Category Archives: Hobbies

Try It Thursday: Sausage Quiche

Yesterday when we were waiting for the doctor to come in Mother looked at recipes. I had already decided that I was going to do something with the sausage my hubs thawed a few days ago in the frig so that it did not go bad.

Mother said, “Sug, don’t this look good.”

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Showing me a sausage quiche recipe. My empty stomach rumbled, my mouth watered. I looked over the ingredients and I had everything at home except the pie crust. I would improvise.

About 90% of the time when I see a recipe, I will look at the basic gist of it and then fly with my own version. So instead of the pie crust I just mixed a little Bisquick, water, and a couple of eggs and put it in the rest of the mixture. We are a cheese eating couple so I put cheese on top too as well as in it.

Sausage Quiche

1/2 pound Sausage
1 1/2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1 can Rotel tomatoes, drained
2 eggs
1/4 cup Ranch dressing
1/4 cup sour cream
1/3 cup milk
1 9-inch unbaked deep dish pie shell

Preheat oven to 350. In a large skillet, cook sausage until well browned, stirring frequently. Drain off grease and set aside. Whisk together eggs, Ranch dressing, sour cream and milk. Add sausage, cheese and Rotel. Stir to combine. Pour egg mixture into prepared pie crust. Bake 1 hour. Allow quiche to rest for 5-10 minutes before serving.

I wish I would have written down the amounts that I used. I put everything in a 9×13, so my recipe did have more of everything. I liked the kick that Peppercorn Ranch I used gave it. I also did not drain my tomatoes.

I asked the hubs what he thought and he said, “It is a keeper.”

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This is not a picture of mine, but it looks similiar.

Wordless Wednesday: Kermit’s Wisdom

I am pretty sure I heard a faint singing when I arrived home the other night Some day we’ll find it that rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me. Lalalalala

We looked down and found sitting by our front door our friend Kermit.

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Muscle Cars and Mashed Potatoes

Last night went great. Both my husband and I admittedly nervously anticipated seeing his pal, like any reunion, but after the first practical joke the ice was broke.

We asked the front desk clerk, a super nice lady, to call him and tell him someone was messing with his car. He bound out of his room like Clark Kent changes into Superman, though he did not take time to tie his shoes.

We sat at Ole Times until they kicked us out, literally. Several times before we actually went and made a trip to the buffet the waitress staff checked our ticket to make sure we had ordered buffet because we had sat for so long just drinking our sodas and talking.

Or in my case, listening. I heard more about cars and muscle cars last night than any woman needs to know. Yes, I do live in the South, and yes, I like Nascar, but not because I know what is under the hoods. I will leave that to my very brilliant and and capable husband. Thankfully the coversation was laced last night with humor, and other times I just tried to follow. Humoring them with a “wow” and “really” and “uh-uh” as their body cues and voices prompted me.

Let me see if I can get this right for muscle car lovers out there. He has a blacked out, Mustang 500GT Shelby Cobra with many customizations. I heard alot of blahblahblahblahblah last night. but they were happy, and that was what was important. The hubs needs his buddy. He has had one other friend and his wife visit since we were married. His daughters when we could get them to come, that was only the first couple of years, and that is it. He says that the blood running through his veins is now Southern purged of I suppose.

The phone, roads, and planes go both ways. I am glad that this buddy made the effort to connect with him and see him, it means so much to both of us. I will put up with muscle car talk for that.

Creative Date Night and Photographic View of Depression

Date night, on a budget, what did we do? Well, when we were dating, the whole two weeks we “dated” each other in the same city, we came up with creative ways to do things cheap. Finances are worse now because of my medical issues, so being creative is a necessity.

We recreated one of the dates from the past, well sort of, Happy Hour at Sonic. Two Route 44 drinks and off to the same local park to enjoy nature. He enjoyed it from the comfort of the car, the A/C, and away from the gnats. My camera and I decided we would stroll around the pond and take pictures of the ducks and any other nature I might encounter. The heat, a back and head that is killing me, gnats, the wrong shoes, and getting out of breath walking…I think he had the right idea. I did get some good pictures.

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The ducks were so sweet. They swam along beside me for a bit until they realized I did not have any food. They then went and hung out under the food despenser.

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When I looked at this image on my screen at home I thought that it is a photographic representation of depression. When depressed only focus on the dead and negativity in your life, it seems to almost over power anything good, but if you stick with it look long enough, the negativity fades and you begin to see the white flowers around. Right now, I see many of the dead and negative parts of me, and an occassional white flower. I know as I continue to work through everything, I will start to see more of life’s beauty.

After leaving the park we drove across town to see an exciting sight. A local company has a “century plant” that is blooming. I am not sure how old this one is, I remember the plant being there when I was young and would go to the library that was across the street.

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Look how tall it is. The power line is shadowed by it. The apparently it does not have much time left, the bottom plant is already wilted. After the plant blooms it dies. How sad.

We also went to try to find the husband some work boots, but no luck, maybe next week. We then had to buy dog food for our babies. Tractor Supply is such a great store. I love the old toys they carry, not to mention the dog food for our babies.

Now back at home, sounds like a good southern thunder boomer is coming. Great way to end a relaxed date night.

Take A Look Thursday: Was Jiminy a Cricket or A Grasshopper?

When I looked at this grasshopper I thought of Jiminy Cricket, was the artist confused, was he really a grasshopper?

This was taken with my IPhone Flickr is down tonight. I have some really closeup I cannot wait to share.

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Silly Saturday: Are You On Vacation?

This week my husband and I went to the local Chinese buffet.  We have gone many times before and usually talk to the same Chinese  young man there.  He is very friendly and smiles and nods repeatedly with his broken English.

The last time we went my husband and I noticed a wasp nest over the sidewalk, and me being the amateur photographer nut that I am, decided that I would take a picture of it next time we came.  So we stood outside with me dancing around, hoping to get a descent photo of the nest.  These look VERY amateur.  I am still learning the telephoto.

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As part of my therapy, since I am having a difficult time being intimate, I figured this would be a great chance for us to go back and really date.  I asked my hubby some getting to know you questions and then some questions on getting to know your spouse better.  We had a great conversation, and so much laughter too!

When he came back from getting another plate, just like a teenager, I had my camera waiting.

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I took several pictures of him and his meal.  🙂  He was such a good sport!

When we went to check out, our Chinese friend asked, “You vacation?”

We thought he was referring to the fact that we had not been in several weeks, so my husband said, “No, we no have money, just haven’t been in.”  As he moved his fingers back  and forth as if to communicate money.  I thought it was cute how we try to communicate as simple as possible, and sound like the Indians in old western movies in the process.

“No, no, no. I see camera. And you take pictures. Thought you vacation.”

I just laughed and explained about the wasp nest, and my love of pictures, and we told him next time that I would take his picture.  He seemed very excited about that.

“Okay, okay!  Yeah next time you take my picture!”

 

A Few Hours in Paradise

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We took the car to Sears to get tires. A “quick trip” that was supposed to be 1.5 – 2 hours, left us ended stranded for 4.5 hours the Bulldog in me growled and showing my teeth. We ended up with $40 off and a free oil change. We did meet some really nice people in the waiting area, and the customer service young lady was super nice. She saved the sale for Sears, not only because she gave us a discount, but she really was very nice and caring.

My favorite part of the day by far was going to the beach. The area we go to is so peaceful and serene. The ebs and flows of the waves soothed me. I loved taking pictures of birds, the water, and people. My husband and I talked about making it a standing date night to take a lunch to the beach once a month and sit and relax. We have not taken our chairs the last two times. The next times we will ne sure to do that.

I tell you the truth there is something to be said for running your toes through the slightly warm soft sand of the beach. The area we go to it is not packed down. I just love it. We talked to a local and the last time we came we noticed there was a creek that separated the mainland from an insland. it is only a few feet across. He told us tonight there is a deep drop off and ther are oyster beds there, and they will cut you up really bad if you did not know they were there during high tide and stepped off and were hammered by the waves into the shelf.

We watched this one young man casting his net. His Mom said that earlier he had caught a couple of fish and a few crabs. I wish we would have seen it. He was diligent. He kept casting away. i think it is great he is learning such an awesome skill.

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I have never seen so many pelicans in my life. There was a sandbar way offshore and I suppose they were bathing and eating on it. Every so often several of them would fly our direction.

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One the way home from a nearly perfect evening at the beach, we hear that familiar, shake rattle and roll coming from the left side of the car. We have our new tires, so we do not know what it is. My husband is going to call the dealership Monday. His Grandpa was a Chevy man, and because of that Jethro has been a faithful Chevy man too. This HHR and the last two Chevy delearships we have dealt with have broke him from that. Now he is build Ford tough. ;). Guess that is the whole marriage conversion, if I remember correctly, my Grandaddy was a Ford man. 🙂
Since I have started taking pictures critters have been one of my favorite subjects, and the closer I can get to them the better. I love macrophotography. Here’s a couple of pictures of a mammoth frog.

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Oh my goodness, I almost forgot one of the BEST parts of today. While we were at the mall waiting for our car there was this gentleman singing, his name is Kris Pierce. He has an amazing voice. He sang “To Make You Feel My Love” for Jethro and I, at my request. (Click his name to check out his music.)

Even though we had the Sears craziness, today was a good day. I had my love with me. We laughed and even shed a couple of tears. I call it a very blessed day. Days like this are exactly what my therapist told me to make happen.

Daily Prompt: I Don’t Wanna, But I Know Need To

Daily Prompt: We Can Be Taught!
Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure – not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself.

Earlier this year my Internist and I sat having lengthy a conversation about my anxiety and depression. Both had gone of for years and years, and I have been through so many medications requiring to change them about every two years. He said in his wisdom that I needed to go to someone specialized in mental health and to get counseling.

My heart and my mind immediately went…EEEEERRRRRKKKKK!!! (That would be the sound effect of brakes stopping racing tires on the pavement.) My voice however said, “My husband goes to Dr. X, a psychiatrist and I will see if I can get in to see him.” My doctor had another psychiatrist that he had referred patients to in the past, if I could not get into Dr. X. I will always remember his words, “Choosing your mental health doctor needs to be a personal decision.” I did not quite understand the full impact and emotion behind that until later in my journey.

For the life of me I do not remember if it was that day or a week or several weeks before I made an appointment with Dr. X, nonetheless, I did. I cried on the way to the appointment, realizing that I needed it but still sad that I had to go. Even thought about cancelling, after all I had asthmatic bronchitis and was coughing constantly. I would not be able to talk, yes, that would be my excuse. I knew if I cancelled, though, I would not reschedule.

I had sat in his office a couple of times before with my husband, this time was different. I was the one under the microscope and being mentally interrogated. He started throwing possible diagnosis at me. MS, ADD, Asbergers, PTSD, Major Depression, and Anxiety. Woah, what are you talking about Doc? My mind raced. He sent me for a gallon of lab work, which was good. I needed several of them for my other doctor too. Before I left he said “I want you to make and appointment to meet with this therapist, she does EMDR.” I will never forget his words either, “I really feel she can help you.”

So off I went to call the therapist, she was able to see me that day. You often hear the cliché today is the first day of the rest of your life. Well, that day truly was, and not in a good way.

You can read about that experience here.

That is one call I wish I had never made, truth be known, I wish I could rewind the clock and see another psychiatrist. I think it is a bad idea for spouses to see the same psychiatrist, especially when one or the other is really close with the psychiatrist. My husband has been in with Dr. X for two years now. I am not saying Dr. X is not a good doctor, he has helped my husband, but I think because of the friendship he has with my husband it is hard for him to be objective about me, or at least that is how I feel. Trust is key in a mental health doctor patient relationship, as in any doctor patient relationship.

When I started going to the EMDR therapist Dr. X said he would “hover” over my care and see me every three months. He never changed my mental medications, but wanted to remove me from the medications for my other health problems, or rather wanted my other doctors to remove me from them. When things went so horribly wrong with EMDR, I felt betrayed by the EMDR therapist and Dr. X for recommending her so highly when she clearly was not going by EMDR protocol. My husband still goes to both, so as my internist puts it, mental health is an individual choice. I really think Dr. X is a genuinely nice person, and am so grateful for what he has done to help my husband.

I have now found the right therapist for me. She talks to and with me. When I explain how I am feeling she makes sure she understands she heard what I meant and felt behind my words. I appreciate that. I have an appointment to see a new psychiatrist soon. She is highly recommended by my therapist.

I am learning so much about myself in therapy. Just this week, right before session ended I recognized something pivotal. Anytime anything negative happens in my life, I do not just live that negative event. I relive every negative event. That is why I get so, so upset and so,so down and discouraged feeling like there is nothing good in the world. I guess misery loves company, so does my own misery, it brings its own memories. She mentioned this is a symptom of PTSD and grief.

A light bulb just went on in my head as I typed that. My Mother mentions that I get very very angry lately. I do not realize how intensely angry I get because I am trying so hard not to let my emotions take control of me. I wonder if this too could be part of that same picture. For example last Friday being denied by disability, I knew I was intensely sad, but I do not recall anger. Mother recalls anger. Do all of my suppressed emotions bubble over at once without me realizing it? Over something relatively small in the scheme of things, I knew I would be denied the first time. I became so depressed by the belittling terminology used in the letter.

I am learning that though I feel weak, in the same breath I am very strong. I have dealt with many trials in my life, and continue to do so every day. I am a fighter. Some moments I think that fight is gone, but it is clearly still there. I am a survivor.

I am learning and relearning talents that I would not have if I had been brought to this low point in my life. I once loved to write, and I promised I would write to help people. One day I stopped. I thought I lost the talent.

Blogging is not the same as the poetry that I once wrote, but is writing. I am grateful for the outlet. Also my new joy, I would say my one real joy is photography. I am grateful that I am learning to take pictures and see things differently. Something that is interesting to me, is that things that are normally ugly, can be absolutely gorgeous when taken with macro.

I think that is what I am learning through therapy. Take a closer look at yourself, study yourself, get to know yourself, and love yourself. One day, those things that are you think hideous, will be blessings and beautiful. Other people already see that beauty and hold that love for you close until you are ready to accept it, one day I will be ready.

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Daily Post: Strength, Love, Courage, Faith, and Hope

Today’s prompt was about artists. If you read my last post you saw a beautiful painting by Simon Dewey that offers me a great strength and hope.

The artwork I am about to share brings me great courage strength and hope also. I look at it often. It was created just for me when I was going through my trials being diagnosed uterine cancer. That amazing friend Bec you hear so much about created it for me and my support team.

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The words: Strength, Love, Courage, Faith, and Hope. Those words mean so much to me these days as I struggle more than ever with anxiety and depression. I truly thought cancer would be one of the most difficult things I faced. Cancer was a breeze to me. I was able to keep a pretty positive attitude through it. Bec, had no idea, how much I would lean on this art and the words the rest of my life. This is my most treasured piece of art.

The last picture I want to show is one from earlier today from my walk to Narnia. As I mentioned I could not find the wisteria, but I found these tiny flowers. They are so pretty. I think it was appropriate that I needed to look for them, it kept me engaged in the now.

I debated whether or not to post the image because I want to hide behind “Hope” but there are dual purposes for sharing. One to share the art that I love so much, and two to let “Little Shanna” have her day that I show our real name. I will continue to go by Hope on the blog. That is what I am comfortable with. But I am giving her a voice for a moment, to say our name is Shanna.

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