A Day with my Daughter

My daughter and I went to Gulf Shores and both got henna tattoos.
This is mine. It smells like spearmint, and makes me want to make tabouli salad.

Today is a Good Day

Last night, my husband fixed my computer. This morning, my granddaughter was here for a couple hours. While we played, my husband fixed the hot water heater, my piano, and my car, all before noon. Meanwhile, things went well in court for my daughter. Now I have to decide what to do first; take a hot shower, play my piano, or drive somewhere. Today is good day.

10 Banned Foods

1. RBGH in milk
2. genetically engineered foods
3. Ractopamine-tainted meat
4. BVO (flame retartdant) in our drinks
5. artificial colors & dyes - in mac & cheese, crackers, cereal, jello, kool-aid, etc.
6. arsenic-based drugs in animal feed
7. potassium bromate in bread
8. Olestra/Olean, a fake fat, can cause weight gain, diarrhea, cramps and leaky bowels.
9. BHA & BHT - preservatives in cereal, nut mixes, chewing gum, butter spread, meat, dehydrated potatoes, beer, kool-aid, etc.
10. farm raised salmon - can damage your eyesight.
http://eatlocalgrown.com/article/11944-banned-foods.html


Why do we allow these in the USA when so many other countries don't?

Stop Pop

Galatians 6:9 KJV

"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."

Death, A Reminder to Live

I can't bring back the dead, but I can pass on, and celebrate, the memories of them with the living. I used to play cards with my grandparents and their family. I'm going to dig out the UNO cards, and gather my children around the table tonight to play, and talk about going to Chicago to visit my grandparents, talk about how we played cards (usually UNO, but also a card game similar to Pinochle, but called a name I don't remember), and talk about Christmas, and which traditions we hold that came from them.

My youngest children didn't ever really know those grandparents. My teenagers were just babies when we used to visit with them. Even though I may cry while I type this, while old memories and emotions surface, I can use it as an excuse to pass them on to my kids, to continue their legacy through my actions, and explain those to my kids, so our little family traditions will have a deeper meaning.

Sometimes I do things that bring up old memories of family that has passed. I smile, or cry, but keep on, and say nothing. Those memories don't need to be my secrets. My dead relatives live on in my heart and can live on in stories to my children (and grandchildren, as they get old enough to understand). Who I am has a lot to do with where I came from, what happened to me when I was young, and the influences of these special people. As my children continue to grow up, they too can experience these special people through me.

Tokarev is Rage

Tokarev has changed it's name to Rage. I can't wait to see it at The Crescent Theater in Downtown Mobile, Alabama this summer. My husband, Brent Nevison, played the part of David. He grew his hair back and a full beard for this part of the bodyguard to Chernov, the nemesis of Paul Maguire (Nicolas Cage).

I wrote a poem about it called, People Say My Husband's Scary and posted it last June.