Please pray for the families regarding "JUST A MOM"S" last post.
Her husband heard the distress call of the pilots who went down. As the call was live feed. He stopped it from airing, I think. They were his friends, and he heard them die. Pray for his heart and the families of the pilots and photographers.
Good Evening!
Have you ever felt like a "Jeanie in a Bottle"? If you were to Knock on my front door you may just wish you had a bottle to rub! :) This is the Living room doorway/dining room /Landing at least for the next few days.
Behold I gave them three wishes... Dash Hawk has his Lego/Star Wars room!
The cabinetry fit to within 1/2 inch of his bed! Little man has now had his rail removed! As you can see a little overwhelmed at the space. He is so delighted !"Did you know "I" am the coolest Mom! Well He said so that makes it true! That rubbed my heart, tell ya what! Beloved had built these cabinets for his former office. We reconfigured them for the Lego building center for Dash.
Delighted with his new bed position. the Salton set up his new Kingdom. This is the first of many an Arabian Desert nights!
Little Dove gave the "Jeanie" the old thumbs up! You would think I rubbed her tummy! She loves it! However she is somewhat apprehensive and the new space is scaring her a little, The King Daddy Man lowered the shelf light to reduce shadows and that really helped. She is hopefully going to sleep tonight. I went in to find her in a bit of a curl so I turned on the bathroom light to give more light. This on needs to feel her space. She had more a issue with herself in space. I'll check on her in a bit.
The delight in her well made wishes had her dancing in the streets of her new kingdom. That doll house was a sweet gift. A lady I have known sometime had built it with her now grown daughter. Her daughter did not want it. So she gave it to Dove. Full of furnishings. I still have the shelves to clear and re arrange.
The brave King Daddy Man is reading the Hardy Boys chapter 16 tonight. Yes he is as tired as her looks.
Wish #2 tomorrow... All clothing sorted at least the Doves. For a back to school baseline. This is the first year in four that she has grown.!(and the crowds cheer, It is a concern with special needs kids that the keep up with or at least ketch up with the low average on the growth chart if possible. She just now at 10 years of age will fit into a 8-10. Very pretty little petite girl. Her little princess feet are still a size 1-2. So I think getting rid of a lot of the shrunken 7-8's will do her space well. We have been blessed by a lot of her piers who are much bigger now than she. Wish #3 will be the return of some of the toys and the sharing of many, with others.
Let the "Jeanie" , the Salton, Princess and the King remember the torrment no more!
Day is Done! :) I hope all of you a good rest :) of the evening!
They both slept through the night with no Panic or nightmare! YAAA!
Who would of thought I would be at this crossing! Well Michell, Christine, my husband, Jaye and so many who often told me this would suite me well. YOU WERE ALL RIGHT! I do enjoy it a lot.
I have found that my mental focus and thought stamina have really improved. Little children and medical personel can only provide so much interaction! I also feal vital to offer who I am to others and to seemingly make a difference to more that those who are close at hand to me.
I Had a morning of "Play room torment" finalizing in a realization that the little kid in me does not like letting go of my, I mean the kids toys! :) I am afraid that I won't get any more because well, I am afraid. So I'll take that fear and translate it into it's gift of wisdom and go to God with it. Ya more healing :)
I was invited to attend a meeting for a support group a woman is starting up. I was privileged to speak and share the knowledge and teach principles that I learned through my process. I must post more about the things I explained on my Life restored blog. The support group has an open invitation see the other blog for more details.
We had our evening movie night with our kids we saw "the gods must be crazy" on old 1980's film centered in in the bush of Africa.We make a point to watch the extras for the kids get to see the real people and gain great understanding of the difference between reality and poetic licence. Harsh reality is often a gifted teacher. On Friday evening we watched the adventures of "Natti Gann" set in 1930's during the great depression. This too offered a great appreciation for the wealth and generosity of our lives and how vital we can be in the greater epic of our lives. We don't watch much T.V. and do not subscribe to cable. We never have subscribed to the idea of being billed by someone else to gain our needs unless it is unavoidable. We rather have an extensive collection of appropriate movies. We also use our local Library. We do a lot of books on tape too. Daddy man procures them or we are often gifted by friends. We are great fans of the power of cinema to educated. We watch movies with the kids intentionally. This helps a understanding of historical time line and with social interaction and understanding of cross cultural dynamics. So many dynamics are covered our kids are pretty world smart and compassionate. They understand the human state pretty well and it helps us to teach "street smarts". We have wonderful discussions about the "whys " of life and living.
We were able to hang the play structure tarp and finish rivets. The storm was nearing us so I pulled out the mower while My Beloved pre drilled and finished it. I asked God to hold the rain 10 more minutes so I could get the grass mowed. ( so much easier on me if it is dry). The rain was held undtill beloved began to gather the tools at the playfort and climb down. He said
'wow it just started to rain" I told him "yep that's what I asked of HIM". Beloved was to pull the mower from me but I pointed out the sky. and we shared tasks.
Man my summer Lawn is so pretty. I have had the Master Gardeners help on it , There has been nothing of my own strength to offer it. He even gave the lawn a kindness. One day I can try to tend it as in days of old but the stenosis in my L4, L5, and L6 do not give me an option any more (that is when your spinal column shrinks and I sometimes get some paralysis in my legs) inflammation can cripple my gate a bit. Just can't bend at the hip like I once could. I gotta just let it go of doing it. My sweet body has held me through a lot of journey. I am grateful I do as well as I do. I'm 46 going on 65 I'm told, well at least my face looks young! ha! :) And what do they know I wave witnessed some pretty amazing 65 year olds! They may not have a 6 and 10 year old 24/7 but they are patient and wise if their sage.
We transfer the kids rooms into two separate quarters tomorrow and have a play date 35 mile S>E> to attend. I love long drives with my beloved we hold hands and get to look into each others eyes. Well speaking of him I am drawn away from here and toward his presence. Have a great tomorrow!
Celebrate the beauty that is you.
Post to you all tonight. Just a little tired for word. Enjoy your evening.
The Captains hand held fast to the mast . The cleaning furry of a Full Gail Storm has great effect on the shore. The crew all hands on deck we first gave the orders and all toys were placed center floor, all books, clothing and coat hangers removed from the "poop-deck" :)
Exhousted Dash retires after a day on deck while Little is calming herself in a lavender bath. We were all speaking about the possible move to private chambers in the dawn. However a cloud broke out a tearfully "I"ll miss my brother, I will miss this room. So all decisions are on hold. Change comes hard to this little "Hand."
After the pirate booty hall of a whole new wardrobe, camping laundry and just the last weeks catch of clothing the deck was cleared of the mounds of scrabble. Polished and shined once again the Captains quarters are secured. I need to deep clean the carpet and the rugs ore in the laundry cue.
The first mate guards as a sentential.
We have perfect imperfection here. Note "the Big Bed" bed is a goal set and met at twelve years together. We have always used our income tax refund for a savings goal. It is painless. Yes some will say it foolish for we might have invested and earned interest well a penny in hand however is more often a penny spent. I made all the window treatments. The quilt under the wedding ring is also hand made. The wedding ring was a gift for my 30th birthday.
Here are the three double loads remaining today in basket so that sir Wllly not think they are his throne accomplished.
Now that my maids have had themselves a tidy. These came to us in our 16th year of marriage as we were set to become parents. The day were moved the original ones that were given us used as a wedding gift the rusted drum fell apart. There is another story here in that the day these were moved in I has a crush injury to the pelvis. With the front fractured a cat scan of the rear was ordered to see if it to were fractured, the orthopedic surgeon fell to his knees the fractures were vanished. He then admitted seeing a palm reader. Days later he quit his lucrative practice. I was called to go to Russia while in traction. It was my Labor 18 hour flight standing up 18 hour train ride too.
Not quite polished , but cleaner than it was the kids bath again has a hope and a promise.
Two dishwasher loads a hand batch of dishes, Clorox is my sanitizer, be sure to rence off after for if it kills germ what else might it do to my little life forms. :) All kitchen linens have been laundered in hot bleach waster folded and replaced. I change kitchen cloth and towels every day. Stay healthy!
I enjoy a clear island! This is always short lived. With a menu that is mostly from scratch This is a great work space, craft space for the kids and I family hub. We got this cute little kitchen set (it has 6 chairs ) two chairs await repair in the garage for $500. we shopped and were thilled to find it a few years ago.
Before all the gale force effort we had this to overwhelm us, yes this place needs a few pirates to share all this with it, is time to thin out. This however is the play room, resource room for home school run off, we have just neglected it far to long. After closing down the class room I have yet to re-organize in a way the kids can keep it up. Just too much stuff. My Dove is still in phases of early toddler hood in interest. I just cant see myself tossing away all that hard earned and gifted tools/toys of learning and exploring.It may become little Doves sanctuary once again. If she is ready to do so. Sweet baby had to just be held due to the thought of change. She really struggles with any thing out of norm. My kids love boxes and home made stuff, duct tape being beloved here.
We had a good sweep under the beds too, all the floor now clear.
Mercy the bounty! AM I GUTSY OR WHAT!
So now do you feel any better about your piles of laundry.
Remember what is said of those who compare them selfs .... To Whom much is given, much is required :)
Birthday and camping sleeping bag that was laundered, rain coats to be hung from camping.
Jeans washed need to be stowed.
Child abide in only clean room. This is my boundary this is my clean space and every night we have kept this deck ship shape. Otherwise I can not rest. I must have a place I can relax in. The couch is a very big purchase we made when we moved in here I prayed what can I do with pink the entire place was pink carpet. The rocker was the first thing Beloved gave me. He sanded it and finished it. That was over 25 yrs ago. You see it takes a life time then one day you look around and you have so much to be responcible and grateful for.
The maids seam to have open hands. They gather all the stray treasures
This space yet to be nurtured. I made the curtains. I asked God for the fabric I kept an eye our , received what he offered me. 22 yards of green and the master bedroom had another 22 yards of the rose corresponding design. $2.00 a yard! A lot of straight seams and many hours the old phaff humming and we had our selfs drapery's. Years ago we went shopping for that coffee table and while I was sitting in the store Beloved said "can I buy that for you?" I thought he was taking about the table it was a vanity that he was referring too. I did not take a photo of it though it feels sorta private. It is a matching piece to the master set. We were in our 10th year when we had saved up for the entertainment center.
The children's bath is always full of wonder and amazing little creations. I had the kids collect all the trash cans and they often clear the counter. I still find it amazing the fascination they have with hand prints on glass. I know that one day I will miss those little hand prints. You can tell how fast your children are growing as the hand prints climb up the walls. Reality is I no longer have to bend a knee to clean the wall prints. They are getting older faster and faster now.
The drawers are full of supplies for the creative arts for the children. They also have teaching tools for math, science and general exploration. Those are my cookbooks on shelf.
I keep a mirror by the pantry door, I can take a quick peek when I here beloved come in through the garage. I also look at myself sometimes just to remember who I am :) On day I'll do a pantry post but for today I have folded the sails secured the mast and Day is done.
The crew on hand, she yells" all hand on deck" they transfer their laundry and I have a boundary ... If it is not turned out I don't fold it. We place shirts to hang flat on a pile. Then without moving each shirt we insert a hanger and fold down the neck and insert another all the while the pile stays flat and in tack. (BIG TIME SAVER TIP) The table and hutch was a purchase at about our 22 year I think it is relatively new. Sorta frew frew, a nice addition that was the icing of furniture you know one of those. I keep many treasured gifts and memorabilia there. I have the children's Russian inheritance items. The city Dash was born in in world famous for crystal. I have my mommy figurines there of the mile stones. With a head injury I often fear forgetting the events I so treasure and hold dear. They are like pieces of my mind on the shelf.
browsing for "cookie" I check the lead in adds. this was done in the mid-day rest time. I let my body stop and just used my mind a while.
I look for item that I normally purchase ONLY
I keep an eye out for any regular items I purchase at 30% to 75% off and get those in bulk. I never know what will be stocked. I do not shop week to week> I shop sale to sale of REGULAR THING I ALWAYS BUY, ONLY the ones I would have chosen ! I made a list a long time ago of my favorites. I keep an eye for those and when the company changes the container design. I head to the dollar or the clearance rack. Pennies on the dollar.
Tenacious vivacious! Order has begun!
This post was a great motivator for the "gee I gotta get some chores done day"!
This was last night "daddy Man" rejoiced in the perfect tator tots :) He smiled at me calling me beautiful with his eyes. I rather like the view from his eyes better than my own. My eye sare far too critical of my own reflection. (new camera play time for Him.)
We have set the maids to task, The washing machine is hummin', the dryer sminning a song, dish washer is on acoustics while the poopy doop in the trash silently stalks the unsuspecting taker outer of the trash!
I with my mug "Mom your a wish come true" that was a gift from "just a mom" when the Dove first came home some 91/2 years ago now, sit amid some orchestrated sound tracks. Coffee warm and musings flushing my brain of the stress I drop like some out trash (stinks just as bad too) Yee know the old stinkin' thinkin'. I'll close the lid on that. we have a timer set for 30 minutes and so this day I will do several sprints with the children to set to task the respect our home is so desiring.
All you silent partners in this life uncommon , you who are as ghost ships in the midst knowing your there keeps me aware that I am not alone in this, This life uncommon. I like knowing your there. I see your numbers on the counter. I wonder often who you are and what the ships of your lives are like. Out there in the clouds of time. I see you and embrace you with the warmth of gratitude for your presence. The Sailor aware of such open seas. Yet we know that the global field is so small in all things from above. A satellite view. I see you and I care about your hearts and my own.
Set sail today cast the line and reach out if you are free too. I am here as are you. May you too have comfort in that , you are not alone either. We have a great cloud of witnesses before us those who have gone on who stand at the right hand of God interceding for us each one daily.
I must set sail today a line to the swab the deck and polish the mast. My ropes are tangled and the galley is a mess. Cookie needs supplies and I am at hand to Captain this crew. I much rather just do it, but the Captain must due the duty to the crew else wise there be no leader and they will learn not to follow.
I follow the GENERAL in this charge. Though it would be just fine to sit here. But alas no I must go and tend this fold.
Have an awesome ride this morning catch the breeze and ride this wild wave! Called the day.
My verse for this day Luke 2:13-14
1. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes
2. Printer ink stays on and on your fingers
3. My Son told me I'm the best Mom in the whole world!
4. My husband was touched by the post about him.
5. Motivation is a wonderful tribute to a rested body.
6. I love the beauty of all my fellow bloggers living in their glory.
7. I like who I am. oooo I said that...
8. I think it funny that folks like it when I cuss a word or two. Why does that make them more at ease? What, do I look that unreal?
9. Decorum is a lost art. Well at least I am begining to wonder.
10. My new clothing fits and I feel more comfortable in them. I am grateful for the gifts from beyond.
11. Everything (tasks and chores) sounds real overwhelming to me right now.
12. I quest balance. I sit here to force a rest. I don't like T.V. any more.
13. Blogging has gifted me with affiliation that is really wonderful!
Growing up the last of Eight children to a single Mom. We were the working poor. White kids in the ghetto's of Tacoma WA. Well Gumbo Lilly made me think.
It just makes good sense!
I live with the principle in mind and it is my life style choice. It is a place of intentional humility.
I don't like to waste water or destroy things. Taking care of what we have is an important part of having belongings.
I know when I have to many things for I am not able to care for them.
They then begin to own me.
We do need a good through clearing out of the former things around here. It is at times hard to get rid of the things that are surplus. I often have a concern that we have few earning years left.
That is seldom considered in ones youth , but as you enter into the late 40's you too will begin to think of all that you have wasted and all the things once thought to be so important.
In our first 15 years of marriage we had never used a credit card, it was only when we took a cross country tip we obtained one. It also came in very handy when we went to Russia a couple of years later.
We have with gratitude enjoyed pre- owned clothing for our children, it is an honor to keep the flow going and mothers who know the kindness of such a flow will indeed pass things along. It is in the last few years that I have a bit of a bottle neck around here.
I was always the lady with the trunk full of the things I had no use of any longer. I would delight that further joy could be gained by another.
We are rich through what we receive.
We are poor only through what we refuse.
Honor
Respect
Reverence for all things.
So the little man says " Mom I'm going to invent an invention to pour Dads gater aides.
Explaining to me with great detail that the ball will roll down tip over the drink and pour it into the red cup (note the drink is staying sealed :) )
Trying several different balls He has determined that Pulling his bicycle into the house and to tie a string would be the best way to go.
As I turn I see him , pour the drink manually into the cup...
He said "This might just work best". I smiles and said" perhaps after working so hard on his invention He might like to just go ahead and drink this one".
With that His curiosity was quenched!
Wow it's 4:30
sooo I just got asked how I am today?
Well...
What to high light?
The exit from home was at the clocks limit. I was tying the knots on the chawawa lanyard. It was a special order challenge from two weeks ago. Blew her away. She bought it on the spot for 18. Good thing too the tank is on "E" as we pulled into the garage this the 4th day in a row of 20+ mile treks for Doc. apt.'s
I called Dashes therapist aside I had to address the Monday previous . I told her that as a professional she is doing a terrific job but had she even a clue as to what it takes to do my role . I explained the esteem issues that I am dealing with with Dash. This is my son who is wounded by the battles he has to face. I had to open her eyes to his heart. She asked if I felt that he was emotionally ready for therapy. We must help prepare him for school. If he can not be understood he will be a target and have greater wounds to his ego. I told her that he feels like dung (pg blog) about himself already knowing he has amplifiers and will be the only kid with hearing aides in the fall. He is fully aware that he sounds different. He has tried his best for you and finds it so difficult to hold the techniques during conversation. I shared how our loving correction just wedges away at his already weekending esteem. I told her how Dove is back in O.T. she is regressive and so is Dash. These kids are dealing with the panic disorder from the sensory dysfunction disorder stuff as well. I am getting to the wall with stress. I told her that when she said" that your getting away with to much to Dash " I took it personally, that because I had not gotten myself the hearing aides and could not delineate his speech I felt it was my fault.
I told her that Dash is a helper. When she threatened him with surgery if we can not get this worked out in three weeks he felt terrified.. to that she said "that I wanted to get through to him and thought a little fear might do it"....(A little rage here on my part as I breathed ) I said " it is my boundary that you NOT use fear to get through to my child. I expressed my appreciation for her professional expertise however I am the child's parent and I too have expertise here, and have found that FEAR is not a good motivator. I explained to her that this child is a helper. Ask him to help you too help him.
If he feels engaged he will give too you the help you request.
She needs delineation between,
"Dash you need to help your self speak well" He know he needs too he feel ill equipt -v- "Dash help "me" to help you". = I love to be helping.
I told her how I am an independent person receiving federal assistance with Dash and I take it a great responsibility too do everything I can to benefit his best prognosis. She spoke of me being one of her best parents never missing an appointment an that she did not intend to leave with a thought that I was not pushing him hard enough.
He worked great for her after she engaged this technique today.
The scope will be ordered. She called me aside after her generous extended session and told me that the center offers counseling for me or Dash, That they offer three free sessions but it has to be tied too the (Dash) medical condition. She suggested some 'teasing' counseling and then that I might like some , I felt slightly miffed after I walked away. You know lets let her try doing what I'm doing. What you think how would she last! :)
I suppose I might benefit but I was not in a good place to receive the suggestion.
My head is down to a 4 out of a scale of 1-10. I am tired. I just found out for sure that I need to prep my sweet Dash about the scope, also we have Doves panic to consider.
I need to rearrange the bedrooms before school. They have been sharing a room for some time and they are both ready now for some independence. Sounds EASY don't it ... A ha don't be fooled! It can be nights of panic for Dove as can be anything out of the normal constant of life.
We drove home to the roar of childhood untill Monster Mom called for silence the umpteenth time with a bit of verbal force.
OH ARG
What gets me was she was so relieved that I had a few verbal explitives she said" I am so glad to hear it, I could not get over how patient you are with the kids so soft spoken and all. Well that, I told her is my role to equip them with the most productive peaceful time before he walks into your door. I have to be calm to help him and you succeed. I told her she had no idea what I go through to prep them.
They will put a camera scope up Dash's nose to see if when he speaks his anatomy is functioning. Well its about bloody time!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course as in my dignified role I simply concurred.
So how am I , I am Woman who roars, saddened at the needs of my kids, delighted that the scope will at least tell if this is something He can or can not help , with just therapy.
My head is so-so. My laundry is very high as is the task list at hand and my energy is low.
I feel good about how I handled it today. Glad the lady purchase the lanyard. Hoping that I remember to get gas before I get on the road at 8 a.m. tomorrow. But I don't think thats what you really meant.. is it? I am appreciative of you thoughtful care of me, us. hugs!
5:15 I better pull it up and cook supper :)
Supper, funny, all things freezer, Dad had tamales with cheese and tater tots, Dove sliced hot dogs and tater tots, Dash and I had pot stickers and tater tots. Can you say yuk with a full tummy.
I had a request for some help from young home makers desiring instruction. I have not had a lot of extra energies as of yet to answer your request but I have two sites that would be helpful until I can get to the task myself. These two Ladies have done a great job here go check them out
Pantry List at....?? well I just saw it on one of your posts and can not locate it. If your out the leave me a comment and I will link everyone over to you.
Homemaking helps series at Homemaker at heart
My Dear gracious is doing a wonderful series on Home decor at Gracious Hospitality
I will also be doing posts on the list of requests. I just saw these and wanted to encourage these Ladies for their hard work.
You gotta go check out what Gumbo Lilly said about "green"
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So after resting again last night I awoke before alarm sounded.
There beside me he lay, peaceful resting his last few moments. As I awoke I must of been dreaming he was speaking to me and his voice in my sleep drew me to him. I am drawn to him,
like a thirsty soul to water, he refreshes me. It thrills me to hear him speak my name.
I arose and came in to make his lunch the thought of his day going well compels me , draws me into action, the thought of the look of pleasure on his face thrills me.
When he did come into the kitchen he stood there so handsome. He is so vital and wonderful toward me. Encouraging me to stay on top of my physical needs with this migraine, this is one of the worse I have had. he reminds me again of everything I need to do just for "me" to take care of myself. He knows that the needs of my charges can often just usurp my own. He reminded me to make use of my new camera and shows me how it works again. My new camera, he is so thrilled to give it to me. He was so excited when he got home from work and it had come in the mail. He spent a long time down loading and learning how it functions. He was so patient with me because my enthusiasm wained due to the nausea and weekend stamina. He was sweet and understanding and did not take offense.
He has left now for the day. I wish I could just hold him rest in his embrace, yet if I close my eyes I am there.
For those of you desert souls
Yes those are clouds
Yes the heat will pass one day,
and oh yes it will rain!
I made it to the appointment, two minutes to spare. Signed in and she said"your appointment is at 11:00) {:[ ! ,not 9.
With my head weighing oh about as much as a mens bowling ball, I head it up with dignity told them that my husband must of looked at the wrong date last night telling me 9 a.m. in error. "gotta just smile" I said too them, with a migraine that is just about the best response I can come up with.
Having taken one of my secret short cuts through the town I flashed on the Rail Road Park I had just passed. With the check for the jewelery I sold cashed on Monday I had $ in purse.
I Stopped and got the kids a second breakfast and drove back to the park.
May I say how lovely, the monsoons have us here, with early morning cloud cover God gave a breeze. A ride on a train with two little delightful, grateful children, held me up like a sail in the wind. Tylenol is pretty good too.
Then I sat and watched them on the outdoor carasill while the song "feed the birds" ..."all around the cathedral you know they are watching the to see if any one cares", from the movie "Mary Poppins" played. I shed a tear or two of Gratitude, it was like a loving embrace.
I gifted the two with a critter in a can. They freed them (a panda and bear). Played delightfully with them as they walked the tracks then loaded up into the car to go to therapy.
Dash had a checkers lesson and cought on fast ( I keep small travel games in a basket in my trunk).
We came home to the sweet sound of silence for the most part via "train" suckers. :) A sucker is a marvel of Motherhood. Yes I know the sugar thing, but it sure is better than the monster mom thing. Thank you for your prayerful thoughtful loving kindness.
Beloved found me awaiting his arrival yesterday. I was in the throws of a bad migraine. I have lesions in my brain that can cause a pretty bad storm. Unable to walk without holding the walls, nauseous with the pain of an electric storm on my intieror cranial dome. I sat just tending the home from my rocking chair thrown.
I sit still this morning praying for relief trying to keep my neck and shoulder mussels from lock up. Stress has a pretty powerful effect on the vessel.
He darkened the room immediately right where I sat, He then got me a drink. When I say crippling I do mean literally. I get partial porralisis on my face and my gate is halted. He helped me to get to our bedroom, darkened the room. Got me into the rest room then into the bed. He got the walkie talkie and a phone too. Hushed the kids sweetly and then took them to Costcos fed them. Gifted them a movie to keep them through the evening and this morning quiet.
BUT get this! He was gone a while i got to sleep in quit some. (our sweet ones are LOUD, happy but LOUD). When he returned they all came in to check me and then helped me to the rest room upon my return to the bed pillows all a fluff, and PEI WEI Asian food! They went several miles out of the way to get me my favorite dinner!
He help me to recline and was right there via walkie talkie. I slept through the night.
I am still very shaky this morning , he was at my bedside helping to rub my back and reminding me to eat and medicate ASAP.
I have Dove to drive 23 miles for Occupational Therapy at 8 that is in 10 minutes. They have not eaten I must go.
PLEASE PRAY FOR ME THIS MORNING I AM WEEK I NEED HIS STRENGTH always but this day oh so so much.
Baby Portebella Mushrooms
Fresh Real Butter (maybe half a stick)
Garlic salt
Garlic Powder
Run cold water over mushrooms gently in a colander under cool water, rub the foot of each fungus and remove all soil.
Pat dry in a paper towel (towel should be a pure white towel now ink or print on paper when used for food). When they are dry they slice best and will not crush and mush up.
With the slicing blade of your "Handi Dandi" food processor (save up for one it is a great investment) or use a very sharp dry knife slice thin. Place all in a bowl and cover with plastic wrap ( I like "cling free"). With the mushrooms in a bowl you can take your processor bowl right over to the sink wash it in hot water now before they sit and dry, makes it easier in the long run and clean up is done.
Heat pan (my pans are Ceffalons Commercial Grade Aluminum Cookware, I saved and prayed for years for them then one day a "Broadway" store went out of business and I got them 50%-70% off!) They are heavy but they cook the foods wonderfully and have a very long life*like for ever*! Get the best tools you can afford One at a time if you need too, or wait until you can. Pray too . We have not because we ask not and when we do ask we ask ....
Hot pan , cold butter
Note my butter dish , when I open a stick of butter I slice it down the center then I slice it into teaspoon width (see the paper on the butter) . That will give you pre-measured 1/2 teaspoon pieces that when cold are easily handled when placed as in image.
melt butter, remove rue ( that is the whey in the melted butter, it looks white and bubbly ) It will burn and leave an after taste. Your butter should run clear in pan.
When rue is removed add the mushrooms cover with a lid , ?3 minutes.
Mushrooms will begin to rest or release their juices, Shake the garlic salts and powers over the mushrooms.
You'll begin to smell them.
I cook like "Rattatouille" So you'll have to bear with me.
Remove lid and let the juices evaporate.
This will concentrate the flavors, continue until the mushrooms are no longer real juicy, but yet not dry.
Now grab a big steak! We made this batch for Christine over at "Are we there yet Mom?"
Thank You Annette
Autism Awareness 
Total Egg count to date 4000 apx
February 2011 they are averaging 3-5 eggs a day
Only 5 birds since Prissy died.
Hens began laying again a few weeks back. The count is approximate
Winter of 2008/2009
Lemon Curd from the neighbors gift of fruit off her tree.
strawberry jam
sour dough bread from scratch
Laundry Soap a 1/2 cent per oz
I found the bar soap in an Asian $1 store, if you find it grab several
spring 2010
