Sunday, April 20, 2014

Deviled Egg Chicks

     I love my deviled eggs and was looking for a different way to make them for this holiday weekend and I found the idea online.

     I don't want to change my filling recipe so I just used the idea and kept my original ingredient list the same.


     Deviled Egg Chicks:
  • 1 dozen hard boiled eggs
  • 1 Tbsp yellow mustard
  • 2 Tbsp white vinegar
  • 1 Tbsp white sugar
  • 3 Tbsp Miracle Whip
  • 2-3 Chopped sweet pickles or 2 Tbsp pickle relish 
  • 1-baby carrot
  • 3-black olive slices
  • Salt and Pepper to taste
1-Boil the eggs, then cool before peeling(I put 1/4 c. baking soda in my water for easy peeling)

2- Cut off the top 1/4 of the pointed end of the egg and put hard yolk in separate bowl
3-Dice the pickles and add all ingredients to yolks and mash together with a fork(I use pickles because I don't like all of the juice from pickle relish)

4-Cut carrot into small pieces to act as the nose and slice black olives to make the eyes

5-Refill the larger portion of the egg to overflowing and add the small top portion of the egg as the cap.  Add the nose and eyes to the filling.

Walaaaa, you have Chicks!

On a side note:  If you must travel with these eggs, I would recommend slicing off the bottom of the eggs to make an even surface so they will still be standing upright and not laying down taking an early nap before their big debut. ;)



Sunday, April 13, 2014

Don't Look, Mom's Poopin'- It Works!

     Okay, this is my first product promotion.  I am not a distributor, but believe in this product enough that I would like to share and encourage you to look into it.  Many of you may not know me well enough to read the words I later write in this blog.  Without your permission, I am taking our friendship to a different level.  After today's blog we are going to be like this:

     Using this product, proceeding my surgeries and anytime I am on pain medicine has been essential in my recovery.  I now, use this in my daily health routine.  Let me explain my reasoning.  

     Having, I believe, six surgeries that first year was toxic to my system.  Falling under anesthesia and dependent on pain killers deteriorates your health quickly when you do either in excess, much less both at the same time.  My hair became brittle, my skin ashen and blemished.  My body felt "heavy", like I couldn't rid myself of the aftereffects.  

     Here's the worst part.  I moved very little during that first year and a half of recovery, took a narcotic every 2-4 hours, was left with the effects of anesthesia swimming around in my carcass.  All of this creates uncomfortable side effects.  Among many side effects there is one that can develop atrocious pain and health issues.  A side effect no one ever talks about, but I sure wish someone would have warned me about before it became an ISSUE.   Want to take a guess?

     CONSTIPATION!  IF you do not understand this word, it means, You Cannot Poop!  At. All.   Not even a little pebble.  I would not bring this up if it wasn't such an ordeal to live through.  Somehow these episodes have made it to my long term memory where more enjoyable ones have not.  During the most dramatic events, I asked myself if the crushing of my bones was worse than attempting to push bricks through my bowels.  


     I also had to attempt the evacuation of those bricks while sitting on a commode in the middle of my living room.  Believe me when the urge hits, you cannot pass up that opportunity, even with four children passing through.  In that instance, I would grab a blanket, situate myself on my throne, let someone in the house know what was about to transpire and that it might take a while.  Much of the time that someone was my nine year old son who then skipped down the hall announcing to everyone in the house, "Don't look, Mom's poopin'!"  Thank you for that Drew.  I lay my head in my hands as sweat beads popped out all over my body from the amount of work and concentration that I was about to tackle.   Eventually it all worked itself out, but not before my small gorge felt like it split into the Grand Canyon.


    This company calls itself,  It Works!
 
  It has become quite popular in the last few years.  You cannot purchase these items in a retail location.  You may order online or better yet, finding a personal distributor to discuss your interest is best.  

     The product that I cannot live without are the Greens.  Orange or Berry Flavor powder is what I started with.
 

Currently the company has offered a Chewable.  This is my preference now.
The Greens detoxify, alkalize, and promote pH balance within the body.  I needed an agent to remove the toxins left over  from narcotics, especially.  The public has become more aware of the need to detox our bodies and this is a natural, safe and healthy way to accomplish that.

Understand that my case was extreme and took weeks to completely convert to the prior state and maintain.   Trust me, when it worked, my bottom was transformed into a machine gun, shooting out bullets the size of pool balls.


Let's end there.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

We are Free at the Moment We Wish to Be

     Tuesday was the day.  The early morning sun hit my face as it shone through the windshield of my car forcing me to slip my sunglasses on.  A welcome action since this winter doesn't want to end.  

     Loving the excitement that was working it's way through my anatomy, bursting into a cheeky grin as I eagerly passed each small town heading to my surgeon's office.   All should go well this day  and I should be able to remove my air boot and slip on the custom brace made for my left ankle.  The elation emanating from me is creating my body to sit straight up in my seat, you wouldn't think I was at all relaxed.  I flash each driver that  passes me a
   sign and then add a wink on top of it, effectively insinuating that I am a complete halfwit. When in truth, I am so full of positive energy that I am like a soda that has been shaken up and if you pop the top, I am likely to explode and spew happiness all over you.

    Swinging the metal door open to the clinic foyer, I face the elevators and give the button an unceremoniously tap.  Looking to my right, I throw one of those too large, toothy grins to the woman who will accompany me on the ride up one floor.  Smiling is contagious.  I was like the baby you saw in the grocery cart that would melt the hardest of hearts, I wore my smile so large that no one dared frown at me.  They were probably afraid I would vomit a rainbow on them or something.

     X-rays were taken, my surgeon is as passionate about this day of mine as I am and my new brace is slipped around my left ankle.  "See you in eight weeks!"  she says.  Thumbs up, wink.  ;)

     Walking proudly, confidently out of the waiting room, holding my large, gray, farm dirty air cast boot in front of me, to be envied by those still wearing theirs, I finally feel freedom.  This time when I leave the orthopedics office, it's different.  This time, there are no more surgeries hanging over my head.  This time, there are no more needles waiting to puncture my veins.  This time, there are no more pill bottles waiting to steal my memories.  This time, it's me and my tenacity.  By God, I am winning.

     I stand poised on the concrete curb, allowing the warmth of the suns rays to embellish my pale face for a little longer than necessary, then walk to my car as I feel the pair of braces confining my ankles.  I sit and crack the windows so I may enjoy the Spring breeze and raise both my arms, with my fists at my ears and scream, " Waaaa Hooooo!!!!"  

     As I turn to the Sirius radio, there is only one station that will match my dynamic mood.  It's a 'HairNation' kind of day!






   
  I am free friends, I am free.