Thanks, Julia, I Needed That


Raise your hand if you’ve been a Debbie Downer this week.

No?  Just me?

Well then…can I tell you a teensy, weensy, leetle seecret?

I am a pessimist.

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I also:

*…believe the grass is greener on the other side

*…compare myself to others

*…use the words “always” and “never” all the time

*…see the glass half empty

*…say “Awe, #$%@!” when I drop something

*…say “Awe, #$%@!” for everything else.

Yes.  It’s true.

I see the glass half empty and YET if anyone tries to fill it up for me, I say, “No-no-no!  I was gonna do that myself!”

But every once in a while, I reach a point when I am out of answers and WOW does it feel good to drink in the wisdom and words of others.

So I’ll ask the question again: Any Debbie Downers in the room?

Then maybe these words will refresh your glass like they did mine….

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Happy Friday and weekend, everybody!

I feel it’s gonna be a good one.

Dear Momma


Dear Momma,

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Thank you for teaching me that fresh cucumber slices refresh the skin.

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And thank you for everything else that makes you my Momma:

Like sewing our Easter dresses when we were young.

And making homemade bread and apricot-pineapple jam.

For growing tomatoes and sunflowers.

For your eagerness to laugh.

For your industriousness.

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Thank you for blueberry muffin breakfasts on the front porch.

For feeding the hummingbirds.

For your gentle direction.

For your company and conversation.

We love you so much, Momma.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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My Favorite Room In Our House


Half the fun of nearly everything, you know, is thinking about it beforehand, or afterward.

-Howard R. Garis

What is your most favorite room in your house?

There are so many to choose from: the kitchen (were you get to eat!), the bedroom (where you get to sleep!), the bathroom–(nevermind!).

For me, it’s our study.

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I love everything about this little space: its coziness, its built-in bookshelves, its funky walls, its own separate entrance.  (Strangely, our house has two front doors.)

Most of all, I love how creative I feel in this room.

In fact, it’s my dream of dreams to set up shop and blog full-time here.

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Of course…I will need a dream desk on which to work.

A dream desk like this one:

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And since our study is a perfect place for enjoying a nice cup of tea, I imagine my work day will include a tea time.

Of course…I can’t finish a whole pot of Earl Grey by myself, so do please come over for a cuppa from time to time!

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Oh dear.

Sorry about that.

Currently, our study is home to the cat tree.

Can you see me now?

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Sigh!

On days when I need an extra dose of faith that dreams do come true, I recall the 9-year-old version of myself who dreamed of one day owning a house with a study.

So thank you, unknown person who built our house, for setting aside a wee space for thought and stillness.

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Now…if only I had a fat, comfy chair to think and be still in.

Poof!

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There!  Perfect.

I tend to get impatient when I think about the life I want to have, but as the quote says above, half the fun of nearly anything is thinking about it beforehand and afterwards.

Perhaps in doing so we will prolong the enjoyment of the good things we want in life?  :)

So until our study can be my full-time creation station banana-fana-fo-fation, I will continue to drift away in delicious reverie…

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What are your dreams?

I’d love to hear them!

That Time I Killed Something and Ate It


It’s been a crazy week so let’s end it on a crazy note, k?

So, have you ever killed something and ate it?

(Wow.  What a rhetorical question considering that here in Texas almost everybody has freezers stocked with animals they’ve killed and are planning to eat.)

Though I could never butcher a chicken or a cow, there was this one time…

That Time I Killed Something and Ate It

Back in September, while visiting our lovely friends in Maine, we purchased some lobsters from one character of a man at a roadside stand. 

(I mean he was a CHARACTER!  Just like Popeye incarnate.)

However, the excitement of having only paid $20 for three lobsters melted away the minute I opened the bag and peeked in at the wriggling creatures.

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“Uhh…I don’t think I can do this.”

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“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!”

Not an attractive expression, but then again, not an attractive task.

(BTW, have I ever told you that my nose does weird things in certain lighting?  Well, it does.)

Anyway, I started the water, muttered a quick prayer over the crustaceans, and…well…carried on with dinner.

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“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GAAAAAaawwwwwwD!!!!!”

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“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SOoooorrrrrRRY!!!!”

Once the last of the lobsters were in, I slammed the lid on the pot and shed a few tears.

However, just twenty minutes later…

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…my tears dried and my smile returned.  After all, the little lobsters were now in lobster heaven and dinner was ready!

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So with that, we ate them.

(Steaming lobster any time soon?  Cook them according to these instructions.)

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This post was brought to you by my favorite Far Side cartoon:

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He Blesses Me So


My husband would like to buy me the occasional flowers, but I tell him not to because it’s a waste of money.

Who wants to spend good money on dead plants that whither a week later?

I prefer plants with roots, plants that make fruits!

Last week, I put my tomatoes and peppers in the ground and they were very happy in the sun.

Then last night, nature pulled a one-eighty.  The temperature dropped sixty degrees in a couple of hours, the winds gusted in and the hail beat down.

My poor tomatoes and peppers didn’t have a prayer…

…Until my knight in shining armor stepped in.

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As the storm approached, my hub grabbed every bucket, box and brick he could find and covered up each plant.

So no, my husband doesn’t surprise me with murdered plants.

He surprises me by saving the ones that are alive and thriving.

The ones that mean so much to me.

Rice With Peas and Ham


Grandma was the kind of woman

who would fry up day-old rice with peas and ham.

“And LOTS of black pepper and bacon grease,” she’d exclaim.

Grandma took pride in this dish.

Took pride in her use of cold rice.

Took pride in her use of bacon grease.

Grandma was the kind of woman

who put bacon grease in everything.

We would savor her sausage gravy,

And forget to eat her cookies.

One day I decided to transform a pot of day-old rice into rice with peas and ham.

But I was not the kind of woman who used bacon grease.

So my dish tasted bland and sad, void of the soul that Grandma’s dish had…

Grandma passed away this morning.

She was survived by a husband, two daughters, grandchildren, great-grandchildren

And her stash of bacon grease.

No one can fill the void a Grandma leaves.

But one can try.

One can try adding bacon grease to her rice with peas and ham,

In the hopes that it will remind her of how Grandma’s used to taste.

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You were one-of-a-kind, Grandma, and I will miss you so very much! 

Thank you for all of the memories and hugs and kisses.

We love you!

Keeping Up With New Ideas


I’ve been cooking up some new ideas over here…

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Some of these ideas have worked….

…others, not so much.

So…what are these new ideas?

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I’m still working on that.

But here’s a hint: New Blog.

It all started when I asked for help in choosing a new blog name.

And thanks to the lovely Miranda over at A Country Chick in the Hen House, I have-a one!

So…wanna know what it is?

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Keeping Up With Mrs. Smith

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Thank you SO much for ALL of your entries.  I took each into consideration–there were so many clever ones!

This one, however, stuck out to me because of the play on words and the fact that I have so many dreams and hobbies that I can barely keep up with myself.  And best of all, since I am a terrible scrapbooker, I love how this blog helps me document life and keep family and friends up to date on the progress of our house.

Anywho, I have no idea when I’ll launch the new site.

I was hoping April…or maybe August.

In the meantime, I will continue trying to keep up.

A Reminder That I Always Have To Remind Myself To Remember


I constantly My husband constantly has to remind me that I can’t conquer the world in just one day.

Damn.

This reminder creates a bit of a problem for me because I would REALLY, REALLY like it if I could:

-Reupholster all our furniture

-Landscape our yard

-Build a pergola

-Learn Spanish

-Tour all of France

-Get six-pack abs….

…all in one day.

Again, damn.

This morning, I was reminded yet again that life  s  p  a  n  s  more than it speeds and that I must embrace the process; must embrace the journey:

“We’re not trying to change the world in a day.  We’re scattering seeds.  Where they take root we may never know.  Our job is to plant.  And to keep our priorities in line with our heart so at the end of the day we are encouraged and uplifted by the fullness of our cup and not discouraged by our lack. 

We leave the process alone and get out of the way.  We practice obedience and gratitude.  We foster encouragement and dare one another to dream.  We be easily impressed and hard to offend so that we don’t turn into one of those creeping thorns for our friend.  And we be honest and real.

We can’t do it all.  But we can all do something. 

We can dream our dream and live our lives in the best way we know how, one day at a time.  The path is set before us and we only need take a little step each day.  Soon we will look back and be amazed at how far we’ve come.  And we can do it without sacrificing those things that matter most in our life and our heart: the main thing.  keep the main thing the main thing.  Rest in the simplicity of your dream and let it unfold.  Be patient and grateful for each step of the journey.  You’re on your way.”

-An excerpt from Grace Uncommon

(Thank you, Tammy, for your beautiful words.  I needed that!)

Do you ever wish you could be a finished product RIGHT NOW?

Does this wish ever blind you from seeing the achievements you have made thus far?

Back in August, I asked for your vote to become the next Taste of Home’s Mrs. Holiday.  I posted this video and you all voted.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THAT!

Even though I did not conquer the world and win the title, I was chosen as one of the ten finalists.

However, when my wee bit of prize money came in the mail yesterday, I was not content to celebrate.

Instead, I immediately began stressing over where I could put the money to where it would make the most impact.

And again, the hubs was there to remind me that I didn’t have to figure it all out that evening.

To those of you that also like to look ahead more than you like to look around, we are in this together!

Thank you to all of you who love us and support us and whop us on the head from time to time.

We really need it.

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Somebody Slap Me-This Diet Works?


The minute I or anybody else says that they are on a diet, I pull out my watch and begin counting down the minutes to the inevitable:

RELAPSE!

Six weeks ago, I began, not a diet, but a whole new way of eating.  The idea behind this whole new way of eating was that if I filled my diet with highly nutritious foods, I would eventually lose my taste for the “bad” foods like sugar, processed foods, etc.

My rules for this whole new way of eating were:

RULE #1: EAT WHATEVER YOU WANT

RULE #2: IN ADDITION TO EATING WHATEVER YOU WANT, EAT THE FOLLOWING:

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Therefore, every day I made sure to eat the following:

1. 8 oz water with 2 teaspoons apple cider vinegar

2. A pre-breakfast smoothie made with Greek yogurt, 2 teaspoons chia seeds, berries, half a banana and a handful of parsley

3. Replace my morning cereal with a bowl of oatmeal, cinnamon, raisins and pecans

4. At least one green salad with either lunch or dinner

5. At least one apple a day

(I also made sure to exercise at least 3 or more hours a week.)

Since the words “YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT” make me want to run for the hills, I felt very optimistic about this new plan.

So…how did it go?

Weeks 1-3

Over week 1, I ate two pieces of chocolate cake, a few dishes of ice cream, a bag of Doritos, a frozen pizza AND every bit of my good foods.  Needless to say, my sweet tooth was still very much alive, but I did not attempt to curb it.

By week 3, I began to feel less of a need for sugar, but still managed to have at least one serving of dessert a day.  I also still craved frozen pizza and chips.  Still, I noticed that my energy at the gym was greater and that I could go harder and faster without feeling so depleted.

Weeks 4-6

By week 4, I reigned myself in by recording what I ate each day.  I also began preparing healthy substitutes like sweet potato and kale chips to combat my Dorito cravings.  After doing this, I found that I preferred my healthy substitutes to the real thing.

During week 5, I began experiencing days where I did not want sugar.  I had started nibbling 75% dark chocolate whenever I wanted something sweet, but after a while I did not even want the chocolate.

Week 6 was somewhat of a mess.  I lost my father and did a lot of traveling which threw my eating off a little.  Still, my cravings were very much under control.

For instance, usually when I go home, I want to eat lots of Mexican cookies and breads.  I wound up eating only 2 cookies over 6 days and was more than satisfied with that amount.  (I usually eat at least 2 cookies a day while I am home and then buy some more for the drive home.)

Week 7 and Beyond….

I am still going strong–no, wait–STRONGER than I ever thought I could.

Each week, I challenge myself a little more.  For instance, I recently began drinking cinnamon and honey tea in the morning and at night and have found that it greatly reduces my cravings for breads and sugars.  I’ve also started drinking an 8 oz protein shake after my hard workouts to aid in muscle tissue repair.  (I use IsoPure–no sugar, low in carbs.)

For those of you who do not struggle with cravings and blood sugar crashes, my progress may not seem like a big deal.

To me, however, I am so very proud!  Forgetting to eat dessert?  Turning down pizza?  This girl just doesn’t do that.

I still splurge because I’m human, but those splurges happen only a couple times a week versus a couple times a day.

As for weight loss….?

I have lost about an inch or so in my middle and about 3-4 pounds.  Trust me, I would like to lose more, but here’s the deal:

It is much more difficult to change your mind than your body.

I’m not looking to lose 10 pounds in 3 weeks only to relapse once my diet is over.

Instead, I’m slowly and steadily paving a strong foundation of healthy habits which will serve me for the rest of my life.

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Here’s to seven more weeks!

And maybe a few more pounds lost?  :)

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What’s That Smell?


Daddy died yesterday at 5 pm.

He was a month and two days away from his 57th birthday.

Score 1 point for Cancer.  Score one million points for Heaven.

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I woke up this morning to the smell of hotdogs.  Grilled, leftover hotdogs, to be exact.

“Why the hell does our room smell like hotdogs?” I demanded.

I had actually smelled something grilling in the middle of the night…but who would be grilling in the pouring rain at 3 a.m.?

An hour later, while at the gym, I began to smell hamburgers.  Freshly grilled, juicy hamburgers, to be exact.

The fragrance was enough to make me want to eat a damn hamburger.

“Are people in ‘mourning’ allowed to want a hamburger?” I wondered.

Since Daddy is the first person I have ever lost, I don’t really know what I should be wanting or doing or thinking.

I thought I would wake up crying.

Instead, I woke up smelling food.

That sounds like something I’d do.

But now that I think about it, my Daddy always loved cookouts.  I once confessed to my family that I liked eating hotdogs to which my Tio Ritchie replied:

“That’s the Carrasco in you.”

Apparently only The Carrasco Family likes hotdogs.

So watch out all you other hotdog lovers.  We got this.

One thing I do know is that these feelings of loss create crazy thoughts, and I guess my crazy thought for today is that Heaven hosted a cookout for Daddy last night.

You know, to welcome him.

And then they had another this morning because, you know, Daddy likes cookouts.

My only hope is that Heaven also provided a sound system and mic because Daddy really likes to sing in front of crowds.

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Long live Tury Bumper!