Thursday, October 12, 2017

Rude Young Folks And the Revenge of Time

I volunteer at a food bank.  There are a lot of folks who come through every week like clockwork. A couple of the older men like to grab a quick hug, same for a couple of the women. They're single. They have no children or are estranged from their children, and yes, they are very lonely and depressed now that they are staring at the end of their lives with no one there to stand at their side. Coming to the food bank, for many of them is the only social contact they have.

I get a lot of compliments. There are days I look like something the cat played with but didn't quite kill and they think I'm Miss America. 

Says a lot for their eyesight doesn't it?


This past Monday, one of my favorites hugged me and noticed my hair had been 'did' and he said Ï love your hair like this, all the curls show up and it looks so soft and pretty."
 I smiled and said 'thank you.' and he finished with his usual Ï love you, you're so pretty.'then went on his way.

The 11 year old young lady sitting beside me, allegedly helping me, more like hindering, frowned and said "You're too old and fat to be pretty."

Her grandmother smacked her behind before I could process what she had just said.

After I regained my thought processes I turned to her and said "You do realize that there will come a day when you are my age and quite possibly my size if you have a couple of children, and especially if you continue eating the way you do now after you have said children."

It was now her turn to be speechless for a minute, mostly because she was swallowing the cookies she'd been eating on the whole time.  Her grandmother chimed in "Änd if you live to be my age. You will find Miss Melissa to be the prettiest thing ever."

Little Miss frowned again because grandma just sided with me.

All this got me to thinking

What do I find attractive?  You know, I never noticed one of the gentlemen, and he is a gentleman, didn't have teeth until someone else pointed it out to me.  He stutters a bit, I really hadn't noticed it either, because I don't pay attention to physical things. I laugh and joke and hug and pay attention to the other things like heart and soul and character.

I notice eyes, not the 500 lbs of weight they're carrying around.  eyes tell me a lot more about the person than the weight does. Eyes tell me the story of how that weight got there, or the scars, or if they're sad or happy.

I see the cast on their arm or leg or wheelchair before I notice the condition their clothes.

I see the huge pregnant belly and no one to help her carry her groceries in the food bank.

I go out of my way to make sure I know their names, the names they want to be called by not the one on the appointment slip.

Are they pretty or handsome? Heck if I know. I think they all are. Even the grumpy ones who smell like alcohol, pot, and or sewer. Not my place to judge.

I'm a Christian.

I am called to love them all.

I am told to not judge.  Hard to do at times, and I regret the times I did judge, because I was wrong.

This young lady who told me I'm too old and fat to be pretty, is just young, I know that, which is why I shrugged her off.

People need to chill, enjoy other folks for who they are, their differences, and stop worrying about politics, and whose religion is right, because, in the end we all end up dead. Within a year or so of our deaths no one remembers anything about us, except our family, and even that fades in time. 

That's the ultimate revenge here.  Time.  It's a thief and it takes its toll on everything. Memories of loved ones and not so loved ones fades. Beauty fades. Everything goes away and starts anew at the same time.

Enjoy the life you have now.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

It's after midnight and...

I can't sleep because apparently I'm awake in someone else's nightmares. So while I'm terrorizing them I'll just play with my tee shirt designs, that I officially suck at, but at least I have something to show for an hour's worth of effort, right?

See, somewhat productive, so there.

Weight loss is at a stall. Per usual.

So what to do?

Issue a Carb challenge, that's what.

If you don't have a FatSecret account go set one up now then find me. I am Melissa4869.

Once I know I have a couple of people onboard for a challenge then I'll design one on fatsecret.

For now, I need to go to bed.

Friday, September 1, 2017

How you can HELP with Harvey Pet Rescues

(Blogger note: The cutie patootie in this picture is not in need of rescue, he's my fur baby, but isn't that just the prettiest sit ever?)

This rescue near and dear to my heart and desperately needs help as they take in as many rescues from the flooding in Texas.

Big Fluffy Dog Rescue needs


Metal Food Bowls


Indestructible toys like Kongs of all sizes, she respectfully requests no stuffed animals

If you would rather donate money to cover the expenses of animals who are injured or sick coming out of Texas and there are vets travelling with her as they pull dogs out of the afflicted area
this is her website then follow the links

Her mailing address is
196 Jefferson PK
LaVergne TN 37086

If you're in the area, she needs help with walking the dogs and quite possibly fosters, applications are on her website as well.

I know y'all can find a blanket or two you don't need or use...right?

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Puppy Love Photo Bomb

This is my baby boy, Bandit. He just turned 8 months old.  He's a great Pyrenees, Australian shepherd mix who weighs 70 lbs. He's a rotten puppy lol!

Sunday, August 20, 2017

What I do in my spare time

I LOVE doing tie dyed shoes!  To do this all you need are white canvas sneakers, Sharpie Permanent Markers,and eye dropper, and  91% rubbing alcohol. Color your design leaving a white border between each color, using your eye dropper liberally drop 91% rubbing alcohol in the colored areas and or along the edges of your colored areas. Let dry out for a day or two. Yes they will fade as tie dye is famous for.  Wash your sneakers and dry them well first before you start coloring then wash again after the alcohol has dried.  Don't forget to color the tongue of the shoe as well as the shoe strings for a cohesive look.

Tiered Cake Plates

The blue flowered plate wouldn't sit flat because of the scalloped edge on the candle holder but after experimenting food and other items are not affected by the slight angle and it is just a slight angle. This picture makes it look worse than it is

This is my personal favorite project so far.  Simple, but oh so elegant.  I gifted this to a sweetheart of a friend and he loves it!  Will I make another one?  I wish, but alas, Hobby Lobby only ordered them as a spring/summer item and they're all gone now. =(

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Updates: I need a vacation and my hopes and dreams laid out for anyone who cares to read them

Things you may or may not know about me:

I really don't know if I'm coming or going of late.

I've lost 14 pound on keto not Atkins, though I think I may go back to Atkins, I just don't know yet.

I can't stand the sound of whistling.  It makes me want to throat punch someone.

I've decided to start back to making soaps and sewing and crafting my heart out because I'm tired of keeping all that creativity in me.   Now if I could just make a living at it things would be all kinds of rosy.

I would really love to open a coffee/gift shop full of antiques and shabby chic hand made items and musty dusty old books, but that takes money which is something I don't have.

I'd love to teach arts and crafts to middle schoolers who don't have anything to do in the afternoons or on weekends, again, the money thing. You know, there are all kinds of after school program for kids in pre-k through 6th grade, then wonder we have such a time with kids between the ages of 13 and 18. There's no YMCA and if they don't play a sport then they're kind of left up to their own devices.

I want chickens and goats and pigs and cattle for my farm, but then again there are multiple gazillions of coyotes here. Time to have a coyote hunt.

I have 3 experimental raised beds, none of them are doing very well EXCEPT the birdhouse gourds. I have them everywhere but  I can't eat those.

I'm all kinds of tired and restless.

My online job is playing out.  I dont' want to go back to work in the real world. I'm too old for the nonsense that goes on there. LOL! Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that, huh?

My oldest son graduated from tech college today.  My younger was accepted into the tech college but is on a 2 year waiting list. Seems to me it's time to build a larger campus or another campus, this isn't fair to kids who don't want to go to a traditional college but can't get in to get the skills needed to get a good job.  Sure, they could go on to the 2 year college but they end up in debt.  At least the tech school they can get in and get out without using up pell grants, scholarships, and taking out student loans.

I think I just need a warm tropical vacation.

Where's and Carnival Cruise Line when I need them?  Well, except I am pretty much unemployed, but hey, I can dream right?

Monday, January 30, 2017

To state the obvious And the things that stall weight loss

I've been away for a while, mostly on facebook because,well, it's an addiction.  I feel important in my little corner of the Facebook world.  I know about soap making, so I hang around the soap making pages offering help/advice to newbies.  I hang around low carb pages too, sort of feeling like a stranger in this 'new age' low carb world.

I've had militant, and I mean MILITANT women tell me I have no idea what I'm talking about, of course they can have bread, sugar, and fruits, and veggies, not eat fats and keep their carb count around 100-200 a day and still lose weight.  A week later they're whining that they've not lost gained on this diet, it's a gimmick, it's too much trouble, because O.M.G!  They GAINED weight.

While their less militant friends pet and console them, I'm in my little corner, because that's where I let them shove me off to...muttering to myself I told you so....

Their biggest downfall is thinking they can game the system.  That works out well doesn't it?  Let's start with gaming the system.

 Bread..sure you can have it.  They all try the cloud bread which is just cream cheese, eggs, cream of tartar and they promptly hate it, it tastes, get this...too eggy..  Same for cauliflower bread.  Personally, I like it but rarely make it because I'm simply not a bread kind of girl.  So they all end up with the low carb breads made with wheat (stall number one) and pure cane juice...venture a guess what cane juice is?  Certainly isn't rocket science and it's stall number 2.

What I don't get is this OMG I MUST HAVE BREAD!!! Mentality.  I know why folks ate it back in the day, it was cheap. It was filling, and relatively easy to make.  It also didn't have all the garbage ingredients in it that store purchased bread does have these days, like pure cane juice...also known as sugar.  And there it is.  My answer.

Sugar addiction.

Hi. my name is Melissa and I'm a sugar addict.

It's like a heroin addiction, damn near impossible to kick.  It's the one thing I see repeatedly.  The desire to lose weight, but not give up anything to do it and it's all just an addiction. It's the one thing I struggle with and these days my body has a lot to say about my addiction.

Every time I eat a carb laden treat, I end up with a yeast infection that has been known to spread along my inner thighs and under that lovely mother's apron that won't go away as long as I keep shoveling carrot cake and brownies in my face.  Better yet I break out head to toe in psoriasis every time I pop a luscious brownie in my mouth, because gluten is a psoriasis trigger, guess what else feeds the psoriasis outbreak, candida.  What feeds the candida? Sugar, wheat, starch.

Candida also causes bloat and swelling and stubborn weight gain.  I now have eczema on my feet, guess what causes that (besides stress), candida, fueled by gluten, fueled by wheat and sugar.  So I'm trapped in a vicious circle.

I'm itching just talking about it.

There's only 1 way out and I'm working on it, again.

Dear Lord, I'm back to 240 pounds, only 40 more and I'll be back where I started 6 years ago, only older.

Confession is good for the soul.  I confess I've been a horrible blogger. I've been a horrible dieter. And it really is time to get over myself and get healthy again.  I'll confess, the only thing even remotely motivating me is that I don't want to buy any more bigger sized clothing when I have a huge wardrobe of cute things hanging in my closet. The other thing motivating me is the infernal itching from hell!  I had to cut my nails off because I itch so badly some days that I have actually drawn blood.  I liked my longer nails.

I confess that I saw a picture of me from a Christmas party and thought OMG am I really that fat again!

I am the woman in the black and white blouse standing behind another woman in a red jacket in the Christmas picture.  I am in the peach striped tee shirt in the picture under it. I've actually put on another 20 lbs since the striped tee shirt pic was taken.

I am singularly embarrassed by both pictures.  This is not where I thought I would be by now.


And now I get to start over....