Blueberry Hill

It’s blueberry time here on the farm and I spent a lovely morning in the shade watching my husband pick blueberries. I had my little official blueberry picking basket, but really wasn’t feeling up to crawling around in our forest of fruit. The berries this year are enormous and juicy, so if you are interested, we will be having our driveway sale in the next couple of weeks.

I’ve wandered back up to the house after several conversations with the animals, found a good book, made a blueberry smoothie and will be planting my butt on the porch for the rest of the morning. I’ll be glad when this pneumonia plays out as I am already bored with sitting around.

Check out my pics for an anti-inflammatory treat: Almond milk, blueberries, strawberries, flaxseed and stevia.

Summertime at the Farm

One of the most wonderful things about being at home, is watching everybody else do yard work…haha! Pneumonia has it’s benefits.

Honestly though, I thoroughly enjoy just being at home hanging out on the porch or vegging by the pool. It has been a rough couple of years with the frustration of pool companies, but I am so thankful that this summer, all systems are GO!

As you can see by the pics, it was certainly worth the wait.

Many thanks to the most handsome pool boys EVER!

A Girl’s Gotta Eat

Hey gang, today has been pretty rough, and after a second trip to the ER with crazy RA complications along with the Pneumonia, I was ready to spend the whole day in the Halloween pajamas I wore to the hospital. (Yes, it was so embarrassing). And, BTW, thank you to everybody who has been checking on me. It is really appreciated!

Well about 5 hours after all of the new medications started to wear off, I came back to life and decided it was time to DO EVERYTHING. Apparently, Albuterol is made by the same folks that make speed, and I was starving! Food has been eluding me over the last few days, and nothing seemed to taste right. Of course, nothing really tasted at all, and the twins were cracking up when I didn’t even notice the milk had gone off… hilarious.

So in my brief moments of energy, I made a little sumpthin’ sumpthin’ and thought you’d get a kick out of what I whipped up. If this keeps up, I’ll be starting the Julia Child Cookbook by Sunday dinner.

Hey, a girl’s gotta eat!

Tuna steak (grilled by manly grill servant) and homemade yogurt dill tarter sauce. Side salad with spinach, daikon, celery and tomatoes from the garden. Yum!

Daikon and Decongestants

FD236E7E-218B-4A51-AEC8-F92A668A0FF1.jpegAfter several punky days of sniffling and sneezing (thanks Margaret), I finally crawled under the covers and succumbed to this dreadful head cold.  I doubled up on my Vitamin C and Zinc, along with a few other ancient motherly remedies, followed by a vat o’vicks and a soak in my salt water pool.  Needless to say, I still felt like crap and turned to the big guns with nasal spray and DayQuil.  It was so pitiful on Monday as I rolled into Walgreens for the above ammunition, only to find myself in the parking lot like a junkie trying to pry off the childproof top of the spray bottle.  I actually had to go back inside where my friend October (yes, that is her name) tried to help me, but was eventually forced to get a pair of pliers out of the drawer and two cashiers gripped and wrenched until it finally popped off.  (Glad it wasn’t just me.)

I stayed at work long enough to know I needed to go back home, and dragged my sorry self back to bed.

By Tuesday, all the chicken soup in the world wasn’t working and I gave up the fight and went to the Little Clinic at Kroger.  I was happy to note that I was their only customer and the young man who listened to my tale of woe, was very patient and quite comedic.  I have so many issues with the medical profession and it takes a lot to make me go, but if you have to go…  this place was ok.  They called me in some antibiotics and some kick-ass head-meds, and they were ready at CVS before I even made it to the car.

So for the rest of today, I will be sitting around watching my favorite cooking shows in a mild haze of antihistamines and ginger water.  I imagine I will be back at work tomorrow, though I am not planning anything too strenuous.

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This is what happens when I’m home alone with the cooking channel.  Grilled chicken, fresh spinach and daikon salad with homemade dressing.

Thanks to all of my buds at work who have been checking on me  (Hey, are you dead yet?) and taking up the slack while I’ve been out.  Just in case I have spread my cooties throughout our team.  Here is the recipe for a quick recovery:

Cut up ginger, lemons, limes and mint leaves

Soak above ingredients in the water overnight in fridge and enjoy with a shot of tequila for medicinal purposes, of course!

 

Woman vs Wild Home Repair Update

Well, I bitched my way through the entire year (2017) with endless contractors coming and going, and yet the same pool and hardwood floor projects never did get fixed.  Short of standing in my driveway with a t-shirt cannon and my cash, only a drunken trip to Vegas could have wasted more money.

Did I mention that we are now on our seventh pool company? Yes? Well, sorry, but you’ve got to admit… SEVEN????  Each one dogging the last and each one peering into the swamp of doom and declaring somewhere around a $500 fix.  Several left running with their rubber hoses between their legs and didn’t even have the balls to jackhammer up the cement pool deck like their other chlorine cousins.   One company charged us over $400 to just point at the problem and put blue painter’s tape in an arrow… I’m assuming this was to let other pool sharks know where I kept my checkbook.  This latest company seems to know what they are doing, however, the bill has already soared to over $3000.  I’ll keep you posted.

We are also on our 4th hardwood floor in the same room in just one year.  Yes, I know you have heard this story too.  Again apologies… just trying to bring my new readers up to speed.  Just imagine moving your furniture into a POD every couple of months, taking all of your paintings off the walls, and living for a week or more in your bedroom with a Sheep dog, a Sheltie and various other menageries… only to find out that they screwed it up again and we will be waiting until the planets align to give it another go…  Now they are stating that they never put a floor into a house that doesn’t have a vapor barrier.  I guess that’s a new rule, since these are the same people who put the last two floors in.

Me: “I thought I had a vapor barrier?  I paid Onyx Interiors for one, and didn’t you say you were concerned about the barrier being messed up by our cats????

Them: “Lady, I look under a lot of houses.  I guess I made a mistake.

Me:  Considering how many times you have F*CKED up my house, wouldn’t you pay more attention?”

Them: “I don’t have to listen to this.”  Click.

I’m just saying… it’s a good thing that this conversation wasn’t in person.

So here is the “Woman vs Wild” Home Improvement Update:

Last Sunday as I was putting away my winter clothes (Ok, I was premature about that) I went into an obscure closet in our office.  It is a very old house with closets like Narnia and  clothes rods longer than any firehouse I’ve ever seen.  The roof pitches like an “A” frame which makes it great for shoving shit in there that you never want to see again.  However, on this trip I noticed a white shirt that now looked tie-dyed… WTH… it was wet and hanging next to a red jacket (also wet)  The F*CKING ROOF IS LEAKING!  I couldn’t believe it!  This is in a totally different section than the last leak (that caused all the problems with the hardwood floor), and may I remind all of my readers that our metal roof is only a few years old.

I spent all of Sunday hauling weird clothes to the spare bedroom floor (yes the one I just beautifully painted and decorated).  We called a repair company, but in almost a week’s time, they have not called back.

So with buckets in hand and the most rain I have seen in many years, I sat on the floor and just tried to figure out what in the world to do.

Money Pit: 10,000  Deb: 0

 

27 Week Challenge

Over the holidays my transformation progress really slowed.  Although I didn’t gain any weight, my motivation was elsewhere and I was just trying to get all of the festivities under control at home and at work.  (I am an event and programs director).  When the last of the  Christmas boxes went up into the attic (ok, ok.. there are still a few at the top of the stairs….)  I started looking around wondering what the hell happened to my year of change.

March 2017 started my journey, and although I had come at it with a long list of things I wanted to work on, I realized that there must have been an awful lot of “back-peddling” to achieve so very little.  My pool is still a swamp, my hardwood is still in a pile in the middle of the Dining room, I only lost 50 pounds not 100 pounds, I still had the same job, same routine,  no new adventures, epiphanies or triumphs.  WTH???

Although the journey was supposed to be an overall transformation involving my whole self, I decided to narrow it down a little and concentrate on my physical appearance, hoping to achieve at least ONE part of my list.   I had actually lost 50 pounds, which isn’t chump change, but somehow, I was still wearing most of the same clothes and I looked exactly the same.. just smaller.  I would go so far as to say that I looked worse.  Now, everything that used to be fat, was smooshy.  I wasn’t even CLOSE to what I thought 50 pounds lost would look like.  I HATE those commercials when women say they lost 15 pounds and 3 dress sizes… Good grief.  I guess there was a lot of exercise in my future.

So, while I was thumbing through FB, I saw an ad for a 27 week physical challenge.  Why is it 27 weeks?  I have no idea.  The ad said that it involved kickboxing among other things, and it was at a Jujitsu Studio.  There is nothing I like to do more than kick and punch things.. so  this was right up my alley. The class was local, inexpensive and didn’t involve a bathing suit.   I was a little nervous about being the oldest battleship in the fleet, but I signed up anyway.  The only real thing I was worried about was whether or not I had TIME to do this.  I have crazy work hours, a farm, a family and a lot of time spent commuting…. it was going to be rough.

I am happy to report that this old gal has been hanging in for five weeks now, going to class 3 times a week, and 2 times a week to the gym for weight lifting and walking the track.  Do I feel better?  Hell no!  Every single day I have a new ache or pain, but my commitment remains solid.  The fear of failing at my transformation is greater than the pain in the ass of the break-neck schedule.  Sooner or later, something is bound to happen.

I knew there would be issues.. there always is.  I swear everything else in my life has spiraled out of control, mainly due to me spending so much time exercising.  Dinner has not been regular, and the house looks worse than ever.  My workmates jaws drop as I run out the door at the stroke of 5 wearing my workout clothes.  No longer are the days that I stay after work to finish a project or stop by the store on the way home to get that special something to go with dinner… Sorry gang, but  ya can’t have it both ways.

After the 27 weeks, I will slow my roll and try to create a utopia where I have time for everything…   yeah right, but for now I’m living out of the Mini Cooper with boxing gloves in the backseat right along with my cocktail hour attire and rubber boots.

My year’s transformation has been nothing like I thought it would be.  It was so much harder than I had planned and although I will not reach my goals by March, I will keep the list where it has been all year and cross them off one by one as I smash my way to the finish line!

Happy “Red Shoe” Life New Year

Happy New Year 2018

Although I tried my best to accomplish my Red Shoe Life bucket list in 2017, I found that the more I completed, the longer the list got.  If you read my last post, you know that the “Woman vs Wild” home improvement status got stuck in the muck and though time, money and sweat got used… two of the biggest projects remain undone.  Many thanks to jack-wagon  contractors for that gift, but funny how things turn out.  For example, while meeting my son’s lovely lady Krista’s family for the first time this holiday, they mentioned that their local relation’s business is repairing “old” pools. I nearly stroked out when I heard those magical words.  I have literally used SIX pool companies this year and given each one a chunk-o-change.  There is hope for the black lagoon after-all.  With at least a bit of hope in that department, and our fourth hardwood floor being installed on January 17th..(yes, four floors in the same room in one year) I feel that those two projects may finally wrap up.  What next you ask??  Since I’m not a happy chick when I’m cold, the projects will stay inside for a few months.  Santa did bring cattle panels for the fence, but for now I see painting in my future.

I am happy to say that I successfully did some entertaining this season.  I haven’t had company in years and it had gotten to be quite a phobia.  I managed to keep my hysteria in my head,  instead of flying out of my mouth and didn’t even freak out when moments before the arrival of some new friends for a holiday tea, a jar of coconut oil hit the kitchen floor… SHINIEST FLOORS EVER!!!  Part of my Red Shoe Life is to enjoy my friends more, and since I had been living in what looked like a crack house, I was pretty darn happy to present my new guest bedroom and redecorated bathroom to New Year’s Eve company without batting an eye.  Thank you all for coaching me through that process!

2018 will see the second half of my transformation and I feel this will be the hardest part.  Losing 50 more pounds this year will be the biggest priority… lots of exercise time.  (Thanks, Brandon & Bri for my new weight lifting gloves!)  Feverishly finishing my book and working on 3 separate eBooks is a close second for my time and, of course, my quest to be more engaged with my family and friends.  There are many other rods in the fire, but they are more of a “to do” list, not really transformation material, but I am sure things will get added on a regular basis!

It feels good to be back at the Blog, so buckle up!  This year’s ride is not going to be pretty, but I’m going to put on my Red Shoe Butt Kickers and run for the finish line… right up the middle

!Happy New Year Red Shoe Life 2018