Saturday, September 29, 2012

Menu for September 30-October 11

Sunday September 30, 2012

Meat Loaf
Mashed potatoes/gravy
Frozen corn

Monday October 1, 2012

Tuesday October 2, 2012

Wednesday October 3, 2012

Wednesday Church Kentucky Fried Chicken Night

Thursday October 4, 2012

Justin and Paige
Green Bean Soup

Friday October 5, 2012

Taco Bar

Saturday October 6, 2012

Sunday October 7, 2012

French Fries

Monday October 8, 2012

Tuesday October 9, 2012

Soup and Sandwiches

Wednesday October 9, 2012

Wednesday Church Kentucky Fried Chicken Night

Thursday October 10, 2012

Chicken and noodles
Mashed taters

*Click on links for recipes 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Dressing modest versus the 'slutty' look

     We have a big disagreement going on at my house right now. My granddaughter attends a Wednesday night youth church group and they have been discussing "God, Love, Sex." She is a 12 year old ,seventh grader. I don't have anything at all against these discussions and actually welcome all the support that I can get as a grandmother raising a young girl in this day and age. She came home this past Wednesday night all in a tither about the way that the youth pastor classified the way that the girls in the group (some of them) were dressing slutty. Now this has opened up a whole discussion at our house as to what constitutes the term 'dressing slutty'.
      I say she should embrace modesty. I have always felt that way. Little girls need to remain covered up. But I have been told that I am 'old-fashioned' and she doesn't want to look stupid. I am trying to teach her that a modest person does not dress to call attention to herself. But of course she wants to look cute and to be pretty.
      One of my rules is that under every low cut shirt must be a cami. It can be plain or can have a bit of lace to give her that 'feel pretty' look. But I don't want my 12 year old grand daughter showing anything of her chest to anyone. They are not yet aware of how they need to stand, to bend, to lean over to prevent looking straight down their top and a cami provides that extra coverage. So we have purchased a variety of camis to fill out her wardrobe.
    Thelatest fashion look is short, shorts and short dresses. Deep breath here, granny. My rule is that no short, shorts may be worn outside of our home. And only short dresses with tights or leggings. Thank goodness those are in-style right now. I was even looking at a video tonight of a young girl talking fashion and it is currently fashionable to wear tights under shorts. Not my idea of attractive, but hey I am all for whatever is covering her up more. And paired with a pair of short boots......who would have thunk! So as for length of dresses and skirts: Here is the rule that I am adopting; it must be at least finger-tip long when her arms are straight down to her side. And if that is as long as it gets, then she has to wear tights. Dresses or skirts that are knee length or longer will be okay without tights or leggings.
     Bra straps that show are another fashion statement that I just don't get. But I am not really going to fight about this one. When I was growing up, we would have died if our bra strap showed. But now they find particularly pretty bra straps specifically so they can show.
     I am putting my foot down to anything on the front of a tee shirt that is in anyway sexual or suggestive in meaning. I don't even like the ones that insinuate they are in charge....My Parents Think they are are in Charge, but I really am! Nope, no one here going to wear one of those. Just disrespectful  as far as I am concerned.
    And since I have never raised a daughter, I have had to educate myself on a lot of different things. For instance, I was reading recently that the jelly bracelets that lined little girls arms in the 1980's and were simply a fashion statement are now making a sexual statement. WHAT??? It is a different world out there and parents and grandparents have to educate yourselves on these matters. If you question something, do your research.
     Wearing make-up is another issue of discussion with us. When I was growing up, no girl below the age of 16 would ever, ever wear make-up of any kind. I used to sneak it out of the house at age 15 and put it on in the bathroom at school and then remember to remove all traces of it before I got home. I am allowing her to wear light colored eye shadows (pale tans and pinks) a touch of mascara and lip gloss. That is all she needs! I am teaching her how to apply it with a light hand and letting her true beauty shine through. And she is okay with this. She even mentions those girls who put on the heavy eyeliner and blush as not being very pretty. SCORE one for granny.
    Bottom line is that I want the very best for my grand daughter. I want her to feel good about herself. I want her to feel beautiful without feeling 'slutty'. I value the fact that the youth pastor discussed this with the girls, but I want her to listen and to make her own decisions on what is best for her. The way she dresses does not mean that she is not a good girl. It does not mean that men or boys will look at her as a sex object. That is their problem, not hers. I am going to continue to insist on a certain level of modesty. She will look appealing and classy and won't fit into that classification of 'slutty', whatever that may mean. Now if we could just get all the older ladies of the church to help set an example. I will leave that for another time.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Simple Woman's Daybook


September 23, 20012

Outside my window...

Outside my window another night has fallen. It is dark and  cool and we are now into Autumn. Not one of my favorite times of the year as it means that winter is coming. And I do not like winter. It is currently 61F. This morning it was cool enough in the house that it made me WANT to turn on the heat, but I resisted.

I am thinking...  

I am thinking how tired I am tonight. Very little sleep last night as Richard was quite restless. I imagine he was over tired. Just like little ones who have too much excitement and can't rest at night.

I am thankful...

I am thankful, once again, for family. My cousin Calvin and his Daughter Tami came for a quick visit from Lawrence. It perked me up. I often wish he lived just down the street from me so we could see each other more often. But then I am reminded that too much of a good thing is always just too much.

In the kitchen...

In the kitchen, I was too tired to cook today, so I took some money set aside for other things and sprung for McDonald's. Kids were happy as they miss eating there on a regular basis. I am going to try a corn beef this week. I have never cooked one before.

I am wearing...

I am wearing tee shirt and short. Crocs and brightly colored socks. Yep, probably not real fashionable. But I am comfortable.

I am creating...

I am NOT creating! So there!

I am going...

I am going to try to get some more deep cleaning done this week. No promises. Every day of my life is now based of what is going on with Richard. Right now he is doing pretty good. But I never know what tomorrow will bring. One day at a time.

I am wondering...

I am wondering, as usual, what will tomorrow bring? I ask myself this often now. 

I am reading...

I am reading the same book on my Nook Color that I was reading last week. But I near the end and then I will find another to read.

I am hoping...

I am hoping the weather will stay this nice. It is okay to be cool. Let us just not reach that 'cold' stage too soon.

I am looking forward to...

I am looking forward to just looking forward! What more can I say?

Around the house...

Around the house I need to get the outdoor plants ready to move inside. That means washing them, debugging them and hauling them in.

I am pondering...

I am pondering painting the dresser in our bedroom. I think I will paint them both white and make them look like a set. I love the one that my cousin Calvin brought me. I just need to get busy working on it.

A favorite quote for today...

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Albert Camus

One of my favorite things...

One of my favorite things is the colors of autumn. I do love the oranges, rusts, browns, tans and deep, deep purple.

A few plans for the rest of the week:

Monday is going to be return to school and Boy Scouts, Tuesday just a nice quiet day, Wednesday I will drive the kids early to their respective schools for See you at the Pole and then in the evening they will meet downtown for See you after The Pole; Thursday Justin and Paige will be here and Paige has Soccer; and Friday is a day out of school.

A peek into my day...

Sunday, September 16, 2012

What the past year has been like...............

     One year ago today, Richard suffered an occipital stroke, that has changed our lives forever.It has been a long year. It has been a good year. When this happened last year, I was not sure that he would ever leave the hospital, let alone still be with us one year later. We were so lucky to have gotten him to the hospital in time for the IV treatment that kept the stroke from causing more damage then it did. You can read about those days here and here and here.
     This September has been another challenge for us. Fall seems to be a time of struggle for Richard. Last Saturday night (well, really it was early Sunday morning) he woke me and said he didn't feel very good and was going to go out into the living room to sleep in his recliner. I got up with him and settled onto the couch. He slept ALL day that day in his recliner, getting up only to go to the bathroom. He would not eat. He would not take any medications. By night time he was very weak. And very pale. Darian paced the floor all day and spent a lot of time out in the gazebo by himself. Harley shed a few tears.
     During this night it was awful. He couldn't hardly walk at all. No Parkinson's meds since Saturday. Parkinson's meds leave the system fast. That is why there are usually so many doses in the daytime. They don't build up like other meds. He had to be taken to the bathroom three times and three times he peed all over himself. Very stressful for both of us. I talked to him about calling the doctor. He is very adamant about this. Does not want the doctor and does not want to go to the hospital. I will honor his wishes for as long as I can do it at home.
     Later On Monday afternoon, I am sure that we are losing our Papa. I notify Brooke so that she can prepare Paige. And I call Justin. Before Justin calls me back, Papa decided he wants to eat something. This is the first sign of improvement that I have seen. It is the beginning of the roller coaster ride. Up, up, up we chug to the top and shoosh we speed down to the lows. I tell Justin not to come. He is better. Justin says he will come on Tuesday for sure. He and Trina will take care of dinner. That sounds good to me.
     Brother Chuck comes out and brings with him a brand new bedside commode sent by my new found friend Lana, the Coupon Sailor. Hopefully this will help with the night time.
    When Justin comes on Tuesday evening, he orders Pizza for supper. Papa gets up to the table and eats a piece of Pizza. Justin, I know, is having a hard time believing that I thought Papa was dying just 24 hours ago.  But that is the way it goes. Justin stays all night and looks like things are looking up again.
   Or not.................
     By Wednesday around noon he was starting to complain about a bellyache. He hasn't hardly eaten anything since Saturday and he hasn't had a BM since Saturday. So I gave him a dose of MOM and we will see what happens. His fever is now gone. Wednesday night he sleeps until early morning and then he is up and wants to go to the bathroom. I help him down the hallway. He doesn't want to use the commode. He is so STUBBORN and full of pride. I half carry, half drag him down the hallway. He grabs the towel bar to steady himself and it falls off the wall. I yell at him.........."that is what happens when you do that" Harley is getting ready to go to school and she hears a thud and thinks that I have hit her Papa. LOL. Not that I haven't thought about it a time or two. When I get him settled back into his chair in the living room both Harley and I lecture him on his having to use the commode. He is agreeable at this moment.
     Around noon, he is eating breakfast and reading the paper. Once again the roller coaster car has chugged to the top. Damn it; stay there. I want the brakes to hold. Chuck comes out and is surprised to see how much better he is. Later today he goes into the bathroom, with help and shaves. That makes him look better.
     Friday morning I help him with a shower. That is an ordeal for both of us. I put the commode chair in the shower and get in there and help him scrub up. But it was all worth it cause he now looks and feels so much better. We just washed that week of sickness right down the drain.
     I think we are probably where we are going to be now. Mostly at the top of the hill but short little episodes of lows. We will just now take it one day at a time. And thank the Lord everyday for the little things.