Had coffee with a friend for three hours the other day. SIB. 'Nuf said.

Stream of Thought

I really need to get my camera together so I will stop taking pictures with my phone.

They never make it to my computer from my phone so it doesn't make much sense.

It is taking me FOREVER to get into a real homeschool groove. Man, this is HARD. I don't remember it being this hard.

Had a fun talk with a close friend today. Actually it was just a last minute mention at the end of the conversation, but I found it interesting. I was leaving and we were talking about church,reformation, etc.

Something was alluded to and I said, "Yes, you wouldn't because you're not reformers."

And he said, "That's right, we're not!"

But the truth is, we ALL are reformers. He is as well as I am. We are all reformers if we are Christian, as we become more conformed to the image of Christ.

Now, I do not know what he had in his head when he made that statement...almost THANKFUL that he "wasn't" a reformer, lol, but I do know that deep down if you are a born again Christian, you actually are. Or more aptly, you're headed to be. You're "reforming to conforming." (~S.C.)

You cannot NOT be reforming if you are a Christian. Maybe you will be at a different place than other reformers when you take your last breath. Maybe you won't have embraced patriarchy yet, or submission to authority yet, or maybe your daughters still wear bikinis or go off to war. Maybe they work out under the authority of another man still or perhaps they watch rated R movies. Maybe your sons are allowed to be disrespectful to your wives, and you spend more time on the computer than with your family. Maybe you spend too long on the phone, or spend too much money or....sound like a typical Christian? Did something make you mad? Or did you relate to something?

Maybe it did not sound like a typical Christian at first...but it led into sounding like it. A mainstream one! Because they are all just reforming STEPS in a Christian's walk. I myself still do things not in line with a reforming nature of a Christian. ALL THE TIME. And things you all would think were terrible sins. Some of which are! As a matter of fact, more often than my own kids because I was NOT raised as a reformer. (not even really churched)

It is called SIN. That we are reforming from to conforming to. Most of which I do and you do, knowingly. Some that you do unknowingly. But all of which is still sin. And that eventually, if and when God wills it, you will come to the knowledge of.


The basic theology of a reformer is a belief in the doctrines of Grace. I am still studying these and it is a brainful let me tell you.

THere are no rules in CHristianity it is true. But there are commandments and biblical models and biblical mandates. Call yourself free but I call myself a wonderful slave of Christ, bound by His protective measures and free in the Truth that I am forgiven when I stray from following His protective measures.

The Real Deal

One thing I definitely know is that either you recognize the superiority of cooking from scratch, or you don't.

I will never forget the first time I had homemade chocolate cake. I was working as a massage therapist and a client brought a cake in for another therapist's birthday. It was AMAZING. I learned in that moment that scratch would trump processed EVERY time.

I could give up store bought or boxed cake every day for the rest of my life. This from scratch cake is so divinely perfect, it's crazy and not giveupable. It is literally the best cake I have ever tasted. And I admit, I have tasted a few. What's your point?

I did NOT make the frosting included in this recipe, which I'm sure is also divine, but instead tried another fabulous recipe found on the same site. It's called "That's the Best Frosting I've Ever Had." And it is. Try it. You'll thank me.

The American palate has to be trained or it's innate to a foodie, but either you recognize the real thing as amazing or... you think Big Macs are amazing. Real cake does not have that sugary sweet, easy on the palate taste that we're used to. It's LESS sweet but more divine. It's heavier but..lighter. It's...complicated. It's REAL.

Did you know they train bank tellers to recognize counterfeit money not by ever showing them counterfeit bills? Instead, they have them make a deep study of the REAL thing so that they automatically recognize the junk bills. Anyone with a real taste for real food can tell what's real and what's not. You won't be able to fool them. Get yourself used to eating REAL, HOMEMADE food and your tastes will change and you will learn quickly to not only recognize, but appreciate, and then absolutely adore and demand the real deal. Try this chocolate cake and taste upon genuine goodness.

My life is a Cake Batter Martini

I'm only blogging because a friend dared me to. Made me. Dared me. Whatever.

I have nothing to say that is positive and am wondering if I should embrace the new negative me or do as my Grandmother said, "If you can't say anything nice..."
Actually she said, "If you can't be a blessing, then stay home." But that didn't quite fit so I adapted it to the old stand by.

I am SICK TO DEATH of falling off the health food wagon. I am just saying that Creamsicle Cupcakes and Devil Dogs along with Smoked Turkey Feta wraps and Creamy tomato fettuccine is going to taste a whole HECKUVA lot better than lettuce. And for those of you that have seen my garden, you know I have a Great White Hunter ability to possess lettuce. Ya'll know I am just kidding and love a good healthy salad. I am just in my 20% mode right now. (You know, that old 80/20 solution of 80% Healthy and 20% free for all?)

I am just wondering if I can I live my 20% for say, 99% of a period of time (that is TBA) and then live my 80% 50% of the time so I can then gradually make up the 30% in my 20% time. Then save the extra 1% to tip the scales , I mean to give me leeway for make up %'s. So pretty much, I'm covered. Right?

I'm skipping church today because I feel mean and if I have to paste a smile on my face and hear anyone say any one nice thing to me or one mean thing about someone else I might go postal. I realize the phrase "going postal" is seriously outdated but I have never been able to use it so I am taking the license. Besides, I like things that are postal. Like pretty stamps. I LOVE pretty, cool, different, themed stamps. So if you ever want to get me anything, get me stamps. The Forever kind, thankyouverymuch. Not that I ever send ANYTHING by mail anymore...am I digressing or what?

What was I saying? I have no idea.

So I am staying home from church today and wallowing in whatever and seriously considering an official nervous breakdown. Except I am not nervous. More like a "Can you just not bother me for the rest of my LIFE" breakdown. Yeah, that's it. Am I allowed to do that? Because you know, I have this parenting book going on and I can't seem to make it fit into any of the chapters.

I just found a recipe for Cake Batter Martinis. Yes, that is a real thing. I found it here. I kid you not. I am not going to MAKE one I just said I FOUND one. Like the recipe stated, I'm not really comfortable endorsing buying 7 bottles of booze while you're still in your pajamas. But it is an interesting recipe and of course, metaphor for my life.

Life is Sweet and delicious, fun and exciting, but always leaves me tired and with a headache. My life is one Cake Batter Martini I tell ya'.

Note to self: Blogging is not facebooking. Stop wanting to post every 20 minutes.

Stream of Thought

I feel like the tin man when he gets oiled again. Stream of thought. My favorite.

I cannot find my old blog design. It's outdated. That could actually be a metaphor for my life. My old design is outdated and I'm left with this.

Haven't been here in so long, I forgot everything I ever said. Scrolled back 2 posts and saw the best BD party I ever threw one of my kids. Good memory.

Going into isolation when we move. I predict it lasts all of 2 weeks before I get myself into even more trouble.

Since I last blogged regularly, I have finally embraced FB and become a regular there. Being back makes me feel like a husband that cheated and returned home. Except I am still keeping my mistress on the side. FB has such nice curves...

I am not the same woman that left this blog. Don't expect her back. Sorry if I disappoint you in my current, less than conservative nature.

I am ready to put together all the pieces of the book and am pretty darned excited.

I pray love and peace to each one of you, the saving knowledge of Christ if needed and mostly, do yourself a favor and laugh your arse off before you hit the sheets tonight. It'll be worth it.

Will it stick?

Not sure if I can make the blog stick again. I just can't seem to FEEl it anymore. But I want to blog again and try to center myself back on the life I want to live with the kids. Life without all the external stuff that got in the way the last few years. Yes, years. So, that leaves me totally stripped, drained, empty, broken, and a whole different kind of older. I hear this is when God works best. Oy. He should have a pretty serious game plan because generally, I have a whole bunch of crazy to recover from.

P.S. Told you I would Am. Now go keep an eye on Magalish. ;) Can you tell me how I feel sunburnt when we were in the shade all day? I wonder if this is going to be too weird now that I'm a fbookie.