Eddie took these pics of the hummingbirds that visit us every afternoon to eat our sweetwater. If you click on each photo you can see the hummers in larger detail. In the first photo there are actually five birds (one flying behind the feeder. You can see one of the birds on the perch watching the flying one very closely). Also check out the last pic of the hummingbird licking his chops (you can actually see his tongue).
I try to be a good mom, but most of the time I don't even think she hears me. Maybe that's the problem, I'm not listening.
I try to be a polite shopper, but the other selfish people who stop their buggy in the middle of the aisle and pretend they are the only one in the store makes me insane. They probably think I have Tourette's syndrome or something because as I walk past them I am so irate, cursing, foaming at the mouth and flailing my arms. I am sure they don't have a clue that "they" are the problem.
I try to be creative, but sometimes the "juices" don't flow. I hate that when that happens. I would love to write a novel, but I can't seem to budge the "block" that is in the way. Mental. Oh, you already knew that!
I try to be a conscientious driver, but the ignuts in the other cars (yes, I just said ignuts), just won't pay attention to the road and they cause me untold misery when driving to work. Tourette's again!
I try to be a good housekeeper, NOT! My house is a total wreck and I don't care, except for the kitchen, in there, I do care.
I try to be a good employee and diligent worker most of the time, but sometimes it is just so much more fun to play.
I try to be sexy, but I still have some more weight to go and future plastic surgery to pull that one off, but I'm getting there. Eddie's patiently waiting and likes the practice training. LOL Sexy is hard to maintain with all the stances, your head tilted to the side and your hip pushed out to here, pouty lips and bosoms having to be perky and exposed. Try being overweight and then losing a lot and see if you can keep your bosoms perky enough to be sexy. Those negligees aren't made for sagging skin, let me tell ya. I'm so used to cotton and flannel that satin and lace makes my skin break out in hives. Sexy is expensive. Also sexy is hard to come by when you have sworn never to go in Victoria's Secrets again, because of their "really biased, Super-Model thin, egotistical attitude" towards overweight women. Don't get me on a rant. As The Incredible Hulk says, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
I try to eat the right things, but the CARBS just seem to whisper my name. DebbieDebbieDebbie SHHHHHHHHH!
I try very hard to be a really good friend and most of the time I think I achieve this goal, but I should call, write, email and visit with my friends more often. Ditto for family.
I try really hard to be a loving Wife, Mom, Step-Mom, Sister, Sister-in-Law, Step-Grandmaw, Aunt, Cousin, Niece, and Great Aunt to all of my extended family because I cherish them all and love them to bits. My heart overflows with love for all my people. I'll have my people call your people.
I try to be an obedient wife and if you believe that line of bull you don't know me very well. Nah, not true, I do try to obey Eddie's wishes, when I want to.
Why do I try...because I love all of my family and friends and I try really hard because of them and if you are reading this blog then you are one of them.
Can you tell that I am totally enamored of my husband's green thumb and garden as well as everything else about him.
I have been loving all the fresh vegetables that he has grown. We have canned 72 quarts of string beans; 39 pints of tomatoes with another batch ready to go; and 12 quarts of squash. We have had several mess of okra and "squishes" (squash).
Sorry I haven't captured pics of everything, but I personally have enjoyed each and every food item.
I have tried to entice my daughter to come down and partake of the tasty, abundant cornucopia, but the gas prices and work are keeping her away. SIGH! I am missing her.
Thank you, God for the many wonderful blessings you have provided me in this life. I am so blessed.
1 ear of Honey Sweet Hybrid Corn, cut off the cob 1 peeled Cucumber, diced 1/4 of a large Vidalia Onion, chopped 1 medium Tomato, diced Salt and Pepper to taste 2 Tablespoons Fat Free Italian Dressing
Combine all ingredients and toss. This summer salad is so yummy! I failed to take a picture of the finished product, because I was stuffing my face. I guess if you added some shrimp, it would be fantastic and protein packed.
By the way, the featured cucumbers were grown by my husband's friend and our neighbor, Roger. They were so appreciated.
I gave Eddie his Father's Day DVD (Saw IV) to go with the other three in his collection and a small box of Whoppers, his favorite. He had to go ahead and make a face about me giving him a mooshy-gooshy card instead of a funny card. Then he made fun of me by saying, "Why did you give me a present? I'm not your father! So in honor of him not being my Dad, here is a pic of my dear hubby for Father's Day.
Shannon called and left a message for her "Big Daddy," but we haven't heard from Jeannie yet.
I made Eddie some sausage, eggs and toast for breakfast and then he had left-over home-made s'ghetti for lunch. We are having a home-grown, home-cooked vegetable plate for supper.
We watched "On Golden Pond," which is (in my opinion) a great Father's Day type movie, but now Eddie is watching some Zombie movie on the Sci-Fi channel. That is his idea of a great Father's Day movie.
I think I will go and play with some of my scrapbook stuff, maybe make a scrapbook page of my dad. Below is a pic of my Dad BBQ'ing on the grill at 1616, one of his favorite things to do.
So maybe I am doing something today, but not too much, I hope.
I have hit a stall and cannot seem to come off this 192 pounds. I know I am exercising more and YADA YADA YADA "muscle weighs more than fat" BLAH BLAH BLAH, but I am mostly in a snit about the way my hair is falling out.
I went and bought some Nioxin shampoo for thinning hair (for old people's hair (I think it actually says that on the box, LOL) which was recommended by my hairdresser). I am taking the Biotin and Pre-Natal vitamins. I am eating protein. However, my hair is still coming out by handfuls and I fear that I am gonna have to go down to the big house and dig out momma's (cancer) wigs and start wearing them.
I dread it, I certainly do because that will make my head sweat with all this heat we have been having and probably just make me lose more hair. You know how thinning hair guys go bald when they wear a cap. So what can I do about it? Not a diddly darn thing.
The doctor says it is normal for some people to lose a good bit of hair after GBS. The top of my head is starting to show through. I am trying to do the comb over thing (Donald Trump, you have nothing on me), so as to make it look a little fuller. But the hair loss is also making the hair thinner and it is lying flatter to my head, so I look like I have a pin head.
I haven't really taken any pictures lately because I don't particularly like the way I look and Eddie doesn't like to take pictures of me anyway. It is hard to get him to take any pictures, but especially of me. I guess because he knows I will post them on my blog or myspace or somewhere for all the world to see.
It seems as if I woke up in a bad mood this morning or something like that.
Maybe I can start saving the hair that is falling out and make my own wig. How long do you think that would take. I should have started sooner. How much hair is down the drain and in the garbage? My bad.
Does anyone have any suggestions? And don't say I should just shoot myself cause I have already thought of that. LOL
It's way too hot! We need some rain. Hopefully some is on the way. Does anyone know how to do a rain dance?
Gas prices hit $4.00/gallon in my closest local town. I am thankful and blessed that I work from home three days a week since my home is approximately 40 miles from work. The government needs to put a cap on oil prices. Does anyone know how to do a song and dance?
Now they are pulling tomatoes off store shelves and restaurant menus. It is said we shouldn't eat some kinds of raw tomatoes. It is a good thing I grow my own and the government can't tell me I can't eat them. Does anyone know how to do a happy dance?
All I can say is, what's next? Sheesh!!!! I think I'll, "do a little dance..."
It is Sunday and Eddie and I went and took a day bed and chest of drawers to his daughter's for his granddaughter to use. It is my daughter's day bed that she is not using since she took my queen size bed back to B'ham with her. So we have one king size bed in a two bedroom house, but that's okay because the second bedroom has been converted to my computer room where I work three days a week and as my workshop for my jewelry making. We have a hobby room that houses all of Eddie's airplane modeling and building supplies as well as all my scrapbooking paraphenalia. Since getting back home, I have just been vegging out in front of this darn computer and Eddie has been watching television. It is just too hot to get outside and do anything. That is a shame since it is only June 8th, so how warm is July and August going to get? We have done pretty much nothing today and that is okay by me.
My dear hubby is color blind and so he insists that I have to pick the tomatoes. I don't understand this theory, because before this year, he has always done it, but since he does everything else, even the canning, I really shouldn't be fussing about picking a few 'maters.
Except for the fact, that there are an awful lot of creepy crawly things in between the plants. I have to get down on my hands and knees (whiney butt strikes again) and crawl down there where the snakes, lizards, bugs, and cow manure is, just to get to the darn juicy, delish, ripe red "fruit of the gods."
I have said before that I am a "city" girl born and raised, so this country living is new to me. Don't get me wrong I love it and I looooove my husband and I would not trade my life for anything else, but when you put me down at eye level with reptiles and rodents, it's not a pretty sight.
Well, today while crawling through the 'mater vines, all of a sudden a lizard ran over my hand. I screeched and came tumbling out of the patch like I had been set on fire. My dear hubby thinks I have been bitten by a snake and goes to catch it in case it is of the poisonous variety and because we might need it to take in for verification of the correct anti-venom serum.
I can't catch my breath for the life of me because of the scare and when he can't find the snake, he comes back over to me and keeps turning my hand and arm over trying to find the bite wounds. It's a wonder he didn't break my arm. I know I will have bruises from his rough handling of my angel wing.
I am by that time so hysterical from laughter that I can't talk and he thinks the venom is already affecting my brain and starts pulling me towards the truck to ride the 25 minutes it takes to get to the nearest hospital.
When I finally catch my breath and tell him what is going on, he gets so pissed at me, he pitches a "Yarbrough" fit right there in front of the shop for God and all the world to see.
Then, of course, my across the street, 85-year-old little neighbor lady comes out to see what all the ruckus is about and thinks we are in the middle of a domestic squabble. She toddles over and asks me if she needs to call the police.
By this time, I am bent over double. My hubby is doing the "King Kong" thing all over the yard and my giggling and snorting with laughter is only adding fuel to the fire. He probably won't speak to me for at least a week.
I guess I need to make my dear one an extra special dinner tonight to make up for all the manure I put him through today. I hope steak will cure him or at least soothe the savage beast. Arrrrrgh!
I am going to go find that lizard and feed him to the buzzards, even if he looks just like GEICO.
I would like to discuss the benefits of exercise. Not only does exercise expedite weight loss, it also sends endorphins to the brain to make you feel better. I did not understand and/or appreciate this aspect of exercise when I was heavier because I did not exercise. But since starting walking on my elliptical, I have realized the couple of days a week I do not exercise I feel more blah on those days. Needless to say, the endorphins are working enormously today. I walked four miles in 45 minutes this morning. I feel great.
Maybe I will post some more photos of my weight loss progress in the next few days if I can get Eddie to take some photos. I currently weigh 192 and that is 85 pounds down in a little more than six months. I have another 42 pounds to go. Woohoo!!!
LOOK AT THE BABY WATERMELON BESIDE THE SISTER WATERMELON IN THE PIC ABOVE!!!! WE HAVE AT LEAST 22 WATERMELONS AND SIX CANTALOUPES THAT I HAVE COUNTED LOOK AT ALL THE TOMATOES AND NOW WE HAVE THE JOY OF CANNING THEM! LOL EDDIE IS USING HIS NEW GARDEN HOSE NOZZLE WATERING HIS PRIZE TOMATOES