I guess if I have to title this dish, I will title it “Juliana’s Perfectly Scrambled Eggs“! HA! Scrambled eggs are so easy to do it is almost funny!! I usually add everything but the kitchen sink! I am funny about my eggs…I don’t like omelets but I loved “omelets” that are scrambled. I add everything from spinach, swiss cheese, garlic, and ham to bacon, tomatoes, and onions. But, for today, we are going to simply do basic scrambled eggs.
1 Tablespoon extra virgin olive oil (the darker the oil the better for you!!)
2 teaspoons sour cream
Heat on medium heat your olive oil and butter. The olive oil is so good for you and it will keep your butter from burning. Once your butter is melted, crack your eggs and add them directly to your pan. Break the yokes with a fork. Begin to scramble your eggs by stirring almost constantly on low to medium heat. As your eggs begin to lose their moist texture, add your 2 teaspoons sour cream and stir, mixing thoroughly. Don’t cook them much longer at this point because the sour cream is to make the eggs creamy. If you overcook, they will be dry and crumbly. Salt and pepper to taste and enjoy!
Gracie, my baby Chihuahua, is pictured here wearing her costume for the Fall Festival at church. She is going as a taco. Isn’t she the cutest? Gracie is basically my second “all my own” dog. We have had dogs since 1999, and I loved them, but they were really for my children who are grown now.
I knew they taught responsibility, caring, and gave great joy. I knew children that had pets matured more quickly, were more responsible as a whole, and seemed more secure so I knew getting them a pet was a good idea.
When my kids became adults and moved out, we kept my daughter’s Pomeranian. The reason we did was because in her dorm she could not have pets. There was no choice but to leave Prissy with us.
I loved Prissy and formed a very strong bond with her when the kids left home. I didn’t empty nest well and she was now my “baby”. I led a very busy life at that time. I was on the “Library Board” and volunteered many hours at my local library, and with a “Crime Victims Assistance” program in our county. I did volunteering for a local hospital, as well. I was active in my church (the one we attended at the time) so Prissy was left alone quite a bit.
I began to think about this. Prissy was used to gleeful and boisterous play when Kate came home and hubby and I didn’t “play” the way she did. I began to sense there was a loneliness in Prissy and I began to cut back on being gone so much. Still there were days that pulled me away, even when I didn’t want to be. I determined, at that point, I was going to say no a bit more forcefully to some things and give Prissy the attention she deserved.
As this new-found freedom to be home began to dawn on Prissy, she bonded all the more with me. She followed my every step and would put her nose under my door in the mornings, she was so anxious to be with me. Hubby had a rule back then of no dogs in the bed. That rule has since been changed.
Prissy died suddenly and without warning and I was devastated. Gone was my baby with her sweet ways, her adoring, unconditional love, and the fact she was no longer my inseparable buddy was almost more than I could bear. I cried and grieved! It was as if I could not shake it. I felt so much guilt that I had spent too much time away from her in the beginning of my empty nest transitioning, that I had not fought harder to secure a place in my bed so I could be with her that much more. I felt guilt over things I had no control over. I knew God had given Prissy to us and now my gift was gone forever!
I looked for other puppies, hoping another would help fill the void, but none bonded with me or me to them as Prissy had. Actually, none bonded to me period! I thought this was so strange because I had so much love to give. I began to wonder if this was my punishment for not appreciating Prissy as I should have. A friend told me Prissy was one of a kind and I would never find another like her. I began to believe that myself and it deepened my grief beyond words.
I watched as other dog owners would pick a puppy and the bond was totally natural. What was wrong with me?? That question went through my mind over and over. Finally, one day I began to pray about this. I told God Prissy was a dog, not a human and although she was irreplaceable, He could make another one for me with everything I needed, which was loving and companionable!
It was funny, because it takes me days to name a puppy, but as I prayed that prayer the name “Gracie” came to me. God let me know another puppy that loved me unconditionally was coming and to name her Gracie because that is what she would be…my saving grace from oppressive grief.
One day I took one more look at the classifieds online (I was not familiar with rescues at that time). I saw her and called immediately. The lady wanted to know how I got her number because it takes 24 hours for an ad to post and she had only posted ten minutes before the phone call. I knew God was up to something!
We met in a Wal-Mart parking lot the next day. At first I had misgivings about her. She seemed nervous, uncomfortable, and overly shy. Again, a rejection I thought. My friend told me to watch her as she held her. Every time I would say something, she would turn her head as far as it could go to look at me. There was another puppy that didn’t do that. It had bonded with the breeder. My friend looked at me and said, “This is the one, I can tell it. She wants you!”
Gracie had on a bulky sweater and I stripped it off. She relaxed in my arms. I handed the lady the money for her and gave my keys to my friend. I wanted to hold her all the way home. I stopped off at my husband’s office and he thought she was beautiful!! He isn’t a dog person like we are…or I should say WASN’T….he loves her, now.
Gracie and I went shopping with Kate for Gracie’s Fall Festival costume yesterday. Gracie is two years old now, so her costume from last year doesn’t fit. I drove and Kate held Gracie. She shook and trembled and panted the whole way there. The poor baby thought she was going to the vet! We got to the shop and Kate said Gracie was making her hot. Kate had been fishing and she was still pretty layered up, ready for a blizzard in south Texas…she is my Aggie!
When I took Gracie, immediately the shaking, trembling, panting stopped. I felt her little body totally relax. I don’t need signs anymore to know Gracie and I have bonded, but when I get them they warm my heart and bring me such joy!
I will always miss Prissy. She was one of the best dogs we ever had! But, Gracie is, too. She fills my heart with so much love! The old rule of no dogs in the bed is long gone. She snuggles right next to me at night and greets me with loving wet kisses in the mornings. She lets me dress her, put rhinestone collars on her, and baby her to my heart’s content. Her attitude seems to say, “Whatever makes Momma happy, makes me happy and that is what it is all about!” If you are a dog owner, you will know as crazy as this may sound, it is very normal and true!
The lady in the pet store said to me yesterday, “Ah, a rescue dog….one you rescued and one that rescued you!” I think that describes Gracie and me perfectly!
If you are thinking of a dog, precious reader, please, adopt and don’t hesitate! You won’t regret it!! They are great for your health physically and emotionally and you are great for theirs, too! Check your shelters and organizations such as ”Dogs Bound For the Pound”. They will be loyal and loving companions for life and for the fact you saved them from the unthinkable! Somehow, they know you literally saved their lives!
Please, let me hear your story of you and your precious pet! I know it is a beautiful one!! I will see you soon!
When you first find out you are going to be a mother, you hear all types of advice and things to expect. You are told to play classical music and point the speakers toward your growing tummy and your baby will be musically inclined, to read the encyclopedia to it and they will be gifted, what stroller to get, what baby bed is best, what to do the nursery in, the best pediatricians to use, and the list goes on and on! But, what you don’t hear about is the pain and agony you go through when they grow up and leave you.
My son lives in Arkansas. He is a minister and I am so very blessed!! Our vacation has been spent seeing him. I don’t want to say good-bye, I don’t want to leave. No amount of Chihuahuas (well, maybe one more…or two) take away the pain of my children growing up! You know it HAS to happen, is bound to happen, and something would be wrong if it didn’t, BUT there is no comfort in that either!
I still have my daughter and will for two more years, which I am grateful for (it makes her cry for some reason…go figure!). But, empty nesting the second time is just as hard as it was the first time…why didn’t anyone tell me about this?? Is there a support group for this sort of thing???
I look at the love my children have for God and others, the way they love to serve, and to hear what they want for the future. I love to see how they write scriptures and tape them to their mirrors and speak the word, knowing it in their hearts not just their heads! I am blessed, so very blessed!
You never stop being a mother and they will never stop being your babies. I will be fine…they just better realize they will never get too big for my lap or my rocking chair, no matter where that may be! The book “I Love You Forever” is so true…I love you forever, and forever my baby you will be!
Can we say, “YUMMY”?? On this easy fall salad we can!! This is so easy, so yummy you will be asked for the recipe every time and it is healthy to boot! Great for church get togethers, family reunions, or just because it is apple pickin’ time. Whips up fast and if you can read a recipe you can make it! Have fun being the hit of your next get-together and enjoy!!
1/4 cup slivered almonds, toasted (I do mine in the microwave on 1 minute…if you want them more toasted, microwave every 30 seconds until you have desired taste)
1/4 cup dried cranberries
1/4 cup chopped dried cherries
1 (8 ounce) container vanilla yogurt
1 teaspoon of honey (optional)
Today, I celebrated my friend’s birthday. She is on the right. I decided it was time to post a current picture. I am the one in the middle and the beautiful lady on the left is my cousin.
If you have been with the blog long you know my friend is my pastor, too. We always celebrate one another’s birthdays and we always try to make the day extra special. We began with lunch at a place as close to a tea room (Kathy lovesssss tea rooms) as I could get followed by hospital visitation (what else would a true pastor want to do??).
Our friend, relative, and church member we visited went into surgery (and is doing well) and we left to get ready to meet the other church ladies for pedicures and hamburgers afterward.
Kathy is truly an inspiration to me in many ways. My mother has taught me so much, and I admire her above any woman I have ever known, but Kathy runs a close second. It was Kathy’s dedication to the “low carb” lifestyle that finally set me off on that same turn and eternal journey. If you are new to the blog, a year ago I had to be put on a beta blocker. I have now been off the beta blocker for almost two weeks, had almost NO sugar for two weeks and have felt incredible!!
I immediately began to lose weight, which was something I could not do before! I had, had a “bloated” look and would not let a camera near me! When this picture was taken tonight, for the first time, I could actually see the real me beginning to emerge. The beta blocker had caused me to retain excessive fluid. God healed my heart a week ago this past Wednesday and I praise Him for it! At the same time God expects me to have sense and act wisely! I am not to put my health in jeopardy by doing things I know are not good for me, but I thought this once would not hurt to “indulge” just a bit.
Since we were “celebrating” I ate a hamburger and drank a soft drink. I noticed before we had a chance to leave the restaurant I was developing a pretty severe headache. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Nausea soon began to almost overtake me. I am quite familiar with these symptoms! They are the ones I had before I gave up sugar!!
I knew sugar was bad! I knew God had convicted me of the amounts I was consuming in breads, sugary drinks, and those “occasional” desserts. I have committed to the “Daniel Fast” and I am more convinced than ever God was totally in my discovery of it and committment to staying off sugar because of the dangers of it!
In a way, I am so glad I “cheated” tonight! If I had ANY doubt, I certainly don’t now. It says in Psalm 16 God has a path of life He will show us. I know it not only means spiritually, but physically as well. I am so thankful to Him for bringing information I needed to get my health back. I am also so grateful to Him that He healed me so I don’t have to take a medicine that put a great deal of weight on me to the point I was ashamed to be photographed. I can put the picture up without shame and without hiding!
God is concerned with every part of our lives. As I chronicle my “journey”, I know I will learn more. I will be sharing it with you over the next few months from time to time. I will also be giving more low carb recipes for anyone who feels God is leading them on this “sugarless” journey. We can do this! How supportive it feels to know I am not doing it alone!!
God bless you, precious reader! I will see you soon!