first they ruled against me and decided not to refund me for the purchase. I chose to appeal the decision and after a little sarcasm on my part, they changed the ruling and refunded the full amount of the purchase. I was thrilled, although it was only six dollars and some change, for me it was the principle of the matter. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">With my refund in my pay pal account, I set out to find more lady peas. Much to my chagrin, no one else seemed to have any. Well in the meantime, a wonderful friend of mine in Louisiana took it upon herself to hunt down these illusive peas. She checked several places in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">DeRidder</span> area, and although many of the "ole timers" knew what she was talking about, no one had them. She finally visited the Mennonite Nursery and there she found them! I think she was a thrilled as I was to have scored them. Yesterday I received a 1/2 pound of Elite Cream Lady Pea seeds. I am so excited. I can't wait for this rain to pass so we can get another bed made for the peas. If all grows well, I am going to get those wonderful peas of my childhood and my kids are going to get to experience the thrill of sitting around and shelling peas. So everyone wins in the deal! I don't know that my children would agree, but one day they will look back on it and be glad for the experience, I am sure of it...Thanks Dana, I owe you!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">In other gardening news:</span></strong> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">As of now, we have two and a half raised beds built and mostly planted. I have one bed designated for later season crops. Right now it has Yukon gold potatoes and sweet potatoes in it. I have two rows left to fill with something. Maybe some beans of some sort. If I can find some speckled butter beans, I think I will plant those there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The other bed is filled with tomatoes of different varieties. Mostly Roma since we use those more often. Several types of peppers, zucchini and yellow squash, eggplant, cucumbers, lettuce, spinach and basil. I still have some room for a few other items, maybe okra and broccoli. This bed is already showing quite well. I have been pinching blooms from my tomatoes everyday in order for the plants to get established and put more energy into the roots and growth before they start to put on fruit. Apparently I wasn't as diligent as I thought, some managed to get by me. I now have several tiny little tomatoes growing underneath and tucked away behind leaves on the underside where they escaped my sight. I also have beautiful squash blooms that open so graciously every morning. I have discovered a couple of finger sized zucchini growing as well. I have already harvested and dried some basil, so this bed seems to be doing quite well.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The third, or half bed is filled with leeks, carrots, and green onion. I have space in the middle of the bed to plant more herbs like chives, cilantro, oregano and thyme. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The final bed will be filled with those wonderful Lady peas. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I do have garden photo's to post, I just haven't managed to get them downloaded onto the computer yet. I will have them posted soon.</span><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">On Books:</span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I just got this book in the mail yesterday. I can't wait to get started on it.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472626033978664930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYlM5mDSu92JiG3nnlFQWgARUKD1-SMTgkTwWfnHn-igttAYsVN1MJ7Wt-wTGv2BDUmcQwVAScFWbhBlZuOfYbxvDqx0rNZkaAoVXUlj8ISoDmedfMSAZyWOA_WdikUOdpDf9wdhKLqDt/s400/books20.jpg" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I have a couple more on order that I want to read. Other than online research and magazine reading, I haven't been doing much reading lately. I do have to say that since I got my iPhone last week, I am really enjoying the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">KJV</span> Bible app. It is so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">convenient</span> to read your bible anywhere you are with that.</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>Exercise and fitness:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It has been four weeks today since I injured my ankle. I have done very little in the way of exercising during that four week period. I did try to continue with strength training, but not as regularly as before the injury. I just got a bit discouraged that I couldn't do more. Starting today, I can begin slowly to work my way back into my routine. I have been watching what I have been eating and have stuck to my eating goals for the most part. I haven't weighed lately because I just didn't want to know I suppose. I suspect I have stayed right at the same weight through it all. Next month will be my one year mark with Curves and I had hoped to be at or near my original weight loss goal by then. With this set back and the fact that my weight loss just stopped several months ago, I don't think I will be there by that time. As of the last time I weighed, I was sixteen pounds away from my original goal. With the set back of the ankle and four weeks until the one year mark, I don't think there is any way I will get more than maybe five pounds off between now and then. If I can manage that much. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">My running plan is to slowly work my way back to where I was before the injury. By doing mostly walking and very little running in the beginning. I have to admit that I am a little nervous getting back to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">cardio</span> exercise that I was doing, I am fearful of re injuring my ankle. I didn't enjoy being injured, as I am sure most people feel the same way. It was more the feeling of limitation than the actual pain. I don't like feeling that I am limited by anything other than my own desires. I think that is what this journey is about for me. Taking away the limits that I have allowed to control me for so many years. Taking back the power of choice. I understand there are limits with everything...there are things that are beyond our control and ability, but many things are in our hands to either make happen or keep from happening. So as I approach a turning point in my life, I don't want my physical body or my mind to put limits on the things I can do anymore. I want to be able to enjoy a much better life without physical limitations of illness as I get older. I know again, that things will happen, but if I do my part I am hoping to lessen the probabilities of certain preventable illnesses. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I have decided however, through this time of injury to celebrate the progress that I have made. Not to just focus on the goal but to also enjoy where I am today and realize that this is a journey, not just a goal out there to reach and then be satisfied. This is something that will continue on and on. I have allowed myself to be happy with what I have accomplished. To look at myself and be happy with now and what I have done up to this point. Before I was just so focused on the goal that I couldn't allow myself any reward for how far I have already come. But now, I am able to see my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">sucesses</span> and be glad in them. No, I am not where I want to be, but neither am I where I was, physically or mentally. I am stronger, wiser and more determined to make this happen, to make the necessary lifestyle changes to be the person I want to become.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">So as the saying goes; it is time to get back on the horse and continue on this journey.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Today's Quotes</strong></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><em>Serendipity: Look for something; find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for</em></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">~Lawrence Block~</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Desire is the starting point of all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">achievment</span>, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">~Napoleon Hill~</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><em>Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power- a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves back up and start in again after a disappointment</em></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">~Marsha <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sinetar</span>~</span></strong></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-46428895076961426472010-05-10T09:01:00.016-04:002010-05-10T14:58:35.236-04:00Another place and time<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">just</span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span></span>love days that are filled with relaxing and enjoying life. Some days are just so rushed and hurried that you actually forget to just take a breath and enjoy being alive. One of the disadvantages to growing up and becoming an responsible adult is that we are often so weighed down with our load of responsibilities, our worries, and all the "necessities" of life in our society that we forget to just enjoy living.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I remember the simple pleasures of being a child. Waking up each morning with a renewed sense of adventure. The thought that anything was possible and fun waited on every turn. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I think that feeling of endless possibility and the sense of wonder are the two aspects of childhood that I most miss. I can almost remember the point when I crossed over that threshold, the place of feeling anything was possible to the new reality of adulthood, feeling limited by life and its circumstances. Fully understanding the weight of reality and the fact that dreams don't always come true, no matter how hard you wish it to be.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUTnK2fPyHpW2h7j4tUVyLemAecqkmAbn5prWTsCDbGtAoa07BdGNCqOuvrCjKbOXbgVnkx90EC2zQ19kb2_egENinWT6zxnB_llsjIbIFMINTN8QG_vM_FIC4gTdEGDEhvZQT1XwU9iU/s1600/may2010+002.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469630308838859794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUTnK2fPyHpW2h7j4tUVyLemAecqkmAbn5prWTsCDbGtAoa07BdGNCqOuvrCjKbOXbgVnkx90EC2zQ19kb2_egENinWT6zxnB_llsjIbIFMINTN8QG_vM_FIC4gTdEGDEhvZQT1XwU9iU/s400/may2010+002.JPG" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">But there are moments, although they are only fleeting now, moments that it seems as though I am breathing the same air and have been transported back to the 1970's when I was still a child. I can feel that feeling that is free of the load of life, free of the responsibilities of adulthood, and the capacity to believe that anything is possible...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I was reminded of this when I saw Noah sitting in the chair mindlessly watching TV, with Bentley the guinea pig on his lap. I was for a brief moment caught up in the wonder of childhood and enraptured by the simple art of enjoying each little moment that life offers. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Last Saturday Megan and I drove to Cameron to the Antiques Festival they hold there every May and October. This was our third time to attend. We had an enjoyable day although we didn't find much that caught our attention and even less in which to spend our money.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I did end up buying a wire basket with Farmers Market painted on it. I really didn't have anything special in mind for it, I just liked the way it looked. I thought it would be a good basket for gathering the veggies from the garden when it is harvest time. I also decided to purchase a sign that I had seen both times I had attended the festival previously. It is a framed sign that says:</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Help Wanted</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">No Irish Need Apply</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I plan to find a better frame to put it in and hang it in my bathroom upstairs. I don't know exactly why, but it caught my attention last May, and I saw it again in October. So I decided to finally buy it this time.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here are a few more images from Cameron that caught my eye:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469633087721959042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GhYuUi-w1XpeFNR2f4oEctemrdWp6LpsNH8puYK0RxySqyu-HBKDBaT4Z7kraEVgOHsOsHtj3p9PxgcpIvG7ZxzPeYJVm1neod29EVA2h5ZCVph5gwZTyOU-1x-aoeL_F4K4_OnofN4q/s400/may2010+003.JPG" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A little boys dream! If I had several hundred extra dollars to just blow, I would have brought this home to my little man, even if he is nearly to big to fit in it. But I figured there was a more sensible way to spend that much money...</span><br /><br /></span><br /></p><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469632616088054098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfzU4ZrMHUkoJPlkEyOLkvKBg9e2Hf5_cNExzOIDZ_USxM2Bk3v98N_OuzhFJIAMIbXL5wXYrzqhUWLq-e6IHosvzDAI7GLK1cE-E9QkwZ10tzuVzMdusFfscehCIAIG_vddTaU8T3JgP/s400/may2010+011.JPG" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here are a whole fleet of boy toys</span><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469635556615430194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRav07_DHPG98XfJHIkSCNEn3H1DPFkuxrKZ2n86vCKav7fbX-Hy4J-p5hzhEEqubzYeKnIW7AFxmvK467AuS8P3_rd6hJspCIGaNWwrbNYIUXcvEm0eZDUhycySpE8p65ZzuDJjruBFl/s400/may2010+006.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This house was actually the most interesting thing I saw</span><br /></p><div align="left"></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469635894696282370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ2F47AQAPI2MxF728VSY8ZvvIhwOTCD9-3u6Yuga0W4UgLQFvjh0fsDTciCUqUJi-1d-v4vN_L9oeU4rxuiugYd3pk7e3xKB_2HCL5T7wUUiPrqveU8ZBF_ibYrNZMFaxZ2HwGZLn1i1/s400/may2010+007.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Unfortunately, it wasn't for sale</span><br /></p><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469632207587373698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmveQE3HUnllyPSXM9x7jHTdILf5SsM8yD7AyJ5PkNlZKl-9YlB3Tt1lPlSN09p2imX1U4IHp9PQa3LGO5i5fZbQJJi-MYIUhUFmi8oRqYAdbzHz3RHRd68z_ljUoQiXZER97AsbZZyH-/s400/may2010+009.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I loved this old gas pump. The colors were great!</span><br /><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469631791040763250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSNchxapqgaoFCnTuqInVIZH8jw8rqGeNtchfrZXt0O2Bt0aJrzCzYXUg0aD66pgiAMmi8Hzc6HFw0m86USF1TAdBpPYla6PwcH86ZhVqPIkfj8EqQOwHiSwI3g-NZZk73ApU8a3VjknK/s400/may2010+010.JPG" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This brought back some memories. We use to fight over who got to crank the handle. I also loved the blue color. Would have like to have had this to put on my front porch. But it is hard to have a minimalist lifestyle if you keep bring things home.</span></p><p><br /></p><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469631432879615586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpeewMs2AHZGB9FW80LIA8Ndcy7EVVW9ZaTelg7D2K0hNdpxc5xiaSx0OKi3kC-zvHOU4DIwD6u_lEcxGmR9DYbuywlbfx55fJbKjMCxD4XSTh9OCCw6OXeKSz67DLxdARw21M5St2FMtM/s400/may2010+004.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Old roller skates</span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469630981139723378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Vnn3v16fnUasR8tS9ULzSn5Li8414lqKmUF5c33r2V5jRV2ToeBmCUCNGoK-E2uMxPVR0KvKk1qGBqwPClNbvsrH9wpqa3DGib8oTcR3WpXfUBQb713LBN6h50-GJIBJ818da2d4-w-z/s400/may2010+008.JPG" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">An old tricycle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I don't know why I like old things so much. I suppose it has to do with being nostalgic for the past. The memories of another place and another time. An attempt to bring back those days and the people with which they were shared and enjoyed. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">When I am around these relics from the past, I can conjure in my mind the life that these items have had and seen. I can for those fleeting moments be carried away, back to my childhood, back to that place when life was simple and carefree, when I was young and unencumbered by the weight of life and the adult world. When my mind was not burdened by the reality of a world that is full of hate and unhappiness, mistrust, lies, hurt, pain, and loss. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I lived a very sheltered life, a life full of love and peace. I was around adults that were kind and loving, who would never think of hurting a child. I feel very fortunate to have lived in a place and time where children could run freely about, playing and enjoying childhood without the worry of being exploited or abused. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We grew</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> up in a idyllic world where we were able to dream good dreams, and have pure thoughts and not know of anything bad or fearful. A world before all of the modern day conveniences but also a world absent of our modern day perils.<br /></span></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-34946220052459349162010-04-29T09:49:00.015-04:002010-04-29T11:54:46.010-04:00Sushi making<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>***Warning***</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>At the end of this post I couldn't get the photo's and words in the right place for some unknown reason. Blogger is acting up or something, so excuse the messy look of this post, it was not my intention. After what seemed like forever trying to correct it, I gave up and let it be!</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>I really enjoy eating good sushi. It has become one of my favorite foods to eat, second only to seafood. Anyone who really knows me knows that seafood, most any type of seafood, is what I could live on...give me access to good seafood and a fresh garden and I would be fine...no other foods required. But I have to say that I have really acquired a taste for sushi. Sometimes to the extent of actually craving this little bit of seafood and some veggies with a little cream cheese all wrapped up neatly in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nori</span>/rice roll. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmm</span>...good eats!</strong></span> </p><p><br /><br /><br /> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xBp0rU42d784YH3qwGnr8Iw86tVIGUcj46b8Kg0wXdI1qnyk2Cm0ce2Mf0yRUYkS7q4JCxie2XirSgRIj8A4JZKWtqq1K_-8CSICJ7DHv4TM7qV6bSCX1gWfUWGbtAl0qI8QrTbbB1ad/s1600/april10+022.JPG"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465564301233058530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xBp0rU42d784YH3qwGnr8Iw86tVIGUcj46b8Kg0wXdI1qnyk2Cm0ce2Mf0yRUYkS7q4JCxie2XirSgRIj8A4JZKWtqq1K_-8CSICJ7DHv4TM7qV6bSCX1gWfUWGbtAl0qI8QrTbbB1ad/s400/april10+022.JPG" /></span></strong></a></p><p>Just look at it, how could you not want to grab some chopsticks and dig in?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">For several years, Andrew and I have discussed casually that we should roll our own sushi. In much the same way we have discussed one day taking a trip to Italy. We figured one day that we would actually take the time to do it, but never got down to actually making preparations to do it. </span></strong></div><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Two years ago at Christmas I bought Andrew a sushi kit which included a book with step by step instructions for making sushi, a rolling mat, two sets of chopsticks, and a small bowl for soy sauce and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasabi</span>. All this time the only thing in the kit that has been used are the chopsticks. We use them for the take out sushi that we buy.</span> </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">We have actually gone as far as purchasing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">nori</span>, sushi rice and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasabi</span> powder for this sushi making that we wanted to do. But it has been in the cabinet unused, until yesterday.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Andrew took the afternoon off from work to do a few things around the house which included putting soil into my second garden bed and seeding the back yard. We spent a wonderful afternoon working together in the yard. For the occasion I cooked oyster <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">po</span>' boys for lunch that we both love and when we started discussing what to have for supper, I casually said, "why don't we roll some sushi?" That was all it took...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAAt2EwQuTPNNhXTwCY6DxPl22VKWZSWT5vGkhsOYy7R913L7e7Ve7k8AzpYXt9xUZ8_j4krhzMdF4BUWOZdEQlCxoTxcBT51SrUkyBkScsxzsM80lzCasUQgmir5WTCScTG6khQxXGkB/s1600/april10+025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465563803515085554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAAt2EwQuTPNNhXTwCY6DxPl22VKWZSWT5vGkhsOYy7R913L7e7Ve7k8AzpYXt9xUZ8_j4krhzMdF4BUWOZdEQlCxoTxcBT51SrUkyBkScsxzsM80lzCasUQgmir5WTCScTG6khQxXGkB/s400/april10+025.JPG" /></a><br />Although the rice seemed a bit moist, it seemed to work and tasted great.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKc_7jLukZTfHlDMrZF-NwZ-ruBTBveIexZx0wx2opJnIYZEop9zNBxVU4I7X98jVXpcFdtEewYDn7XncZQeot1wkty57W4HH1w7Ais94YMtVSAJ6CCOhHgHY_Q_o7i6M4MI8l1avWOFQ/s1600/april10+018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465563593012969218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKc_7jLukZTfHlDMrZF-NwZ-ruBTBveIexZx0wx2opJnIYZEop9zNBxVU4I7X98jVXpcFdtEewYDn7XncZQeot1wkty57W4HH1w7Ais94YMtVSAJ6CCOhHgHY_Q_o7i6M4MI8l1avWOFQ/s400/april10+018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Andrew decided to go with the smoked salmon first.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY7xClDC5hurWzmm49UdgBBRb0EqqqEmvVhjscoq_Nz6yYq8ARkPCY5M31merZugqXVLpZl4TaAHlD9GrQ_EZY42vhGkIiPvKvMiW_lCf1-5i0wH0PG6nNaQjCp2Pdx38x2NbNnx5189J/s1600/april10+008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465563397541311602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqY7xClDC5hurWzmm49UdgBBRb0EqqqEmvVhjscoq_Nz6yYq8ARkPCY5M31merZugqXVLpZl4TaAHlD9GrQ_EZY42vhGkIiPvKvMiW_lCf1-5i0wH0PG6nNaQjCp2Pdx38x2NbNnx5189J/s400/april10+008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Look at that, rolling it like a pro!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8uAZAwHPPEgNnXwRrWo-yXTKMSjt4pdYLqs8mxrOwtZ7dZdkf_C4WZuMEeWXiX5mf8n3HPJEoUrd9-GbpDSuG9Fd_594NQxWJ9pB_wmgrtPKVRvoeryulGR3ov_ns1982B4PgdxF7J2-/s1600/april10+009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465563159432077154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8uAZAwHPPEgNnXwRrWo-yXTKMSjt4pdYLqs8mxrOwtZ7dZdkf_C4WZuMEeWXiX5mf8n3HPJEoUrd9-GbpDSuG9Fd_594NQxWJ9pB_wmgrtPKVRvoeryulGR3ov_ns1982B4PgdxF7J2-/s400/april10+009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Works like it is suppose to work<br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Mr4q-oVS498Hk_v4CowD7lFCt0L6j0voNfLuELO-J_nxJE3gkbOywXa3G2fy4F9frw9rrS6rOB7b0AgFch_pI4-pg9WundoAXBsmc-QgbuBry7oQQMl_dQuvKxFfdScckqOdoyZlbVQT/s1600/april10+016.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJN2-WUWAd6xgB0vryevwVq56mKx4Zv68a3fWR7yLCkrAoN4s88KzA3UvLAOnGsEn0Y3W00F5UeWbPCuG25PuBgFPsq94ETwPonOhB9eQ3aNy_NiPrHOsulL6HYi_tdVlINjwlDvwD8Hi/s1600/april10+012.JPG"></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Looks perfect to me</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFIyQaBZWYrSs5f6Vlu12tJaj83wbIf3Gd47rBu9kZ8AkruwHYpgD6UFYCvQ28qihrwfJyRnCaTxylHRxzVz5J3sgLi9JzMoEuhi9hRY4YWpMuUpN_y3HKY21pXCGev6jwZj0kMISj0Bs/s1600/april10+026.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ohhh</span>! Can't wait to try it! Looks so pretty!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFIyQaBZWYrSs5f6Vlu12tJaj83wbIf3Gd47rBu9kZ8AkruwHYpgD6UFYCvQ28qihrwfJyRnCaTxylHRxzVz5J3sgLi9JzMoEuhi9hRY4YWpMuUpN_y3HKY21pXCGev6jwZj0kMISj0Bs/s1600/april10+026.JPG"></a> </div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I got the first bite and I have to say, it was really good. The flavors were all there, the little crunch from the cucumber and the creamy texture from the cream cheese and avocado. They all blended together very nicely, with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasabi</span> sauce adding a little kick! The only thing we were missing was the sesame seeds on the top. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>We had a wonderful evening rolling and eating sushi together. The day was almost perfect. So now that we have finally done something we have talked about for so long, who knows what we may try next. Actually honey, I was just looking at some travel sites, and it is a great time of the year to</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>travel to Italy....</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We all ate until we were stuffed. Even Megan ate until she could eat no more. All but Noah...he's not into sushi. He didn't like the way it smelled, or the way it looked. He wouldn't even try it. He even asked me to move my plate so he didn't have to look at it! Oh well, he's only four years old, and Megan wouldn't eat sushi when she was his age either. So I am sure that with time, he will come around and decide he actually likes all of this disgusting looking stuff his parents try to feed him.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPixdr9yT2wei3s-ijviO2KUFSN7frBw-mKdMgcNSQBkkkKZcU8PXhvuVBRMRZSsBgo1W-FGOi-tw8vheXOpB6R2zRE3D89Ict0o7-lUHAfaq52_qJHP3I7IFHqld4sJZJEuIUD5ebPdD/s1600/april10+024.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465561909563920786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPixdr9yT2wei3s-ijviO2KUFSN7frBw-mKdMgcNSQBkkkKZcU8PXhvuVBRMRZSsBgo1W-FGOi-tw8vheXOpB6R2zRE3D89Ict0o7-lUHAfaq52_qJHP3I7IFHqld4sJZJEuIUD5ebPdD/s400/april10+024.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFIyQaBZWYrSs5f6Vlu12tJaj83wbIf3Gd47rBu9kZ8AkruwHYpgD6UFYCvQ28qihrwfJyRnCaTxylHRxzVz5J3sgLi9JzMoEuhi9hRY4YWpMuUpN_y3HKY21pXCGev6jwZj0kMISj0Bs/s1600/april10+026.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-45053187142660040522010-04-28T08:42:00.007-04:002010-04-28T10:22:36.511-04:00Just the day to day...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3R86MLUV6Q7daE9zmb_7FIPnSUZx59kdSwVDhAZ-LEkAcMvbgi_lKnRoPY8dQEPF0IlWrUG2dwxO7JIhNnueI942WreyA4Ti4cIhuBfTdL1McfDAQJAB9hEs3NmxDE_dkpSAcF_LNQq4p/s1600/gibsontrip9+020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186521857815298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3R86MLUV6Q7daE9zmb_7FIPnSUZx59kdSwVDhAZ-LEkAcMvbgi_lKnRoPY8dQEPF0IlWrUG2dwxO7JIhNnueI942WreyA4Ti4cIhuBfTdL1McfDAQJAB9hEs3NmxDE_dkpSAcF_LNQq4p/s400/gibsontrip9+020.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Yes, I have been very neglectful of this blog lately. I am sorry that I haven't made time for it in so long. I have been a bit busy but that isn't an excuse for not posting something.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">At the moment Lauren is in Little Rock for a visit. She left last Monday to go back for Mid-America youth conference at FPC in North Little Rock. She is heading back starting today. She is leaving there going to her grandmother's in Tennessee, then will head back here tomorrow. She will then have to leave here on Sunday to go to Charlotte for two weeks for training for her new job. Her job will begin here on the 20th. I just hope that she won't get back here Friday so exhausted and tired from all the running she has been doing in Little Rock, that she ends up getting sick from it. That has been known to happen in the past. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Kids...What can you do? I suppose they have to learn from their own mistakes. I know that is how I learned most of the things I know today...because I was so hard-headed and didn't listen to the voices of wisdom. So I had to go through the school of hard knocks...I graduated with honors! I have tried to pass on the knowledge I gained from all of those mistakes to my children. Let's just hope that one of them didn't inherit the hard-head gene and actually will accept the advice I am offering.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Around the house:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">I have one raised bed nearly full of plants. I am going to put in the last of them this week. The second raised bed is getting soil today and I will be planting in it this week also. There may be call for a third bed, but we will see after I get the others filled. I also have some gourd plants coming up from the seeds Noah and I planted. I have always loved growing gourds. I have been growing them off and on, depending upon if I have had the space, since the 1990's. I have grown them in Louisiana, Kentucky, Arkansas and now in North Carolina. I still have some dried ones that I grew back in Louisiana years ago and some from Arkansas. I tried a couple of new varieties this year, so we will see how they turn out. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Megan is working on school work and working on a website for her website building. She had taken a break from art class beginning the first part of the year until spring. We are now trying to decided when she will start back. She is really wanting to take piano lessons, so I am searching for someone that can teach her. I am so very surprised that there are no more people in the churches we have attended that teach lessons. There are so many talented people, but no one seems to be interested in teaching. I will have to keep asking around. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Noah is growing like a weed. He is so active. He has been spending most of his days outside playing in the backyard. He loves to swing and play in his sandbox. But a lot of the time he is walking around in the "forest" exploring his world. We have a grove of trees on one side of the backyard that he calls the forest, and he loves to play in there. He has also been helping me plant the garden. He is such a little worker. He loves to do anything like that to help. He is strong too, he doesn't get tired and give up very easily. He just keeps right on going. It sure does help him sleep good at night also. So I suppose that is a good thing.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">The job is coming along according to plan. We probably won't know anything on the next job until July or August. So for now, we are here and I plan to continue to be here until they tell us otherwise. I am just praying that wherever we move that there will be a great church and we will really like the area. I am also praying it isn't Mississippi. I really don't want to live there. No offense to anyone that does. It just isn't a place I would care to live. For that matter, I don't care to go back to Louisiana to live either, and I am from there. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">It is a cool morning this morning. We had a little rain and a front come through yesterday and it brought the sunshine and cool winds today. As I sit here in the kitchen I can see the shadows of the trees swaying on the wall beside me. I think the high temps today aren't even going to reach 70 degrees. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">I have been making a real push to up my exercise routine and watching everything I eat. Trying to get the scale to move again. I am down a pound or two now. So I hope that it is going to continue to move downward. The only problem is last Tuesday evening while running, I twisted my ankle and fell. I heard a loud pop sound and it really scared me. I thought sure I had broken my ankle. But I got in and took my shoe off and there was no swelling. It did hurt pretty bad, but no outward signs of anything. I had the kids pray for me and we prayed that it wouldn't be broken and would heal quickly. So that put my exercise off at least the running part. I did manage to do some light cardio and strength training during the week. So my ankle was better, and I assumed was okay, and I did some heavy cardio and strength training Monday evening and yesterday I got out and dug up the dirt and cleared out the grass and debris in the new garden bed. Last night my ankle really started hurting again and I noticed some swelling. So I think I may have re-injured it. I will continue the exercise that I can do, but will really have to be careful what goes in my mouth. I will reach my one year membership at Curves in June and I haven't officially weighed in or measured since I joined. So I am making a big push to be at or near my original goal when I reach the one year mark. I have about six weeks or so before that time and I am hoping for good results. I just don't want this ankle injury to interfere with my progress.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">The little dogs are barking wanting to go outside this morning, so I guess I need to let them out and get Megan up to start school. I have some household chores to get done today and I want to work on a couple of projects I have going in my craft area. So until next time I will leave you with a couple of quotes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Thought for Today</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Warning! Dates on calender are closer than they appear</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">~unknown~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Spend the afternoon, you can't take it with you</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">~annie dillard~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>friends I want to see</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">~john burroughs~</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To changes ones life. Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No exceptions.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">~william james~</span></strong> </div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-4509747090296783662010-04-14T09:40:00.005-04:002010-04-14T11:38:53.188-04:00Working out, feeling good<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWNLctDMpeMXXnkBEzcGV0XILZitfJkSUZGINjoVFpUTW3MxwHVVO7ucb3htt4YbKod10rwi8CW6OLNKA4BI1hyphenhyphenFUtdbyfIQYYgIYNHXeLZWgqlgRthAifKqpCm2ySB7SdYKWRSERSRVG/s1600/exercise1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459999405598640146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWNLctDMpeMXXnkBEzcGV0XILZitfJkSUZGINjoVFpUTW3MxwHVVO7ucb3htt4YbKod10rwi8CW6OLNKA4BI1hyphenhyphenFUtdbyfIQYYgIYNHXeLZWgqlgRthAifKqpCm2ySB7SdYKWRSERSRVG/s400/exercise1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>It has been a few really nice days lately. I have been getting outside more and really enjoying the weather. We got our raised garden bed built, but now I am waiting on the okay to go ahead and plant. I am listening to some of the older folks who have lived in this area for years. Being from further south, I would have probably put some things in the ground already, but they say wait, we could get another cold spell. So I wait. I did build a small bed along the fence and planted my gourd seeds already. I did that on Saturday. Gourds need more time to come to maturity and I figured it wouldn't hurt them as long as we don't get a frost.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have been struggling with the bathroom scale! We are not friends right now. I haven't lost anything in weeks...I lost 25 pounds and then nothing...nothing for weeks now. In fact, I have put on a couple of pounds. I am sure that it is only the fact that muscle weighs more than fat...yadda yadda...because I am continuing to see a difference in my body and in the way the clothes are fitting. So I know all this work isn't in vain. But the numbers are discouraging. If I could just drop a pound every once in a while, as long as it was moving some...So the last couple of weeks I have upped the intensity levels on my workouts, pushed harder and I am shaking up my routine some. Instead of the same thing every day, I am changing it up some. I have been trying to do a morning workout and an afternoon workout. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yesterday I went to Curves and had an awesome workout. I did three rounds, hitting them hard each round. Then yesterday afternoon. I did about 25 minutes of strength training in the garage and 30 minutes on the elliptical. I worked it hard. I could really feel it when I finished, completely worn out. But in a good way, an accomplished way. Today I am thinking of adding my Tae Bo back into the mix. I use to love doing Tae Bo. I also have a Beach Body Slim in 6 dvd that I bought way back when we lived in Corpus Christi, before I got pregnant with Noah. I only did it once and boy did it make me sore...wow! I was so sore for days, but then I wasn't use to doing exercise regularly so thinking maybe I will pull it out and try to start it. There are a lot of squats and things like that in it. So I may do Tae Bo this morning and try that this afternoon. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I really like my Asics shoes. They fit great but now I am having an issue with ball-of-foot pain and my three middle toes go numb after walk/running for 20 minutes or so. It happens on the elliptical also. So I read that I need to get an insert for that. I have been trying to get out three</div><div>days a week for a two mile walk/run. I start out walking for a few minutes then I pick a point to run to, then I walk again and find another point to run to. I am trying run half of the time, broken up into short distances. I can feel I am getting stronger and my stamina is getting much better. I am still a little leery of my shins though. I am running on asphalt and after a bit I can feel it in my shins. So I ease off a bit. I have a fear of shin splints. I know they happen, but I don't want to get them right now at this point. It would sideline me at a point I need to be working up to more. So, slow and steady wins the race, is my motto for now. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I started on a six-week plan to try this working out twice each day and to pay close attention to what was going into my mouth. I started re-evaluating everything I am eating. A few things crept back into my diet that I really don't need, so I am cleaning my food intake up once again. I am cutting out the white chocolate mocha treat that I use to enjoy once or twice a week from Starbucks. I am cutting out the Stacy's pita chips and some of the mindless snacking that went along with having a bag of them in the house. After six weeks I am going to see what my efforts produce. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I feel good about where I am, and where I am heading physically. I would like to get off another ten pounds at least. But I know it takes time. I know that sometimes your body hits a plateau and you have to readjust to that level before you can move on. So that is where I am today. But I know that I have come a long way in the past eight months. I am looking forward to seeing where I can get to from here. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Most of my adult life I have wanted to be physically fit. I wanted to be a runner and I have never been willing to put in the work to accomplish that goal. Now I feel like I am on the right path. My head is in the right place and I feel like I know what it takes to get to the goal I have set. I really feel like I am on the edge...I feel like this is my opportunity to make this happen. I want to see just how far I can go with it. I want to spend the next 20 years and beyond of my life being active and healthy. Getting older isn't something I like to think about. But it is going to happen there is no denying it. I just hope by getting physically fit that I can avoid some of the medical issues that older people face. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm not trying to defy age, just trying to get my body in it's best shape in order to meet old age with a better attitude and more physically fit. Maybe this is my last ditch effort to try to stave off old age a bit more. I have a "now or never" kind of feeling about this whole thing. I see that if I wait any longer, it might be to late to reach the place where I would like to be physically. So yes, maybe in some way this is an attempt on my part to defy age, to trick it into staying away from me...at least the effects of age. By working out and getting into better physical shape I can feel younger and more energetic. </div><div> </div><div>Although forty-three isn't considered old in our culture, I do think there is a mentality in some places that you are moving into a different part of your life and that you should act or behave in a certain way. I know some forty + year old people that are old, because they have an old mind set. They think they are old, so they are. Their minds tell their bodies that they are old so the body begins to be old. I think that is a generational thing. I think they saw their parents at that age being old, so they just assumed that they would be old by forty also. On the other hand, I know some ninety year old people that seem very young. They are active, alert and energetic. They move like someone half their age and they are cheerful and happy in their lives. They have a young mentality. So it shows you that your mental attitude makes the difference. </div><div> </div><div>As I work on the physical me, I am also working on my mind. Reshape my thinking about life and the expectations I have about where my life is and where it is heading. I have heard people say for many years that their 40's and 50's were their best times in life. I can see how that would be. I think as you reach your 40's, you have learned a thing or two about the world. Some people spent their 20's and 30's trying to obtain, build, and create a life or a living. Then when you reach your 40's and 50's you realize that some of the truths about life you always held weren't really true after all. And you also reach a place where you no longer try to please other people or impress other people with your accomplishments and what you have amassed in life.</div><div>Maybe you see that what you thought was important at twenty, isn't really that important in the whole scheme of life after all. Maybe you realize that the people you were trying so hard to impress, weren't worth the effort. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I have always been a late bloomer. But I find that after reaching forty I begin to fit more comfortably in my own skin. I finally fit me and accepted me for who I was, not for what I was trying to be or what I thought I should be at forty. I let go of the expectations I had about what my life was suppose to be, and how it was "suppose to" become, and I just learned to enjoy where I was and what was happening, even if it wasn't a comfortable, pleasant place. Like the bible says, finding contentment in whatever state you are in. I have found an inner contentment in so many areas of my life. I have lived long enough that I know there will be times of joy, times of sorrow, times of plenty, and times of want. I know that whatever I am facing that with time the situation will change. The old saying, "This too shall pass." I have lived long enough to see that and understand that time passes quickly. What today feels like an impossible task or hard time, soon will be only a memory. Another time that God shows Himself true in my life. I know the things God has brought me through and I can look back now and know His hand was on me. So in faith, I understand that His hand will continue to guide me and bring me to new places and new understandings. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>For this truly is journey that we are on...we are all trying to find our way. I think by accepting where I am, I am better able to understand that there is a reason for it, there is a purpose that is higher than my own and the desires that God places in my life are also there for a purpose. But I need to learn to put aside my thoughts and desires or my expectations and allow Him to show me the real purpose and lead me to His desired outcome.</div>dlynthomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536noreply@blogger.com0