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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 7:42 PM
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I spent all day yesterday making an outstanding (if I do say so myself ) pot of Gumbo. I threw everything into it but the kitchen sink, I then I made it even more scrumptious by serving it in a sourdough bread bowl. I can't even begin to think about the calorie content, sometimes you just have to "let the good times roll!"
written by Joyce Gray at 8:47 PM
Monday, August 29, 2011
1. For my back yard, there is nothing more relaxing than sitting on the patio (under the umbrella, still can't have sun) watching Iz run around and play. Sometimes I have music, sometimes a book, sometimes I just sit and listen to birds.
2. That I came to my senses before my Mama passed and realized I might want to know how to cook. Thank goodness she had time to teach me some of her secrets and now I love to cook.(my sisters think I am crazy).
3. That most stores let me take Iz in with me. I hate leaving her at home and there is no way I would let her stay in the car.
4. Speaking of Iz, I am thankful that both my sisters love her and if anything happened to us I know they would take care of her.
5. For my DVR, I have watching commercials and really enjoy watching reruns of old shows like "The Charmed Ones", J can't stand them so I can record them and watch them while he is out riding.
written by Joyce Gray at 1:23 AM
Sunday, August 28, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 1:19 AM
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Perfect Saturday night at out house:
written by Joyce Gray at 7:21 PM
Friday, August 26, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 8:00 AM
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
One of my favorite blogs to read is Quiet Life , I spotted this quote on her blog yesterday and asked it I could copy it. Miss Donna was kind enough to let me.
I have struggled and struggled the last year to lose than same 10 pounds. I go down two, I go up two and so it has gone, on and on and on. I have come to the conclusion that there is a weight at which your body just feels, this is right, this is where I belong. I am 62 years old, have been married for 41 years, I should not be worried about trying to get skinny. My weight is not a real problem health wise and I still fit comfortably in a size 12. But I hate my weight. Am I nuts? How do I get this fixation out of my head?
I think we are so inundated with TV shows with starving actors and magazines with air brushed photos what we believe we should all be a size two. I am sane enough to know that is never going to happen. But that doesn't mean my mind isn't thinking, maybe a 10 or an 8. I want to slap myself in the face and say "GET OVER IT".
I have read every diet book written ( ok not everyone, but lots of them) you don't eat because of the food, it's something going on in your life that you are trying to deal with by eating.
They are wrong, it's the food. I love to cook, to cook new and different recipes. And I love to eat, not just what I make, but what all those wonderful restaurants we visit on our travels offer. And yet every night I tell myself, tomorrow I am going to do on a diet and lose ten pounds and the next morning when I get up I think, what can I cook tonight that will be good.
I swear I give up ( until tomorrow ).
written by Joyce Gray at 1:20 PM
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The weekend my sisters and I went to see The Help. It was so, so good. I read the book when it first came out and loved it.
I was born and spent the first seven years of my life in Mississippi. My mother and father were born and raised in Mississippi.
My mother lost her mother at the age of seven, her older sister quit school to raise her and her two brothers with the help of a maid, although I don't ever remember any of them using the word maid instead Christine, who was the black woman who helped raise my Mama was called help, just that, help. I remember Christine being at my Pawpaw's home every time we came to visit. She still came to help my Aunt Ophelia with cleaning and cooking. I remember the first time J and I went to see Pawpaw and Aunt Ophelia after we were married, Christine was there and when we sat down in the dining room to eat, we said where is Christine, she was sitting in the kitchen eating alone. I went in and said Christine come in here with us and she would not. J and I tried to talk her into coming in to the dining room but she would absolutely not. On the way home I thought about how crazy that was, just Aunt Ophelia and Pawpaw in one room eating and Christine in the other.
I wish I had could go back and thank Christine for helping raise Mama. I imagine a lot that Aunt Ophelia and Mama learned came from her.
Unfortunately, I know some people like Hilly. I think most people would be surprised to know there is still such prejudice in people, but you only have to spend some time in the south, or spend some time with people from the south to know it is still there. It is oh so wrong, but it is there.
written by Joyce Gray at 5:43 AM
Monday, August 22, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 8:17 AM
Sunday, August 21, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 7:15 AM
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Steve finished the kitchen today and I love, love, love it. I have been waiting to remodel this kitchen for so long. We kept putting it off because we were going to sell the house and I couldn't see putting my taste in a house that someone else would be living in. But I think we have decided, that unless GOD means for us to sell it and opens a door we aren't aware of, we will be holding on to it for awhile. So if we are going to live here, I knew I would not be happy until we spruced it up a little .
And the sink, the sink is perfect for giving Izzie a bath. The left sink is 9 inches deep, so she sits all the way in. And the sprayer makes it so much easier for me to rinse her. I don't use the sink for dishes too much anymore because the new dishwasher is fantastic, it does such a good job. I run it about every other day, we don't dirty enough dishes to justify running it every day. And tadah! I get credit for picking out the sink.
written by Joyce Gray at 12:29 PM
I need help, since I have gone off the Nsaids ,almost five weeks now ,I have been suffering from Insomnia the last few weeks. I know everybody has a night now and then when they just can't turn their mind off and drift away. But this is different, it isn't because of my mind, I am not worried about anything, I am not replaying the days' events, I am not eating too late and Lord knows I am not exercising or anything like that. When I first lay down I am not in pain, that only comes later after I toss and turn for 4 or 5 hours and my meds wear out.
I think it is starting to effect J and Iz too. As soon as we finish breakfast Iz goes down for a long, long nap. And J goes around saying " gosh, why am I so tired all the time" ( because I got in and out of bed about 30 times last night and you woke up every time).
I remember when I first started going through menopause ( and wasn't that a trip) I had insomnia for awhile, it went away when I started taking HRT. And then again when my Mama was so ill and reaching the end of her life, we were on twenty hour call and I could never fall asleep because I was afraid I wouldn't hear the phone ( like that would ever happen). But I can think of no reason for it to be happening now and none of my tried and true remedy's are working.
I think I have read three books this week alone. Last night, or rather this morning I finally feel asleep around 4 am. And the strangest thing is I can' take a nap in the day time either. I was getting in the habit of taking a nap for about an hour every day and now, no nap either. What the heck is going on. Today I am going to dig out my sound machine, that is something that worked when I was going through menopause. If the ocean wave sounds don't do it tonight you don't want to be around me tomorrow.
written by Joyce Gray at 8:50 AM
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 7:35 PM
Monday, August 15, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 9:45 PM
Sunday, August 14, 2011
I am tired and weary, but I must toil on
Till the Lord comes to call me away,
Where the morning is bright and the Lamb is the light,
And the night is as fair as the day.
There'll be peace in the valley for me someway,
There'll be peace in the valley for me.
I pray no more sorrow and sadness or trouble will be,
There'll be peace in the valley for me.
There the flow'rs will be blooming,
the grass will be green,
And the skies will be clear and serene,
The sun ever shines, giving one endless beam
And no clouds there will ever be seen.
There the bear will be gentle, the wolf will be tame,
And the lion will lay down by the lamb,
The host from the wild will be lead by a Child,
I'll be changed from the creature I am.
No headaches or heartaches or misunderstands,
No confusion or troubles won't be
No frowns to defile, just a big endless smile
There'll be peace and contentment for me.
written by Joyce Gray at 7:38 AM
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
written by Joyce Gray at 9:03 PM
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I have had one repetitive nightmare as long as I can remember. I am going over a bridge over water, so high and so long you can't see the other side, just sky and water and as I reach the apex my car just goes off the side.
We have gone over many scary bridges on our travels and I just grip the door handle and pray. I know it's nuts, I know I will be fine, but my heart starts pounding and my palms are sweaty and my breathing gets rapid and J just keeps saying things like, hey look at the neat ship, wow what a view and I am swearing at him like you wouldn't believe under my breath.
Of course, he knows what is going on , I have told him about the dream many times, so he enjoys saying, oh look, here comes a Joycie bridge!
written by Joyce Gray at 7:29 AM
Monday, August 8, 2011
The pain is still messing with my mind, making me grouchy, depressed, making me feel alone and abandoned. I think if it had started at a lower level and then slowly increased I could have built up a tolerance to it. Unfortunately, that's not the way it went. I have an appointment with my post polio physicians next week, I am going to throw myself on their mercy and hope that once again they can prop me up and get me going again. I am just too miserable to even be around right now.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.”
written by Joyce Gray at 8:06 AM
Sunday, August 7, 2011
There's a lighthouse on a hillside
that overlooks life's sea.
When I'm tossed He sends out a light,
light that I might see.
And the light that shines in darkness now
Will safely lead me on
If it wasn't for the lighthouse
This ship would sail no more.
Oh I thank God for the lighthouse
I owe my life to Him
King Jesus is the lighthouse
Upon the rocks of sin
He has shone a light around me
That I could clearly see
If it wasn't for the lighthouse
Then where would this ship be.
written by Joyce Gray at 8:44 AM