Thursday, October 20, 2016

Happy Sad

This little guy makes me happy.
The snow falling behind him makes me sad. It is late for us for snow. I'm just sad that this year seems to be flying by!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Enchilada sauce

I'm a splash and dash girl. You may have to adjust things for your taste. These measurements are as close as I can get.

1 can low sodium organic diced tomatoes, with juice
1 cup chunked up raw onion
1/4 cup low sodium organic chicken broth (Sam's has a good one)
3 peeled garlic cloves
1T white vinegar
1T chili powder...give or take
1t ground coriander 
1T unbleached all purpose flour

Toss it all in a blender. Blend until smooth.

I did it because I usually use canned sauce to cheat, but yesterday I looked at the sodium of one can...280 mg times 4 per can. 1120 mg sodium per can, and I usually use two! With my blood pressure all wonky, that is no longer an option.

Saturday, October 15, 2016


I don't like Halloween. I don't like the decorations even more. I decided to protest today. Inside and out, my house is decorated for Thanksgiving, which happens to be my favorite holiday.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Hand sewing, take two.

That cross stitch idea... not so good. The more I stitched, the more my OCD over crafting kicked in, until I finally had to make myself stop.

I've learned something about my post stroke self. I have to stay away from things I did before my stroke. Except for cooking, I get so angry with myself. I can't seem to shake my perfectionist inclinations when it comes to crafts. I used to be top notch at cross stitching. I'm so clumsy with my post stroke hands, every stitch I tried made me madder and madder.

So, I have to stick to crafts I didn't do before the strokes. I was good with knitting, because I'd never done it before, so my wonky stitches didn't irk me.

Felt appliqué is my latest venture. Yes, it does involve hand sewing, which I've done before, but it is a craft I haven't attempted.

So, who knows how many hours it took me to make one ornament. The stitching leaves much to be desired, but it doesn't look as bad as my cross stitch attempt:

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

A little Happy

I won't go into my last few days/weeks....month really....
I needed a little "happy".
I bought myself this today because it made me smile:

Monday, September 26, 2016

Raw emotions...warning....singing

I process emotions by here I go.

By no means did I have a great voice before my strokes. However, I could carry a tune. I also had the gift of hearing multiple parts in music, and could harmonize just about any song I'd heard once. I was a consummate back up singer 😜

I can still hear the harmony line, I just can't sing it. 

Lately, KLove has been playing songs I used to be able sing with....songs from 4.5 years ago.

It is still a "joyful noise". I can't hit the full range of notes, but I am able to hit the ones in the middle range. By no measure is it enjoyable to listen to me. I only practice when no one can hear me...but I did that when I first learned to play the flute too. I used to hide in my closet. It actually hurts my ears to hear off key music. It always has. I can't bear the thought of hurting someone else.

4.5 years later, the scars still run deep, and hurt when poked. It often makes me cry like a baby just to think about it all. I've gone from not talking for two months, to a breath per word, to monotone sentences, to being able to put expression in what I say, to signing like a robot, to now being able to hit a few notes per line. I still have a long way to go before anyone could say the noise I make is singing, but it gives me hope that one day I'll at least be able to sing to my grandchildren.

I say this for anyone out there who has survived like I have. It just takes time. It takes LOTS of time. Things happen at, what I call, the pace of frozen snot. Gosh, somedays I even wonder why I try. Something in my soul just won't quit, even when my head says it is time to quit.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Gumbolaya ...take 3

This time I slow cooked in my "magic pot"...aka enamel coated cast iron Dutch oven.

OMG....the kids and hubby gobbled it up. 

If you don't have a "magic pot", you need to save your pennies and buy one! 

If you search the blog (use the web version) you can find the original recipe for my invention of "Gumbolaya"

I found the link:Gumbolaya
This was tonight's version, with chicken. It was slow cooked for 3.5 hrs in the oven at 275 F.

Monday, September 19, 2016

What not to do when you have had a stroke....but are OCD...

I'm not sure what came over me.

My friend is having a baby.

I decided I wanted to do these really cute stamped cross stitch bibs I found.

I grew up being taught that if I didn't do my craft just right, rip it out and try again. I'm quite OCD about doing things right. However, a little over 4 years ago, that was changed for me. I'm still OCD, but I just have to get over it and live with "good". In surgery, there is a saying, "the enemy of good is better". I don't posses the ability to do things over. It takes all my energy just to do things once. I've had to learn to embrace imperfections. Now, I have to remind myself that it is the imperfections that make us human, and what makes our art a reflection of what we are. 

I was digging through my linen closet, and shoved in the very back was a cross stitch project I had started before my strokes. It is quite well done. I have to constantly remind myself that in my new post strokes project, imperfections are ok. Heck, the baby is just gonna drool on it anyway.

In the photo: the project I had started before my strokes, and the stamped one I started today. That was 1 hour worth of sewing with wonky hands.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Salmon - Parmesan crusted

I made the topping of roughly 1 cup grated Parmesan, about 1/2 tsp garlic powder, 1/2 tsp ground pepper, 4 Tablespoons dried parsley.
Bake at 400 for about 25-30 min.
Not bad for salmon we caught.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

The first day of school for 2016-2017

I officially have a high school child! Today was rather frustrating for both of us as we tried to navigate her online courses. We will get it. But UGH! The courses she could complete, she liked.

My Twikies are my "workhorses" when it comes to school. They chugged their way through all of their work.

My boy child...he drives me nuts. We got math done, and I counted reading instructions and interpreting questions as reading for today. We are waiting for his computer work. We should be able to start tomorrow.