Thursday’s Rambling Reveal

Thursday’s reveal is more like Thursday Ramblings.  Did you ever consider, I mean really think about blogging  about a weight loss effort and actually posting a before picture?  I just seriously considered it and lets just say , I have pictures of kitties and puppies today!  Seems the 40th year has taken away something from me.  My ability to eat mostly what I want and maintain.  Not so much anymore.  I did head back to the gym this week.  I am currently typing with my tongue as the rest of my body is gripped in pain, pardon the drool!  I have decided to make an effort to lose 16 pounds. um yeah.  Have you ever really looked at all the weight loss plans out there?  I know “diets” are not the way to go, but what do I have to change/eat to get this figured out?  I am not getting any younger.

On that note, puppies and kitties.

Happy Thursday!

The Chicken’s Name is Picasso.

The Easter Egg Phenomenon!  In our household there is an undisputed rivalry, although somewhat understated, to create the best looking Easter Egg.  There is never a clear winner, but there are always stand outs.  here are a few….

A couple of the artists at work…..

And an overview of our accomplishments….

This morning I found half of them ripped open and their shells scattered all over the dining room table and floor.  The work of a temperamental artist.  Did Picasso go through this?  I think so.

Thursday Reveal….(drum roll, please!)

Scary topic….I am not a lover of chocolate.  I am hands down a candy girl.  Don’t know if it was all those childhood trips to Bob’s Market for oversized Pixie Stix, or Laffy Taffy, but I LOVE candy.  Especially cherry flavored Jolly Ranchers.    May not be normal, but hey, its me we are talking about.

On that same note, I am not much for cookies either.  Oreos make me sick, soft cookies make me gag, but I will fight to the death for Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies.  It’s for a good cause.

On a much more serious note, however, I have to admit to something that some may be frowned upon, or others may call cowardly but as usual, I could give a rip.  Here is the thing, when people make fun of Christians, call them whacko’s , or misguided, I say nothing.  I do not post prideful boastings to my Facebook status, I do not fall prey to the guilt filled e-mails that must be forwarded, I just don’t.  There are a few reasons for that and here they are:  First of all, prideful and boasting are not conducive to my spiritual health-humility is.  And if I am ready to be without fault, then I may put myself out for such criticisms, but I am not there yet.  I have enough self criticisms that I really don’t need anybody else’s.  Secondly, as Eleanor Roosevelt said so eloquently, “No one can make you feel guilty without your consent.”  God knows my heart and He reads my e-mails, that is sufficient.  Thirdly, people who make fun of Christians just don’t get it, I hope one day they do, but if they want to attack my spiritual life without knowing my life, then let them, but I do not need to encourage or feed in to their bashing.

Those who do not see what I see, hear what I hear, feel what I feel and live what I live, cannot be where I am.  St Francis of Assisi said, “Preach the Gospel wherever you go, and use words when necessary.”  So talk of my imaginary friend, named Jesus, all you want.  But like a true imaginary friend He is with me wherever I go, there whenever I need Him, loves and accepts me unconditionally and only asks that I do the same for everyone else in the world.  Loving God with all your heart is the easy part, it’s the part where you have to love your neighbor as yourself that is more difficult.  You people make it very difficult most days.

Happy Easter and remember, Jesus loves you, but I’m his favorite!

Random thoughts….

OK, so after my last post about the pancakes, about 4-5 hours later my phone rings.  It’s my ex-husband calling to tell me about my son’s baseball fundraiser on Saturday morning.  It’s a pancake breakfast!  Seriously?  I have to get up how early to go eat pancakes?  I think I’ll pack my breakfast.

I think I invented Salmon Bacon.  Seriously.  I don’t now if it already exists, but if it does not, I am going to patent it.  I would tell you how I made it, but then I’d have to kill you.  I am definitely having it for breakfast tomorrow.

Anyone know how to get a book published?  I think I’ll write a book.  But it won’t have Salmon Bacon© or pancakes in it.   I know you make think it weird I put the copyright sign on my Salmon Bacon©, but I think it’s best to be on top of things.

So anyway, here are a couple of pics I took today while I was in Tecumseh and one of this weird house in Adrian.  Whenever I see it I think of a Harry Potter” Order of the Phoenix” hideaway.  Can’t believe anyone lives there.  Take a look:

So I went to a meet and greet with a new physician today.  He is in Tecumseh and he is a holistic medical doctor.  What’s that you say?  Basically he is not going to give you a bunch of stupid meds when you can do a lot of your healing yourself.  He really was a breath of fresh air.  Not only that, he spent over an hour with me, just getting to know me.  Seriously talked about everything and anything.  Great guy!  I did forget to mention the problem with the pancakes…..how did I do that?  Anyway….I still managed to remember to take a couple of architecture pics on my way out of town!

Weird going back to your hometown.  Somethings stay the same , while others just are weird…kinda like me.

Thursday Reveal

I have to reveal a strange fact about myself.  Its a fact I discovered this morning and seems almost inhuman to even admit it out loud.  (Deep Breath) I cannot eat pancakes.  There I said it.  I had a smallish silver dollar pancake with my eggs this morning in lieu of toast and discovered that I was almost instantaneously induced into a coma like state.  Seriously folks, this was from ONE small pancake!  It seems unfair.  I did not even put syrup on it!!!  I was so disappointed.  So after three cups of tea I gave in and fell asleep for 20 minutes; at 10:30 am!  Am I the only person with this problem?  I think if I ate regular pasta it might happen too.

I don’t have much for a reveal besides that, however, if you are looking for a good blog entry, try http://www.dooce.com.  She has a great post about her experience with Arcade Fire.

There are some in the house that have no problem eating them!

Of Moss and Men, or Barbies….

I have a thing about moss.  I love to touch it, pet it, whatever.  When we were kids, we had a hedge where moss grew aplenty.  My brother and I would dig it up and make toad houses with it.  Different rooms, couches, beds, and even toad stools.  We would then catch the toads, show them their imperial palaces and try to force them to stay.   Hmph!  The toads were quickly replaced by my Barbies.  An all natural home for Barbie; Eco Barbie, I was so ahead of my time.

Maybe Barbie needs her own post…..

Summer Teaser

We completely took advantage of yesterdays weather.  We took the little ones and our eastern hemisphere contingent from Down Under to Hidden Lake Gardens for a nice hike and much needed fresh air.

All of the pictures were taken by Dave except the frogs!  Left me anxious for summer!