Do we spend as much time preparing our hearts for this Holiday as we do our homes? What would happen if we could say yes to this question? How would people react in a light shown as brightly in us as in the windows of our homes?
In preparing my home for Christmas this year, I realize there is a difference in me - good difference. There is a deeper love for my Savior. As I work to prepare my home for this Holiday Season so am I working at preparing my heart. With each decoration I set in place I ponder the miracle of His birth and what it means to me.
When Christ left the Heavenlies to come and live among us was there rejoicing in this supreme gift or was there anguish over the ultimate sacrifice? The sacrifice of God in giving His son, the sacrifice of the Son in giving His life for me for us. My home is aglow with lights and candles and I wonder, do I allow His light to shine in me to the fullest extent? As God gave His son to redeem my sins, can I give of myself equally? Am I a cheerful giver when the giving is difficult or costs something of myself? Is my giving an example of Christ in me?
I pray for an open heart, a genuine smile when the gifting is difficult.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Looking back
Looking back at my life I see a so many missteps, wrong turns and head banging on brick walls. It seems there is a tendency to focus on those and not the good things. At least right now.
I raised two daughters that I am proud of, but can a mother be at the same time proud and sorrowful over their daughter's decisions, judgements and opinions? What do you do when you raise them to be opinionated, self reliant and strong, but you find their opinions morally reprehensible, their strength allows for no weakness in themselves or others? I see a woman who demands tolerance but is the least tolerant of others. I have a sadness for the limits they put on themselves by demanding perfection in others.
My mother's love for them is strong, unfailing but there is a deep sadness in me.
So I pray, I pray to the God that my girls refuse to recognize. I pray for strength, courage, enlightenment for all of us. I pray that God will place someone in their paths that will show them the way. I pray that God will open their eyes, ears, minds and heart to His true word.
And I pray that God blesses me and mine.
I raised two daughters that I am proud of, but can a mother be at the same time proud and sorrowful over their daughter's decisions, judgements and opinions? What do you do when you raise them to be opinionated, self reliant and strong, but you find their opinions morally reprehensible, their strength allows for no weakness in themselves or others? I see a woman who demands tolerance but is the least tolerant of others. I have a sadness for the limits they put on themselves by demanding perfection in others.
My mother's love for them is strong, unfailing but there is a deep sadness in me.
So I pray, I pray to the God that my girls refuse to recognize. I pray for strength, courage, enlightenment for all of us. I pray that God will place someone in their paths that will show them the way. I pray that God will open their eyes, ears, minds and heart to His true word.
And I pray that God blesses me and mine.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Red Lentil Curry with Lamb
I have a friend in South Africa and love talking to her about the differences in cultures. One thing I am always asking is about her meals. Recently she told me about a Curry "mince", I found out later that mince is the term she uses for meat that has been browned.
Tonight I prepared a red lentil curry with minced lamb over basmati rice. I followed this recipe I found on line.
Red Lentil Curry
ingredients
I also served warm pita bread and some homemade date chutney.
Nutritional Information
Amount Per Serving Calories: 192 | Total Fat: 2.6g | Cholesterol: 0mg
Tonight I prepared a red lentil curry with minced lamb over basmati rice. I followed this recipe I found on line.
Red Lentil Curry
ingredients
- 2 cups red lentils
- 1 large onion, diced
- 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
- 2 tablespoons curry paste
- 1 tablespoon curry powder
- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1 teaspoon chili powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon white sugar
- 1 teaspoon minced garlic
- 1 teaspoon ginger root, minced
- 1 (14.25 ounce) can tomato puree
Directions
- Wash the lentils in cold water until the water runs clear (this is very important or the lentils will get "scummy"), put the lentils in a pot with water to cover and simmer covered until lentils tender (add more water if necessary).
- While the lentils are cooking: In a large skillet or saucepan, caramelize the onions in vegetable oil.
- While the onions are cooking, combine the curry paste, curry powder, turmeric, cumin, chili powder, salt, sugar, garlic, and ginger in a mixing bowl. Mix well. When the onions are cooked, add the curry mixture to the onions and cook over a high heat stirring constantly for 1 to 2 minutes.
- Stir in the tomato puree and reduce heat, allow the curry base to simmer until the lentils are ready.
- When the lentils are tender drain them briefly (they should have absorbed most of the water but you don't want the curry to be too sloppy). Mix the curry base into the lentils and serve immediately.
I also served warm pita bread and some homemade date chutney.
Nutritional Information 
Amount Per Serving Calories: 192 | Total Fat: 2.6g | Cholesterol: 0mg
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's Day
Happy Mother's Day to my friends
I have collected some wonderful quotes about mom's, children and a mother's love enjoy and remember to call your mother.
"Motherhood is the longest-running, continuous production of your life. Every day. Seven days a week. It doesn't matter if it's SRO or an empty house: You play to it. It doesn't matter if the critics love or hate your performance. The show never closes. Every day you climb into your costume and do the best you can, writing the script as you go along."
Erma Bombeck
May 14, 1989
If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. ~Ambrose Bierce
Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that. ~Golda Meir
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
I have collected some wonderful quotes about mom's, children and a mother's love enjoy and remember to call your mother.
"Motherhood is the longest-running, continuous production of your life. Every day. Seven days a week. It doesn't matter if it's SRO or an empty house: You play to it. It doesn't matter if the critics love or hate your performance. The show never closes. Every day you climb into your costume and do the best you can, writing the script as you go along."
Erma Bombeck
May 14, 1989
If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. ~Ambrose Bierce
Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that. ~Golda Meir
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Derby Week and the 137th running of the Kentucky Oaks
Nothing says Louisville, Kentucky quite like Derby Week. This year I was surprised with tickets to Churchill Downs for the day of racing known at the Kentucky Oaks. This first Friday in May has been a tradition for It is actually a misnomer since the Oaks is only one race of the day. But to any native Louisvilian "the Oaks" is the best place to be this side of Heaven.
The Kentucky Oaks is considered by some to be among the most popular horse races in American horse-racing society due to its high attendance. With a purse of 1 Million, this isn't just another race.
Believe it or not it's not just about horse racing, it's about the hat and if ya'll are planning on visiting for the Oaks - please be prepared, you can wear any color as long as it is PINK . Pink hats, dresses, shoes, for the ladies, and yes even Pink for the guys, Pink jackets, bow ties or fedoras are the rule. It is also neat to see how one race can make huge differences outside of horse racing and Kentucky. Churchill Downs contributes $1 for every Oaks attendee to Susan G. Komen for the Cure and $1 for every Oaks Lily® beverage sold to Horses and Hope. In 2010, Churchill Downs contributed more than $116,000 to Susan G. Komen for the Cure and $30,000 to Horses and Hope.
Another wonderful tradition is the Garland of Lilies this is a handmade blanket of lilies crafted for the winning filly. Hence the name for the race Lilies for the Fillies.
The Star Gazer Lily was a perfect choice for the garland, chosen for its femininity and strength. An amazing 133 lilies are hand sewn onto a white moire fabric backing with a fleur-de-lis pattern. Folks in Louisville can view the lily garland at a local Kroger store the evening before the race.
Another component if you will is the Official drink of the "Oaks"
The Oaks Lily® ingredients include:
I will post more as the week continues. But check out the web for the Kentucky Derby, the Oaks and Louisville.
The Kentucky Oaks is considered by some to be among the most popular horse races in American horse-racing society due to its high attendance. With a purse of 1 Million, this isn't just another race.
Believe it or not it's not just about horse racing, it's about the hat and if ya'll are planning on visiting for the Oaks - please be prepared, you can wear any color as long as it is PINK . Pink hats, dresses, shoes, for the ladies, and yes even Pink for the guys, Pink jackets, bow ties or fedoras are the rule. It is also neat to see how one race can make huge differences outside of horse racing and Kentucky. Churchill Downs contributes $1 for every Oaks attendee to Susan G. Komen for the Cure and $1 for every Oaks Lily® beverage sold to Horses and Hope. In 2010, Churchill Downs contributed more than $116,000 to Susan G. Komen for the Cure and $30,000 to Horses and Hope.
Another wonderful tradition is the Garland of Lilies this is a handmade blanket of lilies crafted for the winning filly. Hence the name for the race Lilies for the Fillies.
The Star Gazer Lily was a perfect choice for the garland, chosen for its femininity and strength. An amazing 133 lilies are hand sewn onto a white moire fabric backing with a fleur-de-lis pattern. Folks in Louisville can view the lily garland at a local Kroger store the evening before the race.Another component if you will is the Official drink of the "Oaks"
The Oaks Lily® ingredients include:
- 1 oz. Vodka
- 1 oz. Sweet and Sour Mix
- 3 oz. Cranberry Juice
- Splash of Triple Sec
I will post more as the week continues. But check out the web for the Kentucky Derby, the Oaks and Louisville.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Passover Dinner
As a Christian I find it interesting that I love planning and executing my Passover / Seder dinner. Last year R and I have 23 guests for dinner, that means two dinning rooms tables set together in the great room. Since I had enough china and sterling the only thing missing was the glassware for wine, water, tea etc. That accounts for at least 4 glasses per person hmmm 4 multiplied by 23 is 92, do you have enough stemware for 92 friends? I'm sorry I don't. What is a girl to do? Why set the table with Spode Blue Italian, Towle Chippendale silver and the Dollar tree glassware. Honestly, if anyone noticed they didn't say a word. My philosophy is if you mix and match with the good stuff i/e/ Spode then no one will notice the cheap stuff. LOL Or so I tell myself.
So all that said, to say I have sent the invitations for my friends to save the date for this years Passover. Yes I a Christian, however, I firmly believe that All Christians should be celebrating a Passover dinner, think about it, Christ died after he celebrated Passover. Shouldn't this be part of our tradition?
I love this time, probably as much as I love Christmas. I look forward to the event; the friends, the meal; the planning, and the significance of the time and the meal. I love the prayers throughout the meal, the commemoration of the original Passover. Why don't Christians celebrate this event. Why are we ignorant of this event?
In the coming weeks I will share the planning and preparation of this meal/celebration along with pictures to show wonderful china and silver and Shabby chic glassware.
Think about having your own Passover /Seder dinner. Friends will love you for it and all information can be found on the net.
So all that said, to say I have sent the invitations for my friends to save the date for this years Passover. Yes I a Christian, however, I firmly believe that All Christians should be celebrating a Passover dinner, think about it, Christ died after he celebrated Passover. Shouldn't this be part of our tradition?
I love this time, probably as much as I love Christmas. I look forward to the event; the friends, the meal; the planning, and the significance of the time and the meal. I love the prayers throughout the meal, the commemoration of the original Passover. Why don't Christians celebrate this event. Why are we ignorant of this event?
In the coming weeks I will share the planning and preparation of this meal/celebration along with pictures to show wonderful china and silver and Shabby chic glassware.
Think about having your own Passover /Seder dinner. Friends will love you for it and all information can be found on the net.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
In Rememberance of a Sweet Lady Dear Elsie
When I was a little girl, my parents had two friends that I adored. As a family we would go to Elsie and Eddie's house for visits. It was a grand house as grand as anything I had ever been exposed to. The first house that I remember which had a "Formal" living room. The furnishings were elegant, tasteful and refined. Something out of the movies, her house could have been given a spread in Southern Living.
My parents loved them and they likewise loved mom and daddy. Never to have children, why I don't know mom and daddy gave Elsie an Eddie the choice of selecting my name. I'm not sure why or where they came up with Christy; but the middle name of Lee was Eddie's. Maybe that was the start of the strong bond I have always felt for them. Elsie told the story of when in my infancy I was croupy, fussy, she and Eddie would come over after dinner and take me for long rides around town. Yes I was one of those children who was chauffered around town in the days before car seats to be soothed. Why did Elsie and Eddie do it? So simple really, they had the car!
When we went for visit on Saturday evening, the visit would always end with a grand finale and that would be Elsie giving an organ recital and the last song played would be daddy's favorite at full volume, The Battle Hymn of the Republic; played loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, wake the dead and convert the sinners : )
I remember getting to go for extended visits in the summer and spend time with Elsie's mother Mrs. Shad. Mrs. Shad was one of the lovely southern ladies who had a wonderful scent that was inherently hers, lilacs and gardenias. A tiny little woman who I can still see in my minds eye teaching me to add spoonfuls of batter to muffin cups a little at a time, "because you see it is so much easier to add a little rather than take some out" . It's funny there is not a time when I make muffins or bake that I don't hear her voice.
When I moved back to Louisville in 2007 Elsie and I would chat on the phone, I particularly remember one evening when she lectured me strongly not to be like her. I can hear her voice as if it were still echoing in the walls, don't live in the past, it's true your husband died and I am sorry and I know you miss him, but Christy Lee do not live the rest of your life alone, this was the only time she ever spoke sternly to me. She knew what she was talking about, Eddie left this life in the early part of the '70's. Elsie never married and only in last 10 years did she have a suitor. I promised her I would not cordon off my heart and I would live life fully.
Why am I remembering all of this? My dear Elsie died this past November and for many reasons that I can't begin to explain I only found out today. My heart is breaking that I was not able to pay my respects for my dear sweet friend. I am grieving, ashamed and embarrassed that I did not call more often to check up her. Or that I did not ask her to post my name and number somewhere so someone could call me in the event that she needed me.
I know that where she is she has forgiven me, I pray in time I can forgive myself.
Please please people if you have elderly in your life that you love, find a way for events in their lives to be passed along to you.
My parents loved them and they likewise loved mom and daddy. Never to have children, why I don't know mom and daddy gave Elsie an Eddie the choice of selecting my name. I'm not sure why or where they came up with Christy; but the middle name of Lee was Eddie's. Maybe that was the start of the strong bond I have always felt for them. Elsie told the story of when in my infancy I was croupy, fussy, she and Eddie would come over after dinner and take me for long rides around town. Yes I was one of those children who was chauffered around town in the days before car seats to be soothed. Why did Elsie and Eddie do it? So simple really, they had the car!
When we went for visit on Saturday evening, the visit would always end with a grand finale and that would be Elsie giving an organ recital and the last song played would be daddy's favorite at full volume, The Battle Hymn of the Republic; played loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, wake the dead and convert the sinners : )
I remember getting to go for extended visits in the summer and spend time with Elsie's mother Mrs. Shad. Mrs. Shad was one of the lovely southern ladies who had a wonderful scent that was inherently hers, lilacs and gardenias. A tiny little woman who I can still see in my minds eye teaching me to add spoonfuls of batter to muffin cups a little at a time, "because you see it is so much easier to add a little rather than take some out" . It's funny there is not a time when I make muffins or bake that I don't hear her voice.
When I moved back to Louisville in 2007 Elsie and I would chat on the phone, I particularly remember one evening when she lectured me strongly not to be like her. I can hear her voice as if it were still echoing in the walls, don't live in the past, it's true your husband died and I am sorry and I know you miss him, but Christy Lee do not live the rest of your life alone, this was the only time she ever spoke sternly to me. She knew what she was talking about, Eddie left this life in the early part of the '70's. Elsie never married and only in last 10 years did she have a suitor. I promised her I would not cordon off my heart and I would live life fully.
Why am I remembering all of this? My dear Elsie died this past November and for many reasons that I can't begin to explain I only found out today. My heart is breaking that I was not able to pay my respects for my dear sweet friend. I am grieving, ashamed and embarrassed that I did not call more often to check up her. Or that I did not ask her to post my name and number somewhere so someone could call me in the event that she needed me.
I know that where she is she has forgiven me, I pray in time I can forgive myself.
Please please people if you have elderly in your life that you love, find a way for events in their lives to be passed along to you.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
A little off
On the off chance someone follows this attempt at blogging, I have been feeling "off" this week, not sure what it is, maybe an ear infection? I feel like my brain is sloshing in my head.
Off to the doc on Monday.
Off to the doc on Monday.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Decisions Decisions
How do you make decisions? I mean big decisions, not the decision to buy or not buy the shoes in every color - no decision there!!
R and I are contemplating a major decision and I am between the proverbial rock and a hard place. There are wonderful pros on both sides, there is one glaring negative on each side. Does that make sense?
No I know not making sense, so let's start over. Both of my daughters live in North Carolina, R and I live in KY. While we have my sister and brother and their families, our church families live in the same city, they're not my girls. We're very close to our church friends they are more like family than friends. Both R and I have individual Bible Studies that we love and look forward too along with a couples Study with dear dear friends.
So what is the decision? I would like to be closer to my girls and their husbands, to be close enough for weekly dinners, to help when needed. To one day be a grandparent. Lately it has been my dream to be the kind of gram that is involved in the child's life and help when we can.
Also, now that my health has dramatically improved I have been yearning for a small yard. A chance to play in the dirt, plant pansies in the fall and watch their happy faces.
That means selling the condo in KY and buying something in NC.
There are lots of what ifs
what if daughters move for employment reasons at some point in the future and we won't be close; do we move again? Is this a wrong reason to move in the first place?
what if we can't find the Church family we feel good to be in
what if we can't get the price for the condo due to this current market
Am I over thinking this?
what if what if what if
What to do? We have been praying for God to guide us, to show us what He wants. God leads us where He wants us to be. We just need to be quiet and listen.
R and I are contemplating a major decision and I am between the proverbial rock and a hard place. There are wonderful pros on both sides, there is one glaring negative on each side. Does that make sense?
No I know not making sense, so let's start over. Both of my daughters live in North Carolina, R and I live in KY. While we have my sister and brother and their families, our church families live in the same city, they're not my girls. We're very close to our church friends they are more like family than friends. Both R and I have individual Bible Studies that we love and look forward too along with a couples Study with dear dear friends.
So what is the decision? I would like to be closer to my girls and their husbands, to be close enough for weekly dinners, to help when needed. To one day be a grandparent. Lately it has been my dream to be the kind of gram that is involved in the child's life and help when we can.
Also, now that my health has dramatically improved I have been yearning for a small yard. A chance to play in the dirt, plant pansies in the fall and watch their happy faces.
That means selling the condo in KY and buying something in NC.
There are lots of what ifs
what if daughters move for employment reasons at some point in the future and we won't be close; do we move again? Is this a wrong reason to move in the first place?
what if we can't find the Church family we feel good to be in
what if we can't get the price for the condo due to this current market
Am I over thinking this?
what if what if what if
What to do? We have been praying for God to guide us, to show us what He wants. God leads us where He wants us to be. We just need to be quiet and listen.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Who Knew
My daughter and son-in-law had an unwanted chicken coop in the backyard of their new home. No chickens just the coop, the pen and an old door.
It looked like this
and this
Not really the look they wanted for their outdoor environment. Not me So what to do? Craigslist to the rescue. I placed an add at 3:30 and immediately I had emails. Not just one or two but 12!!! It sold the next morning with over 17 inquiries. I had emails asking specific questions about the coup, beyond the normal questions of size and age, I was asked what type of chickens, how many chickens could it hold, who knew?
OK we all know I am a city girl, but who knew it would go that fast.
The question is . . . did I under price it or is there that much demand for chicken coops?
It looked like this
and this
Not really the look they wanted for their outdoor environment. Not me So what to do? Craigslist to the rescue. I placed an add at 3:30 and immediately I had emails. Not just one or two but 12!!! It sold the next morning with over 17 inquiries. I had emails asking specific questions about the coup, beyond the normal questions of size and age, I was asked what type of chickens, how many chickens could it hold, who knew?
OK we all know I am a city girl, but who knew it would go that fast.
The question is . . . did I under price it or is there that much demand for chicken coops?
Monday, February 21, 2011
I'm Doing the Best that I can
His mom is 91, suffering from chronic COPD. She calls her lungs greedy, they steal from the rest of her tiny body. She weighs in twice a day, monitoring her body's needs as she monitors the barometric pressure. The higher the pressure the harder she struggles to breathe. She holds her oxygen tubing in her capable hands making it seem more like an exotic string of pearls than her life line. She holds it, twists it and I think of Loretta Young.
She battles bladder cancer and has astonished the docs with her outlook and perspective. She tells them in her quiet southern voice that chemotherapy is not the best option for her but she thanks them just the same. They don't get it or her . . . really . . .if they were honest. They always ask her how she is doing and she always answers "I'm doing the best I can" and for her that's enough.
Would that ever be enough for me? Could I ever be that gracious?
She battles bladder cancer and has astonished the docs with her outlook and perspective. She tells them in her quiet southern voice that chemotherapy is not the best option for her but she thanks them just the same. They don't get it or her . . . really . . .if they were honest. They always ask her how she is doing and she always answers "I'm doing the best I can" and for her that's enough.
Would that ever be enough for me? Could I ever be that gracious?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Do you have one afternoon?
Do you have one afternoon to read a truly amazing little book? I strongly suggest you take the time to read Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo.
I love this book and wish I could buy a couple dozen to hand out to folks who are skeptical about there faith, about what happens after this life. It is or has been # 1 on the New York Times Bestseller. This is a little boys astounding story of his trip to Heaven and back, it will fill you with wonder, you will laugh and cry at the same time. Please get it an read it.
I love this book and wish I could buy a couple dozen to hand out to folks who are skeptical about there faith, about what happens after this life. It is or has been # 1 on the New York Times Bestseller. This is a little boys astounding story of his trip to Heaven and back, it will fill you with wonder, you will laugh and cry at the same time. Please get it an read it.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Heading to North Carolina and Taking Spring with US
We are heading to South Carolina for a show and stopping to see both daughters in North Carolina. Younger daughter wanted a Spring wreath for her front door. She asked for white and yellow with green. So off to Michael's, would you believe they had baskets of yellow and white bunches for $1.00 each? I lucked into that. Yellow Ribbon will be added when we get there. 
Saturday, February 12, 2011
He Makes Me To Lie Down
My Journey
I sleep and sleep often. There are days I sleep 20 hours out of 24 getting up only when "R" wakes me to drink or wraps his arms around me and walks me to the bathroom. It takes effort to hold my head up. My arms feel weighted. My mind is so fuzzy so deep in a fog I make no sense when speaking.
For 3 years I have dealt with this, no one other than "R" understands, I get platitudes from my daughters, my sister and brother. Employer fired me, girl friends at Bible study commiserate but don't understand. Doctor has no clue because all blood work comes back "normal". What is it, why do I feel like I am dieing and no body understands? No body gets it.
My life has changed to the point that I never take for granted not needing a nap. Good health is a blessing that God has given many. Those same people take that health for granted.
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving while at my sister's house with the whole family that I felt a crash descending upon me. Making quick good byes before dessert, trying to get home before I can't stand up, before my head falls on my chest and I can't make it up the stair. I am in such a rush so focused that I don't notice families reactions. Sister is a nurse, she observes, takes notice of my condition, my abilities and inabilities. She sees the body changing, the slurred speech my head hanging. We get home, R helps me up the stairs, slowly, one. at. a. time, painstakingly slow. The bedroom, my bed seems so far away. Making it there, I strip leaving clothes on the floor, crawling into bed and feeling the cool sheets.
I cannot say that what happens next is sleep, it is deeper than that. This state is not refreshing, I don't wake reinvigorated. My eyes open, I wait, listen and my eyes close again and I slip back in to this state.
Sister calls to check on me, relates what she saw and what she researched on the net. My instructions were to call the Doc. God bless my doctor, he listened and admitted he was stumped. I asked for a 60 trial of DHEA from the Compounding Pharmacy. Doc actually talks to the Compounding Pharmacist and agrees to this trial. I take 2, 5mg in the morning, and 1, 5mg in the late afternoon.
For the first time in 3 years I feel hope, the possibility of a diagnosis. I don't care about a cure, just a name for this whatever it is I am feeling. I ask friends to pray for a diagnosis.
Our God is an awesome God, we have a name.
Now I learn to live with Addison's disease.
I sleep and sleep often. There are days I sleep 20 hours out of 24 getting up only when "R" wakes me to drink or wraps his arms around me and walks me to the bathroom. It takes effort to hold my head up. My arms feel weighted. My mind is so fuzzy so deep in a fog I make no sense when speaking.
For 3 years I have dealt with this, no one other than "R" understands, I get platitudes from my daughters, my sister and brother. Employer fired me, girl friends at Bible study commiserate but don't understand. Doctor has no clue because all blood work comes back "normal". What is it, why do I feel like I am dieing and no body understands? No body gets it.
My life has changed to the point that I never take for granted not needing a nap. Good health is a blessing that God has given many. Those same people take that health for granted.
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving while at my sister's house with the whole family that I felt a crash descending upon me. Making quick good byes before dessert, trying to get home before I can't stand up, before my head falls on my chest and I can't make it up the stair. I am in such a rush so focused that I don't notice families reactions. Sister is a nurse, she observes, takes notice of my condition, my abilities and inabilities. She sees the body changing, the slurred speech my head hanging. We get home, R helps me up the stairs, slowly, one. at. a. time, painstakingly slow. The bedroom, my bed seems so far away. Making it there, I strip leaving clothes on the floor, crawling into bed and feeling the cool sheets.
I cannot say that what happens next is sleep, it is deeper than that. This state is not refreshing, I don't wake reinvigorated. My eyes open, I wait, listen and my eyes close again and I slip back in to this state.
Sister calls to check on me, relates what she saw and what she researched on the net. My instructions were to call the Doc. God bless my doctor, he listened and admitted he was stumped. I asked for a 60 trial of DHEA from the Compounding Pharmacy. Doc actually talks to the Compounding Pharmacist and agrees to this trial. I take 2, 5mg in the morning, and 1, 5mg in the late afternoon.
For the first time in 3 years I feel hope, the possibility of a diagnosis. I don't care about a cure, just a name for this whatever it is I am feeling. I ask friends to pray for a diagnosis.
Our God is an awesome God, we have a name.
Now I learn to live with Addison's disease.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Honey it's Cold outside
It is freezing here literally it is freezing here, 11 degrees - too cold to do anything but stay huddled in an afghan by a fire with a cup of hot tea. But today is Thursday, that means my lady's Bible study. So off I go, but I will leave you with a thought for the day.
"I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming
conviction that I had nowhere to go. My own wisdom, and that of
all about me, seemed insufficient for the day."
Abraham Lincoln
"I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming
conviction that I had nowhere to go. My own wisdom, and that of
all about me, seemed insufficient for the day."
Abraham Lincoln
Monday, February 7, 2011
Do you do this?
How do you remember loved ones that have died? I am not sure when it started but for at least 5 years now, I have a memorial candle burning in my house on the day significant people in my life passed away. I leave this candle burning for 24 hours, (yes I put it somewhere safe during the night, so the boys don't knock it over). To many I suppose it sounds morbid or strange but for me, it is a tangible and prayerful reminder of that person. Today is for my father who died February 7, 2003, just 27 days after my husband. Because so much happened at that time I find this ritual comforting. It also reminds me of the beautiful stand of red votive candles twinkling in the sanctuary of the Catholic Church I grew up in.
A Devotional for Each Day
I am constantly striving to strengthen my relationship with God. This is new for me, growing up Catholic the thought of having a one on one relationship with God was not something taught or discussed. However as an adult Christian I crave that relationship. He leads me to a better life, a life focused on
It is not always the easiest thing to do , I get interrupted, delayed and deterred, but I continue to persevere. At this time I am reading between two devotionals, Grace for the Moment by Max Lucado and Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, I am also reading He chose the Nails also by Lucado.
The theme of today's devotional is doing what is right. It is amazing when I think about because it would seem to be an easy thing to do, but all to often something gets in the way. I truly believe that the harder we try to focus our desire and attention to God and to His good works, the evil one attempts to derail us. How many times have we been running late to Bible study and the thought comes in to our minds to skip the study rather than walk in late? Or we over sleep and decide to skip Church rather than going to the later service? Or someone says something we disagree with and rather than being gracious, we argue?
If we believe that God lives within us, then doing what is right becomes easier. It is easier to tell Evil to get behind me. It is easier to make the right decisions, go to the better choice of movies, environments and be with people that share like ideas.
Understanding that God resides in me and my house lightens my burdens, through Him I am blessed and through His grace I am capable of standing firm in the face of evil.
It is not always the easiest thing to do , I get interrupted, delayed and deterred, but I continue to persevere. At this time I am reading between two devotionals, Grace for the Moment by Max Lucado and Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, I am also reading He chose the Nails also by Lucado.
The theme of today's devotional is doing what is right. It is amazing when I think about because it would seem to be an easy thing to do, but all to often something gets in the way. I truly believe that the harder we try to focus our desire and attention to God and to His good works, the evil one attempts to derail us. How many times have we been running late to Bible study and the thought comes in to our minds to skip the study rather than walk in late? Or we over sleep and decide to skip Church rather than going to the later service? Or someone says something we disagree with and rather than being gracious, we argue?
If we believe that God lives within us, then doing what is right becomes easier. It is easier to tell Evil to get behind me. It is easier to make the right decisions, go to the better choice of movies, environments and be with people that share like ideas.
Understanding that God resides in me and my house lightens my burdens, through Him I am blessed and through His grace I am capable of standing firm in the face of evil.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Project - Stairs Phase 1 Demolition
I have been in the condo for three years and have hated the carpet on the stairs the entire time. But like many things it was a ways down on the list of priorities for remake & remodel. My motivation to make changes came today from out in blogland. I was searching for new blogs and new ideas when I stumbled across Diane at http://inmyownstyle.com/2011/01/my-foyer-staircase-reveal.html. With that one look my imagination was off and running. I could do this, right?
I will post on my/our progress over the next few days. But first here is a the before (I remembered to take the before). Total count is 17 stairs with icky Berber carpet that has seen better days. Seeing how Diane's stairs turned out - we jumped right in ripping up the carpet and pad and then we saw this. The treads were MDF ick and the risers were pine, which i
s what we hoped the treads would have been. We pulled up all the tack strips and the hundreds of staples, swept and cleaned the are. Now we will decide if we need to replace the treads or continue with my original plan. This was supposed to be a low cost project.
We did get some advise during the demo phase of the project. Painting should be fun with 3 guys to keep off the stairs.
Phase II tomorrow
I will post on my/our progress over the next few days. But first here is a the before (I remembered to take the before). Total count is 17 stairs with icky Berber carpet that has seen better days. Seeing how Diane's stairs turned out - we jumped right in ripping up the carpet and pad and then we saw this. The treads were MDF ick and the risers were pine, which i
s what we hoped the treads would have been. We pulled up all the tack strips and the hundreds of staples, swept and cleaned the are. Now we will decide if we need to replace the treads or continue with my original plan. This was supposed to be a low cost project.We did get some advise during the demo phase of the project. Painting should be fun with 3 guys to keep off the stairs.
Phase II tomorrow
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
For the Bird
We make a quick trip to Arkansas to visit R's mommy, at 91 she is a really an amazing woman. I love these trips for a variety of reason, particularly because we have settled into a pattern that is comfortable for both of us. R drives (it's a control thing), I knit and watch the surrounding countryside while we listen to audio books. This trip is was The First Family by David Baldacci. I highly recommend this book if you love a plot with twists and turns, multiple plots and have 14.5 hours! When we arrived home on Saturday we had 3 CD's to go! Since we were not at a stopping point we actually drove around town listening until we came to a place where we could momentarily end that listening session.
An interesting thing happened when we were about 2 hours from Jonesboro, Arkansas. R yelled "Did you see that" made a fast U turn that cau
sed several dropped stitches grrrrr, another U turn to get us pointed in the right direction and pulling along the side of the road R pointed to this.
WOW He was a beauty. Not sure of what species he was but he was certainly amazing. At his feet was his dinner, hmmmmm opossum, not quite five star but he seemed to be enjoying it.
I have edited the photos for posting, some are not for the squeamish but if you dare check out his talons. I think we sat for about 30 minutes watching, whispering and snapping a zillion photos.
I posted on FB and asked what he might be, do you have thoughts? Here is a closer look.
This fella was totally nonplussed by two crazy folks in a car watching him from less that 10 feet away. At one point he was ready for his profile shot. At the advise of a friend I sent several photos to the Carolina Raptor Center and requested help identifying him. The Answer, an immature Red Tailed Hawk. if you look closely you can see the beginning of banded tail feathers which will redden as he matures.
Hope you enjoyed him as much as we did.
An interesting thing happened when we were about 2 hours from Jonesboro, Arkansas. R yelled "Did you see that" made a fast U turn that cau
sed several dropped stitches grrrrr, another U turn to get us pointed in the right direction and pulling along the side of the road R pointed to this.WOW He was a beauty. Not sure of what species he was but he was certainly amazing. At his feet was his dinner, hmmmmm opossum, not quite five star but he seemed to be enjoying it.
I have edited the photos for posting, some are not for the squeamish but if you dare check out his talons. I think we sat for about 30 minutes watching, whispering and snapping a zillion photos.
I posted on FB and asked what he might be, do you have thoughts? Here is a closer look.
This fella was totally nonplussed by two crazy folks in a car watching him from less that 10 feet away. At one point he was ready for his profile shot. At the advise of a friend I sent several photos to the Carolina Raptor Center and requested help identifying him. The Answer, an immature Red Tailed Hawk. if you look closely you can see the beginning of banded tail feathers which will redden as he matures.Hope you enjoyed him as much as we did.
Friday, January 21, 2011
What do you love?
I am not talking people or family or vocations. I am talking things, stuff, material goods. Well I've found one of the things I love and that's china. No not the country, I love dishes. Fine china, bone china, ahh now you've got it.
While perusing Craigslist one day I found this FULL SET EMBOSSED WEDGWOOD QUEENS WARE ohhh Wedgwood, I have a special love for Wedgwood china, guess it is the Irish in me, soooo what is a chinaholic to do. . . I immediately checked out Replacements.com. to get the scoop on this pattern. What I found is the pattern is called Queensware or Cream Ware, it is simple and elegant. Th
ere are several versions of the Cream ware, all ivory based with a raised or embossed floral boarder which comes in a variety of colors ranging from violet, rose, blue and pale green. This specific pattern is ivory on ivory. Oh I could see this on my table. Yup you guessed it, It's mine . . . all . . mine.
I brought this home in one huge box and I couldn't help but feel like a kid in a candy store as I slowly began to delve into a box load of peanuts, plastic bubble wrap and tape. I can't tell you want I love about dishes, maybe it's changing out the china cabinet or having different table settings each time we entertain. Who knows but I certainly have the bug.
In the excitement of unpacking I was blessing the soul who packed these goodies.
The simplicity of this pattern will be perfect to add other pattens to create wonderful tablescapes. There were some knicks and chips but I knew that before I purchased the set. Before buying I check the cost of replacing pieces on Ebay and Replacements. In order to make the leap and purchase unseen I had to know the cost of replacement or supplementing the set in order to have a complete service.
While perusing Craigslist one day I found this FULL SET EMBOSSED WEDGWOOD QUEENS WARE ohhh Wedgwood, I have a special love for Wedgwood china, guess it is the Irish in me, soooo what is a chinaholic to do. . . I immediately checked out Replacements.com. to get the scoop on this pattern. What I found is the pattern is called Queensware or Cream Ware, it is simple and elegant. Th
ere are several versions of the Cream ware, all ivory based with a raised or embossed floral boarder which comes in a variety of colors ranging from violet, rose, blue and pale green. This specific pattern is ivory on ivory. Oh I could see this on my table. Yup you guessed it, It's mine . . . all . . mine.I brought this home in one huge box and I couldn't help but feel like a kid in a candy store as I slowly began to delve into a box load of peanuts, plastic bubble wrap and tape. I can't tell you want I love about dishes, maybe it's changing out the china cabinet or having different table settings each time we entertain. Who knows but I certainly have the bug.
In the excitement of unpacking I was blessing the soul who packed these goodies.
The simplicity of this pattern will be perfect to add other pattens to create wonderful tablescapes. There were some knicks and chips but I knew that before I purchased the set. Before buying I check the cost of replacing pieces on Ebay and Replacements. In order to make the leap and purchase unseen I had to know the cost of replacement or supplementing the set in order to have a complete service. I just love this lil beauty. I will set a table to completely show the beauty of this china. But for now I leave you with a question, What is your passion?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Pets Friends Companions What?
I love animals and for my adult years have always had cats, specifically black cats. I really don't know why I love black cats but to me they seem more grateful. I have a sense that they know they are disliked, feared and to some even hated but to me they have a huge capacity for affection.
Right now I have 3 black cats, Angus is my gentleman, at 15 he is the king of the house. He sits in that classic cat pose sitting straight up, front paws together and tail wrapped around his paws. Bless his heart I have seen him fall asleep in this pose. When his head drops suddenly as he falls asleep, I avert my eyes sparing his dignity.
Next I have Joe Lewis, a fitting name as Joe is a fighter. Actually Joe is insecure and feels the need to come out fighting. When he was first adopted he was a recluse, today, 6 months later he comes around at dinner time and he has lost his commando belly to the ground walk. When I walk in to a room he doesn't run for his life he is content to watch my movements.
The littlest guy is Winston, he was born to a no kill shelter where he lived for 3 years until I brought him home. Winston is tiny, about the size of a 8 month kitten, he has terrible front teeth which results in his tongue sliding out of his mouth when he is asleep. Winston is extremely affectionate often sleeping beside me while I am on the sofa knitting or with his head on my pillow during the night. He follows me throughout the house, content to sit or stand while I do whatever chore needs to be done.
I love all three each for their own specific qualities and characteristics. I will post photos when I get a replacement cord for my camera.
Right now I have 3 black cats, Angus is my gentleman, at 15 he is the king of the house. He sits in that classic cat pose sitting straight up, front paws together and tail wrapped around his paws. Bless his heart I have seen him fall asleep in this pose. When his head drops suddenly as he falls asleep, I avert my eyes sparing his dignity.
Next I have Joe Lewis, a fitting name as Joe is a fighter. Actually Joe is insecure and feels the need to come out fighting. When he was first adopted he was a recluse, today, 6 months later he comes around at dinner time and he has lost his commando belly to the ground walk. When I walk in to a room he doesn't run for his life he is content to watch my movements.
The littlest guy is Winston, he was born to a no kill shelter where he lived for 3 years until I brought him home. Winston is tiny, about the size of a 8 month kitten, he has terrible front teeth which results in his tongue sliding out of his mouth when he is asleep. Winston is extremely affectionate often sleeping beside me while I am on the sofa knitting or with his head on my pillow during the night. He follows me throughout the house, content to sit or stand while I do whatever chore needs to be done.
I love all three each for their own specific qualities and characteristics. I will post photos when I get a replacement cord for my camera.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Do You Have a Friend You Have Never Met?
It is a strange feeling having a friend I have never met, but that is just the way I feel. Edie of Life {in} Grace has been constantly on my mind since I first read about her family surviving a tragic house fire over a week ago. All the blogs that I have read have a common thread, the same sentiment of "I can't believe it" or "I don't know what I would do in her predicament".
A fire that destroys her family' home and belongings and what we read first is that she is thankful her husband, children and pets escape. Would that be my first thought, my first reaction? Where does such strength come from? I know with a certainty that it comes from our Father God. He gives us all an inner strength to endure or overcome what seems like insurmountable trials. The key is to rely on Him to seek Him out in these times and relinquish our need to control. We should all be like Daniel, turning to God in prayer throughout the day in every situation believing that He will see us through our personal firey furnaces.
I believe we all have trials in our life, not as a test so much but as a chance to grow both spiritually and intellectually. Sometimes we may feel like Job and wonder why is God doing this to me? But if God could give His only son to us so that we might live; can we not withstand Earthly tragedy?
That is the strength that I see in Edie, a friend I have never met. I see a faith in her Savior that will sustain her. I see a mother gathering her children to her rejoicing in their rescue. I see a woman who is loved and cherished by family, loved by a community of friends both neighbors and blogging buddies.
Edie and her family will survive this and like the mythical Phoenix they will rise from the ashes renewed, encouraged and with a stronger faith in our Redeemer and perspective on life and material things that we could all learn from.
Edie, my friend I pray that your strength will be renewed each morning and that your faith continues to sustain you in this dark time.
A fire that destroys her family' home and belongings and what we read first is that she is thankful her husband, children and pets escape. Would that be my first thought, my first reaction? Where does such strength come from? I know with a certainty that it comes from our Father God. He gives us all an inner strength to endure or overcome what seems like insurmountable trials. The key is to rely on Him to seek Him out in these times and relinquish our need to control. We should all be like Daniel, turning to God in prayer throughout the day in every situation believing that He will see us through our personal firey furnaces.
I believe we all have trials in our life, not as a test so much but as a chance to grow both spiritually and intellectually. Sometimes we may feel like Job and wonder why is God doing this to me? But if God could give His only son to us so that we might live; can we not withstand Earthly tragedy?
That is the strength that I see in Edie, a friend I have never met. I see a faith in her Savior that will sustain her. I see a mother gathering her children to her rejoicing in their rescue. I see a woman who is loved and cherished by family, loved by a community of friends both neighbors and blogging buddies.
Edie and her family will survive this and like the mythical Phoenix they will rise from the ashes renewed, encouraged and with a stronger faith in our Redeemer and perspective on life and material things that we could all learn from.
Edie, my friend I pray that your strength will be renewed each morning and that your faith continues to sustain you in this dark time.
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