Happy Birthday America!

 

 

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Yes, I live in America, land of the free and home of the brave, as the Star Spangled Banner song says.

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We are 241 years old. Everywhere across the United States people are gathering in their homes, at parks, and anywhere they can to celebrate.

I think though, a lot of people have no real idea what we stand for. Sometimes I think that there is not enough pride in our heritage or its core values. We were founded as a nation under God and with rights that cover a whole multitude of principles and people and beliefs. In America we are supposed to stand for justice and liberty to all, but sadly I see us tearing ourselves apart. I see people being discriminated against, people’s rights being taken away, and our moral system vanishing. No, I am not saying this is abundant every single place in America, but it is prevalent. I see us tearing down the very heart of who we should actually be and what we should stand for.

Don’t get me wrong, I love America, and believe it to be one of the best places in the world. Yet, I am not under a false sense that says we are doing everything right. Anymore I see people afraid to go to public events, afraid to speak out against things that are wrong, and people who would rather bend to every one and everything just to keep from conflict and maintain peace. I see in some accounts people who feel ostracized and manipulated and those who fear being their selves.

I wish our nation was always pleasant and kind, never wavering in the fundamentals and basic rules of humanity but less face it, that is not the world we are now living in. Instead we find ourselves losing that in our daily lives. We need to go back to our beginnings and learn from past mistakes. We do not need to conform to the changing times but stay strong in the midst of it. Just my perspective. I just want my children, grandchildren to know the great America we can be.

Despite all the things that are wrong or going in the wrong direction, we still genuinely care for people and we still love our country. We still help our neighbors and come together when a community is devastated or has been attacked. WE still  pray and worship as we see fit and we are genuinely resourceful and proud. We are thankful and we for the most part contribute back to our nation.  In spite of the turmoil, we generally seek peace. WE rise when we should and we don’t retreat. I love my country, I love its roots, its people and the fact we started as a God-fearing country. I applaud our efforts toward peace and our advances in our medical, scientific and military efforts.

We are not superior in this world of many nations, but we certainly should be proud.

Happy Birthday America! I salute you, which by the way is my right, living here in America.  A lot of people have sacrificed and defended our nation. I believe we can make America a safe and good place for all.

 

It’s my life…/ personal share

 

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It was always cold in here, not one bit of heat, except from my teacup poodle, who I kept beside me to help with warmth. I never knew why my room was always the coldest one in the house. Perhaps it was because my door to my bedroom was always to stay shut and we only had a fireplace with which to keep the house warm. Much of that house was cold…in a different sense. Why was my brother allowed to keep his door to his bedroom open and mine had to be closed? I bet it was because when it came to him, nothing was second best,, he always had the choice among choices, the supreme choice, as far as my mom was concerned. He was much younger than me but that did not really matter or put his needs in their proper order of ages. What he wanted, he always, somehow, no matter if needed or not, he got .

Back to the heat issue…

My room was next to the living room and across from my room was my brother’s room. So we both should have received warmth from the living room’s fireplace, just my opinion, of course. I often dreaded winter time because I knew I would freeze through the night and have to stay bundled up under a tremendous amount of cover. My poor little dog was always shivering and I bought him a sweater to put on during the winter months. He was a mere 5 pounds, dripping wet. He was my best friend and more than not, my protector. Anytime my mother would barge in my room, disgruntled or in a bad mood, she would start her tirade of demeaning words and my dog, would take a guarded defense stance across my lap as if to protect me. It was a good thing my dog was scary to my mother or he would have surely been hurt doing his guard of me. I appreciated him on that fact alone, he was an ankle biter to all but me. The lack of heat was not my only issue at my parent’s house growing up but one I am choosing to share.

What was it that made my room off-limits to the heat from our fireplace? Why did I have to stay cold while the other family members were warm and toasty. In fact my parents camped out on our couch bed I the winter time, because they wanted to stay warm. Their bedroom was in the back of the hall where there was also a bathroom, and my bedroom and my brother’s. So if my parents needed to stay warm, just imagine the cold I felt inside my bedroom. I was at my biggest weight 105 pounds. I was petite and small framed and needed a lot of warmth back in those days. Haha. I can’t say that now, in fact I run from heat, just kidding, but seriously close to the truth.

A lot of things come to mind when I think of my parent’s house, my childhood life. Not everything was bad there, but there was ways that would make a person question what  the reason behind their actions could have been. I was often not as “special” to my parents as my sister, or brother. I did not even have to hear those words, because they showed me. I am not sure what causes parents to treat their children with such difference and disdain. Being a mother I have a lot of things I would like to change about my children but they are who they are, and they all are special to me in one way, shape, or form. I really hope they know that.

Anyway,  I hope you treat your loved ones with the love they deserve and nothing less.

Each person is an individual, no two the same, if people were clones we would never be “special”.

Thanks for reading,

MwsR ❤

Keto coconut porridge/Recipe

 

Ingredients
1 oz. butter or coconut oil
1 egg
1 tbsp. coconut flour
1 pinch ground psyllium husk powder
4 tbsp. coconut cream
1 pinch salt

by Dr. Andreas Eenfeldt, MD

Instructions
Add all ingredients to a non-stick saucepan. Mix well and place over low heat. Stir constantly until you achieve your desired texture.
Serve with coconut milk or cream. Top your porridge with a few fresh or frozen berries and enjoy!

Cucumber Vinegar Salad/Recipe

Ingredients
2 English cucumbers, thinly sliced
1/2 tablespoon salt
1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup water
2 tablespoon granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon fresh chopped dill
1/2 red onion, thinly sliced

Instructions
Place cucumbers in serving dish. Sprinkle with salt. Cover and refrigerate for 2 hours. Pour off the liquid (do not rinse).
Meanwhile, combine vinegar, water, sugar and dill in a small saucepan. Warm over medium heat just until sugar is dissolved. Add onion to cucumbers. Pour vinegar mixture over cucumbers and onion. Toss to combine. Refrigerate over night.
Serve and enjoy!
DONNA’S NOTES
I like to peel one cucumber for different textures.
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Favorite Chicken Salad/Recipe

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What You’ll Need
2 1/2 to 3 cups cooked chicken (diced)

1/2 cup celery (diced)

3 to 4 tablespoons finely chopped purple onion

1/4 to 1/2 cup mayonnaise (or more, to taste)

2 teaspoons lemon juice

Dash pepper

2 to 3 teaspoons sweet pepper relish (or to taste)

Optional: dash Cajun or Creole seasoning blend

Dash salt (or to taste)

Sandwich rolls or sliced bread for 6 to 8 sandwiches

 

How to Make It
Combine chicken with celery, onion, 1/4 cup mayonnaise, lemon juice, pepper, relish, seasoning, and salt.
Add more mayonnaise, as needed.
Fill sandwich rolls or sliced bread with the mixture.
Nutritional Guidelines (per serving)
Calories
222
Total Fat
16 g
Saturated Fat
4 g
Unsaturated Fat
5 g
Cholesterol
57 mg
Sodium
160 mg
Carbohydrates
1 g
Dietary Fiber
0 g
Protein
17 g
(The nutrition information on our recipes is calculated using an ingredient database and should be considered an estimate. Individual results may vary.)

Personal Thoughts

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As a kid, wishing for things to stay the same, but realizing that they would not, I often daydreamed. I guess I reckoned that if I could not physically change things then I would just dream of what I wanted. Daydreaming, or pretend as others call it,, helped me a lot growing up. Each of my dolls had a name, and so did my stuffed toys. I can still by memory, say their names, they were that special to me. I still have a lot of my stuffed toys that I could not part with because they were so significant to me in one way or another.  There are so many times that I felt my toys were the only ones who loved me.

Now I know that might sound weird to some, but my toys, served a purpose for me. Just like a lot of people have various attachments to things. Think if you will about how for some it could be an attachment to a certain picture, thing, or perhaps a particular car.

For whatever reason people hold significance and meaning in things that were around during a special time in their life. It would be a bad time as well, that maybe they had. I was a kid that felt abandoned by a mother I , at the time, did not know. I didn’t even know the whole story as to why things went the way they went. All I knew as a child was what I was told or what I could conceive on my very own. I turned to my stuffed animals and dolls because I thought they were pretty special. I also thought that perhaps they heard me and would always listen to me. I am not quiet sure what my frame of mind was back as a child but I do know I, to this day, love my stuffed animals and dolls as I did being a child. You can ask my children, my stuffed things are very dear to me.  I am not obsessive or unnaturally weird about them but each one has a reason for being with me.

I guess as an adoptive child I needed those reasons for holding onto the ones I did. I would many times, venture into my “magical” closet and sit and talk to my stuffed toys and dolls as if they were really listening. You can get a lot of your chest when you need to, haha. One of my favorites is a stuffed elephant.  She is grey with pink inside her ears. Her name is ELLIE. Yes, she is named and she is a she and my grandfather gave her to me. My grandfather brought her one day to my house for my 13th birthday. She has and still is with me, after all this time. I lost my grandfather years ago, he was 98, and I cherish Ellie more now than ever.  I also have a stuffed monkey, his name is Elijah. He has a plastic banana in his hand, and is part plastic and part stuffed. He is still with me today. I don’t remember where he came from but he was the best monkey a girl could have asked for.  Another is a doll, that my uncle brought me from Germany, Her name is Emma and my uncle said he thought of me when he saw her, so he had to buy her for me. She has eyes that close when you tilt her, and they are blue like mine. She has brown hair and she has a  dress on. I keep her because she was one of the few things my uncle got for me, plus she was a doll from Germany. My uncle has since passed on but she will always remind me of him.

See,things can hold such special meaning to a person. it does not have to be special to everyone or anyone else, as long as it to you.

My stuffed dolls and toys helped me go through many changes in my life as a child and they served as a comfort to me. Some children chose a special blanket or pillow, but I choose my toys. There is more I could say and so much more to share, but that is for another day. If you find comfort in something it is okay to cherish it and keep it around you. it is okay to let things remind us of times past or times cherished. no one can tell you how to personally deal with life and your circumstances, it is not theirs to decide for you. Go ahead and deal with life the way you can and the way that works for you. It may look foolish or insignificant to others but that is okay.

Thanks for reading,

MwsR ❤