You may want to follow me on Pinterest. I LOVE PINTEREST. It not only relaxes me, it motivates me, too. I get inspired to cook by the beautiful pictures of food and I get inspired to make crafts, too. I'e learned a lot by following pins to educational articles. I try to check my pins for spam. Don't you hate them? So, here's my Pinterest page: http://www.pinterest.com/viccimn/ I hope you like it.
I also have a Twitter account. I like Twitter a lot, too. I think it's especially fun when you get to interact with celebrities. I tweet lots of liberal, political stuff, so consider yourself fore-warned. Here's the link to my Twitter page: https://twitter.com/Viccimn
Now, this is a little embarrassing. Just between you and me, one of my cats has a Twitter page. I know, I know. I was just getting into Twitter, when we got our kitten, Angel. She was so cute and I was taking tons of pictures of her. It just kind of happened. I made her an account. And the funniest thing happened. She got bunches of followers! Do you know how many cats, dogs, birds and other pets have Twitter accounts? Just open one for one of your furry friends and you'll see! There are some pretty intricate relationships; even a paramilitary group for kitties. Seriously. It's a hidden culture. Check it out. Your cat is feeling left out. This is Angel's Twitter page: https://twitter.com/UglyKitty1
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Yummy French Toast
You'll probably love this French Toast.
Funny. Just starting a blog seemed to empty my mind. Oh, the pressure. Anyway...
Many bloggers, at least the ones I follow, share favorite recipes. I'm just a beginner cook, so I'd like to share wonderful recipes I've tried. Yeah, seriously, at my age, I'm just learning. It never occurred to me that I didn't know how to cook. No one taught me, I just did it. My first husband ate everything, so I didn't know the difference. I thought my second husband was just picky. Well, he is, but I still didn't know how to cook. I was too busy working full time to even think about it. All I cared about were putting the "three basic food groups" on the table for my family. At least I offered the right food, right? Not exactly. The vegetables were out of cans. The meats were prepackaged and frozen. Pasta dinners came out of boxes. Apologies to my kids. I was honestly doing my best at the time.
About a year ago, I cleaned out our cupboards of processed foods. I'd decided that healthy food was good medicine, and by God, my husband and I were going to get healthy. You can't get rid of processed foods without learning how to cook. And, who would have thought, with the time and resources, I love to cook! Like I said, I'm just a beginner. This morning, I made French Toast. It's the second time I've used this wonderful French Toast recipe from Alton Brown. I don't know what that was I used to make, but this is the only way I'll make French Toast from now on. It's crispy on the outside with a creamy custard on the inside. As you can see, I like sour cream instead of syrup. I follow the recipe exactly. And, I stopped mid-scarffing to take a photo for you, too. Enjoy...
French Toast on the Food Network,
Funny. Just starting a blog seemed to empty my mind. Oh, the pressure. Anyway...
Many bloggers, at least the ones I follow, share favorite recipes. I'm just a beginner cook, so I'd like to share wonderful recipes I've tried. Yeah, seriously, at my age, I'm just learning. It never occurred to me that I didn't know how to cook. No one taught me, I just did it. My first husband ate everything, so I didn't know the difference. I thought my second husband was just picky. Well, he is, but I still didn't know how to cook. I was too busy working full time to even think about it. All I cared about were putting the "three basic food groups" on the table for my family. At least I offered the right food, right? Not exactly. The vegetables were out of cans. The meats were prepackaged and frozen. Pasta dinners came out of boxes. Apologies to my kids. I was honestly doing my best at the time.
About a year ago, I cleaned out our cupboards of processed foods. I'd decided that healthy food was good medicine, and by God, my husband and I were going to get healthy. You can't get rid of processed foods without learning how to cook. And, who would have thought, with the time and resources, I love to cook! Like I said, I'm just a beginner. This morning, I made French Toast. It's the second time I've used this wonderful French Toast recipe from Alton Brown. I don't know what that was I used to make, but this is the only way I'll make French Toast from now on. It's crispy on the outside with a creamy custard on the inside. As you can see, I like sour cream instead of syrup. I follow the recipe exactly. And, I stopped mid-scarffing to take a photo for you, too. Enjoy...
French Toast on the Food Network,
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Journal Entries
A Selection of Journal Entries...
Dated July 22, 1997:
Who knows when the kitchen floor had been mopped last? The ever-shine linoleum was dulled by dirt and sticky with kid-droppings. My husband said he'd rather walk barefoot across an alley than approach the kitchen without slippers.
Dated December 12, 1999:
Don't say you're sorry
To bring the silence to an end.
Don't say you're sorry
To make my heart bend.
Don't say you're sorry,
Just to do it again.
Dated October 11, 2011
Bless little Delilah's heart. She had surgery on her skull today. Brie, Seth and I stayed at the hospital, but then I went home after Delilah was stable in the recovery room. Today was such a difficult day. Delilah is the happiest baby. Thinking of her in pain is unbearable. And then poor Brie and Seth. They love her so. It was hard to see their pain as they met Delilah in the recovery room. Her head was completely bandaged and her little eyes were black and blue and swollen shut. She looked like a little cherub, but not like Delilah. The doctors an nurses are very nice and considerate. What a difference it makes. It was supposed to be in the 80's today. Yet, all it's done is rain. Thank you, God, for watching over Delilah, Brie and Seth. I've learned a grandmother's heart breaks twice, once for her child and again for her grandchild.
Dated July 9, 2006
Today, my darling granddaughter [Scarlett], I felt you move. You got the hiccoughs and I felt those, too.
Mommy teases me when I cry. But, I know she would be surprised if I didn't. My tears are just my love for you spilling over.
Dated July 22, 1997:
Who knows when the kitchen floor had been mopped last? The ever-shine linoleum was dulled by dirt and sticky with kid-droppings. My husband said he'd rather walk barefoot across an alley than approach the kitchen without slippers.
Dated December 12, 1999:
Don't say you're sorry
To bring the silence to an end.
Don't say you're sorry
To make my heart bend.
Don't say you're sorry,
Just to do it again.
Dated October 11, 2011
Bless little Delilah's heart. She had surgery on her skull today. Brie, Seth and I stayed at the hospital, but then I went home after Delilah was stable in the recovery room. Today was such a difficult day. Delilah is the happiest baby. Thinking of her in pain is unbearable. And then poor Brie and Seth. They love her so. It was hard to see their pain as they met Delilah in the recovery room. Her head was completely bandaged and her little eyes were black and blue and swollen shut. She looked like a little cherub, but not like Delilah. The doctors an nurses are very nice and considerate. What a difference it makes. It was supposed to be in the 80's today. Yet, all it's done is rain. Thank you, God, for watching over Delilah, Brie and Seth. I've learned a grandmother's heart breaks twice, once for her child and again for her grandchild.
Dated July 9, 2006
Today, my darling granddaughter [Scarlett], I felt you move. You got the hiccoughs and I felt those, too.
Mommy teases me when I cry. But, I know she would be surprised if I didn't. My tears are just my love for you spilling over.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
What I've Survived Helps Define Me
I was hospitalized for 6 days, with acute, paralyzing depression in Jan. 1999. On discharge, I was diagnosed as having bipolar disorder and later I was diagnosed bipolar I. I was prescribed Klonopin at the time of hospitalization and I took it for 14 years. I attended a weekly support group whose mantra was “Always Take Your Medication--even when you feel better…” So I did. But, I kept getting worse.
Two months ago, a new psychiatrist told me how bad Klonopin was for me and took me off of it. I am still going through withdrawals. No longer trusting psychiatry, I went online to try and heal myself with diet and supplements. I took myself off the Wellbutrin and Lithium, too. While recovering, I've been reading about the side-effects of Klonopin. I honestly believe I was misdiagnosed. I believe my depressions and rages, over the last 14 years, were caused by the Klonopin. I had five different psychiatrists over 14 years. They did not ask why I was prescribed Klonopin or how long I had been on it. They just renewed it. My mood has been totally stable since I stopped my medication, though I've been physically as sick as a dog.
I am a wife, mother and grandmother. I have been an R.N. for 30 years. I lost my career (and 6-figure salary) and most of my friends. I now have panic attacks, one after another, as a result of brain damage, which I’m hoping is not permanent. It is an ordeal for me to leave just my house.
Is it possible I was misdiagnosed and mistreated for 14 years?! I think so. I believe Klonopin tarnished 14 years of my life. I don't want anyone else to suffer as I have. I’d like to keep telling my story in a responsible manner.
Two months ago, a new psychiatrist told me how bad Klonopin was for me and took me off of it. I am still going through withdrawals. No longer trusting psychiatry, I went online to try and heal myself with diet and supplements. I took myself off the Wellbutrin and Lithium, too. While recovering, I've been reading about the side-effects of Klonopin. I honestly believe I was misdiagnosed. I believe my depressions and rages, over the last 14 years, were caused by the Klonopin. I had five different psychiatrists over 14 years. They did not ask why I was prescribed Klonopin or how long I had been on it. They just renewed it. My mood has been totally stable since I stopped my medication, though I've been physically as sick as a dog.
I am a wife, mother and grandmother. I have been an R.N. for 30 years. I lost my career (and 6-figure salary) and most of my friends. I now have panic attacks, one after another, as a result of brain damage, which I’m hoping is not permanent. It is an ordeal for me to leave just my house.
Is it possible I was misdiagnosed and mistreated for 14 years?! I think so. I believe Klonopin tarnished 14 years of my life. I don't want anyone else to suffer as I have. I’d like to keep telling my story in a responsible manner.
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