My Marijuana Opinion

As for the medical marijuana act….if you have ever seen someone suffering and unable to eat because of all the MAN MADE chemicals they have pumping through their veins…maybe you should consider legalizing something that grows naturally in most zones.  I seriously DO NOT understand why marijuana is illegal.  I may not partake, but I cannot understand why it is illegal. Oh, sure…I smoked it when I was a teenager – sorry, Mom, maybe you knew…and I actually turned into a somewhat productive individual…I was actually able to go to college and join the work force!  SHOCKER!

How did Alcohol ever become legal?  It has to be processed…and that’s all acceptable, but not marijuana…oh, no…something that sprouts out of the ground…something that you have to do nothing with other than dry it, roll it into a cigarette, or eat it in a brownie….oh…that crap is illegal.  Yep…we’re gonna throw people in jail for selling something that they can grow in their back yard.

Makes me angry.  Makes me shake my head.



Today, I got off work at 7am.  I had convinced myself that I needed to sleep in order to save the week ahead of me…so I did.  I set my alarm for noon….I finally dragged out of bed at 1:30, drag I did…I felt like I had a hangover..I was puffy and felt pretty terrible (which is why I don’t take naps)…but I have honestly been working on my mindset and determined that this little “uncomfortableness” would pay off. 

Pay off it did….around 3pm I felt like a champ!  Down the road I went with Demon Dog.  We walked, we played, we visited….got home about 5:30….then out to the shop I went.


The new shop….well, it is an old shop that has been resurrected!  It’s beautiful!  For years, I wouldn’t go to the shop….for any amount of begging or bribing….there was no way I was going out there (it was overrun with critters and junk).  Now….I love the place…it’s bright (great lighting and Steve has painted the inside white on white). AND…there are power tools out there!  Power tools that my hyper little self needed today.  I’m building a potting bench.  I took a carpentry class many moons ago.  I took it because I wanted to be a part of building the house that Steve and I eventually wanted to build…but I mostly took it to get over my fear of power tools….saws in particular.  I work in radiology…which means, I take “x-rays” of things as simple as  someone’s nauseated and upset intestines to major trauma, which includes  amputated extremities…in particular, digits…(fingers or toes).  I’ve seen a billion table saw mishaps in the 30 years I’ve been involved in radiology.  OK…maybe not “a billion” but hundreds, I’m sure.  In the early days, I FEARED power tools….saws, nail guns, you name it….then…I took the class that Dick Wennberg taught at the local community college.  We built a mini-house.  I was a part of framing, planing, dry wall, nailing, sawing, roofing…yep, I got to do it all….but that was a very long time ago….probably around 1990.  I have had a chance to rebuild my fear of power tools since then…but fear precedes respect.  I started building my potting bench today…I was slamming that chop saw…and it felt good.  I respect that chop saw…I respect that table saw to the degree that I decided I was too tired to mess with it tonight….but I can’t wait to jump on that bad boy tomorrow!

October birthdays are rather thick in my family and friend circle.  Today is my sister’s birthday.  For some reason, she will always be 12.  She was 12 when I moved out of the house, went to college and got married – I guess that is why she is still 12 in my head….when I see her, she looks to be 12….I see her in a different way than any of her friends or any of the rest of our family/world sees her.  I don’t know how to explain it.  I’m hoping other “sisters” know what I’m talking about and that I’m not completely crazy.  I love that little girl that she was….and I love the woman she has become.  She is a Mom and a Mommy…she is pretty much the coolest person I know.  I hate that we’re a thousand miles away from each other…but I know she is doing just fine.

Look out Tuesday!

Naps, Power Tools, and Birthdays

Unusual posting

I don’t usually post on Thursday night, but I’m feeling a little feisty and will share!

I have been cooking/baking like a mad woman.  Last night I made Turkey Tetrazzini and it was quite yummy. We are eating leftovers tonite!

Tonite I made Pumpkin Bars!Oh, yeah…quite WONDERFUL!

I made Jack-O-Planters this evening – and I saved the pumpkin seeds….I’ve never eaten pumpkin seeds, but I thought I would have to try them.  So I did, and I am in LOVE with roasted pumpkin seeds.   I ended up roasting them much longer than suggested…and I also added much more salt to the recipe.

I realize there are many links and no pictures…get over it…you’re gonna have to follow a few links where someone else has done it already!

I’m going to bed….my feistiness has left me.



Rant of the Day – 97,fat and breasts

A few days a go I had the privilege of spending a little time with a 97 year old woman. As I grow older, I am coming less and less able to determine a person’s age simply by physical appearance. I think, however, without a doubt, that if I met this woman in Wal-Mart that I would never guess that she was 97 years of age. As we spoke, I came to realize that her hearing was probably much better than mine and her mind was sharp. This lady’s physique was toned and amazingly taut. We talked about many things, but what stood out was her statement that she and her husband walked two miles every day! EVERY DAY – this lady is 97 years old! WOW!

So…I went to work today, came home… walked the demon dog… then decided, “I’ve got this free membership at Curves for a month…I’m going to go work out! Which I did. Then I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things I needed for supper tonight.

Out of the doors of the grocery store walks a little girl, who could be no more than 6 years old. She was walking with an adult male who was either her father or step-father (one never knows these days). That “little” girl probably weighs more than me! I immediately became infuriated! The poor thing was walking with her back arched because her belly and legs were so large! She had a 20oz. bottle of Pepsi under her right arm! If I could have taken that man and kicked his ass I would have! It made me so mad…then, after I calmed down a bit, it made me so very sad. I know “normal” food is expensive…feeding kids off the dollar menu at McDonald’s seems to be the “norm” for many. But, when your child becomes abnormally pudgy, which this child clearly was, you need to take responsibility and make some changes! That poor little girl is going to have HELL at school. If she keeps going the way she is going, I can’t see her living to be 30. AND THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE! Placing a young person at such a disadvantage is a criminal act – in my opinion.

Now that I’m going all kinds of crazy…let me tell you what else drives me nuts.

BREASTS! I work in the medical field. If I want or expect to see breasts, they should first be covered by a blue and/or white gown, that’s how breasts should be presented to me; HOWEVER, breasts are out there, within 12 inches of my face at times. I don’t want or need to see breasts…I have two of my own that I see daily. The shirts that big and/or big breasted girls wear tend to present breasts to me in a rather annoying manner. Yes, I am female…I have breasts that, at times, seem to have a life of their own…but I wear clothes that keep them covered up. I made the statement at work today, after seeing many breasts that needed to be covered, “I’m hoping turtleneck weather is coming soon…I hope turtlenecks are the fashion statement of the season.” Oh…you should have heard the accolades and witnessed the “high-fives”. Girls, keep your girls covered! Keep them sacred and hold them holy. PLEASE keep them out of my face and out of my 20/20!

OK…demon dog is barking/squealing. Time for me to calm down, throw the data out, and prepare for tomorrow.


Yes, I have been confused for several weeks now.  Actually…it’s been going on for a couple of years.  I can’t remember any conversation I’ve had with anyone for any longer than 20 minutes and if I walk into a room, I’m really not sure why I walked in there in the first place. I really don’t know what’s up with that other than I’m postmenopausal and I will blame everything on that circumstance…it is a fact as documented by lab tests and acknowledged by physician(s).  Now, I can blame everything on menopause.

I could be your new best friend…you can tell me anything and I won’t remember regardless of any kind of torture.

With that in mind (LOL) I have the occasional FB post to remind me that I have promised recipes…and there are a few of them….

But first…let me tell you what I’ve been up to.  I’m having a lucid moment and feel the need to post!

Last week I had to go to Eureka Springs for Master Gardener Leadership Training.  Well, Fayetteville happened to be along the way, so I contacted an old friend I hadn’t seen in a few years…….and I stayed with her…we stayed up late and laughed so much that my cheeks were actually a little tender the next day!Headed to Eureka Springs the next morning….It was a beautiful drive along HWY 23 – AKA “the Pig Trail”  I really enjoyed the drive.  The leaves had a little hint of red/orange.  It was quite beautiful…..

The meetings began at 1pm!  I had a great time and took lot’s of notes, since I don’t remember anything more than 20 minutes – LOL!  As fate would have it, the gal I was sitting next to (on my left) was from my home town!  The gal to her left was the queen of Farmer’s Markets….I’m wanting to do something with our local Farmer’s Market…and to be sitting there with her…well…it was amazing!

So…you’ve made it this far…let’s get to the food!

I came home Wednesday evening…and I was pretty much pathetic…no cognitive thoughts were occurring…my brain did click in and I worked the weekend… by Sunday I was skimming any and every magazine and blog post I had access to…I was going to cook come Monday!  And cook I did…I made chilies relleno!  A friend of mine had bragged on this recipe and I requested it from her…so I made it!  Here’s the recipe  and a couple of pics

Let me warn you…this recipe is labor intensive!  I think I had every dish in the house dirtied up making this…but the rellenos were true and the sauce was something to dream about!  I cooked it down until it was very thick and it was DELICIOUS!!!!!!

Earlier in the day…I made granola bars.  Oh, yeah…this blog always has some fantastic recipes, but this recipe  made me wake up!  ABSOLUTELY a delicious granola recipe…as a matter of fact, I think I will always have some of these on hand…
I think I’m caught up.  if I’ve forgotten a recipe, let me know.

Letter of the day: “P”

Yesterday was actually the “P” day…I wrote a post, but I am still unfamiliar with this whole ‘blog’ thing and I guess I sent the post to that strange, TwilightZonewwwblackhole.

It was just a sort of weird thing that ‘p’ words kept creeping into my day.

I got off work at 7am after working my final 12 hour shift of the weekend.  I drove up to the house, hit the garage door opener, the door began to rise and there was Steve’s truck.  He hadn’t called me and he should have been gone for work; but there was his truck, unmoved.  I began to panic, so much so that I’m surprised that the front end of my car wasn’t embedded in the back wall of the garage because I don’t remember putting it in park or shutting off the key.  I bailed out of my car and bolted into the house.  I threw open the bedroom door…. and it hit me…aroma d’ Puke!  It was all I could do to keep from puking myself.  I told the girls at work today that I now understand why I was never gifted with a baby.  I was first relieved to see that Steve was pink in color and among the living….then, I was no longer concerned about his well being..all I could think was, “How am I going to get this smell out of this house!?!?”  Now, understand, I realized I was thinking this while my poor husband was laying listless in the bed and I felt guilty for a split second…then the smell returned to my nostrils.

Out came the gloves, bucket and bleach.

Got the bedroom and bathroom bleached (which involved floors AND walls – it was BAD).  Then I shut the bedroom door and hoped for the best.

Then came the relentless urge to be outside.  I decided that I needed to pick peppers.  My pepper plants have been loaded, and the cayenne peppers were especially beautiful.  So I picked peppers.

I washed them up and put them in the dehydrator.  I also had a bunch of jalapenos.  I just left them in the colander and stuck them in the outside refrigerator….a gal can only handle so much in one day.

I then made laundry soap.  I’ll give the instructions for this at a later date.

Oh, and I almost forgot the Pup!

I had to take her out to pee and poop…you know, those things that dogs do….and I noticed that the hair on her back looked a little weird.  Her hair is normally quite sleek and shiny…but she had these weird patches of ick… It struck me, poor pup must have gotten in the way of flying puke!  So, off to the bathtub she went…That was the easiest dog bath I have ever given in my entire life of having dogs.

Then, I had loads and loads of laundry to take care of and this picture is of her helping me out with the laundry.  She really likes socks…I have to keep an eye on her at all times while I’m folding the laundry.

Later, it was time to think about supper.  My callous, unsympathetic self decided that I needed to be a little more caring.  I decided that poor hubby might be able to tolerate Potato Soup…..

I made Vickie’s Potato Soup….It’s an easy recipe and it is DELICIOUS!  I don’t have a picture…but it’s Potato Soup!

Vickie’s Potato Soup

8 potatoes, cubed

1 onion, chopped

2 stalks celery, diced

6 cubes chicken buillion

1 pint half and half

bacon (I use a package of Oscar Meyer real bacon bits)

1 can of cream of mushroom soup

cheddar cheese

Combine potatoes, onion, celery and bouillion in a large pot.  Add just enough water to cover.  Cook until potatoes are almost done.  Add half-n-half, bacon and mushroom soup.  Stir until creamy.

Add cheese to individual bowls.

There you have it!  My “P” full Monday finally ended around 10:30 p.m.  after also making breakfast quiches and treating the mattress with baking soda and a vacuum cleaner.

I went to work today…came home…the house smelled fantastic.  I loaded it up with Glade and Renuzit.

Steve is well!  YIPPEEEEE!!!!

All is good with the world.

Quitting smoking and margarine

Well, the two actually have nothing to do with one another…but these are two subjects I am going to rant about this evening.

Leave it to me to tell the entire world that I’m going to quit smoking…and leave it to me to not be able to do it.  It makes me soooooooo mad!  SO…I have nicotine patches…and I am going to wear those patches….and when I get mad because I can’t take a patch off to smoke…I’m going to run to the end of my driveway.  Ummm…of course, I’m working this weekend, which means I’ll be painfully annoying to my workmates, and my driveway will be unaccessible at 2 or 3am.

Where does margarine come into all of this?  As you know, I have been reading many blogs and websites regarding sustainabilty.  One of the things that caught my attention was, of all things, “margarine.”  Something so simple…one would think…but have you read all the ingredients there are in margarine?

I’m a little bit weary…why must we eat things with so many ingredients when nature can provide the same thing with just 2 ingredients…”sweet cream and salt”  I mean…if you don’t eat a tub of it a day, how can natural butter be so bad?  I’m thinking the only way I can have REALLY natural butter is to have a cow.  At this moment in my life, I don’t think I could deal with a real, live cow….but if I could grow stuff that a real life cow raiser wants, maybe we could barter.  I’m thinking the bartering system is returning.  Maybe not in New York City…but for the rest of us….I think it’s making a comeback, as it should.  We don’t have to exchange money if we can exchange services.  Maybe, if more of us did this, life would become a bit more nteresting.  People would care about and respect others.  It’s amazing to me how disrespectful people are becoming.

I want to eat things that I grow.  If I can’t grow it, I want to know the farm that grew it (meat).  I’ve got a lot to learn.

Lord help me.

This evening…I made stuffed bell peppers.  I went out to the garden to get the bell peppers.  Of course, they weren’t big and beautiful like those you see at the local grocer or box store…but they were beautiful green and healthy with “big” removed.  Here’s the recipe:STUFFED GREEN PEPPERS:

1 lb ground beef

2 Tbs chopped onion

1 C. cooked rice

1 tsp salt

1 clove garlic

15 oz tomato sauce

mozzerela cheese

4 large bell peppers

First of all….pick your peppers.  If you get them from your garden, you will probably need 6 or 7….but if you get them from the store…go ahead and get 4 of them.  Sliver off the top and scoop out the seeds.  Rinse.  Get your big ol’ boiling pot out and fill it full of water – enough to cover the peppers.  Bring the water to boil… throw those peppers in there for 2 minutes.  Dump those beauties in the collander…let them drain.

Prepare rice.  you will only need 1 cup of rice for this recipe.  Most rice recipes make 3 cups of cooked rice.  Save the leftovers for fried rice and/or breakfast.

Brown the ground beef with the onion.  Drain.

Add garlic, salt and 1 cup of tomato sauce (save the rest of the sauce)…..bring to boil.  Take off heat and let cool a bit.  Now add that 1 cup of rice..stir it up and leave it aside as you contemplate what you are gonna do…

You are gonna take a small spoon and scoop the hamburger stuffing into the bell peppers.  You are going to need to find a dish that will hold your peppers.  The smaller the better…cram them babies in there.  OH…you better spray the bottom of the dish with some oil.  Them peppers are going to squirm around and slip everywhere.  I would suggest you drop the leftover meat mix  in the bottom of the pan(dish) in order to keep the peppers upright.  Once you have the peppers situated, pour the rest of the tomato sauce over the stuffed peppers.

Sprinkle Mozzerella on top of the stuffed peppers.  Put some foil over the top of the dish and stick it in the oven for 10 minutes.  Take the foil off and leave the dish in the oven for another 15 minutes.

I wish I had made some tomato gravy….but this was served with mashed potatoes and blackeyed peas….Steve LOVED it!

What do you think?