Thank you to the person who shared this recipe on Pinterest: Cheesy Garlic Baked Chicken. Wasting a little time on Pinterest and starving, ready for something quick to put in my mouth (because we all know how my evil twin takes over when I am hungry) but not wanting the "regular" menu items I type in "Chicken Recipe" in the menu bar and bam! a lot of ideas pop up. The one that struck me tonight was the Cheese Garlic Baked Chicken. Super easy and super tasty! Time spent? Yes, but well worth it and in truth, 40 minutes tops.
I was thinking a few minutes ahead as I boiled my sweet potato until soft them mashed it with butter, pepper and salt and nibbled on that while everything else continued to cook - this held my hunger but did not release any regretful words or deeds because I was too hungry. (I hear your head nodding.)
Minced big garlic cloves and browned them in avocado oil then added more oil and brown sugar. Mixed well and topped on chicken breasts, into the big oven they went. Twenty minutes later I add shredded cheese on top and more garlic, oil, sugar coating; back into the dark oven. Ten minutes, or there a bouts, later, remove the chicken and walla! A beautiful, moist, delicious creation.
Accompanying the chicken was broccoli, mashed sweet potato and mashed russet potato (separately mashed).
Picture you ask? The dish was consumed to fast to snap one. Cheers!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Sloppy
It wasn't too long ago when I read the ingredients in canned sloppy joe mix and became instantly disgusted. Between the unnatural ingredients to the producer of the mix, I did not want anything to do with it. Telling G next time he wants sloppy joes, I will make it and not the canned version. And last night that is just what I did!
Reading through a few recipes online, I combined ingredients and created my own...essentially. I am happy to say ketchup was not used! Tomato sauce, fresh garlic and sweet onion, red wine, white wine vinegar, McCorkmick's seasoning, salt and pepper, bell peppers, Worcestershire sauce, raw sugar and tomato paste.
Yeah, I will make it again. Good thing there is a bit extra so I can enjoy it again for lunch today.
Reading through a few recipes online, I combined ingredients and created my own...essentially. I am happy to say ketchup was not used! Tomato sauce, fresh garlic and sweet onion, red wine, white wine vinegar, McCorkmick's seasoning, salt and pepper, bell peppers, Worcestershire sauce, raw sugar and tomato paste.
Yeah, I will make it again. Good thing there is a bit extra so I can enjoy it again for lunch today.
Monday, July 22, 2013
For All That Is Life
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.~J. Krishnamurti
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
The Wooden Staircase
A whole new world has just opened from the floors found below. Cautiously yet brave I venture alone. Peering around each corner of the stair case before walking down the next set of stairs. The boxy spiral U staircase has wide wooden steps with large landings, dark wood with a thick coat of gloss on top. Seven wide steps then a spacious landing, turn the left approaching another set of seven steps then to another spacious landing. The length of each set of stairs could hold about 10 people standing side-by-side on one step and the each landing could hold about 40. The thick banisters placed on the inside of each landing are made from the same wood and thick coat of gloss. Very wide, too wide for anyone to wrap their arms around. Running down I easily push myself away from the banisters.
Once I reach the bottom, I hear hustling about. Shocked to see the life down here. How did this come to be? How did everyone get down here without coming from the main floor several stories up? At the bottom of the stairs, the hallway is formed in a large circle stretching out to a straight wide hallway leading down a long distance. My ears lead me to the left where I hear dishes clinging and people murmuring. My eyes catch the deep red brick walls in the restaurant. I start walking toward the wall when a distinguished library becomes visible to my right. The same deep red brick walls encased with books from floor to high ceiling. Off the center of the dark room sits a large wooden desk with a lamp illuminating the small area around. A large leather chair with a high back sits behind the desk. I look toward the dimly lit restaurant again when a tall male server dressed in black from head to toe catches my eye, he is the first person I have seen so far down here. I can only see the profile of his clean shaven face. A white cloth draping over his left arm, a food tray held up by his right. He slowly moves away from a table when I see two ladies sitting at this table, chatting quietly, not noticing what is going on around them.
I walk back out to the circular hallway. The details in the walls and floor, the art of marbled sculptures throughout, there is so much to look at. Shorter hallways here and there lead off the left and right after leaving the circular hallway to a straight, wide and long hallway. The shorter, sporadic halls have hidden doors. Marble chiseled into the shape of a great animals head lead into apartments. My curiosity still strong, I start to walk toward one of the doors with a crisp white lions head. A few feet away from my hand touching the head, the door begins to open, I quickly run back into the hallway, move behind a standing statue reaching 15 feet and close to 10 feet around. Can anyone see me? Do they care I am there? Should I be down there? My heart racing, trying to act as if I do belong down there, in the hallway. No one seems to be paying any attention to me.
Back in my space I find a couple horses looking in, their stalls just outside my room. Gracefully pass them when I see a few people walking about. They are hear to buy something, a few things. What I can only imagine. Walk to a young couple, they have a few questions about a product or animal, I am not sure. But I do know someone who has the answers. I begin to run up the stairs, floor after floor after floor. Beginning my journey I carry a bread basket lined with a white cloth and one roll. Somewhere in between running and reaching the very top floor to my destination the lone roll now missing. Crumbs and the cloth are all that remain.
A secret meeting was being help in a room (the only room?) at the top floor. upon reaching the top, there was a hallway, not short but not long, at the end of the hallway are three smaller steps from the stair case I had just climbed, leading up to a large wooden door which open toward the hallway. Inside the room was a young German Shepherd, loyal to her owner, who ever that was, and at least three people where I barely saw some body part of them. The voice of a women I do not know but she is the one with the answers the young couple seeks. She must be in the corner of this small room, hidden from outsiders. Not afraid that I have just found out about the secret room (among several others in the building), I firmly state why I am there. Finally I get a response I need and start running down the hall toward the staircase with my crumb filled basket. Reaching the staircase I decide to eaves drop on their conversation. All I hear are murmurs. Without warning, the secret meeting door opens and I hear people shuffling their way out and toward the staircase as they continue to talk. I start running down the stairs hoping not to be caught. Run down seven, slid around the landing with my left hand grasping for the banister, then the next set and so on. Looking down I notice bread crumbs on the glossy, perfect stairs. But I am in a big hurry not to be caught that I do not have time to stop and pick them up. Instead, I try stepping on the crumbs with my stocking toes, as if I am dusting with my feet. All the way to the main floor I notice bread crumbs and all the way I dust them away.
Day is coming to an end. I venture around the corner from where my bedroom is, I notice a hallway which has another bathroom. Getting closer to this bathroom I see another bedroom, large and dark. I walk into the bedroom and realize it is my grandfathers. How can that be? Walking around toward the only window, small in size, I see a ledge above and across. Anyone can see right into the room from that spot. Someone was spying on him. I see the guy now, trying to hide from me. Gray and white hair, beady eyes with spectacles on. Wearing a brim hat but not to disguise, as if he always wears this.
There is a whole new area outside. Many more secret places. Am I with a person or a dog? We get to a place where we have to jump onto the next roof top, I toss the small person or dog onto the roof then I begin my climb. It is then I notice the gap between the roof and where I am is larger than I have initially thought. I just need to move a few of the chopped wood pieces on my right to my left so I can have a great hand hold while I throw my legs up and to the left. As I start moving a few pieces more from the top start tumbling down. This is better for me, so I let all the wood fall from the right side to the left. Finally I get up and on, now where did the small person/dog go?
Back on the ground I come to a petite lady with black short, curly hair and olive skin, her face is thin. Dressed in a flannel shirt and cargo pants, drawing on the ground with chalk. Red and yellow colors graffiti the sidewalk. As if she was sketching the design of a new building. I asked what she was doing and where she will be continuing her drawings. She did not answer me, kept to herself. I became a bit frustrated, I do not like to be ignored. It occurred to me that she is about to draw at a major access point on the property. I ask her if this is her plan. She replies, “Yes, I will be drawing there, they will make another access area.” Not happy with her reply, I become anxious.
There is always a way to solve issues. My idea to solve an issue is to wait for a train to arrive, disengage and the train conductor to move on while leaving a car on the tracks. I sit and wait. Finally, up through the dark earth below the street comes the train as a thick metal cover in the ground opens up making room for the train to pass through. No one around, I quickly climb into the empty train car which is mainly windows all around. There is no bottom, I am lying on the road and track. Belly on the ground I start to get to work. All of a sudden people are walking up to the car and peering inside, thirty or forty people. One lady looks into my eyes while she walks closer and closer and then kicks the car into the hole into the earth, the metal cover again opening to suck me and the car down into darkness, into the unknown. I try yelling, “NO!” but she kicks anyway, no expression on her face. Down the hole I go with the car. My stomach starts to churn and flop not knowing how far down the bottom is. How much longer I will be free falling.
Once I reach the bottom, I hear hustling about. Shocked to see the life down here. How did this come to be? How did everyone get down here without coming from the main floor several stories up? At the bottom of the stairs, the hallway is formed in a large circle stretching out to a straight wide hallway leading down a long distance. My ears lead me to the left where I hear dishes clinging and people murmuring. My eyes catch the deep red brick walls in the restaurant. I start walking toward the wall when a distinguished library becomes visible to my right. The same deep red brick walls encased with books from floor to high ceiling. Off the center of the dark room sits a large wooden desk with a lamp illuminating the small area around. A large leather chair with a high back sits behind the desk. I look toward the dimly lit restaurant again when a tall male server dressed in black from head to toe catches my eye, he is the first person I have seen so far down here. I can only see the profile of his clean shaven face. A white cloth draping over his left arm, a food tray held up by his right. He slowly moves away from a table when I see two ladies sitting at this table, chatting quietly, not noticing what is going on around them.
I walk back out to the circular hallway. The details in the walls and floor, the art of marbled sculptures throughout, there is so much to look at. Shorter hallways here and there lead off the left and right after leaving the circular hallway to a straight, wide and long hallway. The shorter, sporadic halls have hidden doors. Marble chiseled into the shape of a great animals head lead into apartments. My curiosity still strong, I start to walk toward one of the doors with a crisp white lions head. A few feet away from my hand touching the head, the door begins to open, I quickly run back into the hallway, move behind a standing statue reaching 15 feet and close to 10 feet around. Can anyone see me? Do they care I am there? Should I be down there? My heart racing, trying to act as if I do belong down there, in the hallway. No one seems to be paying any attention to me.
Back in my space I find a couple horses looking in, their stalls just outside my room. Gracefully pass them when I see a few people walking about. They are hear to buy something, a few things. What I can only imagine. Walk to a young couple, they have a few questions about a product or animal, I am not sure. But I do know someone who has the answers. I begin to run up the stairs, floor after floor after floor. Beginning my journey I carry a bread basket lined with a white cloth and one roll. Somewhere in between running and reaching the very top floor to my destination the lone roll now missing. Crumbs and the cloth are all that remain.
A secret meeting was being help in a room (the only room?) at the top floor. upon reaching the top, there was a hallway, not short but not long, at the end of the hallway are three smaller steps from the stair case I had just climbed, leading up to a large wooden door which open toward the hallway. Inside the room was a young German Shepherd, loyal to her owner, who ever that was, and at least three people where I barely saw some body part of them. The voice of a women I do not know but she is the one with the answers the young couple seeks. She must be in the corner of this small room, hidden from outsiders. Not afraid that I have just found out about the secret room (among several others in the building), I firmly state why I am there. Finally I get a response I need and start running down the hall toward the staircase with my crumb filled basket. Reaching the staircase I decide to eaves drop on their conversation. All I hear are murmurs. Without warning, the secret meeting door opens and I hear people shuffling their way out and toward the staircase as they continue to talk. I start running down the stairs hoping not to be caught. Run down seven, slid around the landing with my left hand grasping for the banister, then the next set and so on. Looking down I notice bread crumbs on the glossy, perfect stairs. But I am in a big hurry not to be caught that I do not have time to stop and pick them up. Instead, I try stepping on the crumbs with my stocking toes, as if I am dusting with my feet. All the way to the main floor I notice bread crumbs and all the way I dust them away.
Day is coming to an end. I venture around the corner from where my bedroom is, I notice a hallway which has another bathroom. Getting closer to this bathroom I see another bedroom, large and dark. I walk into the bedroom and realize it is my grandfathers. How can that be? Walking around toward the only window, small in size, I see a ledge above and across. Anyone can see right into the room from that spot. Someone was spying on him. I see the guy now, trying to hide from me. Gray and white hair, beady eyes with spectacles on. Wearing a brim hat but not to disguise, as if he always wears this.
There is a whole new area outside. Many more secret places. Am I with a person or a dog? We get to a place where we have to jump onto the next roof top, I toss the small person or dog onto the roof then I begin my climb. It is then I notice the gap between the roof and where I am is larger than I have initially thought. I just need to move a few of the chopped wood pieces on my right to my left so I can have a great hand hold while I throw my legs up and to the left. As I start moving a few pieces more from the top start tumbling down. This is better for me, so I let all the wood fall from the right side to the left. Finally I get up and on, now where did the small person/dog go?
Back on the ground I come to a petite lady with black short, curly hair and olive skin, her face is thin. Dressed in a flannel shirt and cargo pants, drawing on the ground with chalk. Red and yellow colors graffiti the sidewalk. As if she was sketching the design of a new building. I asked what she was doing and where she will be continuing her drawings. She did not answer me, kept to herself. I became a bit frustrated, I do not like to be ignored. It occurred to me that she is about to draw at a major access point on the property. I ask her if this is her plan. She replies, “Yes, I will be drawing there, they will make another access area.” Not happy with her reply, I become anxious.
There is always a way to solve issues. My idea to solve an issue is to wait for a train to arrive, disengage and the train conductor to move on while leaving a car on the tracks. I sit and wait. Finally, up through the dark earth below the street comes the train as a thick metal cover in the ground opens up making room for the train to pass through. No one around, I quickly climb into the empty train car which is mainly windows all around. There is no bottom, I am lying on the road and track. Belly on the ground I start to get to work. All of a sudden people are walking up to the car and peering inside, thirty or forty people. One lady looks into my eyes while she walks closer and closer and then kicks the car into the hole into the earth, the metal cover again opening to suck me and the car down into darkness, into the unknown. I try yelling, “NO!” but she kicks anyway, no expression on her face. Down the hole I go with the car. My stomach starts to churn and flop not knowing how far down the bottom is. How much longer I will be free falling.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Where do all the birds go?
A few months ago a new development came into town. The home, barn, ranch and trees were torn down immediately. In one of those trees was an eagles nest fit for two. Without warning, both eagles were homeless, moved far away to rebuild another. Just a few days ago the remaining trees which outlined the property were tore out. In one of those trees was a hawk's nest not to mention the several other bird species that were homeless within minutes and the creatures big and small who called that area home or at least a resting spot.
Did this construction company check with the city or the Utah Division of Wildlife on how to properly move the animals home without destruction? My heart says probably not and my mind says check further before placing too much blame on careless heartless souls who are only after the money to sit in their bank account as they grow richer and our natural wildlife dwindles. Too harsh?
Did this construction company check with the city or the Utah Division of Wildlife on how to properly move the animals home without destruction? My heart says probably not and my mind says check further before placing too much blame on careless heartless souls who are only after the money to sit in their bank account as they grow richer and our natural wildlife dwindles. Too harsh?
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tonight's Experiment
Craving the delicious salmon salad I had from La Jolla Groves in Provo, UT on Tuesday I decided to create my own tonight. My compliments to the Chef at this restaurant, the glaze prepared for this dish is unlike any I have had, buttery, fruit tangy, and a few other tastes all mixed into one.
For my dinner tonight I sauteed two garlic cloves in olive oil for a few minutes then added Hawaiian sea salt and fresh pepper, a drizzle of honey and juice of 1/2 fresh orange, let this sit for a couple minutes. Then placed the salmon on the pan and added the rest of the other 1/2 of fresh orange juice on top, covered the pan and let cook about 5 minutes. I then poured white wine into this mix and simmered covered for another 15 minutes.
Topped my salad with this tasty treat with added chopped apple and fresh lemon juice for the dressing. I prepared to keep half of this 5oz salmon for lunch tomorrow but it was too damn good I ate it all.
I will trying this one again for sure...maybe even as soon as tomorrow!
For my dinner tonight I sauteed two garlic cloves in olive oil for a few minutes then added Hawaiian sea salt and fresh pepper, a drizzle of honey and juice of 1/2 fresh orange, let this sit for a couple minutes. Then placed the salmon on the pan and added the rest of the other 1/2 of fresh orange juice on top, covered the pan and let cook about 5 minutes. I then poured white wine into this mix and simmered covered for another 15 minutes.
Topped my salad with this tasty treat with added chopped apple and fresh lemon juice for the dressing. I prepared to keep half of this 5oz salmon for lunch tomorrow but it was too damn good I ate it all.
I will trying this one again for sure...maybe even as soon as tomorrow!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Yes Sir, May I Have Another!
I am becoming quite the experimental cook! Last night I made another tasty chicken dish. Where did I step out from? I am confident in creating, in viewing a recipe and contouring it to taste and of course whatever is hanging out in the fridge.
Here are the steps I took:
Sauteed red onions with a few cloves of garlic in a generous dousing of olive oil over medium heat. Laying the sea salted chicken breasts on top for a few minutes each side. A few ounces of white wine poured into the pan and simmered on low for about 15-20 minutes. About five minutes left of cooking time I added a mix of Dijon mustard mixed with sour cream. This thickened the sauce a bit and created a more flavorful bite to the chicken.
Each day should bring about a learning lesson, right? That night I learned that if you cook in a sauce, serve the sauce on the plate as well. Some of you right now are mumbling, "Of course, jeez." But I am sure there are a couple of you saying, "What a great idea!" And here I pass my learning experience on to you.
For reasons unknown to me, I did not take any photos of this creation. I guess that means I have to make it again soon to take a photo to post on this entry. Twist my arm.
What next will I try? If you have any ideas for me, please share.
Happy eating!
Here are the steps I took:
Sauteed red onions with a few cloves of garlic in a generous dousing of olive oil over medium heat. Laying the sea salted chicken breasts on top for a few minutes each side. A few ounces of white wine poured into the pan and simmered on low for about 15-20 minutes. About five minutes left of cooking time I added a mix of Dijon mustard mixed with sour cream. This thickened the sauce a bit and created a more flavorful bite to the chicken.
Each day should bring about a learning lesson, right? That night I learned that if you cook in a sauce, serve the sauce on the plate as well. Some of you right now are mumbling, "Of course, jeez." But I am sure there are a couple of you saying, "What a great idea!" And here I pass my learning experience on to you.
For reasons unknown to me, I did not take any photos of this creation. I guess that means I have to make it again soon to take a photo to post on this entry. Twist my arm.
What next will I try? If you have any ideas for me, please share.
Happy eating!
Damn Good Chicken
The other night I made a chicken dish after watching a video of a charming guy making the same dish, but I opted out of buying the chicken pieces with bones in. Gennaro's Chicken with Chilli, Garlic and Rosemary.
Gennaro made it look so simple and fun. This dish was simple to make, but I think he had more fun in filming than I did in making. Fun or not, the results of my attempt at this dish? A keeper! Greg loved it, I loved it, what more do you need from two of the pickiest people in the world. The chicken had a taste of sweet and slightly robust with the meat so tender and juicy.
A generous amount of olive oil heated in the pan, the sea salt and pepper coated chicken, cubed 2x2, sizzled for a couple minutes on one side while I added the garlic (peel off), chilli and rosemary sprigs. After about five minutes I flipped the chicken and sauteed for another five minutes. Then came a long pour of red wine for the chicken to simmer in for another thirty minutes, or until the sauce was thickened and small in proportion. Yes folks, that is it. Simple yet delectable!
I did pour myself a couple ounces of the same Merlot I used in cooking, but not having wine for over a month, it was very sweet for my palette. Sadly, I was not able to drink the wine that night. Fear not, I will drink wine again!
Gennaro made it look so simple and fun. This dish was simple to make, but I think he had more fun in filming than I did in making. Fun or not, the results of my attempt at this dish? A keeper! Greg loved it, I loved it, what more do you need from two of the pickiest people in the world. The chicken had a taste of sweet and slightly robust with the meat so tender and juicy.
A generous amount of olive oil heated in the pan, the sea salt and pepper coated chicken, cubed 2x2, sizzled for a couple minutes on one side while I added the garlic (peel off), chilli and rosemary sprigs. After about five minutes I flipped the chicken and sauteed for another five minutes. Then came a long pour of red wine for the chicken to simmer in for another thirty minutes, or until the sauce was thickened and small in proportion. Yes folks, that is it. Simple yet delectable!
I did pour myself a couple ounces of the same Merlot I used in cooking, but not having wine for over a month, it was very sweet for my palette. Sadly, I was not able to drink the wine that night. Fear not, I will drink wine again!
Sunday, April 28, 2013
My Elimination Diet
The past 12 days I have been eliminating many foods and drinks from my diet to rid my body of toxins holding too much yeast, more specifically, candida. Coffee and black tea were my hardest to eliminate, but after the fifth day it got easier and now I don't need them anymore. Funny how caffeine truly affects the body. In fact, I almost took my french press, coffee bean grinder and coffee maker out the storage shed to be put away for good. All items in my arms, door open the thought popped up, "maybe you are being too irrational Byrnes." It is like to me to do a house cleanse as I am doing a detox/elimination cleanse. Not sure if I will go back to coffee or black tea so perhaps I ought to have taken those item into storage.
Other items I have eliminated are chocolate, red vines, fruit, crackers, croutons, potatoes, pasta, vinegar, alcohol. anything with excess sugar. Limiting myself on carbohydrates greatly, even though I should not eat them at all. Eating Clinton's Jack Spratt bread and Great Grains Bakery marble rye bread. I would like to say I have not had wine the same time as caffeine, but Friday I had Sake and loved it! Saturday morning I woke to red, puffy eyes again.
I hear you asking, "What do you eat?" Veggies of course, Greek Gods plain yogurt, lean protein like chicken and fish, I do throw in a red meat here and there. The meat we buy is raised without hormones and that is where I make my excuses for red meat. I have been making mean smoothies with kale, spinach, cucumbers, lemon, mint, coconut oil, Garden of Life's Super Seed, and a splash of water, I call this smoothie The Hulk, it is nothing but green and packed full of nutrients.
Saturday I read about the oil pulling method and have tried, excited to try it again and again. From my research, results will not be immediate for my symptoms but are a sure fire within 90 days. I weened myself from caffeine, I can do this! There are more benefits to oil pulling then balancing yeast in the body, it is said to help/eliminate gum disease, cavities, arthritis, warts, the list goes on. Of course this is what I have read and do not know for certain but I am giving it a try with coconut oil since this oil has tons of antibacterial benefits!
A stricter diet is necessary for my results to show, but please, a handful of things at a time.
Other items I have eliminated are chocolate, red vines, fruit, crackers, croutons, potatoes, pasta, vinegar, alcohol. anything with excess sugar. Limiting myself on carbohydrates greatly, even though I should not eat them at all. Eating Clinton's Jack Spratt bread and Great Grains Bakery marble rye bread. I would like to say I have not had wine the same time as caffeine, but Friday I had Sake and loved it! Saturday morning I woke to red, puffy eyes again.
I hear you asking, "What do you eat?" Veggies of course, Greek Gods plain yogurt, lean protein like chicken and fish, I do throw in a red meat here and there. The meat we buy is raised without hormones and that is where I make my excuses for red meat. I have been making mean smoothies with kale, spinach, cucumbers, lemon, mint, coconut oil, Garden of Life's Super Seed, and a splash of water, I call this smoothie The Hulk, it is nothing but green and packed full of nutrients.
Saturday I read about the oil pulling method and have tried, excited to try it again and again. From my research, results will not be immediate for my symptoms but are a sure fire within 90 days. I weened myself from caffeine, I can do this! There are more benefits to oil pulling then balancing yeast in the body, it is said to help/eliminate gum disease, cavities, arthritis, warts, the list goes on. Of course this is what I have read and do not know for certain but I am giving it a try with coconut oil since this oil has tons of antibacterial benefits!
A stricter diet is necessary for my results to show, but please, a handful of things at a time.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Living It!
Reading through my LinkedIn activity, I came upon this quote by Jake Ducey:
Here's to living and getting out there!
photo by officialtherefromhere.com
There's a difference between learning it and living it. "Learning it" means knowing what's possible but never testing the limits. "Living it" means courageously stepping toward your wildest dreams. ~ Jake DuceyIsn't it odd how some quotes, some words of wisdom hit you in the head and make you stop and think? This quote did if for me, a part of me wanted to shout out "Yes! What the hell am I doing right now?" as visions of what I want to do, need to do and hope to do race through my mind; life is too short to sit, watch, and read about what others are doing. I need to step back and re-evaluate where I am and get back on track where I need to be. Sitting down to write out my goals for the next six months, year, five years and ten years will help me get back on track! Time to undo what has been happening and get back to LIVING!
Here's to living and getting out there!
photo by officialtherefromhere.com
Monday, April 15, 2013
Getting Back On
A while ago I saw a chiropractor/kinesiology doctor where I learned I had a yeast infection throughout my body, started in my ears, possibly from the ear surgery I had as a kid. He sent me home with a bottle of Zymex and Spanish Black Radish tablets and a 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper with a list of foods to eat and not to eat; basically, anything with sugar or caffeine I have to avoid, like coffee and wine (can you hear my tears hitting the floor and a low moan crying "Nooooooo"?).
The list of foods I can eat is not much of a compromise for me but limits me greatly, I still get my smoothies every day but I have been trying to put in less fruits and add more vegetables, also switching to plain, nonfat yogurt and away from the strawberry and honey flavored yogurt I was addicted too. Obviously I quit for a long time and since then have had tremendous happenings with my body, like what my face is going through right now. Doing more research about my condition it sounds like a bad case of candida.
So here I am trying to get back on the list of foods to avoid which means no wine, no caffeine, no excessive cheese (I can eat my Swiss cheese) no carbs like pastas and breads, no sugars, ah, what else can't I eat?
Here is what I can eat: veggies, limited fruits, sweet potatoes raw, rice first browned in a skillet, sprout bread, plain nonfat yogurt, and Swiss cheese! Sure there is more but I have misplaced this sheet and am trying to go off memory.
Last night and today I have been applying Panolog and applying Red Clay mud to my face in between hoping to reduce the swelling and redness. My face looked better this morning than the past two mornings; I didn't know who I was looking in the mirror.
I have noticed my symptoms have increased greatly since I have been not taking birth control pills for almost eight months now, reading about my condition has said again and again birth control pills increase the chances of candida. Bye bye nasty shit, get outta my body!
I do want to document my progress through out, and hopefully have that page come up on a search engine for another who is desperate to heal their bodies.
If you have any food suggestions for me, please pass them over! I am sure I will be hitting my head against the cupboard not knowing what to make often.
So far today I have had one cup of tea with caffeine (oops), a cup of plain yogurt with Super Seed, a green smoothie with kale, spinach, celery, carrot, lemon, and cucumber, rye bread (oops) and tea without caffeine (yay) and water! Getting hungry though, lunch time is approaching.
The list of foods I can eat is not much of a compromise for me but limits me greatly, I still get my smoothies every day but I have been trying to put in less fruits and add more vegetables, also switching to plain, nonfat yogurt and away from the strawberry and honey flavored yogurt I was addicted too. Obviously I quit for a long time and since then have had tremendous happenings with my body, like what my face is going through right now. Doing more research about my condition it sounds like a bad case of candida.
So here I am trying to get back on the list of foods to avoid which means no wine, no caffeine, no excessive cheese (I can eat my Swiss cheese) no carbs like pastas and breads, no sugars, ah, what else can't I eat?
Here is what I can eat: veggies, limited fruits, sweet potatoes raw, rice first browned in a skillet, sprout bread, plain nonfat yogurt, and Swiss cheese! Sure there is more but I have misplaced this sheet and am trying to go off memory.
Last night and today I have been applying Panolog and applying Red Clay mud to my face in between hoping to reduce the swelling and redness. My face looked better this morning than the past two mornings; I didn't know who I was looking in the mirror.
I have noticed my symptoms have increased greatly since I have been not taking birth control pills for almost eight months now, reading about my condition has said again and again birth control pills increase the chances of candida. Bye bye nasty shit, get outta my body!
I do want to document my progress through out, and hopefully have that page come up on a search engine for another who is desperate to heal their bodies.
If you have any food suggestions for me, please pass them over! I am sure I will be hitting my head against the cupboard not knowing what to make often.
So far today I have had one cup of tea with caffeine (oops), a cup of plain yogurt with Super Seed, a green smoothie with kale, spinach, celery, carrot, lemon, and cucumber, rye bread (oops) and tea without caffeine (yay) and water! Getting hungry though, lunch time is approaching.
Green and Tasty!
Today's smoothie was made with 3 kale leaves, a handful of spinach, 1 celery stalk, 1 carrot shaved, 1/2 of lemon, 1 cucumber & a small spoonful of chia seeds. Delicious!
Perhaps a 1/4 of lemon for tomorrow's with one more carrot & celery.
Perhaps a 1/4 of lemon for tomorrow's with one more carrot & celery.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
It's Time
For the past two months my eyelids have expressed their disappointment in me, red, flakey, swollen. The symptoms disappeared for a few days but then came back worse than before. For the past three days now, I have woken up with eyes so swollen its hard to open them and it looks as if someone punched my right eye real good. Sunken eyes, puffy cheeks, nose and a crooked smile.
I have been taking Claritin D for three days now and Ibuprofen for two; the swelling went down a little bit last night but this morning has proven that someone truly does need to change.
My first change is a diet detox! That's right, no sugar, no caffeine, no alcohol, no carbs. Basically vegetables, fruit, yogurt, Swiss cheese, and teas. Smoothies, get ready because you are about to be consumed! If this doesn't work then on to plan b; haven't thought about plan b yet but when it comes to me and if I need it, then it shall be.
Here is a scary picture of my face...
I have been taking Claritin D for three days now and Ibuprofen for two; the swelling went down a little bit last night but this morning has proven that someone truly does need to change.
My first change is a diet detox! That's right, no sugar, no caffeine, no alcohol, no carbs. Basically vegetables, fruit, yogurt, Swiss cheese, and teas. Smoothies, get ready because you are about to be consumed! If this doesn't work then on to plan b; haven't thought about plan b yet but when it comes to me and if I need it, then it shall be.
Here is a scary picture of my face...
Friday, April 12, 2013
The Best Gift Ever
This goes to out to the 3 A's and a B! You girls are amazing, talented and loving, thank you for supporting me through school and seeing me come to the end of my journey, at least this journey, be prepared for many more adventures I find. What you did today touched the deepest gratitude of me!
It is so rewarding to give whatever I have, time usually, to those who cannot speak for themselves as I walk, feed, play and clean with the most amazing dogs who are waiting for their forever homes at No More Homeless Pets in Utah (Now part of Best Friends), for their forever family who will never leave them. I know each dog and several other animals will get their chance and leave their horrible pasts behind them.
I know I have mentioned it a few times to different people throughout the years that the best gift for me will be a gift to an animal rehabilitation organization, and to have my girls listen and remember is remarkable! Their contributions to Best Friends Animal Society was made today in honor of my up coming graduation!!! Your lives are forever blessed, like they weren't already with the love of dogs in your homes, karma is good to you.
Below is the email I received today:
To learn more about best friends, visit www.bestfriends.org
It is so rewarding to give whatever I have, time usually, to those who cannot speak for themselves as I walk, feed, play and clean with the most amazing dogs who are waiting for their forever homes at No More Homeless Pets in Utah (Now part of Best Friends), for their forever family who will never leave them. I know each dog and several other animals will get their chance and leave their horrible pasts behind them.
I know I have mentioned it a few times to different people throughout the years that the best gift for me will be a gift to an animal rehabilitation organization, and to have my girls listen and remember is remarkable! Their contributions to Best Friends Animal Society was made today in honor of my up coming graduation!!! Your lives are forever blessed, like they weren't already with the love of dogs in your homes, karma is good to you.
Below is the email I received today:
Best Friends Animal Society is the nation's largest no-kill sanctuary
for homeless, abused or abandoned pets. Nestled in Angel Canyon, the
sanctuary looks out over the spectacular red rock country of southern
Utah. On any given day, the sanctuary is a healing home-between-homes
for about 1700 animals. The majority of these are special-needs pets who
need medical care, training, or just time to heal emotionally. Once
they're ready for adoption, they move on to new lives and into good
homes with caring people across the country.
A tribute gift, such as the one that was made here, helps give hope to animals in need while honoring those we love.
A tribute gift, such as the one that was made here, helps give hope to animals in need while honoring those we love.
Congratulations Angela! We
are lucky to have you in our lives... congrats on your achievement and
good luck with your amazing future!
Love you Girl!
Amber
Brenda
Allison
Love you Girl!
Amber
Brenda
Allison
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Having a Rough Morning?
Having a rough morning?
Place your hand over your heart.
Place your hand over your heart.
Feel that?
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You're alive for a reason.
Don't give up!
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Monday, March 18, 2013
I Am
I'm strong because I know my weakness. I'm wise because I've been foolish. I laugh because I've known sadness.
Having a challenge finding the author of this quote to give proper credit but have post it now. Help me out if you know who it is.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
I have nailed it!
The luck of the third adventure. St. Paddy's Day must be around the corner with the abundance of my luck these past few days. Tonight's luck rests in the scraped empty pot of my best cheese sauce for 'Mac n Cheese'.
Here is what I carefully placed in the pot:
small container of whipping cream
tablespoon of butter
almost one cup of milk
few dashes of cayenne pepper, I know the spiciness I like and went one dash less
couple shakes of nutmeg
quite a few grinds of black pepper
three pinches of Hawaiian sea salt
Once all the above ingredients were sitting pretty in the pot, I began to stir them together. When this was hot (heated on a low to low-medium temperature) I added approximately three cups of shredded Tillamook Vintage Aged White Cheddar and a handful of shredded Tillamook Medium Cheddar. When the cheese was melted, I added a tablespoon of wheat flour.
When the cheese mix was about halfway done, in a separate pan I sauteed red onions, left in ring formation, in olive oil then placed the fresh squeezed orange juice marinated chicken breasts on top of onions for about a minute then brought the onions on top of the chicken as the breasts lay flat on the pan.
Continually stirring the cheese mixture then chopped the chicken into larger than bite size pieces (at least larger for me), tossed them into the cheese mix then topped the perfectly boiled elbow macaroni (a few seconds after al dente) with the scrumptious cheese and chicken mixture.
I will use this cheese again and again for many more mac n cheese dishes; the consistency of the cheese mixture was what I have been wanting and the taste...oh my god so delicious. Salty and creamy and smooth, wrapped up into each bite.
I have nailed my mac n cheese recipe and am prepared to make it again!
Here is what I carefully placed in the pot:
small container of whipping cream
tablespoon of butter
almost one cup of milk
few dashes of cayenne pepper, I know the spiciness I like and went one dash less
couple shakes of nutmeg
quite a few grinds of black pepper
three pinches of Hawaiian sea salt
Once all the above ingredients were sitting pretty in the pot, I began to stir them together. When this was hot (heated on a low to low-medium temperature) I added approximately three cups of shredded Tillamook Vintage Aged White Cheddar and a handful of shredded Tillamook Medium Cheddar. When the cheese was melted, I added a tablespoon of wheat flour.
When the cheese mix was about halfway done, in a separate pan I sauteed red onions, left in ring formation, in olive oil then placed the fresh squeezed orange juice marinated chicken breasts on top of onions for about a minute then brought the onions on top of the chicken as the breasts lay flat on the pan.
Continually stirring the cheese mixture then chopped the chicken into larger than bite size pieces (at least larger for me), tossed them into the cheese mix then topped the perfectly boiled elbow macaroni (a few seconds after al dente) with the scrumptious cheese and chicken mixture.
I will use this cheese again and again for many more mac n cheese dishes; the consistency of the cheese mixture was what I have been wanting and the taste...oh my god so delicious. Salty and creamy and smooth, wrapped up into each bite.
I have nailed my mac n cheese recipe and am prepared to make it again!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
My Ideas, Networked
The first time I watched this TedTalk I was not fully engaged and I blame my surroundings on this. Sitting in my three hour, once a week class trying to learn how to become a successful Entrepreneur, in a four story, old brick building, the walls breathing is labored heavily with decades of knowledge, frustration and laughter, still standing but not as tall as each brick once had; the small classroom, comfortable for 40 people standing shoulder to shoulder, yet there are just as many desks and chairs in the room as there are people.
The room stuffy and closed with an asylum feel even with a few ceiling to desk windows on the north side of the classroom; yet these large windows are not allowed to be open and free the stale air, to free the stale lifeless students. Hard, thick, unmovable plastic make up the chairs sitting sternly on metal legs with the smallest area underneath the seat to place a pencil holder or very small book or a tiny purse on the metal basket which is too easily kicked when the person sitting snug behind changes their leg crossing or begins fidgeting. The wooden desk attached to the same metal meeting the chair gives little room for a book to lie open and encourage note taking, a wooden armrest on the right side stretching out as if it will help the student be comfortable. One can only sit erect in these chairs because of their hardend disposition, no slumping or hugging the back of the chair. Did I mention I am in business attire?
Now here in the comfort of my large, cushioned, form fitting chair where I can bring my feet up and let my back rest into the contour of the backrest as the chair hugs me and swivels a small amount to the right until my knees gently bump up against my desk, my big desk that holds so many items and still enough room to have two books open! The leisures of sweatpants and hoodies. I sink into my chair another inch, type into youtube, "Steve Johnson first coffeehouse and the first result appears "Steve Johnson: Where Good Ideas Come From (Good Ideas)." I press play, click an icon and the video fits snug on my screen. I lean back into my comfortable chair a little further and begin my second adventure.
This time I am hearing more of Mr. Johnson, hearing him telling me to put down my glass of wine because great ideas come from a fresh mind, a mind not tired. There are many times when wine assists in my writing and thinking, but maybe he has something here. Perhaps wine comes into the picture once I have an idea and have been successful of networking my idea with others to make my idea great! Mr. Johnson says, "An Idea Is A Network", at first hesitant to believe this but thinking more about the process of an idea from infancy and watching it grow to a product or a service does require other minds to say, "Try this," or "Don't use that," or maybe "Do it this way and note the difference from the other?" Networking is great for individuals excelling in their careers, how can it go wrong for networking your idea. The tricky part, at least for me, is where are my ideas? I know they are there, hiding behind the door quietly breathing not to give themselves away too quickly, waiting to yell, "Boo! You found me!" Funny thing is, I don't find myself being startled, jumping back as I scream, "AUGH!"
The room stuffy and closed with an asylum feel even with a few ceiling to desk windows on the north side of the classroom; yet these large windows are not allowed to be open and free the stale air, to free the stale lifeless students. Hard, thick, unmovable plastic make up the chairs sitting sternly on metal legs with the smallest area underneath the seat to place a pencil holder or very small book or a tiny purse on the metal basket which is too easily kicked when the person sitting snug behind changes their leg crossing or begins fidgeting. The wooden desk attached to the same metal meeting the chair gives little room for a book to lie open and encourage note taking, a wooden armrest on the right side stretching out as if it will help the student be comfortable. One can only sit erect in these chairs because of their hardend disposition, no slumping or hugging the back of the chair. Did I mention I am in business attire?
Now here in the comfort of my large, cushioned, form fitting chair where I can bring my feet up and let my back rest into the contour of the backrest as the chair hugs me and swivels a small amount to the right until my knees gently bump up against my desk, my big desk that holds so many items and still enough room to have two books open! The leisures of sweatpants and hoodies. I sink into my chair another inch, type into youtube, "Steve Johnson first coffeehouse and the first result appears "Steve Johnson: Where Good Ideas Come From (Good Ideas)." I press play, click an icon and the video fits snug on my screen. I lean back into my comfortable chair a little further and begin my second adventure.
This time I am hearing more of Mr. Johnson, hearing him telling me to put down my glass of wine because great ideas come from a fresh mind, a mind not tired. There are many times when wine assists in my writing and thinking, but maybe he has something here. Perhaps wine comes into the picture once I have an idea and have been successful of networking my idea with others to make my idea great! Mr. Johnson says, "An Idea Is A Network", at first hesitant to believe this but thinking more about the process of an idea from infancy and watching it grow to a product or a service does require other minds to say, "Try this," or "Don't use that," or maybe "Do it this way and note the difference from the other?" Networking is great for individuals excelling in their careers, how can it go wrong for networking your idea. The tricky part, at least for me, is where are my ideas? I know they are there, hiding behind the door quietly breathing not to give themselves away too quickly, waiting to yell, "Boo! You found me!" Funny thing is, I don't find myself being startled, jumping back as I scream, "AUGH!"
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Look ! Look! Look!
How irresistibly cute is this elephant?! I have seen videos of elephant playing in a little water and a bit of mud, but never the ocean. And not long will I be able to see elephants do what they do...close to their habitat, in a sanctuary.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
And This is How My Monday Played Out...
Have you ever woken up one morning, feeling fresh from a pretty good nights sleep and eager to submerge your body, mind and soul either into yoga, or running, or what ever your exercise fix may be? Not soon after your feet touch the floor and you begin your routine of taking the dog out, starting a pot of coffee and just being for a few moments, you notice something is not right, you are not 100%. Sick? Stressed? What is it?
Coffee was wonderful just as the quiet morning I was enjoying; the birds, chickens, dogs and horses trying to be louder than the traffic picking up on the roads. My feet firmly on the mat, body aligned, hands at heart center I softly tell myself my intention for the mornings practice. Yet, something is still not right; my breathing, why does it hurt? No, its not my breathe, what is this? Continue my practice because great prana heals everything, right? Half way into my practice I start to form into one of my favorite poses (I have many favorites), on my knees, body tall, reaching back to hold onto my feet, arching my back into a perfect camels pose, breathing, ommm, so nice! Wait, my god the pain just got worse. Tight? No, that's not it. A pressure I don't remember ever having before. Did someone strap a 300 pound brick to me? Oh the pain.
Finished my practice a bit early because of my confusion. Set myself up to study before my meeting and then class. The pain does not leave, in fact it is getting stronger, more defined. At 1pm I feel tears escaping my eyes, falling down my cheeks, and dripping onto the desk. Reality is setting in, this could be big, epic, can I stop it from happening? Is it happening? No, no, I am putting too much thought into this, it can't be; sure I am 40 but I am healthy, I eat well, practice yoga, and when the weather and air are good I run and always up for a hike (even though it has been some time). Nope, I am healthy so it has to be something else. Has to.
This could be effects of a cold, the flu, stress. But not that. A few conversations, one quiet aggressive, with my love and it occurs to me that I am being selfish and afraid, afraid of money that will be invested, money I do not have at the moment, nor the insurance. Getting a grip on my reality I go to the one place I didn't want to go. Two an half hours later, two IV's attempts later, someone passing out, wires and stickers and numbers and... nothing. I seem to be a healthy 40 year old. So what is it?
Coffee was wonderful just as the quiet morning I was enjoying; the birds, chickens, dogs and horses trying to be louder than the traffic picking up on the roads. My feet firmly on the mat, body aligned, hands at heart center I softly tell myself my intention for the mornings practice. Yet, something is still not right; my breathing, why does it hurt? No, its not my breathe, what is this? Continue my practice because great prana heals everything, right? Half way into my practice I start to form into one of my favorite poses (I have many favorites), on my knees, body tall, reaching back to hold onto my feet, arching my back into a perfect camels pose, breathing, ommm, so nice! Wait, my god the pain just got worse. Tight? No, that's not it. A pressure I don't remember ever having before. Did someone strap a 300 pound brick to me? Oh the pain.
Finished my practice a bit early because of my confusion. Set myself up to study before my meeting and then class. The pain does not leave, in fact it is getting stronger, more defined. At 1pm I feel tears escaping my eyes, falling down my cheeks, and dripping onto the desk. Reality is setting in, this could be big, epic, can I stop it from happening? Is it happening? No, no, I am putting too much thought into this, it can't be; sure I am 40 but I am healthy, I eat well, practice yoga, and when the weather and air are good I run and always up for a hike (even though it has been some time). Nope, I am healthy so it has to be something else. Has to.
This could be effects of a cold, the flu, stress. But not that. A few conversations, one quiet aggressive, with my love and it occurs to me that I am being selfish and afraid, afraid of money that will be invested, money I do not have at the moment, nor the insurance. Getting a grip on my reality I go to the one place I didn't want to go. Two an half hours later, two IV's attempts later, someone passing out, wires and stickers and numbers and... nothing. I seem to be a healthy 40 year old. So what is it?
Friday, January 25, 2013
Mac & Cheese
My first attempt at making homemade mac and cheese was a few hours ago. The results were good; yet, my taste buds were ready for something creamer. Don't get me wrong, it was easy to eat and I am excited to have more of it tomorrow. My next adventure with this dish will be with more butter and possible more milk, and some other cheeses thrown in there too, like Gruyere or perhaps Swiss...I wonder how goats cheese would work in here.
The recipe I followed was one by Rachael Ray and she just had one cheese listed, shard cheddar, so I went with one cheese (she did call for white, I used yellow...a bit rebellious). Oh man, I should have taken a picture to add here, if you are lucky I will take one tomorrow of the leftovers.
Any other suggestions you have to make my next sauce more incredible please feel free to comment.
I am no longer afraid of the kitchen!
The recipe I followed was one by Rachael Ray and she just had one cheese listed, shard cheddar, so I went with one cheese (she did call for white, I used yellow...a bit rebellious). Oh man, I should have taken a picture to add here, if you are lucky I will take one tomorrow of the leftovers.
Any other suggestions you have to make my next sauce more incredible please feel free to comment.
I am no longer afraid of the kitchen!
Friday, January 18, 2013
Click Here to Laugh
Throughout this blog I have a few hilarious video links; view them anytime for a quick "pick-me-up".
A long week wrapping up for me, at least for classes and my intern postion but not the papers and readings I have ahead of me this weekend; anyway, sipping on a glass of wine Thursday night, winding down by hanging out with Kaya, listening to her sigh deeply now and then because I am not giving her 100% of my attention, checking my emails and seeing what 'good' news there may be on the internet.
My string of laughter, tears streaming down my face laughter started with reading the article in OMG about the comment Michael J. Fox said about his son dating Taylor Swift,
A long week wrapping up for me, at least for classes and my intern postion but not the papers and readings I have ahead of me this weekend; anyway, sipping on a glass of wine Thursday night, winding down by hanging out with Kaya, listening to her sigh deeply now and then because I am not giving her 100% of my attention, checking my emails and seeing what 'good' news there may be on the internet.
My string of laughter, tears streaming down my face laughter started with reading the article in OMG about the comment Michael J. Fox said about his son dating Taylor Swift,
"No. No...Just back off," Fox said. "I don't keep up with it all. But Taylor Swift writes songs about everybody she goes out with, right?"
“Right,” they replied.
"What a way to build a career,” Fox said.The interviewer then asked Fox how he would react if Swift showed up to a Fox family dinner.
"I wouldn’t even know who she was," he said, before agreeing it would dawn on him when the eventual breakup song hit the radio. "'Sam, You Piece of S--t.' Oh … that was the girl you brought home!
(Read the article here)
Like I said, that is where it started. A link to a video of the recent 70's Annual Grammy's showed Fey and Poehler cracking a joke about it (Things Get Sloppy), Mind you, it is just me, watching, giggling, laughing. Without hesitation, I click on their opening video segment from the Grammy's (Fey and Poehler) and again, laugh streaming down my cheeks The next video clip to watch is Wig and Ferrel on introducing nominees, (Wig and Ferrell), oh my more laughter too easily escapes from inside. Great talent people, great talent.
But wait, there's more! From there I click on another video of Ferrell and Galifianakis in a debate with children, (Ferrell and Galifianakis), how do they come up with this stuff? I was laughing so much my wine was being neglected.
There were no wrong clicks last night, people; all fun which lifted my spirits, not that my spirits were down, these funny people just lifted my spirits higher. Link after link after link, laughter with each. Tears of laughter mind you!
I dare you to click on one and not laugh! Double dog dare you... ;-)
If you have any favorite funny videos, please tell me where to click, always in the mood for a great laugh!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Light of the Bum
Going from one website, quickly to another then another, following this link from that link to that one on the bottom of a page. Whew, it is fun yet can leave me feeling dizzy or tired, but when I come upon a picture like this, it is easy to forget the time lost and realize to giggle and live in the now.
It all started when I was searching on HGTV's website to register for their 2013 Dream House as I have HGTV channel on the tv watching House Hunters International; the segment featured was of the Fussell's finding a home in Denmark. Their background intrigued me as the husband has worked with non-profits for many years where he was able to travel the world on several projects. His wife was always able to join him on each venture, they were fortunate enough to raise a family while living in several countries. This is definitely what I want to do, I am yearning for this actually; with each semester under my belt and more knowledge of what I want my career to be like, non-profits is the path I am taking. And to be able to take my education and passion worldwide is my future, near future.
Anyway, searching for the Fussell's blog site, http://travelingmama.net/, I came upon it and found they have a twitter account; yes, I am now following her and hope she contacts me because I have many questions to ask her and her husband! But before I found the right site, I came across fussel.tumblr.com where I found this hilarious picture.
Without further ado, here is what you really came for...
Even you smiled! ;-D
Cheers!
It all started when I was searching on HGTV's website to register for their 2013 Dream House as I have HGTV channel on the tv watching House Hunters International; the segment featured was of the Fussell's finding a home in Denmark. Their background intrigued me as the husband has worked with non-profits for many years where he was able to travel the world on several projects. His wife was always able to join him on each venture, they were fortunate enough to raise a family while living in several countries. This is definitely what I want to do, I am yearning for this actually; with each semester under my belt and more knowledge of what I want my career to be like, non-profits is the path I am taking. And to be able to take my education and passion worldwide is my future, near future.
Anyway, searching for the Fussell's blog site, http://travelingmama.net/, I came upon it and found they have a twitter account; yes, I am now following her and hope she contacts me because I have many questions to ask her and her husband! But before I found the right site, I came across fussel.tumblr.com where I found this hilarious picture.
Without further ado, here is what you really came for...
Cheers!
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