Up and running

Started out running then slowed it to a massive brisk walk. Getting geared up for the 5k's coming up. Turkey Trot, Santa's Stroll, and possibly the Fido Run dash for da beads. IDK. It's still early.  Always enjoy listening to my music while run/walking. Keeps me motivated.

Finished a quilt project for a special someone in my life. It turned out truly well. And, I used all the fabric that was around the house. So, was thrifty at the same time. I know they will truly appreciate it. Have been busy making Christmas Ornaments, and decorating the tree. It is done, and beautiful if I do say so myself.

Getting ready for Thanksgiving is such a task in itself. However, I did post a video for my sweet girl on how to bake a turkey my way.. :) was fabulous.
BTW, we still have TURKEY. .

 I woke up one morning with a slight sore throat, that turned into a chest cold, then wham no voice, sicker than any old dog, and yapped at the doc for not signing off my physical. She was like. Uhm, NO you need to come back tomorrow and we will see. I said. pthhh. seriously.? She looked at me said seriously. I said fine. So, back next day. She listens then says, you need a chest xray. I said Oh just sign the form and let me go. Nope Kathryn, you are sick and I am not signing anything. I get the xray, she says you see that white spot right there. Yes. so. She says, drop your droors. I said, do what? She says, " I am giving you a shot of penicillin, you have Pneumonia. I said oh my gosh I do not. She said what do you think that white spot is? OH seriously? She says, " Yes, you need to rest." Then, it went from that to oh and here is another antibiotic, along with this cough medicine that will break up the stuff. Come back in a few days. Ok. So, low and behold zpack ineffective, switched to Zyvox. Am back almost 100%. Still get tired easily. But, have to say, 3 weeks of laying around has changed my figure. Sigh. I have packed on a whopping 14lbs. All that work, all that time, all that for nuthin. Other than I can DO IT AGAIN!. So, Back in the saddle I am. :) Has been quite the busy, freaking month to say the least. I thought I was almost over it, then wham. Relapse. I have discovered the true meaning of The Night Air. oh my gosh. Nothing made me cough more than that air.

On lighter notes; Enjoyed a full day out at the Burn Field in Henderson County. Was exhausting, and amazing all at the same time. Got a ton of time in the smoke, around the flames, and still smell it in my hair. hahahah.

Enjoy your time with your family. Remember to give thanks to God for everything. Remember to tell those around you how much you appreciate them, How much they mean to you, and How much you Love them daily.

Happy Thanksgiving peeps,

Webb

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DIY Spice jars with Chalboard paint

Spice storage. It seems like a clutter problem for every household. There is an ever-growing, ever-rotating container of spices, always different amounts and different jars. And how on earth do you keep them organized so you can find the one spice you need without having to pull every other bottle out of the cabinet first?
Well, call me a braggart, but I think I’ve found a way!
Using some inexpensive hardware store supplies and two dozen mason jars, we’ll create chalkboard stickers that will make it easy for you to add new spices to your collection without disrupting your organization system. This will also ensure that no spray paint will contaminate the inside of your spice containers.

To tackle this spice storage project, you’ll need the following supplies:

• Rust-Oleum Chalkboard spray paint
• Pint sized mason jars, however many you need
• Contact paper
• 2-inch hole punch (found at a craft store)
• Drop cloth (not pictured)
• Painter’s tape (not pictured)

Begin by taping a bit of contact paper to a drop cloth. A 2- to 3-foot stretch of paper should be enough.

Then, lightly coat the contact paper in chalkboard paint. You’ll be applying several very lights coats to the paper to avoid drips, so don’t worry about getting the first coat perfectly even and opaque.

Continue to add layers of chalkboard paint, working in light even coats. You should be able to apply a new coat about every 30-45 minutes.

Once you have an even, opaque coat of chalkboard paint, let it dry fully.

Next, you’ll need to prepare your chalkboard surface for chalk. Coat your surface with chalk dust using a bit of chalk.

Next you’ll want to softly remove all of the chalk dust with a bit of paper towel. This will ensure that when you beginning writing on your chalkboard surface, nothing will leave a permanent mark. You’ll be able to write and erase easily this way.

Using a 2-inch hole punch, cut circles from your chalkboard contact paper. These 2-inch stickers will perfectly fit on the inside of the top of your mason jar!

I found it easiest to apply the sticker to the top of the mason jar first, then label the jar, before adding the spice to it. This way you won’t forget which spice is in which jar!

Now that your jars are labeled, you can begin transferring your spices from their original, mismatched jars into the neatly labeled mason jars. I used a piece of paper to create a funnel so my spices wouldn’t spill all over the counter.
Above, you can see how the chalkboard stickers fit perfectly onto the top of the mason jar. By creating stickers rather than spraying the jar itself, you keep the spray paint from contaminating the inside of the mason jar top.

You can also make extra stickers in case you decide to add to your collection. When you come home from the grocery, it’ll only take a few seconds to slap a label onto a fresh mason jar, write on it with a bit of chalk, and transfer your new spice into the jar!
We love an organization system that makes maintenance simple!
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To Call 9-1-1 or to wait till DARK to call 9-1-1

It never seizes to amaze me the choices people make. From what am I going to wear to Should I or should I wait to call for help.

That old cliche phrase, " Men, NEVER stop for directions." Yep, kept quite a few people out of their comfy homes, hot meals, cold ice tea, IN THE RAIN in up to their elbows in POISON ivy, sumac, oak, spider infested, knee high water, all the while you were wanting an adventure moment. Well, as it all turned out. It was a fairly open minded useful day.

What I thought was going to be a clean slate ready to start window shopping at the local flea market for holiday craft ideas. Turned out to Low Level Repelling, 4x4 LOW driving across the river, to applying (compressed air foam system) CAFS on a fire. To grilling, searing, sitting down to eat to PUBLIC ASSIST 2 subjects are lost in the woods last GPS coordinates are this.

Are you kidding me? Really? Sigh, Glad I sucked down my food when I did. What turned out to be a public assist, turned into Launching of jumping thru hoops to get Game warden to make access to corp of engineers property, Getting PHI Med 2 launched for air search, borrowing fellow SO family members atv, Neighbors ATV, only to feel a sudden: oh my gosh, I cannot see the FF/PD anymore, I see NOTHING in the distance. OH what a feeling that was. NOt COOL at all. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness.

I will never forget how I couldn't get to the hikers fast enough with a warm blanket, or the looks on their faces. That look. That special gleam in the eye, souls connecting yet no words are being said look. was pretty awesome.

We used I think EVERY tool on that truck today. Every stinkin one. INCLUDING the ever famous BULLHORN. And, to DEP.EVANS, I completely agree with you and O'Brien. I DON"T NEED NO BULLHORN. bgawhahahahahah. Thanks to everyone that was party to the rescue, and atv driving awesome hero's. You are all my hero!

Now, if someone knows how to work this stupid QUICKBOOKS contact manager. I will buy you lunch, beer, dinner, whatever just for heaven's sake HELP recover my NAMES.. :)

Silence is GOLDEN

I am silently reminded that I am not the only one who has issues. From seeing my self as the have to make it freaking perfect kind of person. To the extreme that I am driving myself crazy.

Officially cleared off my dining room table today. Put a bookshelf together by myself, organized all the compartments, and holders with all my inside craft crap. Good Lord. I know where my retirement fund is. It's in the dining room, the shop, attic, oh you name it I have something stashed in just about every drawer, nook, and cranny. BUT, I am getting it organized. it's too expensive to make it "PERFECT" But, it is a whole lot better than what it was. "TRASHED OUT DINING ROOM" If there was a word to describe the craft crap it would be: HOARDING. I think I have saved every scrap of material, ribbon, sequin, spin of wool that I have ever bought. Good Gravy. Today, I actually threw away stuff. RIGHT THAT DOWN. Because, as Rob would describe it. "You are a pack rat when it comes to crap." He is so right.

I am determined to be more organized. To be more put together in my mind. I feel like my brain is a file cabinet that got turned upside down during a move. Oh wait, that did happen once. Was aweful. Took a year literally to get all the files back in order, etc.

As a little girl I remember on Fridays one of the elementary schools I attended use to show Disney movies. On the old reels. We would go and sit quietly in the library with the other age group students. With the big screen that came down, and the sound of the projector reel spinning. But, out of all those movies one comes to mind that describes me I think more than any thing.

It was the Cricket you know, the Green Cricket that wore a Top Hat. Jiminy Cricket. Go figure I just had to google it to remind myself what the character's name was.. LoL.

Anyway, this cricket was basically sending subliminial messages of how you should think. And, staying "ORGANIZED" inside your head. I know right! ! !

He used the File Cabinets as an example and it has stuck with me all these years. *however, I am still only 25!* He would walk into a room. and there would be papers E V E R Y W H E R E ... And, he would say, Wow, would you look at this mess. How can anyone be learning anything with so much mess in here. What do you say we put all these papers away in the file cabinets where they belong.. Like: and, he gave an example of  MANNERS., CLOTHES, you know. Please and Thank you. And, kind of like putting your thoughts in order like you would your socks, and pants, etc.etc.
Was quite ingenious if you stop and think about it. Now that I am 25.. I can truly see the moral of the story.  I have tried for years to make my brain work like that stupid green cricket said to.

But, it is quite hard. takes discipline. And, we all know how far that goes right. If it went far, we would all be our Ideal Body Mass Index, we would not have Dietary Induced Diabetes, we would all NOT smoke, or Drink, or do drugs, or anything. Basically become LaBotomites as my son refers to those who drive with earbuds in their ears staring down the highway as if they are truly checked out on Lithium.

In between all the organizing, I got on fb. I read some posts, quotes, looked at a few pics. Then, I go back and start again.. Kinda like giving my brain a BREAK.. Please. hold that thought while I finish reading this kind of feeling..

I am kindly reminded how blessed I am. Whether I have too much craft stuff, the dogs are ready to go and take a walk, to the ever famous customer calling asking for this and that for practically pennies on the dollar.  Those are my worries today.
I have friends and relatives that are scared today. Scared that they might have to make a choice of what to do with their parents that are aging and very sick. Or how they are going to cope with the loss of a family member, a child, a parent., How are they going to make their Light bill. Much less the mortgage, car payments that are 3 months behind. Because, their husband lost their job as a corporate executive 6 months ago, and had put everything they had into relocating to another state only to find out AFTER their home is under contract that They are NOT moving across America because, their Husband didn't get the job afterall.
How about being hundreds of miles away from your home. From the 1 place you could run to when you were scared, hungry, thirsty, and tired. Then, only to find you are thrown into the well of oh my gosh, where am I and how do I get back? As I was discussing this very thing with my most precious gift. My daughter.

I know that God spoke thru me. To her. He brought up the story of Psalms 23. The same scripture she had embedded onto herself.
Even though I walk thru the valley of the Shadow of Death. I WILL FEAR NO EVIL. For thou Art With ME! Thy rod and staff comfort me.
As I explain what that meant to me. the Rod and Staff. I was kindly reminded how God TRULY adores me, adores you, adores her. That he puts these barriers up and we think they are failures, we question our own faith, question our destiny, only to hit the barrier time after time after time.  Then, I remember what it looked like watching a shepard grab a Straying LAMB with the Rod and staff. Yanking it by the neck pulling it out of danger back towards the flock. And, i told that to Chris. I told her this one incident is Gods way of reminding you. HE IS THE ONE and ONLY life line. Not the smartphone, Not the GPS, Not the FB Notification, Not an App of ANYKIND. But, for some they find out rather quickly how smart they are NOT without their phone.

I know it is tough, I know how hard it is to be out in the world by yourself. I TOO did it as well. But, believing that GOD is RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. the safest place to be on this PLANET. For NOTHING bad can harm you. NOTHING. Because, you are walking on Faith, on Holy water when you let go and let GOD interscede and protect you. Remember this my child. IF GOD IS FOR YOU! Who can Be against you!.. NO one, nothing. Nada.. it doesn't get any clearer than that.

When I was questioning my own heart breaks this past year. It was brought to my attention that the way I feel about the kids. How I want to protect them, cherish them, watch over them, that is exactly how GOD feels towards us. That it truly breaks his heart to know that you didn't stop for a split second and say, "morning lord". He is just waiting quietly not intrusively. He's just watching you move thru your day. Waiting for the right moment when you feel the brisk of the air across your cheek, or the sound of beautiful noises being made from the birds. It's quite beautiful if you think about it.

Am on my way to tie up yet another loose end.
If you do anything for the rest of the day. Do thank God for today. That's all you have to do. Thank him for the many blessings that we take for granted. Like being able to breathe, being able to walk, being able to run and buy a 5.00 sandwich. With that, you guys have a great afternoon.

IT's Friday!

I LOVE FRIDAYS. I ponder this heroic day as if I don't have to work on Saturdays. Bawhahahah. What a gas.. Because, we ALL know that Saturday is CATCH UP day. From the previous week. Laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning, floor mopping, vacuuming, you know the typical HOUSEWIFE of Collin County stuff.. :)

Although, I might take a RAIN CHECK on all of the above. My sweet Hubby is going to be OFF, my sweet Son is running the 10k down at White Rock Lake. I might just say BTHHHHH with it all and go jump in  the pool, float around and grab some good old fashioned Vitamin D ME time!..

Christina came in for a mini R/R and scared her mother to death. All this time I have been fed a line a bull. "Mom, I am not sure if I am going to be able to come out, I don't know what my schedule is going to be, to the ever famous. SILENT treatment for the days before her arrival." As we are sitting watching a movie right before dinner. I am mentioning how CUTE Handsome, etc.etc. the star of THOR is. And, All of a sudden I hear OH yes he is in the background.! Its My GIRL. My baby GIRL in her AVU's. I jump up run and practically KNOCK her down. I was so excited to be holding that sweet precious child of mine. It felt like an eternity since I had felt her heart close to mine, the sweet smell of her skin, the feeling of being WHOLE. It brings tears to my eyes just imagining and reliving that moment on Tuesday night. Oh my oh my oh my. My sweet baby girl. My lil aerospace medic.

As the night falls, we find ourselves walking around the house, the farm, petting the animals, getting reaquainted with the moment. Then, as we turn and stop we find ourselves just staring at one another. As if we know we will have to say goodbye in less than 32hrs. But, just drinking it all up in one gulp was the only thought we had.

Christina knows where her home is, I know where my baby girl is. It is the simplest of Mother/Daughter relationships with a dash of Southern hospitality, a Dollup of YOU KNOW BECAUSE I SAID SO, and a splash of I cannot imagine life without you.

Her coming home was such a sweet gift. Was such a dose of i needed that.

I thought it would get easier as she got older to watch her leave. Nope..
It doesn't but, it's not the fact that she is leaving and going to be hundreds of miles away, but the simple fact that she won't be HERE with me. Most of my family all of us actually. We all stayed around the house for a while, then when we did move out, some of us moved across the street, across the intersection, across town. But, the town is small so it didn't seem like they were moving away.

But, with Chris. She is moved away. She is hundreds of miles away, Counties away. Close to where our ancestors are from. Yet, too close for comfort. I am not scared. I feel like a true mother hen. I want to make sure she is ok, I want to make sure I KNOW WHERE SHE IS at all times. Not because I am being a micro manager. But because I love her. I want to know she is ok.

This feeling will never change. As I pray as she drives away; God reveals just a beautiful gift. As if he was standing right there with me. I heard it as was being whispered. You do know that she loves you. You know you will feel this way till the day you die. It won't matter if she is 19/ or 99. YOU ARE HER MAMA. She is your baby. It's ok to feel this way.  I look up at the sky and just praise him for such a peace. I stand on awe as she pulls out of the drive, honking her famous honk. All I know to do is to run to my truck yank open the door, and HONK BACK. Praying she heard me. Honk de da honk honk. Honk HONK. ( in the tune of shave and a hair cut, Two Bits).

That was Yesterday. Today is today. Tomorrow is no reason to worry. Because, Today like any other day has enough problems unto itself. So, I will wear my bright lipstick, I will use my silver servers, I will soak up EVERY opportunity.

I will live like there is no Tomorrow. I will dance in the rain as if no one is watching. I will have the faith of a child. Because, My God knows my heart, he made me, he gives me so much. How could anyone want anything when God is in their lives. All I want is to be loved and cherished. And, I am. As a wife, as a Mother, as a friend, as a daughter.

Who cares if you don't get everything on your list done. Because, what is it to worry. Do your best, because that is all that is asked of you.

And, with that.
You guys have a great weekend.

TGIF! ! ! !

Honoring those who give so much

Was sitting and pondering the thoughts of this past weekend. I still can see her smile. I can still smell her scent in her room. My breath is taken away with the sheer thought of the child gave me to raise.

I am so not worthy to be her Mama.
Christina Corryne. I love that name, I love saying it, it has such meaning, and strength. Because she is so strong and rich in love. She is her mama's girl. She too is quite the shy one. But, you would NEVER know it. She makes me shine like a new penny.

Whenever you have the opportunity. Give thanks and honor those who serve for YOUR FREEDOM. Because, parents like me hold our breath, pray for strength, and live with the faith of knowing they are keeping what this whole country was founded on. FREEDOM for us all. From the soldier who mows the grounds at the bases, to the Fighters in flight, to the spec forces. And, the ever most humbling job. Medically treating our fallen soldiers. May their hands be blessed, may God flow thru them to touch and lift those who are desperate for a healing.

Christina, since you were born, your hands have always had such a magical healing to them. May you NEVER forget God lives in you, and he gives you your strength.

I tip my helmet to you baby girl. For I am so honored to be your mama.:)