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Thoughtful Thursday (and an apron giveaway plug)

I am deep in thought this morning.  Thinking of potatoes.  Yep potatoes.  And wondering if I will EVER learn to make consistently good (nevermind great) potato salad.  It seems that and baked beans are the only two things I am responsible for at our Fourth of July shindig.  I would be happy for any of you to leave me your recipe in the comments or better yet email it to me.

Yes, I realize I said a couple of weeks ago that I would be discussing our plans for our Independence Day gathering in detail.  I didn’t intend to NOT do it.  But good grief the last week has been less like a whirlwind and more like a storm!  Husband came home Thursday night (YAY) and in seemingly good health until he woke up Friday morning with some sort of eye “explosion”.  It was red and the eyeball membrane (I don’t know what else to call it) was swollen with fluid underneath it (makes me a bit queasy to type this).  Husband remembered something flying in his face on the bus ride from Sfax to Tunis the day before but thought whatever had hit him in the eye (seemingly dust particles or sand) had been rubbed out since his eye didn’t bother him on Thursday.  But Friday morning…different story.  The day rocked on and finally he asked me to get a flashlight and my reading glasses and see what I could find.  I saw what I thought was a speck of black something or other and a very fluid filled place on his eyeball.  He has me get a q-tip ’cause he thinks I can fix pretty much anything, and yeah, I did get the speck but the fluid…still there.  At this point I convince him that a doctor visit is just about mandatory.  I start calling.  Friday afternoon is no time to try and find a doctor.  Seriously.  My final call was to a friend who is an RN at our usual hospital and though she was off work, she made a call for us and out the door we went to the ER.   We were quickly ushered in to an exam room where we were not quickly seen.  But at least we didn’t catch something waiting in the outer waiting room. The doctor was pretty concerned about the laceration (YIKES – I think that means CUT) on Husband’s eyeball.  He didn’t really want to do anything but call an ophthalmologist and get us out of the ER.  So he gave him two prescriptions per the ophthalmologist’s orders (by phone) with instructions to see the ophthalmologist on Saturday and we headed to the pharmacy.  And then the next pharmacy.  And the next.  And the next.  And the next.  I finally got one of the drops filled, the other…not to be had.  Thankfully the one I could get was the antibiotic.  The other was for pain and I had already decided I thought I had enough Lortab at home left over from his last kidney stone to knock him out if necessary.  Now the fun began.  Directions for the antibiotic drops: One drop in affected eye every thirty minutes for the next 4 hours and then every hour thereafter until seen by opthomologist on Saturday afternoon.  HUH? Say what?  That sounds a bit much don’t you think?  The kicker: Husband really and truly cannot put drops in his own eye.  Never has been able to.  So we get home, he goes to bed because he is absolutely spent.  Between the jet lag and the eye problem, he’s got to get some rest.  The “every 30 minutes” thing was to be over at 11pm and then the “every hour” thing started.  So I stayed up, and woke him up every 30 minutes and put a drop in his eye.  I looked up the ophthalmologist’s number on the Internet and called his answering service.  I explained to them the reason for my call.  I couldn’t get one of the prescriptions filled.  The answering service said they would have Dr. Lewis call me right back.  I almost didn’t get the phone hung up before it rang.  It was Dr. Lewis.  WOW.  So we talk about the fact that the drop I couldn’t get wasn’t crucial, but would have been nice for pain.  I told him Husband was sleeping well.  He says “Well, you have my cell phone now on your caller ID so call me if you need me.  But for sure call me in the morning and we will set a time for me to meet you at my office and see him.”  WOW again.  I explained to him that we already had an appt on Saturday morning to get Ben’s brace off  (remember the fracture when I was supposed to be helping with my brother?) and he said to just call when we were through.  Then I set my cell phone alarm for 12 am, 1 am, 2 am, 3 am, 4 am.  WHAT? I am only allowed 5 alarms???? Crap.  Okay.  Fine.  I set the alarm clock on his bedside shelf for 5 am.  Like a good girl, I woke up with each alarm (sometimes I didnt really sleep between them) and nudged him and put a drop in his eye.  I just stayed up after the 5 am drop.  This was now Saturday morning. About 7 I started waking people up and getting ready to head to Ben’s appt and then to the eye dr.  Dr. Lewis met us and was pleased that the cut seemed to be healing and he wanted to see Husband on Monday.  GREAT! We will already be in The City for two other appts on Monday!  VERY convenient.  So Sunday…I didn’t do a thing except vegetate! Monday rolled around and off we go.  Husband and I both had physicals that morning – you know, cholesterol and all that stuff, eye dr, then my yearly “woman” appt.  LOVED the new dr we saw for the physicals.  He was great.  He’s my brother’s dr.  And yeah, that’s what prompted all this…when your younger (much younger) brother has triple by-pass, you think maybe you might want to check on things.  I have to go back for another EKG in 5 weeks.  I am anxious to get all the blood work results for both of us.  Then on Monday night our oldest brought his little man Sam to spend the week with us.  To say we have been busy is such an understatement!  Now the 4th is upon us!  But we will be ready!

OH and don’t forget tomorrow new recipes will be up for Friday Baking with NotQuiteJuneCleaver!

NOW for the apron giveaway! Check out The Secret Stitch Club’s ALL THINGS LIME recipe and giveaway! Here’s a sneak peek:

limebowNow get over there and enter to win!!!

I guess this is all for today.  See you tomorrow with new recipes!


Thoughtful Thursday Lite

After last Thursday’s “heavy” post I thought I would give you a break!  I am feeling rather giddy today as Husband is on his way home!  He called from Paris at 5:30 and he was about to board the plane for Atlanta.  If all goes as scheduled, I will see him step thru that gate at 9 tonight.  A month is a very long time when he is gone, and OH SO short when he is home.

Don’t forget tomorrow is Friday Baking Day…closing comments for this challenge, new recipes added!  And you will LOVE the new recipes! As you can tell I am in a bit of a rush today…things to do!  But I have tomorrow’s post ready and waiting…and then remember the drawing for June will be on the last day of the month! Hey, why don’t you invite your friends to join us for Friday Baking fun?!

AND it is full steam ahead on International Overall Day this coming November.  The interest is there, people are making contact and there is a flickr group started!  I will post more about all the overall happenings next week. I am gathering more pictures to share and hopefully will have some fun stuff to share then.

Until tomorrow I will leave you with another photo to enjoy!



Thoughtful Thursday

On this already very warm Thursday morning I am still thinking about gardening and the responses to my post about it.  I didn’t approve all of them.  For several reasons.  The main one being I don’t have to.  I love the fact that people think they know you from a blog and then fain complete and utter disgust at the moment they realize you are not just exactly like them. I had the audacity on MY blog, to mention MY political views.  And not even in any detail.  The nerve I have.

I received several nasty little notes, that I deleted.  But rest assured I am thoroughly scorned and scolded.   See here is the crux of the matter.  While not everyone who reads this blog  lives in America, I do.  I exercise our right to free speech every day by what I listen to and watch and read.  And certainly what I say and write.  And as much as I see and hear, I am still shocked at some people’s reaction to anyone they disagree with.  If I go to a blog and find that the author is of a different opinion than I am on anything, I don’t begin to entertain the thought that I might leave a comment about how ignorant that blogger is.  Or how misinformed they must be.  Or what a bad person they are for believing or thinking the way they do.  I may not agree with them, in fact I may vehemently disagree with them, but I respect their right to their own opinions and thoughts.  WOW what a concept huh?

If you come here often, you know I am not prone to political or religious discussions.  In fact I purposefully do not let myself go there.  That is not what this blog is about.  It is about homemaking and gardening and the love of aprons and overalls and family and food.  I have yet to see a benefit to arguing with strangers about politics OR religion.  It only upsets both parties because I believe if you are willing to spend your time arguing, your mind is fairly made up and who I am to even care what you think or believe?

There are only a few things that make my blood truly boil.  Two of them being injustice and intolerance.  And following closely in third place is rudeness.  Those three “qualities” in a person are all-telling.  Some people just have no manners what so ever.  When you visit someone’s blog, it shows intelligence and a good upbringing, to be able to control yourself enough not to leave rude, snippy comments.  If you disagree with them, then excuse yourself, just as you would in real life, retreat to your own corner of the World Wide Web and go on about your own business.  It also shows an abundance of good character to be able to find a common ground and over look differences.  I think the world we live in, the news we hear, the wars, the strife, the suffering is evidence enough of what lack of character and a bad upbringing can do to people.

My opinions are just that, MINE.  For those that are sorely disappointed in my views on things, well, I would like to say I am sorry but I don’t like to lie.  I honestly don’t care.  No more than you should care what I think of your opinions.  It is nice to find something in common with people.  And since this is not real life, this is our cyber life we have on display here, it should be even easier.  I completely believe this: People who are put off, offended, verbally abusive to others with differing views on things such as religion and politics are a bit lacking in the security of their own beliefs.  If you are certain you are right, then that’s that.  Unless you have an emotional investment in the person who disagrees with you, it is in everyone’s best interest to be mature about it and afford that person the right to be wrong in your eyes.

All I could think yesterday and this morning when I read some of the comments I was left was : “WOW, if they really knew me, they might blow a gasket!” AND “Oh, what people in their real life must endure if they don’t live up to the expectations! ”

Oh well, enough of all that.  Back to the gardening thing.  If we EVER get any rain, I am going to plant my pumpkins.  I am anxious to get them in the ground, yet I know how tender and delicate young sprouts are so I don’t want to get over zealous and put them out too early.


I have my notes made, my cards written an my little garden map finished.  Now to actually get them planted!

I will leave you with one final thought for today, since this IS Thoughtful Thursday.

“What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyality. He understands. You do not have to be careful. You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him. Best of all, you can keep still with him. It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all – and underneath – he sees, knows and loves you.

A friend? What is a friend?

Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.”

~ C. Raymond Beran ~

Personally, I hope I am that kind of friend.

OH and remember to get your recipes posted…new ones tomorrow!

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