A Letter From Fred - *OFFICIAL DOCUMENTARY* Oh Sweet Lorraine

.. an amazing tribute to a wonderful couple.

I think I'm pretty jaded about some things, and have pretty much concluded that this kind of love is so rare that very few ever experience it.  Maybe that's why it moves me so - when I see it.  The real deal.

Tissues, anyone?

I had to post. Now I'm off to iTunes.

Maxine Monday

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Slippin' one in ..

What my cookies were supposed
to look like.

.. I always feel bad when I have Maxine Monday posts back to back.  I just haven't had a whole lot going
on. Tired all the time, and I know it's because of my diet, too many carbs and too much sugar.  Puts me to sleep, literally.

This weekend I made quinoa with spinach, garlic and feta cheese.  Made cauliflower mashed "potatoes" and baked chicken.  Definitely not a cook but every once in a while I have the urge.  Usually it's not quite as healthy.

Ended up changing my mind about the cauliflower recipe and had egg whites leftover so I decided to try my hand at meringue cookies.
Turns out I was supposed to whip the meringue for 15 minutes or longer until it was stiff - heh - I didn't.  The recipe just said to whip until stiff - after 7 or 8 minutes, I thought hell - I guess I'm calling this stiff because I cannot imagine having to whip it longer.  Guess I should have read up a bit before I made them but it was a spur of the moment decision.

What they really looked like.

When they were done - I asked my son if he wanted to try one of my skinny white hockey pucks and after doing so his review was - "tastes like what I imagine paint chips taste like.  But thicker.  But probably with the same lead content."

It's good to have kids, isn't it?

Maxine Monday

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Scratching my head ..

.. why don't I want to go to bed at night .. when I hate getting out of bed in the morning?

Just asking.

Maxine Monday

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The truth is not always appreciated

There are many things I write about here, starting originally with the intention of promoting my jewelry, all the way through talking about depression, my journey of being a caretaker and my mother's passing, to my cats, my kids, and the occasional rant.  My writing is simple, the way I speak, and admittedly grammatically incorrect with poor sentence structure.  But very few people have ever accused me of not being able to get

my point across.

This is a strange point in my life, I feel somewhat unsteady on my feet, self-confident but not, in control but spiraling out of it.  And oh my gosh I hate to even say this because it sounds so ridiculous but I feel misunderstood.

For many years I have prided myself on admitting mistakes (of which there are many), taking responsibility, and have been a strong believer in being open.  In fact - sometimes I think - too open.  Applying for the job I have now it's one thing I repeated to several people - with me, what you see is what you get.  I don't play games, I say what I mean and I'm not one to say what I think people want to hear. That's not to say I just say anything - I recognize there is a time and a place for everything.

So .. what to do when it seems other influences would like me to change the very essence of myself?  Because I don't know how to be anything but real.  And grammatically correct or not, communication has always been one of my strengths.

You look in the mirror every day and you see yourself a certain way.  It's disorienting when others don't recognize that person - is you.  Or maybe they recognize that person - they just don't like who they see.

That is entirely possible.

Not sure there is a single thing I can do about that.