tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12553490384592921442024-03-04T21:18:59.112-08:00My Life According to Food - and everything elseFood is my passion! I love my kitchen, my garden my cookbooks and magazines. What I hate is the threat of diabetes wrecking a beautiful relationship. Can I use my love of food and basic knowledge of nutrition to create a healthy body and lifestyle. Yes, I can. I'm sure of it. The real question is... Will I? Let's find out :)Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-91780734624211955912014-01-30T13:44:00.000-08:002014-01-30T13:44:53.656-08:00What's for Breakfast? I'm Starving!!!Oh baby! Long time no write! Why? I'm faaaat! :) I was doing marginally ok all the way up through oh... last spring then... Oh whatever! I have no good excuses... I just got fat! But now I have reached the maximum level of fatness I can live with so here goes again! The final humiliation was having to go buy fat clothes to wear to Hawaii since I could no longer fit into my summer clothes from last year. And having to excavate my fat pants out of the closet sucked too!<br />
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Right now I'm about 12 lbs off of my weight watchers goal so I'm working the plan hard and beginning to see results. It's like a big game. You play the game and you lose weight and maintain. You cheat... yeah... you get the picture!<br />
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This is also a very lazy day. I thought I might catch up with all of you non facebook friends and give you a brief update on stuff in my life. All of you facebookers just forward to the bottom of the post and avoid all the pics you've already seen. Unless you like re-runs.<br />
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I'm just sitting around watching the snow come down and I love it! I know many of you have recently been slapped silly by the weather this winter and probably don't like snow much right now but we are used to it and actually we need it. Here are a few pics of the snow in my life...<br />
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This is my bug covered with snow.</div>
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Tank and Lucy are posing in the snow. Tank is doing a great job of staying don't you think?</div>
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contrast here's what that looked like...</div>
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Our friend Dave Sasaki (hi Dave!) lives up on a hill in Honolulu that looks out over Diamond Head and the ocean. This is a snap shot from the lanai where I spend the majority of my time just gazing. Occasionally we venture off the hill and go out and about. Here are a few of those out and about shots...</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">The last non food related thing I just have to share is the newest pics of my gorgeous grand daughters :)</span></div>
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So finally back to breakfast! This morning I was soooo hungry that I decided to break down and cook two eggs. Usually I just allow myself one but I just didn't feel like that was going to cut it. I dragged out the 18 pack of eggs and opened it up and just about freaked out when I saw the single little egg in the carton that I swear I just bought a couple of days ago! Then I remembered... my Paleo diet daughter Amberlyn aka egg hog had just made crepes that morning and had in fact single handedly scarfed down the entire carton in the last few days. Oh ok... to be fair she only ate 17. She did leave one! I immediately sent her a scathing text to make sure she brings more eggs home. Ok I confess... I'm sure she had some help with the eggs. But you know how it is when you are starving and you need to eat something NOW and the very thing you are looking for...</div>
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-9691257835038754282013-05-18T23:18:00.000-07:002013-05-18T23:18:28.463-07:00I Love Spring!Here's why I love spring...<br />
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In the spring plain ole tuna salad becomes a feast for the eyes! Fresh fresh fresh! Ok... I didn't catch the tuna myself but I did grow the spinach, collect the eggs, make the yogurt that adds the creaminess, snip the chives with their blossoms... you get the idea. A simple tuna salad goes from blah to tada! <br />
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Spring is the season when the color green becomes amazing in it's infinite shades and hues! Speaking of green... who remembers these long green Tupperware containers?<br />
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:) I have two. They are a little beat up but they keep my spinach and lettuce better than anything else. And they remind me of Dave's sweet little mama. We inherited these when she "moved to heaven". They are one of my most treasured possessions because of the memory factor. These and the earthenware baking dish that I use to burn the Thanksgiving sweet potatoes each year... but that's a whole different season. I don't want to think about fall!<br />
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Early in the morning I'm flying to southern California to see my daughter Katie and her gorgeous babies. Yay!!! So... I've been working hard to get ready to leave. I thought I'd make sure some of the produce in the fridge got used up so I threw this berry tasty salad together.<br />
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It's a bed of fresh tender spinach with carrots, bell peppers, cukes, strawberries, pumpkin seeds and mozzarella cheese then topped with freshly made croutons from left over bread purchased at the Chewelah farmers market yesterday. Love!<br />
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Garden season is just getting going and I've been babysitting little plants in the greenhouse as well as moving a few outside into the garden. Of course the spinach is up and ready to nibble on. The sweet peas are beginning to grab hold of the fence and climb. Perhaps when I come home they will be blooming! Green beans have sprouted and the long row of sunflowers that smile at me in the summer are reaching toward the sky. They have a ways to go though. right now they aren't much taller than the carrots :)<br />
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These are just a few volunteer sunflowers that I didn't have the heart to pull up. Behind them you can see the nice straight rows where Dave has just planted his corn. We definitely have different gardening styles! His rows are very orderly and march along like little soldiers. Mine sort of meander along like a little day dreaming flower child. And come to think of it that same behavior plays out in so many other areas of our lives too :) Ha! If you've read my blog you can easily imagine what my garden looks like... no plan at all!<br />
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I know this is the tiniest pumpkin plant ever but just wait and see. I predict the best crop of giant pumpkins yet! I also optimistically transplanted 5 watermelon plants into the garden. There are about 10 more still in the greenhouse... just in case. Anyway... these are highly experimental. Last year we sliced open the sweetest little watermelon! It was just the perfect size to eat in one sitting. I wondered if we had a long enough growing season for growing a small little melon so I decided to save the seeds and find out. So we'll see what happens.<br />
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My greenhouse now has to do double duty. My plants have to share space with my fiber drying rack which currently is loaded up with alpaca fiber. This is the first batch of alpaca that I've washed. It's taking much longer to dry than wool. I'm sure Dave won't mind turning it over a couple of times for me while I'm gone. When I come back from California it will be ready for me to play with. And my new little lambs will be old enough to come live at my house! <br />
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-88630154933174264462013-05-04T08:33:00.000-07:002013-05-04T08:33:58.471-07:00Love In A JarI absolutely LOVE this time of year! This morning I woke up, peeked out the window and saw that is was just beginning to get light outside. I looked at the clock and it was 4:50 am. Yes!!! The days are finally getting long! I guess most people would go back to bed but not me! I crept out to the living room and opened all the curtains to watch the morning unfold. I barely got settled in before the idea for this post popped into my head, which reminded me that I should make a batch of crepes. I got up to get those going so the batter could rest in the fridge until Dave got around to waking up and of course it was hours and hours before I got back around to my blog post. And that's been the story of my life for months on end! I've been meaning to write but each day is full of really important stuff!<br />
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So... Dave loves crepes. I hate to make them! Actually I don't mind making them all the way up to the second where they need to be flipped then poof! Just like magic... instant disaster and rage! This sad scene has replayed in my kitchen so many times that finally Dave and I made a deal. I create the batter and he cooks the crepes. Usually. Earlier this week Dave had been craving crepes and so I decided to make a batch since he was going to be leaving to spend a few days over at the lake property in Ione clearing and burning. Sort of as an I love you... see you in a few days present. Sometimes I go along too but decided this trip to stay home. He works really hard over there so I like to send along some tasty food so he doesn't end up eating things like top ramen with tuna fish. Ughhhh! Shudder shudder! I'm not even kidding... I wish he never told me about that. Some things are just to horrible to think about! Anyway... I decided the morning he left to make a large batch of crepe batter and send along part of it with him in a big mason jar. That would be something he could quickly cook up and would be non disgusting :) he came home telling me all the creations he came up with using the crepe batter such as peanut butter and banana crepes. I was impressed! I told him it sounded like he didn't even miss me at all, to which he replied... "I didn't need to miss you cause I had your love in a jar!" That was so sweet it motivated me to risk ruining my morning with flipping, flopping and cussing. <br />
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So back to the blog title... spinning yarns. What do you think of when you hear those words? Old women sitting around at a spinning wheel? Or perhaps the tales they share with their fellow spinners and the children playing on the cottage floor? Maybe you don't think of that at all and you think I'm just off in fairytale land which<i> is</i> frequently the case! Anyway, I have a little something to say about all that.<br />
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Maybe I mentioned that upon our return from our whirlwind trip this fall we decided for a number of reasons to cancel the cable TV for a season. That means just plain ole shutting it off altogether since we don't get any kind of TV reception out here in the sticks. We have been checking out movies from the library and have really enjoyed the variety and sometimes oddness of some of our choices. (The Vicar of Dibley is one of my recent favorites. It's a BBC production and pretty funny.)<br />
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Even with the occasional movie our TV time has been drastically reduced and that's been a great thing. It creates time for working on projects and for reading. I love to read so I've been very happy with our decision. Reading fires my imagination and I feel is much healthier than zoning out in front of the tube - which is also when and where I do most of my not so healthy snacking! I just love to escape into a great story. <br />
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It seemed really perfect timing when in the mail last week I received a very kind and special gift from my cousin Stefan who lives in Germany. He is a counselor, therapist and chaplain and utilizes storytelling as part of the therapy. When Dave and I were visiting my family in Germany a few years ago Stefan was describing one of the books he wrote and Dave said that he would like to read it. Unfortunately since Dave doesn't <em>read</em> German it was not possible :) Very recently however his book The Blade of Grass in the Desert was translated into English and now we can read it! <br />
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I've been enjoying it one or two stories at a time. They are very brief (which is a perfect match for my attention span) and each story leaves you with something to think about. "the moral of the story". Because it's a translation it reads a little differently than a book written originally in English which I think lends a delightful charm. Storytelling is a bit of a lost art so I'm really appreciative of this work. So... thanks so much Cuz! I love this. And for those of you who are curious about this book you can find it on amazon.com. :) and you can learn more about my famous cousin at... http://stefanhammel.com/ </div>
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Speaking of lost arts... and yarns for that matter, my friend and neighbor from across the pasture, Jean invited me to go to her spinning group. I have been twice now and I love it! One of the really nice ladies at the group taught me to spin on a spindle and now I'm a spindle spinning fool. She loaned me a spindle to practice on but knowing I would have to return it I asked Dave to make one for me. He rarely denies me anything (that doesn't cost more than 5 bucks) so he went out to the barn and made a few little spindles for me to play with. And here they are :)</div>
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The one with the quarters is the first one he made. The quarters are to add weight. I thought it needed to be heavier. I had trouble keeping it spinning at first. Partly because the yarn that was coming out was pretty thick and well... awful :) Then I realized for finer strands a lighter spindle is better so as I experimented I of course needed different spindles. Dave is so kind! </div>
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Of course next comes the spinning wheel :) Again, my friend Jean hooked me up. I am borrowing a beautiful spinning wheel (that she is also borrowing :) from our other neighbor Carol) to practice on. </div>
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I have to give it back on Monday. So sad! Fortunately on Tuesday I'm going to visit my sweet little mother who lives in Tennessee to help her celebrate her 80th birthday! And what does she have in her closet that I've already talked her into to letting me bring home... yes... a spinning wheel! :)</div>
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So what does all this have to do with food? Nothing! But here's something delicious that I whipped up for my sweetheart for Valentines day...<br />
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And speaking of sweethearts... I just have to show you this latest pic of my little Charlotte. </div>
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How cute is she????!!!!<br />
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And now to close... in honor of spinning yarns and telling tales I'll leave you with one of my favorite fairy tales...<br />
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Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the King, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold." The King said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well; if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her tomorrow to my palace, and I will try what she can do." And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by tomorrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die." Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for her life could not tell what to do; she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more miserable, until at last she began to weep. <br />
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But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, Mistress Miller; why are you crying so?"<br />
"Alas!" answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."<br />
"What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"<br />
"My necklace," said the girl.<br />
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and "whirr, whirr, whirr," three turns, and the reel was full; then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too.<br />
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And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold. By daybreak the King was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life.<br />
The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door again opened, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you?" "The ring on my finger," answered the girl. The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold. The King rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough; and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night; but if you succeed, you shall be my wife." "Even if she be a miller's daughter," thought he, "I could not find a richer wife in the whole world."<br />
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When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"<br />
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.<br />
"Then promise me, if you should become Queen, your first child."<br />
"Who knows whether that will ever happen?" thought the miller's daughter; and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more span the straw into gold. And when the King came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a Queen.<br />
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A year after, she had a beautiful child, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."<br />
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The Queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something that is living is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."<br />
Then the Queen began to weep and cry, so that the manikin pitied her. "I will give you three days' time," said he; "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."<br />
So the Queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another; but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."<br />
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighbourhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. "Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg?" but he always answered, "That is not my name."<br />
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On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping: he hopped upon one leg, and shouted --<br />
"'Today I bake, tomorrow brew,<br />
The next I'll have the young Queen's child.<br />
Ha! glad am I that no one knew<br />
That Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"<br />
You may think how glad the Queen was when she heard the name! And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, Mistress Queen, what is my name?" at first she said, "Is your name Conrad?<br />
"No."<br />
"Is your name Harry?"<br />
"No."<br />
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"<br />
"The devil has told you that! the devil has told you that!" cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in; and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.<br />
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-17224278458077527032013-01-30T11:21:00.000-08:002013-01-30T11:21:44.817-08:00Winter Fare...When it's positively freezing outside... and believe me it has been here, how awesome is it to open the oven door and bring out (anything!) a beautiful pizza? Oh yeah! Well... About two weeks ago I was at my all time lowest weight... alright lowest ever since I was say... 40. Lowest in a long time! Then... I don't know, freak out binge fest! So now I'm working to rid myself of those 6 insta pounds. So why in the world would fresh mozzarella cheese be driiiiping down my chin? Because my daughter Amberlyn came over this past weekend and made me this insane pizza where the crust is made primarily from... you are NEVER going to believe this.........CAULIFLOWER! I'm not even kidding! I was amazed and shocked and seriously doubtful! But it was really good! She is on a CSD (carb specific diet) so her crust had a little almond flour in it. I don't have gluten intolerance issues (other than too much "gluten" results in the Pillsbury dough girl look) so I decided to change the recipe up a bit. It was just as good... actually even better with a couple of tablespoons of Parmesan cheese thrown in to help... ok let me show you the finished product then I'll tell you how I made it. <div>
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So... I had two pieces and Dave had the rest. Well... except for one small slice that I was supposed to eat but I didn't want to have to count any more Weight Watchers points so I threw it in the fridge That was heroic let me tell you. I could have easily woofed it down but... that's why I'm refocused on my diet... too much woofing! I figured Dave would eat the leftover piece later. This morning when I got up and hungry I opened the fridge to graze and saw that lone little piece... Hmmm... wait.... flash of brilliance.... yes! Pizza Omelette I know I'm crazy but bear with me...</div>
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I took the left over slice of pizza and chopped it up... added two eggs and a little bit of water. Then I thought I'd plump up the volume a little and threw in about a cup of chopped fresh spinach. I just mixed it all together with a fork and poured it in a pan adding a little salt and pepper. Cooked for a few minutes then added one additional ounce of fresh mozzarella cheese... moved skillet to my toaster oven and broiled the top until set. Fold, serve... chow! All that gooiness was 4 PP (weight watcher plus points)</div>
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By the way... these creations are dude tested. Dave liked them too. If your spouse/family is finicky or suspicious don't tell them about the cauliflower. They will never know! I have to admit... I would way rather eat a fat doughy deep crust pizza... no toppings necessary but the days of blind indulgence are over. They must be balanced with reasonable eating. Sad but true! :) So recipes like this are a godsend. Very tasty and satisfying. </div>
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Ok... I really need to get off the couch and go to the gym! In just a couple of weeks I'm going to TN to celebrate my sweet mama's 80th birthday. I need to slim down a bit before I get there so I can plump up and then come home and slim down for another couple of weeks before I'm required to appear on a Hawaiian beach in a swim suit. :) What a roller coaster!</div>
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-20131671222074382112012-11-16T13:01:00.000-08:002012-11-16T22:18:59.213-08:00Fall is the Perfect Time for Soup!Whenever anyone says "fall" I immediately think of beautiful colorful leaves. Such as this tree in my sister Kim's yard In Dover, TN... isn't it stunning? So glad I got to be there this year to see it!<br />
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Then comes the thought of soup! Yesterday I decided to go out and see if there was anythng left in my poor garden to make some soup with. I found a few last veg standing, beets, celery and chives. Just last week Dave was plowing his garden under and unearthed these beauties...<br />
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I made this last week. I've described before how I save all my trimmed veg ends, onions, celery, bell pepper bits along with the bones of eaten chickens in a plastic bag in the freezer. :) I know... sounds freaky and obsessive! But the outcome is so delicious! I didn't start making my own stock until we moved out here to the sticks. When I was working from my home office it was easy to pop down and make sure the big vat of stuff most people throw away was not boiling over. And now that I'm not working at all... well :) It really is sort of a two day process. First day... boil the bones and veg bits, cool and pick through, scavenging the good chicken bits to be used in a casserole or soup. </div>
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(Side tangent here... I never feel closer to my dear sweet mother in law - who has "moved to heaven" than when I'm making chicken stock. She was the ultimate in thriftiness and using what was on hand and available. I remember once at a family dinner at Lorie's (Dave's sis) house, probably Christmas Eve dinner, when Lorie was tossing out some left over peas, that she (Grandma Olsen) was appauled that she would waste them and actually dug them out of the garbage can - only to be thrown out again later by her horrified daughter. Can you say run on sentence? Haha! Anyway... when I'm digging through those bones I can just feel her over my shoulder pointing out that one good bit that I missed. She had more influence over me than she or I ever imagined. :) Good stuff!) </div>
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So knowing I had a good supply of stock on hand and some tasty chicken in the fridge I commenced the soup. Usually I just start and whatever comes out is typically pretty good. Now that I'm doing the weight watchers thing I sort of need to know what the points value is so I know how much I can eat. I decided to actually build a recipe. Weight Watchers e tools has a cool gadget for that. That recipe is below but first just one more detail to share. On my way in from the sad garden I was kind of dissatisfied because I didn't really find that much. I was hoping to unearth a few more of the beautiful golden beets I enjoyed all summer but no... just a few red beets. Bummer! And then my eyes fell upon one small pumpkin sitting at the bottom of my front stairs. Hmm... maybe... Upon closer examination I could tell that it had been frozen and was beginning to go bad so I was about to toss it over to the chickens when the image of that same dear little old white haired lady (Grandma Olsen) popped into my mind and whispered that I probably could use it anyway! :) So I lugged it to the sink and cut it open. Sure enough... it was partially frozen but I figured... so what. I cleaned, peeled and cubed it up and threw it in. There was even some left over to stash in the freezer. It about doubled the volume of the soup. Score! And here is what the soup looked like...</div>
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In a medium sized dutch oven lightly toast the barley in one spray of olive oil. Brings out the nutty flavor of the grain.<br />
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Chop onion, seeded bell pepper and celery. In a large skillet saute/lightly carmelize the veggies. Intensifies and deepens their flavor. Season with 1/4 t salt and few grinds of pepper. <br />
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Clean and cube pumpkin to half inch dice, add to pot.<br />
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Oh yeah... I almost forgot about this one... this is left over BBQ pork as a salad topper. Add a little extra BBQ sauce and scatter it on top of your favorite salad fixins. This time of year I go crazy over the little satsuma oranges... I threw some of those little segments too along with some avocado and pine nuts... this was maybe a little out of control for a salad on the weight watchers plan but... he who has never overindulged go ahead and cast the first stone. :) Yeah baby... this was good! </div>
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-40093004595629619872012-11-13T10:12:00.002-08:002012-11-13T10:37:15.825-08:00Let it Snow!This morning I opened my eyes and looked out the window to see a beautiful new coat of snow. That's awesome because of the new (to me) ski equipment Dave and I bought at the ski swap a couple of weeks ago :) Yay! But... This is our second snow... And it's only November 12th. We may be in for a long winter! I guess it's time to get out my snow UGGs and big purple ski suit. <br />
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Today I go for my weekly weigh in. I had hoped to reach my (initial) goal wight this week. Early in the week I was doing great and then... well we watched a movie three... no... four nights this week and somehow the air popper spit out enormous quantities of popcorn and since children are starving in Africa or China or where ever my mother used to tell me it was... I had to eat it all! Arrrrrggghhhh! Every day is a new challenge!</div>
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How is it possible that my last post was spring and this post is fall? And not only fall... it snowed last night! Enough to cover the grass, trees and barn roof!!! but it's rain/snow now and melting off. This spring, summer and fall have been full of life. Some painful stuff but mostly wonderful (sounds like Dorthy describing her trip to Oz) and full of change! Boy, how to fast forward 6 months? Well... food wise... I believe it was just about June 1st when I took a good look at myself and decided that once again I needed an intervention - or at least a new plan! I believe this was brought on by having to <em>once again</em> go to my upstairs closet and dig out my <em><strong>fat pants</strong></em>! Ugh! My Aunt and Unc had arrived to spend the summer with us by this time and somehow it occurred to me that maybe I should try Weight Watchers. Aunt Jane is a lifetime member and has been very sucessful keeping trim for a long time. Maybe I had gone to the trailer for a visit and caught her writing down points in her food log. I don't recall what brought on the decision to join but join I did and it's been an interesting journey from that time to this. Currently I am down 20ish pounds from June 1st. I really want to loose another 5 or so but I'm proud of how far I've come. Just so you know... they are the same 20 pounds I've written about over the last two years. Anyway... when you fall off the wagon you just get up, chase after it for awhile and get back on right? Oh, I may have rolled around in the road for awhile but I'm back on! As of today I weigh 148.7 and my glucose level this morning was 79. Yes... during my period of fatness my blood sugar <em>once again</em> climbed higher than is healthy. And <em>once again</em>... now that I'm eating a much healthier diet it has come way back down and is now in the normal range. Yay! That is the ultimate goal. I'm sure I'll have more to say about the Weight Watcher program later but for now... lets move on.<br />
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At the time of the last post I was about 9 months into to my new retirement and Dave was just getting settled in to his. He found as I did that as wonderful as retirement is it definitely is a major adjustment and that even welcome changes can be confusing and scary. At this point we both just don't want anyone to wake us up and spoil the amazing dream! </div>
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Dave spent the summer working around the yard, fields, barn. Messing with fences and animals and working a bit on our property across the hills at the Pend O'Reille river. Here he is doing a little clearing so we could bring the old motorhome over to camp in...</div>
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He also spent time thinking about and semi planning the fall road trip we have recently returned from. More about that later. He began every day the same... cup of coffee on the porch in his trashy and ancient Lazy Boy recliner with his legs in the sun and his kindle in his hand. I loved seeing him be able to relax and smell the java :) I spent the summer working in the garden and kitchen attempting to come up with food that was yummy, satisfying and did not exceed my weekly/daily allowance of Weight Watcher points. I was mostly successful. Once late summer came along it was good-bye home and hello road. My first road trip was accompaning my daughter to southern CA in order to become daughter Katie's live in nanny. </div>
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This is a pic of us as we were getting in the car to take off. Look at my beautiful sunflowers in the background. :) And Lucy & Tank :) And the shirt that I'm always getting razzed about wearing in every picture. Hey! It's comfy! :)<br />
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The drive down was fun for the first 8 or 12 hours and them miserable once I figured out that she wasn't stopping until we arrived! But once we did arrive I loved spending time with my beautiful grand daughters! I also enjoyed the desert heat and playing with the babies in their little swimmy pool.</div>
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Michele at Coronado Beach :)<br />
Actually... I absolutely love this pic. It's my favorite<br />
current pic of Michele. A great memory :)<br />
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But all good trips must come to an end right? <br />
So I can go on another one! But... that's another story... especially since I can't get my text format to behave :) <br />
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Ciao! Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-81531658284095492202012-05-12T12:20:00.000-07:002012-05-12T12:20:18.542-07:00Thank God for Bell Ringers!This is more a food for the soul than food for the body, post. This is your opportunity to Click & Close :)<br />
I realize it's not Christmas time and so normally the image of those irritating bell ringers that stand in front of every store I need to enter to complete my Christmas shopping would not come to mind but...<br />
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As many of you know my son, Daniel is a heroin addict. I've gotten past the embarrassment and shame of this and am now just focusing on being a prayerful supporter of his recovery (and that of a few other loved ones). I am just back from the Seattle area where I spent most of the week helping to facilitate him being admitted to another round of treatment. If you are a sports fan in Seattle I bet you've seen a little facility across the street from the beautiful stadiums and probably not even thought twice about what was going on there. It's the Seattle home of those darn bell ringers from the Salvation Army. All day Wednesday we waited for a call back from one of the counselors hoping Dan would be accepted into their long term program. On Thursday (the day I was supposed to be going home) I decided it would be less easy to be ignored if we just showed up down there. I had no idea what to expect but I nervously navigated my way down to the area of the stadiums... I bet many of you could find your way there with your eyes closed right? Anyway, we parked and walked up to the door. It was locked so we just stood there for a minute not realizing that we just needed to "ring the bell". Just then a man with big smile and a tag hanging around his neck walked up and said, "looks like y'all need to get inside, come on I'll take you up. By the way... my name is Daniel and I've been clean 4 years. I work in the warehouse." My Daniel let out an audible sigh and I could sense just a bit of fear drain out of him. That was the way I felt too. Amazing how comforting a smile and a few friendly words can be. We entered the facility and took the elevator upstairs and were greeted by more smiles and encouraging words from a number of other people who told us they were either in the program or that they had been. The intake coordinator Anthony, who we had pestered for the last day and a half with voice mails came out and apologized for not getting back to us as soon as he would have liked. He said they were super busy but that it was great that we just came on down. It showed that he (Dan) really wanted to be in the program. Now mind you... it wasn't so much that Dan wanted to be in the program... it was just that he was out of options (and realized that the way he had been living was not really working)! We were not there for more than 20 minutes before we were out on the street again with the instructions to come back tomorrow at 10 am to begin the program. We were so relieved... and it was a beautiful day so we spent the rest of the day in Seattle poking around the Pike Place Market and having lunch down on the water front. Michele works near by so we went and picked her up for lunch.<br />
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Of course all fun days must come to an end... and the next day... well let's just say we made it to the Salvation Army Adult Treatment Program by 10:00 am. <br />
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The intake process is pretty lengthy so I stayed for about an hour. By that time some other guys had begun to sort of take Dan under their wing and talk to him about what he might expect in the program. I realized that I wasn't needed. I felt a bit like I was watching him get on the bus for the first time when he went off to kindergarten and knew that once again... it was out of my hands. But I feel like he was in good hands... God's and some caring people who want to reach down and pull someone else up out of the quicksand. As I sat and listened to a few conversations around me I realized that probably all of the men, young and old were in much the same place... out of options. This is probably not where you are going if you have a bunch of money or a fancy insurance policy. It's also not a quick fix. Most of the men who complete the program will have been there for six months or more. They get you clean, get you working and get you focused on God and give you tools and resources to go out and be productive. It occurred to me that if you are completely overwhelmed and enslaved to an addiction... out of options is a great place to be. It's the first step. <br />
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:) Actually I know he could really use your prayers. I doubt he's having a good time right now. But he's taken that first step... again. I'm sure like Dan many of the men are not in there for the first time. Perhaps it's the 2nd, 3rd or 4th time. But each life is of great value and I am thankful for another chance for my son. It's not only for men. Nicole (Dan's fiance) was admitted to the womens facility just a few days before Dan. I know she would appreciate your prayers too. In the end I just want to say... I'll never think of those darn bell ringers as pests again. I'll make sure I have something to drop in the bucket and an encouraging word for them. Maybe some day I'll even ring a bell myself. They are in the business of changing lives. <br />
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Thanks!!!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-21390460748129795282012-04-07T11:35:00.001-07:002012-04-07T11:35:52.594-07:00Dedicated to AprilWould you believe it snowed again this morning? It's April 7th! This is beyond reducilous! But now it is sunny, the birds are chirping and I am sitting watching the snow melt off of my car windshield slowly as the sun rises in the sky. Hmm... That's the kind of stuff you get to do when you're retired. Wonder how many people would be motivated to save all their pennies so they could sit around and watch that? Dave and I must really be weird! Oh wait! This is Saturday... ok never-mind... but you get the drift right? Speaking of drifting... this is not about the snow or the month... it's about April the brand new baby calf! Awwwww...<br />
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How cute is she?!!!</div>
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That cauliflower dish was so tasty that I decided to bake it in the oven and caramelize it down a bit more and let it appear again at dinner time alongside a very tasty sweet potato and a crispy... PORK chop! :) Hey... I said no beef not no meat. I have very little fondness for pigs... unless of course they are babies but we don't currently have any baby pigs in our barn yard. That's actually half a pork chop. I split one with Dave and the other one is scheduled to become some very tasty Mexican soup tomorrow.</div>
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The last non beefy thing I want to show you is a little chicken dish that will be on my plate tonight. Now... when I say chicken really I mean... rooster :) Dave butchered it himself. It took me awhile to come to grips with that but... see, last summer our batch of chicks included four little roosters. It was all well and good to have them scratching around the chicken yard until they grew up. I mean... those hens were screeeeaming for mercy so whatcha gonna do??? So after experimenting a few times my very favorite recipe for home grown rooster is this...</div>
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It's sort of a Thai inspired dish. I imagine it's probably what happens after the cock fights :) Anyway this little guy is covered with coconut milk, onion, garlic, orange bell pepper, some frozen corn from the garden, red curry paste, cumin, saffron and gobs of peanut butter with a little basil on top. He will stew all day and be oh so succulent by tonight! Of course I'll have to make a little basmati rice to serve him over and perhaps a tasty salad to go with him. And this is what he looks like this in the pot... don't worry, you can hardly even see him under all the pretty colors.</div>
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<br /></div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-5740512730845442392012-04-04T13:16:00.001-07:002012-04-04T13:34:48.972-07:00Once Upon A Time...In a tiny little town called Chewbaccaville there lived a girl named Katarina. Now Katerina lived in a beautiful valley surrounded by high hills covered with timber and beautiful pastures where grazed deer, elk and cows that Katerina's sweetheart Davis cared for. Davis worked very hard to make Katerina's home lovely and spoiled her considerably. <br />
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Katerina was very happy puttering around her pretty little gardens and whipping up concoctions in her tiny little kitchen but sometimes she got bored and so she would call a friend to come and entertain her. She had two best friends. One was named Skinny Minnie and the other Fat Fannie. She would call Skinny Minnie when she was feeling cheerful and bright. Skinny Minnie always wanted to go to the gym or take a long walk or perhaps enjoy a healthy spinach salad. She always said vey encouraging things like, "just think how good you will feel when you're done working out" or "sweat is fat screaming!" Katerina liked to be seen with Skinny Minnie because she thought everyone would like her better but truth be told... she really preferred hanging out with Fat Fannie! Fat Fannie enjoyed baking gooey walnut brownies and lounging on the couch reading fairy tales. She also enjoyed driving the buggy down to The Big Fish and indulging in a super duper bacon burger with crispy golden fries! Katarina never needed to have her arm twisted because she had the self control of a day old calf.<br />
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Skinny Minnie must have had ESP or something because it was amazing how often she would call Katerina just as she was going out the door on the way to The Big Fish. Katerina almost <i>never </i>answered the phone! <br />
She knew Skinny Minnie was just looking out for her but she did so enjoy sneaking off with Fat Fannie to the Cupcake Castle. Yum yum!<br />
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This went on for ages! Katarina was never able to choose a true best friend. She was so conflicted. She knew that hanging out with Skinny Minnie would lead to a long healthy life and that surely one day Fat Fannie would sit on her and suffocate her to death. And so, one day she worked up the courage to tell Fat Fannie that Skinny Minnie would now become her best friend. Of course Fat Fannie screamed and threw herself on the floor flailing and thrashing about. It was the most exercise she had had in years! <br />
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The very next morning I went to the gym. No wait... <i>she </i>went to the gym! (Insert big sigh here) Ok... I give up. I don't think any of you are fooled right? I am Katarina and yes, I love my friend Fat Fannie BUT... I really feel so much better when I hang out with Skinny Minnie so a new chapter has begun. Again. So Yep! I went to the gym this morning and sweated my tail off. (Fat screaming!) It was painful but good. I will begin spending time reading and focusing on healthy recipes and I swear to never again forage through my brothers pantry and eat all the girl scout cookies and a whole bag of chips. :) <br />
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The End!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-334226409642165752012-01-27T08:11:00.000-08:002012-01-27T08:11:32.978-08:00I'm So Sore! That's a Good Thing!My daughter Molly complained on my facebook wall yesterday that I had posted no pictures or updates except that I was at the gym pretty much every day and how was she supposed to keep up with her mother? After all... isn't retirement about having <i>more </i>time? Theoretically that is true. So what have I been up to? Hmm... I'm old... I forgot. :) Actually she's right. I have been to the gym... not every day but most days. That has been a really positive (and somewhat painful) change for both Dave and I. He is usually with me. As he said yesterday... we may have to start taking two cars. I like to stay longer than he does. Perhaps it's not so much like to as need to :) He started out in better shape than I am. We discovered yesterday that we both have lost a lot of inches. I gave him the customary hug as he started out the door and we were amazed to find that our arms seemed to be much longer. Either that or our midsections are shrinking. Sweet! I keep getting on the scales and am not impressed with any great weight loss but I'm definitely becoming a more firm elephant. As a matter of fact, I tried on the dress I wore to Bobby's wedding on December 3rd and it was almost baggy! I want a wedding picture redo!!! Speaking of the non-impressive weight loss... the fatometer cried out 160.3 this morning and glucose was 114. Seems like that should have been lower too. Must have been those 9 or 10 purple tortilla chips I lined my tuna salad with yesterday...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since it is now the end of the month and as usual I have spent every last dime of my budget I am now in the get really creative phase of cooking. What this means is I have to figure out what to do with what I have on hand since there will be no more buying anything until Feb 1. Here was yesterday's idea. Avocado tuna salad. This was scrumptious. You have to like tuna salad but if so... yum! Instead of mayo I used plain non-fat Greek yogurt. I don't think I even have mayo in the fridge. If I do I shouldn't as that would mean it's been there for months. :) I used up the remaining very tasty relish that my good friend and neighbor Carol brought me. I added a couple of hard boiled eggs, some curry powder, chopped sundried tomatoes and a handful of ground almonds. I had half an avocado that needed to be used so I threw that in too. It's things like that avocado that are possibly slowing down the weight loss but... no bread! Oh wait... tortilla chips! Dang! The day prior (again... what on earth am I going to make without going to the store) I made some really tasty soup! I'll call it... Black Bean, Veg, Turkey Sausage Tortilla Soup...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next time I'll try to remember to actually wipe down the cutting board before I take a pic... but Dave was really hungry and getting cranky having to wait. I had a couple of whole grain tortillas left over so that inspired me to throw this little concoction together. Again... the white blob is non-fat yogurt rather than sour cream. I also added a can of black eyed peas, some frozen tomatoes and a few kernels of frozen corn from the garden. And since it's just not food with out some sort of meat I chopped up some turkey sausages and added them. A little taco seasoning, diced avocado and fresh cilantro and yeah baby!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's see, what else... I cleaned out most of the remaining veggies in the fridge (bean sprouts, cauliflower, red onion, orange bell peppers) and used up some left over home made curry peanut sauce and a couple of ounces of sliced steak with this Thai style tofu dish...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was so little meat in this dish it was <i>almost </i>vegetarian :) I wonder if I could actually live as a vegetarian? Well... that's a pointless question. We have too many cows in the pasture to eat :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of cows... Yesterday just as Dave stepped out of the shower after coming home from the gym he gazed out into the pasture and noticed that Red Bull was hanging out with the ladies at the top of the pasture rather than being in his own pen and that his cell mate Chuck was actually in Jeremy's (non-resident neighbor) pasture. He had a wonderful afternoon of playing musical cows trying to get Red Bull and Chuck back in their pen and fix the fence in three places and the chicken yard which Chuck trampled through to escape. My job was to walk the fence-line to discover the points of escape. That wouldn't have been so bad except that I did work out really hard at the gym and there is still about six inches of crusty snow to tromp through. That's why I'm so sore this morning I think. He was almost successful with returning the correct cows to the correct places. Red Bull is back in isolation but instead of Chuck he's hanging out with Sara. She's already pregnant though and Chuck <i>and </i>Sara just wouldn't cooperate. Seeing as how we ran out of daylight that's how the sleeping arrangements were decided for the evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are just a few pics from our snow, melt, snow, melt, freezeathon this week. We were just out for a stroll to the mailbox... look at that handsome skinny man :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And here I am... not so skinny but improving...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... I've been blessed with the good fortune of sitting around in my jammies, entertaining myself with thoughts of food and watching the sun come up. Guess it's time to get busy! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before I go... if you occasionally pop in to read my convoluted obsession with food would you consider (if you have not already done so) clicking on the button to become a follower of this blog? It's helpful to know that you are out there hopefully having a chuckle at my expense :) Thanks!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-5609414501273615912012-01-06T22:35:00.000-08:002012-01-06T22:35:53.681-08:00It Was A Very Fat Year!Well! I'm glad 2011 is over! It was a very fat year. Between December 1st and today I believe I lost and gained 7 pounds three times! Bad plan, I know! But... I'm off to a great start. I have 10 lbs to go to lose down to where we left off last spring but I can do it! Actually 2011 was a year filled with many wonderful blessings... but I totally lost my focus :( So... now I'm back! With a little discipline I will once again attempt to shrink down to my goal weight of 140. I can almost see the finish line... if I look through binoculars! <br />
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Toward the end of December Dave decided it was time to join the little gym in town and we've been getting his moneys worth for sure! I can definitely tell I'm making progress. I will certainly be glad when I look in the mirror and I see something other than a fat little frog looking back at me though! This morning the fatometer read 160. even and my glucose was 85. That's a great reading. The glucose that is not the weight. Ugh! No doubt the exercise is really helping those blood sugar numbers. It's been all over the board the last few months as I feasted my way through the holiday season! <br />
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Exercise is big but so is food so I'm back to a fridge loaded with veggies. Here's what it looks like on the plate...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ce1bQ1HlLqWqoZfAlQbRe0v7BZ0KrVuxWaadkgWHaXAYfue828DVxHk5wFz4W4t5nQTOXL3_PnylNyruLKa7fYZvQ6D0N1LBCGTNjRgSPcFKinQzCZyJ1LAejZmm994sn3M6_zDEMiGp/s1600/1201+Steak+tenderloin+salad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ce1bQ1HlLqWqoZfAlQbRe0v7BZ0KrVuxWaadkgWHaXAYfue828DVxHk5wFz4W4t5nQTOXL3_PnylNyruLKa7fYZvQ6D0N1LBCGTNjRgSPcFKinQzCZyJ1LAejZmm994sn3M6_zDEMiGp/s400/1201+Steak+tenderloin+salad.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That my friends is "good eats". Speaking of good eats... well, let me back up. Our daughter Amberlyn went with me to the gym...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiteIoWby5T5zAHY8lVpLnO_60J7yB5_CqhtaitYjsPmCwIjSGRHlbvHrzG7kROoWAb5RoiKI9HcuoEyIjgCuCpb2FAH-Yp2mkTRgFOKi3EmqJqQNjY9CTx9d0kajDpNo4o6jaSBuhm35nz/s1600/1112+gym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiteIoWby5T5zAHY8lVpLnO_60J7yB5_CqhtaitYjsPmCwIjSGRHlbvHrzG7kROoWAb5RoiKI9HcuoEyIjgCuCpb2FAH-Yp2mkTRgFOKi3EmqJqQNjY9CTx9d0kajDpNo4o6jaSBuhm35nz/s400/1112+gym.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They are made with pomegranate juice, dried fruit, silken tofu (sounds gross I know but is very good, makes them quite moist) wheat flour, wheat germ, oat bran and walnuts. Here they are all wrapped up and ready to go. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, there you go! First blog post of the new year. Are you exhausted? I am! But it's now 10:30 pm and I've kept myself busy (at your expense) writing rather than snacking so now I think it's safe to sign off and go to bed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ciao my friends :) Here's to a wonderful 2012. Very hopefully not the year the world ends...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-52719859334559413402011-09-10T10:16:00.000-07:002011-09-10T10:16:19.472-07:00Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures<div class="MsoNormal">Many of you have followed my silly little blog over the past year.<span> </span>I appreciate your kind comments and your patience.<span> </span>Some of you have told me that I should take up writing since I’m all retired now and have nothing else to do.<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span><span> </span>Ha ha.<span> </span>Today I’m writing.<span> </span>Please bear with me, it may be a little long.<span> </span>This is a different kind of story.<span> </span>It’s from my heart and a plea for the prayerful support of all of you dear friends and family who love me.<span> </span>I’m so blessed to have you!<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Every story has a beginning so I’ll start there.<span> </span>After my first beautiful daughter “Little Molly” was born I learned that I had some malignant spots on my cervix which had been confirmed by a biopsy.<span> </span>I made plans to have surgery to take care of this.<span> </span>Very shortly before the surgery should have taken place I learned that I was pregnant.<span> </span>The doc suggested that perhaps we should continue with the surgery… but that option would mean terminating the pregnancy.<span> </span>The other option would be to continue with the pregnancy and monitor the cells through out.<span> </span>Hopefully they would be slow growing and then we could do the surgery after the baby was born.<span> </span>My first husband, Jim and I did not want to terminate the pregnancy so we chose the second option.<span> </span>We are Christians and so we sought prayer from those at our church and other friends and family and trusted that God would take care of us.<span> </span>And he did.<span> </span>At the appointed time our son Daniel was born and as any other new mother and father, we were joyful and thankful for the little bundle of awesomeness.<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span><span> </span>The doctor told me to come back in about two months and we would go ahead and take a last look and then schedule the surgery.<span> </span>So… when Daniel was two months old I went back to the doc.<span> </span>He had scheduled another colposcopy to review the growth of the cells.<span> </span>As he began the exam Daniel began to fuss and cry in his car seat.<span> </span>I know… can you say babysitter?<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span><span> </span>But since I was a nursing mom and babies usually sleep most of the time I had brought him along.<span> </span>The nurse took him out of the car seat and brought him to me on the table.<span> </span>He quieted down right away and just snuggled up with me.<span> </span>So the doc got busy.<span> </span>He looked and looked.<span> </span>And did not talk, which I thought was pretty unusual as he usually chatted about other things not related to my insides during exams.<span> </span>Anyway… eventually he finished the procedure and came around and stood by the side of the table.<span> </span>He had an awfully funny look on his face so I thought it might be bad news.<span> </span>Finally I asked, “Well?”<span> </span>And finally he said, “Well… it’s gone.”<span> </span>YES!<span> </span>That was pretty great news to hear.<span> </span>I asked if that happens often and he said he had never seen it before in his experience.<span> </span>I asked if we could go ahead and classify it as a minor miracle and he smiled, also being a Christian, and told me he thought perhaps we could.<span> </span><span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have always considered Daniel a little miracle because of that.<span> </span>Each child is.<span> </span>Each child has their own special story.<span> </span>Each child is a miracle of God and I am so thankful for each child that the Lord has given me.<span> </span>(And for the other awesome children in my life, I can not tell you how grateful I am that I have not experienced the magnitude of pain that I am about to describe, with you!<span> </span>Bless you all!)<span> </span>God has a plan for each of our lives.<span> </span>I feel like God started me off early with faith for this child because of the circumstance with the cancer.<span> </span>I could have chosen to have the surgery.<span> </span>But God had a plan for his life.<span> </span>I have watched him grow up and at times been so proud.<span> </span>He is so very smart and has such a kind heart.<span> </span>Then the teen years arrived!<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>L</span></span><span> </span>He began getting in trouble with drugs and problems at school when he was I believe about 16.<span> </span>Possibly earlier but parents are usually the last to know!<span> </span>We lived through the drug court years.<span> </span>Weekly then bi-weekly visits before the judge and about a year and a half of rehab and counseling.<span> </span>Finally he graduated from the program.<span> </span>They have him a little plaque that says, “You are a miracle”.<span> </span>I still have it and can actually look over and see it from my desk.<span> </span>Again… I was so proud!<span> </span>Over the next years I have continued to watch, pray and have faith that God will bring to pass the plans he has for this young man.<span> </span>I have shared with him the special story that began his life and told him that I know God has a special purpose for him.<span> </span>His heart is soft and I have seen him cry many times.<span> </span>Even knowing he is called of God (in his mother’s opinion anyway) he has run hard and far!<span> </span>I have recently learned that for the last several years he has been using drugs of the worst kind.<span> </span>He has lied to everyone who loves him.<span> </span>He is now helplessly addicted, spending more money on drugs than he is making at his job.<span> </span>He is doing everything that people do when their next high is the focus of their lives.<span> </span>His girlfriend Nicole is in the same condition.<span> </span>We (her mother and I) have known for some time of her situation (although she regularly informs us that she is clean) but he maintained his innocence.<span> </span>We thought he was helping her hide her addiction in order to stay together and keep their beautiful daughter Aubrey who just turned three years old.<span> </span>They are now homeless.<span> </span>They have recently been arrested, lost their vehicle and the custody of Aubrey.<span> </span>CPS is now involved and Aubrey is with Nana Charlene.<span> </span>I have not heard from him recently.<span> </span>If he sees this little story on facebook or is told of it by friends he may be extremely angry.<span> </span>I find myself past caring about his reaction.<span> </span>I think though in his heart he would be grateful for your prayers.<span> </span>One of the things he said to his sister recently was that he was not a bad person.<span> </span>This is true.<span> </span>He is not.<span> </span>He has a very soft heart.<span> </span>He is a very sick person.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have spent the last two days walking around in a daze and am emotionally exhausted.<span> </span>I slept for 10 hours last night.<span> </span>I got up this morning feeling pretty good and thought I could get through the day tear free… NOT!<span> </span>So… I’ve been trying to take care of “stuff” as usual but with very puffy eyes and a very heavy heart.<span> </span>I have cried out to God as most mothers who have children in crisis do.<span> </span>Despite the circumstances I have faith that God has him in the palm of his hand.<span> </span>That he will keep him and deliver and restore him.<span> </span>He has reminded me again of the special word he gave me for this young man some time ago.<span> </span>That he will be a “light to his generation”.<span> </span>You see… he is not the only one.<span> </span>There are millions of young people in our country, in the world, young people in our neighborhoods and in our families who are also in crisis.<span> </span>Those of you who are praying people please join me and pray for Daniel and Nicole and little Aubrey.<span> </span>Please pray for me too.<span> </span>Yes I have faith!<span> </span>I am also a mother and my emotions are very “volatile” right now.<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span><span> </span>Pray for our family.<span> </span>Remember my dear mama. <span> </span>She has not been feeling well and the doctors have not yet figured out why.<span> </span>We are going to need our favorite little prayer warrior!<span> </span>Pray for Nicole’s family.<span> </span>They are also a good family full of kind people who also just want their daughter to be whole again. <span> </span>Those of you who are not believers… just watch!<span> </span>We are about to see a modern day miracle in the life of this young man.<span> </span>Jesus is alive and well and is about to show himself in a mighty way.<span> </span>How long must we watch?<span> </span>I don’t know.<span> </span>I am extremely tired!<span> </span>I’m ready!<span> </span>But I also know that God’s timing is perfect.<span> </span>This is a statement of faith.<span> </span>This is something I can’t fix.<span> </span>But God can.<span> </span>It’s his specialty.<span> </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span>J</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why would I write this and publish it for all the world to see?<span> </span>I hesitate to do it. <span> </span>I’m a pretty private person and would rather hide things that are painful and shameful.<span> </span>Addiction is not a new thing in our family.<span> </span>I experienced it as a teenager as my father struggled with alcohol.<span> </span>This is no secret.<span> </span>He would be happy to tell you his story of the depths of despair and redemption.<span> </span>Our son Adam also travelled this road.<span> </span>He also came to the point where life was just about as ugly as it gets.<span> </span>Again, heartbreaking to watch.<span> </span>By the grace of God he is recovering and doing well.<span> </span>He is rebuilding his life.<span> </span>I believe he would tell you it has been a very long hard road.<span> </span>We are so happy to once again hear his larger than life laugh.<span> </span>I also struggle with my own set of addictions as most of you know.<span> </span>As I said, I am very much in need of your prayer support.<span> </span>And I feel that there are so many others who also suffer and may not ask for help because they are too ashamed to talk about it.<span> </span>But hiding it does not make it go away.<span> </span>I should know!<span> </span>Perhaps someone else will read this and it will encourage them to be brave and ask for help too.<span> </span>The power of prayer and the loving support of people of faith moves mountains!<span> </span>So thank you! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At this time the story has no ending but I trust that it will turn out very well! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-72919422684387626562011-08-25T23:48:00.000-07:002011-08-26T13:53:55.738-07:00When Gaining Weight Is A GOOD Thing...Retired life... What a ride it's been! Let's see... I am three or four weeks in - I'm not sure which and I have not stopped long enough to even come up with a plan for the future. And I don't even know what I've been doing! Little trips here and there. Visitors. The garden. Well... I did spend the entire day on Monday on the couch being sick. :( Bummer! But I'm on the mend and have a full day planned. Canning and preserving season has really just begun. Today I need to dehydrate some more herbs, decide what to do with the yellow summer squash taking over my life out in the garden and make sure the new lettuce and spinach seeds I scattered last night for a fall crop stay moist. Yesterday after mowing the grass I decided I better get out in the garden and prop up all the heavy tomato plants that have exploded out of the tomato cages that always seem so big at the beginning of the summer. I swear I'll never buy another one. Better to just pound in 6' T posts to stabilize the monsters which is what I did as darkness fell last night. I'm still waiting to taste my first ripe tomato but it's getting very close! I've got lots of cherries (my favorite) and big tomatoes turning yellow. Pear shaped tomatoes. I don't even remember planing them. They may be volunteer from last year. Along the sides of the garden lots of volunteer tomato plants sprouted and I didn't have the heart to pull them all. They are growing up all intertwined in the chicken wire fence. I finally ripped out the pea vines and gave then to the cows. Then I tossed out about 15 giant squash that are too large to do anything with. They shoved those around for a while before finally realizing that they are pretty tasty. Even Red Bull got in on the squash action after satisfying his eternal itch by rubbing his neck so vigorously on the stabilizing wire of the power/phone pole that the entire pole was waving back and forth. That was a little freaky! <br />
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But... on to the topic of fatness. Why is it I always end up here? :) On Monday while laying around on the couch I was forced to admit that I was taking up a good deal more space than a few months ago. I thought about what could possibly have caused the change in girth and what I would be willing to quit eating to reverse the circumference, I mean circumstance! How depressing was that?! Very, let me tell you! I then began lamenting about the fact that I was going to have to find <i>something </i>to wear to my brother in law's wedding this weekend. Hhmf! Well... I started digging around in my closet and was delighted to find a couple of nice outfits that I bought when we went to Europe. I was even fatter than so they still hang just slightly giving me the appearance of having lost weight. Ha ha! Now that's really sick! But...<i>that's </i>when gaining weight is a good thing. Now of course I'll come directly home from the wedding in Oregon<br />
and put those clothes away to never be worn again! I do have to say though that the entire diet has not been a train wreck. Just too much celebrating.<br />
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Here are some pics of what retired life has been looking like...<br />
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Last weekend we spent a couple of days at the beach in Ocean Shores with Jeff and Andrea. We had a great time. We were blessed with a perfect no fog day on Saturday. Even though it was 80 degrees at at the house, just a short walk through the dunes it is always windy on the water so you almost always need a coat. Even in August. I was thrilled to find a whole sand dollar :)<br />
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We took the long way home via Chinook Pass. Beautiful views of Mt Rainier!<br />
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-29930100436761574302011-08-10T11:16:00.000-07:002011-08-10T11:16:50.595-07:00To Rejoice or Not to Rejoice - That is the QuestionLet go with rejoice! Why? Well first of all. I'm so fat! How fat? 160.7 and blood sugar 125. Ugg! Why rejoice about that? Well... I sure enjoyed getting that way! How did I get that way? First there was the trip to southern California to see my daughter Katie along with her husband Ish, toddler Charlotte and brand new baby girl Kamilla. I loved visiting them. Charlotte is so adorable and fun and exhausting :) Kamilla is so very sweet! I miss snuzzling her. I know many of you have seen the pics I have posted to facebook but I'll do a little history in pics later. Anyway... I assure you, there was no dieting in California! Oh yes... most of that was self imposed. It's not like they <i>made </i>me throw a pound bag of peanut M & M's in the grocery cart every time we went to the store. Upon arriving home from CA I found my flowers and gardens in beautiful shape because my Aunt Jane and Uncle Jay where here and took care of them. I spent four glorious days at home. Two days catching up from vacation and then the weekend with Amberlyn, Bobby and his girlfriend Bailey visiting. Then poof! Back to Woodinville for a week to basically say g'bye to Valley Supply Co! Yep! Done! Wow! I'm still reeling! Not only from slowly realizing that I no longer have a job but from all the culinary celebrating. Pretty much everyone I know took me out to lunch/dinner to celebrate. That was awesome! :) So yes... I'm FAT! Waaaahhhhhhhhhhh! <br />
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I intended to announce my retirement on Monday morning (umm... <i>last </i>Monday morning) but found that I SO did not have time to do that as I had my little almost three year old grand daughter Aubrey with me. I brought her home with me on Friday so she's been here almost a week now. I decided that I would not consider myself retired until she goes home as there's not a whole lot of relaxing going on right now :) But I've realized that this is what it's all about! Having the time to spend on the really important things like running through the sprinklers with Aubrey and teaching her to sing Jesus Loves Me. :) How fun! And if I look to my own dear mother as an example of how to do "retired" life well then my retirement will never start. :) I have not observed a great deal of relaxing going on in her life either! Well... sure, there are periods of relaxation but they do not typically exceed 10 minutes. That's about the amount of time it takes for someone's plate to become empty or their coffee to need refilling. :) I don't know how she does it! But I also know that she finds great joy in her service to her husband, family, friends and most importantly to her God. <br />
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So what's next? Honestly I don't know. I do know that today there are more peas and beets to pick. There is this little girl who desperately needs and does not want to take a bath :) Then there is a produce extravaganza at Super 1 in Colville that I want to go check out with Aunty & Unc. When we come home from that I need to think about dusting the house and making sure the guest rooms are ready for our weekend visitors. I also promised to find a better bubble recipe for Aubrey's bubble wand. I'm pretty sure that will take care of today. And tomorrow? Well... I'll just open that present when I get to it.<br />
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Here I am on a stroll with Charlotte. In order to get a little exercise while in CA I took to taking Charlotte out for a "naptime" stroll. The the sidewalk route through her neighborhood is almost exactly a mile. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a short time of walking and looking at the scenery Charlotte would fall fast asleep :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">And then there's baby Kami :) Oh so sweet!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">And my favorite pic of baby Kami with Mommy... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Yes! They match! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmZjxHgM7OQuiE7_-8O3NN65YqtbJl80K5I1wKAW1NzpSoYuWPcfXDKxfCYZEpLTNO_mxOdlCQNv-JFwhlJFCuua9pFxWfutgRwT1WXZ27IzujuBiFlLi-qMsRZ1srW6g_-laFfJjUMBM/s1600/1108+KT+%2526+Baby+Kami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmZjxHgM7OQuiE7_-8O3NN65YqtbJl80K5I1wKAW1NzpSoYuWPcfXDKxfCYZEpLTNO_mxOdlCQNv-JFwhlJFCuua9pFxWfutgRwT1WXZ27IzujuBiFlLi-qMsRZ1srW6g_-laFfJjUMBM/s400/1108+KT+%2526+Baby+Kami.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> And then Aubrey came to visit...</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">We visited Grampa out in the field working on the fence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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She helped Mumsey in the garden. Here she is<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We did our hair and put our lipstick on together</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">She played in the creek with Big Lucy, Little Lucy and Tank</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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She loved picking raspberries... unfortunately there were very few in the bowl when she was done with them...<br />
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Well... the end of the story is that I wrote this last Thursday and intended to add the pics the next day but... poof! It's almost a week later... but that's another blog post!<br />
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Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-10232723396734946232011-07-08T09:46:00.000-07:002011-07-08T09:46:26.533-07:00Anticipation!Oh I'm soooo excited! So many fun things to do this weekend! In Chewelah even! Who'd a thunk it? Let's see... where to begin? Chataqua! This weekend Chewelah comes alive! Our annual fair comes to town. There will be live music all weekend long. Carnival rides, food galore, all of our talented local artists will bring their beautiful products to be admired and purchased. I always spend a few hours wandering through the craft booths. My favorite of course is my friend Donna Talbot who paints so beautifully. I've shown you my painting before but here it is again :) in honor of Chataqua.<br />
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If you look closely on the porch you can see Lucy, Tank and even Bud the cat. :) I always smile when I walk by this painting in my bedroom. Last winter she painted a beautiful valley scene from somewhere here in Chewelah on a giant saw blade. It had a pretty barn and was personalized for the owner with their old pick up truck out in the field. You really have to go see Donna at Chataqua!<br />
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My bff Brenda along with delightful husband Dale (really? Did I just admit that? :) Someone slap me and <b>nobody</b> tell him!) are coming to stay with us this weekend along with an undetermined number of their girls. My Aunt Jane and Uncle Jay are visiting us too with their puppies and so we will just have a big ole party! There will be roasted hot dogs and smores down at the fire pit. The dogs will tromp through the creek and shake off their wet bodies all over everyone. It will be great! Of course we will go into town and hang out at Chataqua. I might even try a deep fried Twinkie :) Or NOT! Or maybe...<br />
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On Sunday we will get up early and head for Silverwood. Yippy! Always a blast. It's become an annual event and so much fun! I mean, where else can you observe so many American Blue Whales in their natural habitat? :) Yes, of course I'm including myself! I'll make the biggest splash of all. I can't believe it's been a whole year since we last floated the lazy river and spun crazily down the family size 8 person raft water slide. :)<br />
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I know... sorry, blurry pics. I took a pic of the pics with my phone off of facebook :) So... horrible picture quality. But I just wanted you to see her. Her mommy needs to email or at least text me some pics. But I will take lots of pics when I go down there next week. <br />
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Other tasty things to anticipate from my garden... I say anticipate because they are not ready yet!<br />
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</div>And finally, here are a couple of the special meals I have been blessed to share with my Aunt Jane and Uncle Jay who are residing in my yard. I say residing because they rented a PO box in Chewelah a couple of days ago. I don't have the greatest yard in the world to plug your RV into... but it's gotta be close :) Not anything I've done mind you! But my awesome husband has worked very hard on our place and God has blessed us with "world class" scenery. Any of you who have not been to visit me... this is your invitation!<br />
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These are meals prepared at Diamond Dave's Micro Ranch and Orchard :)<br />
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This is Kokanee (land locked - lake salmon) that my neighbor Denny gave us. Unc filleted them which was no small feat. Well actually, yes it was. It was a tiny feat :) Tiny fish. But they were fabulous seared in the grill pan and topped with his awesome fresh salsa. This recipe came from a Weight Watchers cookbook. Some of my very favorite recipes are from my WW cookbooks. I've got different ones than he does so I'm going enjoy perusing through his. If you have not picked up one of the more recent Weight Watchers cookbooks I recommend doing it. The food is amazing! You just have to limit yourself to ONE portion instead of the three you are going to want to eat. Also in this pic is a salad I threw together from greens from my garden and a few of the other usual suspects. Figs and goat cheese <i>make </i>this salad. I also made a little crustini with oil and balsamic vinegar. If you stalk my facebook page you will already have seen this but I thought it was very pretty and blog worthy. A very healthy meal.<br />
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This you have not seen. It was yesterdays breakfast at Cafe Taylor... aka Aunt & Unc's RV. Mmmmm! Huevos rancheros... <i>almost </i>too pretty to eat. But I did it anyway :) He's quite a chef! (Insert sly grin here)<br />
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Well... guess I better get busy! It's a big day, big weekend, big trip next week. My future's so bright I gotta wear shades!<br />
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Ciao!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-58113743750050874452011-07-02T01:03:00.000-07:002011-07-02T01:11:53.046-07:00Happy Birthday Kamilla Jeanette!Life has been so busy lately that I've all but abandoned my blog. Between the garden, animals, work, mowing, mowing and mowing it's hard to come up with time to obsess about my diet :) But! Today is a day for celebrating and worthy of a blog post! This afternoon my new granddaughter arrived. Her name is Kamilla Jeanette Muhammad. Kamilla after her great Granny, my mom whose name is Camilla. And my middle name is Camille so I claim the name too :) And Jeanette is her paternal grandmothers name. So that makes three grandmothers very happy! We have not had the opportunity to get to know her very well yet through pictures because Mommy is busy recovering from the c-section birth and Daddy is super busy taking care of big sister Charlotte (15 months old). But I do have one picture of her. She's all brand new. Naked as a jay bird! Certified organic! I'm a very proud grandmother and feel truly blessed by God as she is my third little granddaughter. So tiny and adorable! :)<br />
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</div><div>While I waited for baby Kami to arrive I decided to go visit the Chewelah Farmers Market at lunch time. Due to being away from home with work and traveling this was my first trip to the market this year. I'm always excited to go! I just love market day. This year our market has a new location. It is now in Chewelah's beautiful park on Hwy 395. I think this was a great move! It's much more visible to people driving by and has attracted more farmers and craftspeople. My own garden is a bit sluggish getting started this year. I still have very high hopes though! Meanwhile, I'm happy to enjoy the wonderful local produce.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I love meeting our local farmers. Today Andrew and Celeste Engell of Simple Gifts Farm were kind enough to let me take a picture of their market stall. They have a small 20 acre farm West of Addy, WA - just 10 or so miles north of Chewelah where they raise beautiful produce and one very cute small son. My favorite market pick today was at their stall. I found some wonderful purple potatoes that you can see in the pictures above of my produce purchases. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>The sign was not cooperating with us. It was too busy dancing in the wind but that's ok. I'll post a link to their blog: <a href="http://engells-simplegiftsfarm.blogspot.com/p/about-us.html">http://engells-simplegiftsfarm.blogspot.com/p/about-us.html</a></div><div>and from there you can get to their farm website. Thanks so much Andrew and Celeste! I'll see you again soon. Perhaps even tomorrow at the Colville market! :) They inspired me today to come home and pull a few weeds, water a few plants and be a little less depressed about today's little mini tragedy on my own tiny farm. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Many of you already know what's coming because I posted this on facebook but for those of you who don't... well... this was just sad! We've had chicken trouble this year! I'm actually ashamed of our chickens right now. I had to buy eggs today! :( Anyway.... our chicken coup is in serious need of a tear down and rebuild. Unfortunately Dave has been working on the railroad all the live long day for way too many days in a row! It's just not going to happen this year. Consequently their laying, nesting, sitting is all messed up. We just need a new chicken plan. We have not had many chicks this year. Our second batch consisted of just two chicks who were very adorable and growing very nicely. Every day I would see them out and about with mama hen. I was very dismayed when I looked out this morning and saw Bud the kitty, Lucy and Tank the yellow labs and a very unnaturally still little black chick. Boo hoo! At first I thought it might have been kitty's doing because he is constantly stalking the chicken coup. I'm quite sure it was Tank though because when I questioned him he exhibited some seriously guilty behavior! It took me about an hour to wrap my head around the task of picking up the chick by scooting him with a broom into the car wash tub and then without looking at it, taking it over to the fence and flinging it as far as possible into the tall grass on the other side of the raspberry patch. What a fool! What part of Labrador Retriever did I not understand??? When I returned from my trip to the market guess who was back on the porch taking a nap with Tank? Yep! Chicky! It took me another two hours to work up the courage to face the crisis again. I used the same sweep and scoop technique but the second time I placed it in a Styrofoam take out container and deposited it in the garbage can so TANK couldn't re-retrieve it. Ugg! Well.. life goes on - unless you're name is Chicky! Ok enough sadness! :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>On the diet front. Just call me YoYo :) I <i>was</i> doing pretty well... but then I went to Woodinville for work and had a total train wreck of a food week! Way too much indulging! Let's see. there was the Maltby Cafe where I helped Bobby eat this.. the Maltby Cafe version of French toast. Insert big sigh here! </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then there was a night out with my buddy Brenda where we went to the movie theater where you can eat dinner and watch a movie at the same time. So that was delicious and about a million calories! The following night we (yes Brenda, whenever there's trouble she in the middle of it with me!) met our good friend James at Arnie's for dinner. I didn't take a picture of our table. It was criminal! :) And to top it off, I enjoyed BBQ ribs at our company BBQ. Oh wait! More topping! When I got home I had a raging craving for Mexican food so I made Dave take me to get some of these...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div>After all the twists and turns of that culinary action adventure I weighed in at 156.4 and glucose 84. :) Now that reminds me of one of my favorite country songs which goes something like this... I was born again and then back slipped, I went on a diet then ate the fridge... I finally started to write that book about all the twists that my life's took, and surprised at what I've overcome! That's just me on my diet, Day 1.</div><div><br />
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</div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-24423320880132276582011-06-19T23:42:00.000-07:002011-06-20T06:57:36.491-07:00Let the Salads Begin!First of all... 156.1 Blah! Glucose 84. Yay! Good news on the glucose anyway.<br />
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Ok! The greens are coming in! They are about the only thing thriving in the garden though. We've had such cool weather that most of what I've planted in the garden is just plain ole shivering! But look at this spinner full of mixed greens!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aint they purdy? Oh wait! I'm back in Washington. Let me rephrase that... aren't they pretty? I'm going to have to watch myself or I might say something like... hog killin. That's TN talk for BBQ. :) That's what my cousin Robin calls the BBQ anyway. She's awesome! She's my 5th favorite cousin. :) Wow! I'm just feeling mean! I think it's because it's Sunday night. :( I have a super bad case of the Sunday blues. I think it's partly because the weather was not great all weekend. Every time I tried to hop on the mower it started raining. Finally today I just decided it was not going to stop so I finished mowing in the rain. Then I planted flowers in the rain. Yesterday I transplanted my giant pumpkins in the rain. You get the drift! The only really cool thing about the rain today was sitting out in my green house and listening to and watching the rain fall on the roof. That was awesome! :) That's my kind of rain!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... let's get to the salads. The arrival of lettuce and spinach deserves a new salad recipe don't you think? Here are two that I thunk up over the last couple of days. First up... Grilled Shrimp with Mango. Oh baby! A squeeze of fresh lime over those sizzling shrimp. A little cilantro, avocado, fresh mango and... oh yeah... BACON :) scatter with a little Parmesan over the top. This was really pretty divine :) if I do say so myself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>For this one I just tore up some of my tasty tender greens, sliced an English cucumber, added carrots, campari tomatoes and then sliced red seedless grapes over top. I love them! They look like little gems in the salad. I generously sprinkled goat cheese and topped with the star of the show, honey toasted walnuts. They are so easy to make! Just toast them up in a dry pan and drizzle with honey. Stir them around until well coated with the warmed honey and then just try to not eat them all before they cool enough to go on top of the salad! This was seriously good! I've also made a similar salad with strawberries instead of grapes. That's good too. I think the first time I had strawberries in a salad was at the Coho Cafe in Redmond. They used grated Gruyere cheese and caramelized walnuts. I fell in love with it and have been a fruit and nut salad fan ever since. There are so many ways to switch it up too. This one is really good with a little balsamic vinegar drizzled over the top. Well, I hope those inspire you to get creative with your greens. After all... there is more to salad than ice berg lettuce right?<br />
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In honor of fathers day this weekend we allowed Red Bull to join the rest of his family in the pasture. I think he had a very special Father's Day. :) He is really quite a different animal from the little yearling bull we bought last year. He ran all over the pasture snorting and pawing up the ground and generally put on quite a show for his ladies... and possibly to impress the neighbor bulls. Here... check him out...<br />
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I started this blog post days ago. Long before Father's Day arrived. But now it's here and I just have to say Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there. Especially the special fathers in my life. First to my awesome husband who was crazy enough to marry me and love and support me through raising our combined six children. They are each so wonderful and different. Sort of like a smorgasbord of children. :) And to my own dad who is a never ending source of ... oh so many things! Funny stories, thought provoking ideas, example of having been married for over 50 years and still being in love. I can also see by his example that if I work really hard I can reach the goals I set for my life and be very successful. Although... my ultimate goal is probably not going to be becoming the Mowron of Bear Springs :) Some of you may not know what this is. It's a special honorary title bestowed on him by the mayor of Dover, TN because he mows half the county just for fun.<br />
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I'd have to say my Dad is probably my biggest "fan". He is so supportive and helpful in my effort to keep my weight and blood sugar under control. Here is the super helpful email he sent me last week... an instant link to about 3 million cookie recipes! Awesome Pa! Look at all the cookies I can make now...<br />
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Cookies Candy Cane Cookies Candy Cookies Caramel Shortbread Cheesecake Brownies Cherry Buns Cherry Crowns Cherry Winks Chewies Chewy Noels Chinese Chews/Haystacks Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars Chocolate Chip Cookies Chocolate Chip Meltaways Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Cookies Chocolate Christmas Trees Chocolate Cream Cheese Squares Chocolate Crinkles Chocolate Mint Snow-Top Cookies Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies (no bake) Chocolate Snowball Cookies Chocolate Streusel Bars Chocolate Sundae Cookies Chocolate Walnut Crumb Bars Choco-Scotch Crunchies Choose A Cookie Dough Recipe Christmas Crackers Christmas Crunch Bars Christmas Ginger Snaps Christmas Macaroons Christmas Mice Cookies Christmas Shaped Cookies Church Window Cookies Coconut Cookies Congo Squares Cookie in a Jar Corn Flakes Cookies Cornflake Christmas Wreaths Cowboy Cookies (oatmeal) Cream Cheese Cookies with Apricot Filling Crème De Menthe Chocolate Squares Crème Wafers Crescent Cookies Crispy Crunchies Date Nut Balls Date-nut Pinwheel Cookies Diabetic Peanut Butter Cookies Disgustingly Rich Brownies Doodles Double chocolate chip cookies Double-Chocolate Crinkles Eatmore Cookies Eggnog Cookies Elizabeth's Sugar Cookies Elves Quick Fudge Brownies Emily Dickinson's Gingerbread Cookie Recipe Emily's Best Brownies Famous Oatmeal Cookies Firemen Cookies Fluffy Shortbread Cookies Forgotten Cookies Frosted Peanut Butter Brownies Fruit Cake Cookies Fruitcake Squares Fry Pan Cookies Gems Ginger Cookies Ginger Crinkles Gingerbread Baby Gingerbread Cookies with Butter Cream Icing Gingerbread Men Gingerbread Men Ginny's Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies Glory's Golden Graham Squares Glory's Sugar Cookies Gramma Chapman's chocolate coconut drops Grandma Elsie's Zimt (cinnamon) Cookies Grandma J's Butter Cookies Grandma Olson's Parkay Cookies Great Grandmothers Sugar Cookies Gum Drop Cookies Gumdrop Gems Haystack Cookies Ho-Ho Bars Holiday Cereal Snaps Holiday Chocolate Butter Cookies Holiday Raisin Walnut Bars Holly 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:) In the email all these cookie names were linked to their recipe. If you would like the link email me at kcto167@gmail.com and I'll be happy to send it to you. I'm pretty sure I just gained 15 pounds just reading through the names of these cookies.<br />
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Well... next week is my Woodinville week so I gotta go get rested up for the road trip. <br />
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</div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-54928273356928585492011-06-13T00:45:00.000-07:002011-06-13T06:39:04.841-07:00One Year Down! A Bunch More to Go-God Willing!Hi! It's been so long perhaps you thought I died? Nope! Just busy traveling, gardening, working, studying, eating... and so on and on. I have so much to say I don't even know where to start. I guess first I better note that a whole year has passed since I began torturing you with my favorite subject... food. As it relates to me. Yeah. it's all about me. :) It's been quite a year. From fat to much thinner, back to fatter, thinner... whew! Anybody else live on this roller coaster? Well fortunately at this point I can report that over all I'm down just about 15 pounds and my blood sugar levels are WAY healthier than they were a year ago! Usually... almost always. :) So progress has been made! But it's not over. It will have to be a lifetime change. Going back means so many bad things. I better press on! Blog wise - I guess I could just quit here. And if I trail off never to be heard from again you'll know that's exactly what I did. I think I have at least one more post in me so here goes! Bummer for you! Hmm... I had so many titles today I almost couldn't pick one. I wanted to begin with, There's No Place Like Home - having just come back from my visit to TN to hang out with my family. Of course I think of Tennessee as home too. Then I wanted to change it to There's No Place Like Fat - which is an overreaction to my blood glucose level this morning. Man! I have been so used to getting a reading in the 90 to 95 range that I was stunned to see 123 leap off the screen at me this morning. I don't know why I should be stunned! It <i>is</i> what happens when you eat cookies and chips at ladies bible study then stop by the grocery store on the way home, load up on fruit and eat half of it before going to bed at 11pm. And while I'm at it I just have to confess... the night before, I went to bed around 10:30, couldn't sleep so I got up because I was <i>thirsty</i>, went into the kitchen and ransacked the pantry, eating a handful of everything I could find. What a stooge! <br />
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That reminds me of one of the stories we laughed about last week in TN. My mama is very successful when it comes to weight loss. Over the years she has lost probably 150 pounds. Of course it's the same couple of pounds over and over again. :) At one particular point in her life, somewhere back in the 70's she was stalled out and couldn't seem to lose any weight. My three brothers and I decided we would help her. We made sure she wasn't eating too much at dinner. We were present for some of her weigh ins. We were stumped! Sure enough... no weight loss! We began discussing this among ourselves and came up with a couple of possible reasons. We began testing our theories. Late one evening... around midnight the creaking began. Some little mouse was slowly creeping, tip toeing up the stairs in the dark. Sneaking round the corner into the kitchen. The light appears as the refrigerator door swings open then POUNCE! The kitchen lights flood the scene like a search light and all of us kids leap from our hiding places with fingers pointed, yelling, "BUSTED!!!" Our clever little mama never missed a beat! She jerked straight up with arms stretched out in front of her and sleep walked right back to bed. Riiiiiiight! :) Talk about your generational curses! Well, I am happy to inform you that I actually did not gain a bunch of pounds down in TN. This morning the fatometer was as ungracious as it's been for the last couple of weeks by proclaiming 156.3. Which is pretty much the same as when I left. So I'm just about even money. Still fat. :) But not fat<i>er</i>! Yay!<br />
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Well! That was a super long intro to my TN trip. I'll share some of the pics with you and narrate. A good time was had by all. Of course there were a couple of low points felt by Bobby my youngest baby (20 years old) who accompanied me to TN. At times he had to go outside and play with frogs in order to avoid being overwhelmed by conversations about dead people and menopause. :) Very fortunately he was rescued from us old women by various cousins who had also come home to attend the BBQ. Let's see what pics I can find... Hmm... I better go load up on coffee before I start in on this. We better have an intermission here. Or perhaps you may just want to leave the theater... this could be as long and drawn out as, Gone With the Wind!<br />
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Ok, I'm back! Is the microphone on? Again... I apologize... it's ok if you fade in and out or fall asleep completely. Some of you may not be as fascinated with my trip home as I am :) This reminds me that yesterday as I sat down to compose a post my little mini computer died. It was probably suicide... NO!!! Don't make me listen to another one of her insane rambling stories... CRASH! Can you blame it? Unfortunately for it... it's still under warranty so it will live again! Hmm... I believe this is the definition of ADD. The inability to complete a thought or task... ever!!! :) Ok... roll em!<br />
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Starting at the beginning... Bobby and me leaving his apartment. We were very excited. <br />
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At Pa and Granny's at last! This was after they got over the shock of having Bobby walk up the driveway. He was a surprise visitor. :)<br />
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I'm so happy to see my mommy! She is so sweet not to scream. I'm squishing my poor mother!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later that evening Jeff and Andrea arrived. We had a nice visit and went off to bed. You can't sleep in at Granny's, you wouldn't want to miss breakfast! I realized right away that unless I wanted to buy an extra plane ticket on the way home for my mid section I was going to have to show some restraint so rather than going whole hog I settled for <i>half </i> of a biscuit to go with my gravy. Biscuits must only be eaten with the brown sides up. If you mistakenly turn the fluffy insides up Pa is happy to instruct you and even turn them over for you. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNg2wNJuIMJ9i9rejnXproIOBlWXdoTt5aUM8fjrexJhPdlGltG7KQVj-bcQq9Slc0t8Lgpej1OYMe_53hLUtk2oNPNqnwcVsnWQSzw317qg0-vEZg9IIW_1lnB-bIFyoI8BGzgj0EvFZp/s1600/Breakfast+at+Granny%2527s+classic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNg2wNJuIMJ9i9rejnXproIOBlWXdoTt5aUM8fjrexJhPdlGltG7KQVj-bcQq9Slc0t8Lgpej1OYMe_53hLUtk2oNPNqnwcVsnWQSzw317qg0-vEZg9IIW_1lnB-bIFyoI8BGzgj0EvFZp/s320/Breakfast+at+Granny%2527s+classic.JPG" width="282" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a wonderful surprise early that morning. Pat's son Josh brought our new Marine Andy home for a visit. Nobody knew he was coming. We were all so happy to see him. Josh too! He's all grown up and moved off to the big city so he's rarely seen around small time Dover anymore! This is my brother Pat with three of his boys. Brian, Andy and Josh. Pat thinks he the favorite child. He's not but we let him wear a crown so he feels special. He is special... if you know what I mean. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was told that our family BBQ's have been happening for about 60 years. I'll have to take their word for it... that's before my time! They are so much fun! It's a time to gather together and celebrate family. A time to be thankful for the rich heritage we have been blessed with. I believe Daddy Quinn was still alive when they began. He passed away before I was born so I never met him but I have very fond memories of BBQ's when I was a child. Back in the day I remember them being held at Aunt Rita and Uncle Dalton's house. Mama Quinn's little trailer was also parked close by. She was a wonderful grandmother! Very saintly... and fiesty!!! Of course I never got into any trouble :) but I've seen her chase my brother Gene around the house and tackle and whip him with her shoe! Whew boy! I happen to know he always deserved it! Mama Quinn was an insulin dependant type two diabetic. And she loved to eat. Of course she loved to eat the things she shouldn't - corn bread comes to mind. She used to lock the door to her trailer and mix up a batch of corn bread and bake it up in her cast iron skillet. Pretty soon Aunt Rita would smell it baking and would come over and start pounding on Mama Quinn's door trying to get in so she could prevent her from eating the corn bread. Every time she would fail to gain entry. Mama Quinn would tell her she might as well go away because she wasn't going to open the door until she had eaten the whole pan. Hmm... that sounds someone else I know :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A RARE picture with my cousin Debby (along with Andy) who hates being in pictures as much as I do. Well actually I wouldn't mind being in pictures if I wasn't so mugly :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are a couple of the pickers, cousin Jimmy and Tony my cousin Robin's sweet heart. Pa is singing along with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBY6xpKJiSoB7VG-WUZCbYe0gGkZMvHHUrEXgJgRqO5Y1_lg4vkmzHmbdG5dbkA81DGhppve21a0xyW4xbo9kpBEguqS4q8mbcyPo-DlFgZUpA0BLZI_eSSt-NLMP4JV1yfn4TEyHQfyry/s1600/nighttime+pickers+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBY6xpKJiSoB7VG-WUZCbYe0gGkZMvHHUrEXgJgRqO5Y1_lg4vkmzHmbdG5dbkA81DGhppve21a0xyW4xbo9kpBEguqS4q8mbcyPo-DlFgZUpA0BLZI_eSSt-NLMP4JV1yfn4TEyHQfyry/s400/nighttime+pickers+4.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Early in the morning on Sunday comes the job of picking the pig and turning it in to sandwich meat. I fortunately slept too late to take part in this job but brother Jeff did. I'm so proud of him for getting up like that at 5am. After that the party moves to the church where after a good old southern Baptist sermon we once again gather for the real feast. Everyone brings a dish. The table is loaded with wonderful food made by wonderful cooks. I had a great time visiting AND eating. I did a pretty good job of choosing things that wouldn't launch my blood sugar into orbit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This picture is of my mother with me and my "twin" cousins Dee and Mary Beth. These are Aunt Carol's daughters. Aunt Carol was my mom's twin sister who passed away when I was only about 10 years old. I know they miss her still! Dee is coming to visit me here in Chewelah in September and dragging Robin along... right Robin??? And any other cousins who want to come! That will be so much fun! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And finally I'll close with a picture of me, Jeff, Mama and my aunts. We are admiring the beautiful chocolate pie that Aunt Betty made for Jeff. Oh... of course she said it was for me too... but I'm pretty sure she whispered in his ear that it was really for him :) How does he rate anyway??? I suppose it must be like Aunt Lou used to always say, "He has the eyes of Jesus". I guess I'm just chopped liver :) Which is a whole "nother" story!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></a></div>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-61637817812261745262011-05-15T21:39:00.000-07:002011-05-15T21:39:00.112-07:00A Seriously Rainy Day - Perfect for Making BreadJust what I need right? :) Bread! The thing is... I'm leaving early in the morning to go to Woodinville for the week so I thought I would bake some bread and leave Dave to eat it all up. That ought to work out just right! Today's stats, just to get it out of the way: fatometer 157.3 and glucose 91. Ok, back to the rain. Sort of. About noon today I walked out of church and did a little dance of joy as the sun was out and shining. I had all kinds of plans for the day. Making bread was actually on my to do list but I decided against it since there were green house shelves to paint and seedlings to re-pot, packing for my trip, bills to pay, weeding around the base of the fruit trees. The list goes on and on. I quickly changed into my shorts and a tank top and ran out to the green house. I did get my shelves painted and they are drying. Dave just finished putting them up yesterday. I had planned on doing the re-potting out in the garden. There is no room to work in the garden shed yet since it does not have it's counter and Dave's tools and saw horses are still inside. The shed is not complete yet but it's sure coming along. Dave get's so irritated at me because I keep taking pictures of it and he keeps telling me to stop because it's not done yet. Here are a couple from a few days ago.<br />
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Very nice garbage can on the porch huh?<br />
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Here we have the beginning of shelves. Now there are layers of shelves on all three sides. Dave's getting pretty frustrated with me. I keep moving<br />
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Let's see... other news... Dave has now installed all his cattle guards and has most of the new fence posts in for the new pasture. Here he is on his little tractor placing the last cattle guard.<br />
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Today there was no such treat. The sky turned from beautiful blue to a dark, dreary gray and the rain poured down. The mist covered the red rocks and the mountains were nowhere to be seen. I had to change out of my shorts and put on a coat. Such a cruel trick! :( What a drippy, messy, rainy, gross day it turned into! Yuk! Of course that put an end to most of my plans for the day. So... there was bread.<br />
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Ciao!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-76033037264323949212011-05-08T06:15:00.000-07:002011-05-08T06:25:13.361-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWGjgp33pOOYoEWXPgj_Ebgqib2ZgYJ7yJOxDr793bYVykqKh7leYQnVjhszwaldAkKH7wKz11JtlsmNBK2cs2sq_KUWqEveEGSLQprgs3GT3msN8jPKU2bm_G8AiPTOUUyI29RZM295j/s1600/1960+Mommy+and+Me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWGjgp33pOOYoEWXPgj_Ebgqib2ZgYJ7yJOxDr793bYVykqKh7leYQnVjhszwaldAkKH7wKz11JtlsmNBK2cs2sq_KUWqEveEGSLQprgs3GT3msN8jPKU2bm_G8AiPTOUUyI29RZM295j/s320/1960+Mommy+and+Me.JPG" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mommy and Me! :)</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I sat down yesterday to write this post. Three times I attempted to say something worthy of my mother. Each time I crashed and burned. (Insert big sigh here!) Finally I decided I needed a little divine intervention as my words were obviously not cutting it so I humbly asked God to help me write something fitting to honor my sweet mother. I got nothing. I went to bed. :) This morning at 4:15 my eyes popped open and my first thought was... Shazam! I couldn't scramble out of bed fast enough. Ha ha! God is always just in time right? And so here are some inspired words written about my mother that I'd like to share with you... only I didn't write them at all. I mean seriously... who'se going to come up with something better than this?!?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">From the book of Proverbs in the Old Testament,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Proverbs:10-31</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">10</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">A wife (mother) of noble character who can find?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-style-span"> She is worth far more than rubies.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17296"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">11</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Her husband has full confidence in her</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and lacks nothing of value.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17297"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">12</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She brings him good, not harm,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> all the days of her life.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17298"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">13</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She selects wool and flax</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and works with eager hands.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17299"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">14</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She is like the merchant ships,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> bringing her food from afar.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17300"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">15</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She gets up while it is still night;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> she provides food for her family</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and portions for her female servants.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span> </span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17301"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">16</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She considers a field and buys it;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17302"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">17</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She sets about her work vigorously;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> her arms are strong for her tasks.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17303"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">18</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She sees that her trading is profitable,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and her lamp does not go out at night.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17304"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">19</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">In her hand she holds the distaff</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and grasps the spindle with her fingers.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17305"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">20</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She opens her arms to the poor</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and extends her hands to the needy.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17306"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">21</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">When it snows, she has no fear for her household;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> for all of them are clothed in scarlet.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17307"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">22</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She makes coverings for her bed;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> she is clothed in fine linen and purple.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17308"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">23</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Her husband is respected at the city gate,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17309"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">24</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She makes linen garments and sells them,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and supplies the merchants with sashes.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17310"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">25</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She is clothed with strength and dignity;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> she can laugh at the days to come.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17311"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">26</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She speaks with wisdom,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and faithful instruction is on her tongue.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17312"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">27</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">She watches over the affairs of her household</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> and does not eat the bread of idleness.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17313"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">28</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Her children arise and call her blessed;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> her husband also, and he praises her:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17314"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">29</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">“Many women do noble things,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> but you surpass them all.”</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17315"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">30</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"> but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div></span><span class="apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><sup id="en-NIV-17316"><span style="color: black; font-size: 8pt;">31</span></sup></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Honor her for all that her hands have done,</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></span></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"> and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Any of you who know my mother will recognize her is these words. She has set before me an amazing example of what a mother and wife should be. It is doubtful that I will ever live up to her example but I will keep plugging away at it. Thank you Mama for all that you have done for me. You are an amazing woman and I love you!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I also want to say happy mother's day to Katie and Nicole who are the mothers of my beautiful grand daughters. You are God's gift to them and they to you. Treasure that gift!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And now I shall leave you with one last picture. This was when I was still cute :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></span>Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-48341563738757342182011-04-28T08:01:00.000-07:002011-04-29T10:08:42.146-07:00Three Aunts, Two Cousins and a DaughterAnd Dave! Can't forget Dave for sure! He's not so nimble today. He pounded nails all day yesterday until it rained as darkness began to fall. Today he is feeling quite sore. Today he thinks he'll relax and hang with the girls. We'll see how that goes :)<br />
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Well... I forgot to report my stats yesterday so I better not forget today. Glucose was 78 which is low/fine but the fatometer actually said to me this morning when I stepped on, "Suuuuuuiieeee, oink, snort, you big fat pig!" What abuse! I'm about to get rid of that thing! Hhmfff! 157.8. I was supposed to be losing a bunch of weight. Apparently I lost my focus. It <i>will</i> be me stretched out on the spit over Memorial Day at this rate. To quote a favorite phrase of my daughter KTBug the birthday girl who turned 22 today (April 15th), "I suck at life!" :) Oh well! There's always tomorrow... until there isn't. So I'll either have the opportunity to do better tomorrow, or they <i>won't </i>be saying as they stare at me in the box, "she looks good doesn't she?" At least I know my hair will look great, my bff Brenda promised to make sure of that. I don't know if I should trust her though... she may just take the opportunity to pay me back for all the times I experimented on her in our early days of being hair dressers. Like one Halloween... Oh man, how does this happen? Someone throw me a line before I drift off into oblivion! <br />
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Too late! I was gone. And that was as far as I got that day. Here we are... May 28th. Fat still! 156.6 glucose 99. Some time ago my dad told me I should rename my blog "The Unsuccessful Dieter". He was right. :) Major fail! But... there's always tomorrow... until there isn't. Oh yeah! I already said that. Well... back to the title of the post...my Aunts who are my dad's sisters, my cousins, Aunt Joyce's daughters came to visit me... last weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed having them. What a treat! Aunt Joyce and my cousin Karen traveled all the way from Tacoma and brought with them my other aunts, Marge who traveled all the way from TN and Anetta who traveled all the way from Germany! Cousin Cheryl lives in the Tri Cities area and we were very fortunate to be able to steal her away for the night. We ate (naturally) played games, went on walks, played games, drank cousin Karen's home made Green Tomato Wine, played games and admired Daffy. Here are a few of the pics from their visit...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmtH5fwS31_2MMCYnJiGfvq3TtQcHoj1geeaCgyVoRWWxuiP7oddcDmCHYBQic9mqzMxKp9RF6kLY0UdEye5wNhJte-WE52DRc97gJqLHnp4lTJvYyTk7j0RIG_db3wbdquDKJdAU6Qgx/s1600/1104+Kathy+with+Aunts+-+Front+Porch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmtH5fwS31_2MMCYnJiGfvq3TtQcHoj1geeaCgyVoRWWxuiP7oddcDmCHYBQic9mqzMxKp9RF6kLY0UdEye5wNhJte-WE52DRc97gJqLHnp4lTJvYyTk7j0RIG_db3wbdquDKJdAU6Qgx/s640/1104+Kathy+with+Aunts+-+Front+Porch.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This is Aunt Joyce on the left, Aunty M, Aunt Netta and me getting ready to go out and feed little Daffy.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizL43W7eBXJwsnKywcdJiFkzHWoGJ4z1T7-bRoytvjurtI5JSWfoVSZIGz3YZOVBm-r4khFXSRzhqeKhlzywp515-uK3MG-ZzDga6540pFuwcf7tbiBXLg1VTbbRaiwTzKABhxm8SYltA2/s1600/1104+Kathy%252C+Karen+and+Aunts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizL43W7eBXJwsnKywcdJiFkzHWoGJ4z1T7-bRoytvjurtI5JSWfoVSZIGz3YZOVBm-r4khFXSRzhqeKhlzywp515-uK3MG-ZzDga6540pFuwcf7tbiBXLg1VTbbRaiwTzKABhxm8SYltA2/s640/1104+Kathy%252C+Karen+and+Aunts.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Here we are clustered around the counter eating... oh... I think that was salmon topped with citrus spinach and veggie quinoa. Looks like some green tomato wine going on too.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtDDx5IM29WwyHFvA6vCPq_sdiOQq05sa9fVIoP627jsBa4MxQrTDtt4lv0H9KLjDCtNiQJHmvh30jenXMsTNBnL1CnLu3zT2_sxVpBqvucmGS_fFExHvBYa4AzElRdQ1p5O2iTgEqEGm/s1600/1104+aunts%252C+Kathy+and+Cheryl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtDDx5IM29WwyHFvA6vCPq_sdiOQq05sa9fVIoP627jsBa4MxQrTDtt4lv0H9KLjDCtNiQJHmvh30jenXMsTNBnL1CnLu3zT2_sxVpBqvucmGS_fFExHvBYa4AzElRdQ1p5O2iTgEqEGm/s640/1104+aunts%252C+Kathy+and+Cheryl.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Again, clustered around the kitchen counter at breakfast time, coffee cups in hand. Check out Aunty M's stylin jammies :) This is me, auntys and cousin Cheryl. Too bad you can't make out the beautiful colors on the baby blanket Aunty M made to send to my new little granddaughter who is due in July. I would tell you her name if only her parents would decide what it's going to be. Here's a suggestion... Mary Camille Muhammad. She would be named after her favorite people in the whole world, her Mommy, Her Mumsey and of course her Daddy. Works for me! :) It's not that hard!<br />
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This is me, cuz Karen and aunts standing on what will be the front porch of my garden shed that my awesome husband is building while he is recovering from his surgery. Which reminds me. Today we are rejoicing because he is getting his cast off. Typically I go shopping while he has his check ups but today I'm going in with him because I just have to see the look on their faces when they see the crumbling cast they will be removing. I doubt whether any other cast has seen this much mileage. :) <br />
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Amberlyn also came over and spent the weekend. She slept a lot and did homework a lot so we didn't really see that much of her. She stayed most of the day on Sunday though so we got to visit with her then. Here she is feeding the adorable Daffy<br />
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Well... I better just let this be the end of this post because I also have to write one where I show Aubrey hunting Easter eggs :) But not today. I best get to work :)<br />
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Ciao!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-40618937207798156172011-04-13T16:55:00.000-07:002011-04-13T17:11:08.983-07:00Jack's Back!Of course when I say Jack I am referring to my awesome husband Dave. Why do I call him Jack? Well, a few reasons come to mind. First of all, he really is a Jack of all trades. And then he reminds me of a jumping Jack because he's never still for long. My bff Brenda must be shaking her head and thinking, riiiiight! Her pet name for him, and the heading on his contact in her phone is Jackass! Well... that's a different story and we won't go there - although it did just make me smile. Memories :) Of course I have to confess that my name in her phone is Lame Ass. Apparently we are the Ass family. :) Ok! Moving on :) Anyway... for the last few months Dave's been a very sad Jack since he's been out of commission for months now. But like I said... he's back! He finally got clearance from the tower to begin putting a bit of weight on his foot. Now I probably won't see him again until winter. Of course he didn't do just nothing while he was down. He planned and schemed and even started my garden shed. He didn't get too far crawling around on his hands and knees. Still it was an impressive effort... remember, hands and knees.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes... he's pretty resourceful. Somehow he talked our neighbor Denny into letting him plant his large field just on the other side of our driveway with oats. Just for fun. Then he talked our neighbor Ed (he's a REAL farmer!) into providing him with a seeder full of oats. Dave drove his tractor up and over the hill through a couple of neighbors places to get to Ed and Donna's farm where the seeder was. I'm not really sure how that worked. I was upstairs working while this all happened yesterday. And poor Ed had to take time out from "real" farming to come show Jack how to hook up the seeder... and you should have seen the look on Jack's face! He was having more fun than any injured man should. He still has the cast on for another two weeks. I'm sure I'll be amazed at all he accomplishes by the time the cast comes off and he can <i>really </i>get back to work! Anyway... here is is "sowing his oats". You can see our little house and barn in the back ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... on Monday we got Carol and Granny to come over and help us round up our little man, Chuck so he could join the boys choir. :( Such a sad business! He was very brave about it though. It's a great thing to have such wonderful neighbors. Dave was still on crutches and I'm just useless when it comes to tackling cows and such. :) But he's much happier today. Perhaps a little sore. Here are the kids coming to see what's for dinner ... Daffy in the back, Chuck up front.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Ok I'll quit pestering you with my silly little videos. Hmm... not sure why but I'm getting super hungry. Think I'll go grill some rib steaks! :)<br />
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Ciao!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255349038459292144.post-44608329506107920712011-04-08T08:08:00.000-07:002011-04-08T08:08:02.847-07:0022 Degrees - REALLY?!!!It's so cold out there the calves are huddled up to the big pile of poop and straw! I don't even want to go out and feed them. This is stupid! Oh well... it also means the sky is clear as a bell and we should see a high of 53 today. Yay!!! Perfect weather for another round of roto-tilling. My little spinach and lettuce seeds Dave has been hovering over down in his man cave have sprouted are now reaching for the light so I want to have the garden ready soon! Now if only the darn belt will stay on that machine! He wants to buy a tiller attachment for the tractor. For my small garden that would be like... two passes and done. <br />
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So this morning the fatometer read 155.9. Creeeeeping downwards ever so slowly. I'll be excited when I get back down to the fatness I was when I came back from the cruise! :) Glucose was 80. A good sign. Means I'm doing something right and if I keep it up then zipping my pants is in my foreseeable future. Awesome!<br />
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A couple of entertaining events occurred in the barnyard yesterday. First... I'm still supplementing Daffy with two bottles a day. When I fed her yesterday evening Tank who always has to be right in the middle of everything, stood right there and licked her face the whole time she was drinking the bottle so he could have the milk foam she was dribbling out. It was so funny to watch I just couldn't stop him. I do hope he's smart enough not to try that when she's nursing off mama! Ginger will not think it's funny at all and will kick Tank's dogie butt to the moon.<br />
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The second was the chickens. I mentioned a couple of posts ago that our little mama hen was sitting right? Well she is seldom off the nest now. About a week ago she was feeding in the chicken yard and I happened to be out there. I took a peek to see how many eggs she was sitting on and noticed there were six. I had helped by placing two eggs from the other hens under her myself. Then yesterday I noticed once again that she was off the nest feeding so I checked back again and there were probably a dozen eggs! I couldn't figure that out! I didn't know they kept on laying eggs! How ever would they all hatch at the same time? Well... later in the evening when I went back in to check for eggs that the other hens might have laid I glanced over toward her...<br />
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I had to do a double take. Up until today I've only seen our little blonde hen sitting and now it appears we have two "sitters". The hen on the right is her little chick from last year. Out of the five eggs she hatched last summer four of them were roosters and just the one little hen. Mother and daughter sharing the nest. How cute! I'm not sure what this means since the newer eggs were laid more recently. As you can tell I'm not a chicken expert! We'll see what happens. One thing I do know is that we need a better hen house. That's also on Dave's project list for this year. <br />
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Well... that's all folks! Have a great weekend!Kathy Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870398388517735786noreply@blogger.com0