A study in Herbs

Jim took me a few Sundays ago to our castle. Yes we own it, because we joined the National Trust for Scotland. So from time to time we go check out our investment, and it would be fair to say we are best pleased with their efforts. They are particularly kind to the disabled, up to and including lovely scooters to zip along the trails.

Anyway, at the castle, on the grounds they have a wonderful gem you might miss because the hours require volunteers for it to be open. It is a lovely second-hand book store. It is bright and airy and chock full of books. They also happily accept donations of books. The one I fell in love with, whilst shamelessly reading it in the store on a big overstuffed sofa is called,"The Quick After-Work PASTA Cookbook",by Judy Ridgway. I recommend it to anyone, who like myself, cannot keep all those pastas sorted by name. It is a hard-cover gem I got for only £2. I never looked back. I pore over the pages and dream of some very happy meals when Jim gets home from his long drive.

The chapters are named by pasta types, for example; "long round pasta", "or tubular flat pasta", or "pasta shapes". Each chapter briefly describes how to cook the pasta, and gives a few quick sauces to accompany each shape. Many are either quick or simple or both, and have many ingredients already in my pantry. I am reading it like a romance novel, much to Jim's amusement. ON page 50 is the first one i want to try because it combines two of my favorite things, mushrooms and balsamic vinegar. Hence the name,"Sauteed Mushrooms with Balsamic Vinegar", it is recommended for long flat pasta so i am thinking fettuccine to use as a base. It uses the garlic,onion, olive oil trio common to most Italian base sauces, and it sounds like heaven to me.

Tonight we are having Conchigle (sp) which is the little shells, with a chicken sauce combo i didn't create but surely improved with some hints from the book. Hope JIm comes home hungry. I figure pasta is a good base for rugby training. 

Ok all this food talk has made me hungry, s i mixed some tuna mayo earlier (tuna salad to you Americanos) if I called food egg salad and tuna salad here they would think the "salad" meant it had lettuce and tomatoes on it, and I recorded a Cake Boss episode to feel a big more like a baker, which is my next trick. I am craving carrot cake. G0tta make my own apparently. Even bought a mix for my birthday last APril which still sits in the cupboard mocking me. Some day...I even got the coconut and raisins ready. Wish me luck!

I could be a blessing.

Two here and I more on the way...

Ok, I told you last month (or was it really only this month) about the birth of Findlay Johnson, the first of our three new Paisley Rugby Players! Well last night saw the birth of another fine happy Baby, baby Conroy. I do not know his first name yet, but i will keep you posted. I do know that Mother, Daddy and Baby are all doing well. Congrats now to both new families.
Now Kat Powrie has done this before, so she can relax and take her time a little. This is nothing new to her. And Sophie is well chuffed to be the big sister and show the baby the ropes. Sophie knows all the things a baby needs to know from when she was little. Now she goes to school so she gets out of the house for a bit each day. So once more we wait, but the basket of things we bought ahead is getting smaller, and if I had a wish it would be that one of us has a girly girl so we can buy dresses, ribbons and rumba pants!
My heart goes out to a few who never had their own kids, I wanted a baby too. I understand that deep hurt,especially when so many kids are unwanted or in the way of addictive parents. I promise you it is not to late, and i also promise you there are other blessings.
I do not lead a sad life. Mother's Day is hard, but JIm has a Father's Day with his other family, so i didn't hurt him that way. Soon as these kids learn to walk and talk i will have little ones in my life again, they just won't belong to me. I say if you want a baby, adopt or go with in-vitro, or foster kids, but don't go childless like me, and wait for a baby of "my own". I waited too long. SO I have to believe deep down inside I maybe make a better "Auntie" than a mom and I move on.
I love to hold babies though, and when i look deep in their eyes it is like they know a secret. They have an aura of awareness, even before they speak or walk. I choose to believe they just left Gods side and the glow is from his countenance, but you believe what you wish. In any case, I welcome these three babies into the world. I am eager to see where they will go and who they will become. I wonder if Scotland will become Independent or if they will grow to be UK citizens. I wonder if I will be around to see their kids, and theirs, and so on.
But for today we rejoice. Life goes on, and it is a circle. My Gram is 102, and they are newborn and there is every age in between. Such is the order of life.
God bless each of us today.

Therapy comes in all forms...

Words are how I express my emotions. Not out loud in front of people, can't do that. One on one it is hard for me because growing up we could not express anger or disgust at adults so I still have some trouble. I hid my emotions so well I don't always realize how angry I am. I expect a fight every time I say no to anything. I expect every choice I make to be second-guessed. I have a hard time choosing because every choice limits every other choice I might have and you might prefer me to have. See? I can drive you crazy. Too late for me, save yourself.

But when i write, I let it rip. I get angry even if too angry and i laugh long and hard if i find something funny. I am finally getting to see the irony in losing so much sleep over things that never happen when out of the blue two close friends have had cancer surgery and one FB friend just found out she has to deal with the C word as well. I was raised not to hate, (well not counting those color people), but if it is possible to hate a disease I hate cancer.

And so now you have to listen to what i do when i am so upset I can't sleep or write. It is an ancient practice from as long as there has been man walking around erect. I am cooking. I call it cooking because I am not trained as a chef. I cannot tell you how i like fighting to peel garlic cloves, or cube then dice red onion. Chopping the herbs after stripping them off the stems i feel kinda powerful actually. The oregano fought me, but the rosemary (don't laugh) looks like little Christmas trees to me. I halved and squeezed some lemon in and now my hands smell very refreshing. I am making something I don't think I ever made for JIm. It is a pork of loin and I am making pulled pork for dinner today and sandwiches as we are out all day tomorrow with the 10K run in Paisley.

 My job is to sit there and tell young boys and girls the fun of a life of rugby. Not only is it wonderful sport for fitness, but even in my health I have made some good life-long friends. Many people come simply to watch, and talk about the days when they played. We have an elder statesman, Douglas, who knows the history of the club from its inception. I wish he would write it all done or record it somehow, because he has a true wealth of knowledge, even of some people we have lost. If you see him, walk right up and say hello, he is someone who knows his stuff.

I dislike cooking, and having said that, I was surprised how pleased I was when Jim said the other night,"you are getting good at this!" See if you don't care about your cooking it shows. Food always has an extra ingredient you can't teach. Good food takes love and care. I am paying attention now, and my waistline shows it. For the longest time when we lived in the maisonette i tried not to come downstairs at all, and for food i wanted a half a toast dry. Now i am well I have an appetite, and i think it has me.

My agita over my gluttony has a small reprieve in Mary's meals. I want to get involved in that big time. If you don't know of it, the basic premise is to keep kids in school by giving them a mug you fill with this porridgy maize type stuff--only if they attend school. Education is the way out for many children, and even in my condition I know I want to be part of that. How I don't know, but to feed a child for an entire school year is less than £11. I easily spend that on munchies for   telly rugby games. So, i am gonna watch the FB site for Mary's meals and see what happens.

It is nice to feel human again and part of something that has nothing to do with disease, except the disease of poverty. That is therapy for me. If you have any ideas how i could raise the £11 please send me a message. Brenda

Blessings

Methadone Mania

We got a report on the news this week that methadone is not the great Heroin solution after all.It seems to simply replace the heroin addiction with a methadone one. We need to take another look at addiction then, and see if there is any reliable solution. My son started a fb entry that opened a fire storm. What makes me saddest is to learn (in a country where these guns are truly illegal) the straight faced Father of 2 says put them on an island, take some high-powered rifles, well you know the rest.

He never grew up around the guns that a part of daily life in America. I bet he has never even seen a body whose tender flesh was torn asunder by bullet holes. NO matter what the problem, guns are not the answer. Guns should not be the question either. It looks good and macho to say it, but having looked down the business end of a rifle, I promise you it is not like in the movies. I was so afraid i shat on myself. Literally. Addiction is all the horrible things we think it is, and yes we are as victimized as the addicts own family members who they con and steal from. They promise the moon and the stars, and in time you realize the heroin, alcohol, or whatever owns them.

My uncle got to a point in his life before he drank himself to death, that he needed alcohol to get alcohol. He started his day not hungry for food, but needing the poison that was killing him. My mother tried to tell me he had a disease, but that was a lie. The disease had him, and slowly, slowly, sip by sip, my Uncle disappeared.

There are a lot of reasons he ended up where he did, and I understand them. At no time would a shotgun on some addiction island have ended his pain or our pain. The story behind these addicts is this. Almost always someone still loves them. You may have t write them off and move on, but you remember who they were. You wait every time they try rehabilitation. You are happy when they get hurt and land in hospital because they can dry out. All he ever became was a dry drunk. And in time died a terribly humiliating death.

So add up all those factors and tell me you still want a gun. Life is long, and I hope your kids are fine, but you know what? All these junkies are someones kid. They were not created in a lab somewhere, nor do they deserve to be taken to an island and shot.

Sorry, they hit a nerve I guess. Blessings.

A look at Rosemary

Today I fried a couple taters from our Sunday meal in rape seed oil. I didn't turn them over, I left them on their sides. then i added two small eggs and sliced a piece of bread from the Polish Bloomer loaf we bought Sunday. As i debated mentally whether to add ham and/or cheese to my eggs I got a weird thought. I pulled some dried (on the stalks) rosemary from the stems and added them to the pan.

I fried them altogether and added catsup to my plate. A real feast of new flavor. Fresh ground pepper completed the meal and a mix of half fresh orange and half fresh water. The crunch of the tasted bread with the real butter, the crisp taste of the catsup on the taters, and i will be full now till JIm gets home.

I would be a much better cook, but I cannot ever think of simple things like this that make the flavors rearrange in a new way. I think in my life I may have eaten a million eggs in a lot of ways, but today a sprig or two of rosemary and that is enough creativity for today.

Now i can go do the million mundane things my life has become, and dream of my next use of rosemary...
blessings

Craig's birthday

Today I am meant to be in Irvine. There is a rugby tournament, and I wanted to go because the weather is nice. I am getting a bit of cabin fever. I was excited to turn on to FB today as it is my beautiful cousin Michele's   birthday and a few others. Then I saw the name, and it hit.
Today it is Craig G's birthday too, or at least it was.

I do not know how people survive this. There must be a lot of love and support in that family. I know I had to rethink all my beliefs and all I held true when he died. I recommend it every few years, to see what you truly believe for yourself.

Today(it will seem weird) I am angry at God, yup I said it, and i am sorry it is true. Michele is happy and her lovely hubby has cancer. Craig killed himself, and Hilary was deathly ill. My blog seems kinda morbid sometimes, but it is what is happening in the real world, where i have to stay. I can't hide at the rugby like JIm does. In my world 2 close friends lost feet within a month of each other. Well, they weren't careless, the feet were amputated. Wilma's house won;t sell, and Slater is not showing it(wonder if the two are connected?).They sure seemed to want the listing...

OK i am done. Sorry for the grumble. We are still looking for a site in Paisley for a tea shoppe extraordinaire...thanks for listening.
Blessings.

Michele Delarm Farmer

My cousin Michele is my hero.Her birthday is this weekend, and if you live or visit in Florida you may have met her. She is in law enforcement, and at first glance you would not think sheis in the right profession. She is a slip of a woman, but do not let that deceive you. She is a professional, trained to be your best friend or your worst nightmare.

Because of his job, Michele's Dad traveled all over with the WT Grants store. From an early age Michele had to learn to make new friends in some very different places. Eventually Grants folded and they came to settle in our home town of Camden,NY.  It was hard for her because she was not like the locals, by this time I can't even tell you how many times she had moved. I think what got her through was a knowing she would not end up in Camden, and when she was old enough, off she went.

Michele gave me the courage when it was my turn to fly. I was no hero, I was 45, but at last I knew it was right to go for my dream, as no one was gonna get it for me. Michele gives and gives, but she doesn't ask for anything. Everything she has, and she has done very well, she got by herself. She had no strong female role models, but refused to accept the terms the other women in her family had. She made her own way in life until, like me, later in life she found the man she always should have known.

His name is Brian.He loves her and she loves him. They both came with children, but even that family blends well. They work hard and they play hard, and they have each others back. I do not know what to wish  for Michele for her birthday, as she is pretty self-sufficient, but there is one thing she cannot do fro herself. Brian had surgery this week for some type of cancer. Now Michele is already a survivor, but i know she will be scared. I also know for Brian's sake she will be a good soldier. They deserve a million years together so I am asking all of you for prayers for this lovely wee family. I am asking for healing, totally for Brian as well.

If you knew me in real life and not just my blog, you would know i have a bajillion cousins. Come on family, this is the time to rally, and we have beaten cancer before in many of our cousins so far. I would not ask, but I know some things only prayer will help. I trust God and I trust you. I have no fear at all, perfect love casts it out I hear.

I love Michele and I hope this is the beginning of many more happy years with her husband and best friend. Happy Birthday Michele, you must be very strong for all God lets you do.
Blessings tonight to my family.

Did you ever regret telling people something?

Last month I told you all about JIm and I going to Doolallys for a cream tea. I mentioned this at the Rugby club to have a friend tell me she is opening a tea type cafe as well. Since then itis like I came back to life. I am cooking again , and bought a pasta cookbook at Culzean Castle second-hand books. I joined two baking sites on FB and although i am a cook only (if that), I am considering learning to make bread.

Remember i asked you all to pray for my friend Hilary? Well she is more than well now, and if I leave her be for a minute, she is about to see her tea shop come into fruition. I will keep you posted as to the opening and when it will be. I recommend her chutneys and jellies as Christmas or birthday gifts, and you could gift someone baking classes that her and her Seve will offer,(blatant hint,Jim!).

SO now i have to settle down and let her and Seve get to it. We still need bone china cups and saucers and something called a welsh sideboard i think. SO i am off again this weekend hunting for the same. Please feel free to contact me if you know of any places selling these things. IN the meantime, back to dialysis tomorrow, and life goes on.

Blessings.

hootchie mama

OK first of all the title is a bit deceptive. This is not a blog about hootchies. In an attempt to be a bit more creative, (kitchen you naughty people) I made a particularly aggressive marinade for pork tonight. I zested a lime and added the juice and put in some sweet chili dip. There are other ingredients but i will not be able to taste them as i burnt the tongue so bad I cried out, yup, you guessed it,"hoochie mama".

Jim will love these when i grill them. We are also having rice and lentils. By the time he gets to the rugby training tonight his stomach will be on fire, but he will be smiling. My food is good, but my spices are pedestrian. No adventure at all, for example a korma can be too spicy to me, so there you go. The point is, JIm will love these, and he will love me. I even made a fruity jello for dessert to cool his lips.

I is a good wife. I really try. I know there are so many areas Jim has to compromise because of my illness, but today I got out the box grater and went to town. I even found a recipe because sometimes my best laid plans are pretty out there.

I never thought I would say this, but I miss the zucchini i took for granted in America. It is here, but it is called courgettes, and you never know when it was picked. I miss eggplant and the lasagna my Dad made with it instead of pasta. I think my Dad would love the shepherds pie I learnt to make here, as he dearly loved anything of vegetables. I miss my Dad. He could be a real pisser, but when he grinned it is like the whole world shone for a minute. He could grow corn and asparagus like no ones business. He taught me to fry squash blossoms. He taught me. He wasn't the most patient man, but if you were quiet he would come out with some real gems, and on a rare good day, you could here him humming as he looked through the farmer's almanac or his burpee catalog. You would think it was his Christmas list he smiled so big when they arrived in the mail.

Jean Spivey just posted a great pic of her Dad for his birthday, and it made me miss mine too. My Dad wasted a lot of time we could have shared, but the last few months of his life he made up for it in spades. Although he never once ever hinted at it, I have come to know he loved me. I find i don't say it to my step-kids either, and i love them desperately, but I don't want to creep them out. Or worse yet to see on their faces they like me as their Dad's wife, but... 

So I waste time, time I do not know I have, and one day I may regret never telling them. Everyone else knows how I feel, and I am wrong not to tell them. Don't be like me. Don't be like my Dad. Don't be stupid. Just say it. They will tuck it away in a small pocket in their hamster-like brains, but it will be there.

Bless you. Thanks for listening. Dinner is at 6.

Lord Morris

Today I learned of the death of a man I needed to thank as I owed him a large debt. I do not know much about him, but he was a Labour party MP, and Harold Wilson made him the first Minister of the Handicapped so to speak. Because of Lord Morris' work, most public buildings are disabled access and many ramps, both in public and private were ordered supplied by the councils. He even affected building plans for public housing, whether the units are specifically designated for the disabled or not.

His fervor for the cause was fueled by his own Father, who having returned missing a leg and an eye from military service was not properly supported. He saw the lack of caring the government showed to men trying to adjust to civilian life. I do not regard many politicians, and rarely use blog space to hail one, but this is a man I would have liked to have met. What a legacy he has. I for one, benefit every day from his efforts, and when Murette is ready to leave hospital they will make her home safe for her as she adjusts to one leg. I am thankful. I hope soldiers returning today are treated better than the soldiers of old.

So have a kind thought for the Morris family. They lost a British hero today.
Blessings

Amazing place

I met a friend Bonnie through an internet chat room, and initially we seemed very simpatico in our ideas and beliefs. Slowly as i began to know her, I told her things I don't share with most people, because we had seemingly mutual spiritual values and she seemed a nice, simple Christian lady. And so she is.
So I friended her on my Face Book account. Things went along pretty well, and then the presidential electioneering began. What a strange lot politics brings up. Plus being American there is the gun issue never far from the surface. She resorted to basically calling me unconstitutional, and pretty much to me that means Unamerican in the ugliest way. The only thing that separates us from most of the tyrannized world to me is our beautiful constitution. That document has survived wars and rumors of wars, foreign and domestic.
Now i feel she has gone mad in an attempt to affect my political views. There are always at least 20 messages of political bantering each time I sign on.
I even tried to block her but something went wrong.She says she us pro-life but believes she needs a gun to enforce that right. She neither belongs to or supports a militia, as the second amendment precludes. I doubt she has read the constitution, but the wackos all know amendment Two, as if it is Divinely Appointed. Bonnie please unfriend me as I do not know how to block you successfully. 
I know America needs Obama as opposed to Mutt6 Rmoney.(sic).I know America needs free thinkers again, and when did thinking and non-violent protest become anarchy and treasonous? This is not the America my Daddy believed in. Nor do I. We do not need foreign wanna-bees giving us the advice we should already know. Look honestly at the NHS, the British gun control, and their higher math and science skills all over the world.  We do not need to worry about being number one. For our kids sake we need to catch up. We need to listen and we need to learn. America is not hated around the world as it supposes, it does enough hating to itself.
Blessings.

A grain of rice

Well in my never ending adventure to know every aspect of parts of my body I didn't want to know I had...today Nurse Carol adjusted medicine I am taking for my Para-thyroids. NO smarty pants, those are not mini hemorrhoids. My thyroid gland hides 4 mini glands the size of a grain of rice. Small as they are, they seem to do a lot when they work, unlike mine, and affect my bone density,depression, etc. among other things. Either i am taking the wrong thing or the wrong amount, so Carol has discussed this with Dr Paddy on my behalf. Apparently even though he is assigned to the renal unit, he does not have time to actually "talk" to the patients he works for.

Now we have two people in our renal "club" who have had amputations this month. SO I know the doctors are very busy, but between a surgery in Linwood stuck in the dark ages, and an uncaring physicians staff in the hospital renal unit, I am beginning to feel like a bit of a bother. What I am not feeling is as good as I should with all the toxins being removed by a machine. What I am not feeling is enough energy to hoover and do dishes the same day. I felt better when i was refusing all pills whatsoever. I am dizzy again, and my balance had been improving.

OK here is the real thing. They shuffled drivers again. There is nothing wrong with our new driver. He is a nice man. I miss David our previous driver. He talked rugby non-stop, and about his kids and a million interesting things. He even liked Maurette. Now suddenly one morning he is gone. No explanations, no nothing. He is simply gone. Again we are part of a vast system and no one thinks we have any feelings. I do not care how i get to the hospital, honestly. But just to know he quit, or was fired or had a brain tumor or something. He disappeared like a bad magicians bunny. As did Phil and Pete, and in the 2 years I have dialyzed i have had many drivers.

Yup I am a bit angry. They talk about me being a member of my chronic care team, but in fact i am a number(literally i have a number on the system), and they don't have time to care. SO on it goes, and I am kept alive by chemicals and machines. I am literally becoming a $6 million dollar girl. Now can I have my life back?

Blessings.

Polish Deli

We were driving around on a rainy Sunday afternoon in Glasgow this week, looking for some signs of the construction begun for the 2014 Commonwealth Games. We must have passed about a hundred shops then one just reached out and called me. In my life in Camden, I had friends with rich,varied heritages. Marguerite was Italian-American, and Roberta was Polish-American. Let me tell you, Polish people know how to eat. I like Italian food don't get me wrong, but Kielbasa is a slice of heaven to me.
There were real dill pickles and many types of pretzels. I thought i found chocolate covered pretzels, but it turned out they were only cookies in a pretzel shape, so my heart broke. We even bought cookies called Al Capone. Imagine. A custardy creme type cookie with three layers. Needless to say, they are gone.
My new discovery was Lipton iced tea in a soda type bottle but it was green tea and it was spectacular. I am going back where I will get the shop name and address, but i already promised Jean when she visits we will go.
Jean had a wood stove and when her girls were little she was married to my cousin Bill. They had one wood stove recipe i loved (and would eat it over and over).and Jean made a kielbasa stew type thing with sauerkraut, cheese and beer, and cabbage as I recall. I miss those days, we have all moved since then. I do not miss Fred, but i miss everything else about those days.
Blessings. Love you Jeanie Beanie.

DUSTING OFF OLD FRIENDS...

Today I got a chance through Facebook to speak to a friend that I met in Camden.He will probably end up one of the 5 most influential people i ever met. Thankfully, he was a force for good, unlike some others on the same list. We chatted a bit about the old days, but what is exciting in both our lives is what God is doing now. God is always in the now. He is also in the future, but he concentrates on where we are, knowing we can't be in the future with him.
I got to share briefly what my ministry is now, and I got to tell him why my blog means so much to me. I do not think you realize how much of myself i put out there in an attempt to be open and honest about my faith walk. See, i fall down a lot in my spirit as well as on my legs. Even my mood dips at times and Jim has to remind me of what I say on the mountain tops, because the valley days can shake me.
I find it more than a little ironic that JIm is the person who draws me back to my truest self, being he is not a believer himself. He is my best friend and he really cares about me. I am blessed, and if he were not my spouse he would surely be my good friend. Kinda like Jennifer and Andy, two friends who i can say anything to. They just love me, and i rely on that. They may at times need to kick my butt, but they won't let you do it. Jennifer is the sister i never had. Andy is the brother i never wanted. Lol jk.
I am not a mushy person, and i rarely hug Jim. So i use my words to convey what i cannot say to your face, and the sad thing is, it is all good, mostly, I am just a coward. Pray for my friends all of them, they are a great bunch. Lift them up as we all get tired some days.
OK enough for today,tomorrow i will chat about the great Polish Deli/Market we found in Glasgow on a car ride Sunday. Woo hoo, cannae wait.
Blessings.

OK now He is the bain of my existence...

JIm the wonder husband is getting kind of full of himself today. I do not think he can see things from anyone elses perspective. He has been having late nights and restless sleep. So today we are on a diet, both fiscal and dietary. He gets a free lunch menu for choices every day at work, and judging by his success rate, the chips are winning. I have every day day pretty much the same. Either chores all day or MWF I get the break adventure to dialyze then come home to chores. Woo Hoo. Couple that with the obligatory tuna salad on crackers, well...i am sure you are salivating.
It is not just that I am dying to eat out,(nice), but I need some variety. My tummy has now got cabin fever. It needs something besides a half bagel or some eggs. In the real world there are blueberry muffins, or dare I say it WAFFLES! In america we make special griddles we love waffles so much. We love pancakes with whatever fruit is ripe just then. We love apple brown betty, we love fruit cobbler. We love any number of breakfast meats and treats. We love nuts in our pancakes as well.We love greens with our bacon. We love breakfast, and not just for a reward for going to church.
If one were to say one was dieting one also likes fruit salad and muffins, porridge, or poached or coddled eggs with rice cakes. One can adjust, and one must re-look at how one thinks about food. It is not just fuel. It feeds the soul, it enriched the heart, it is the way to one's stomach, indeed.
So if anyone wants to go to breakfast,up to and including a donut at greggs, I am available. I can teach you how to start your day. I know how to break fasts. Why trust your tummy to an amateur? Sliding feee consultancy fees available.
By the way, Jim , what's for tea?
Blessings

perspectives

this morning I was putting some laundry on hangers and folding it, and I observed Molly out of the corner of my eye. She was perched on the windowsill, staring at the birdies from her eight story flat bedroom window. I chuckled to myself, as the window looked like one of those wall aquariums, only with gulls instead of pirahanas. She is as captivated as all get out, and when she jumps so far, i think she is attempting to fly. From her perspective, she is not a bird, nor is she exactly human, so I think with no other cats in her life, she may have some identity crisis. She is defo a teenage female however, as she shouts and bawls when things are not going her way. Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we shout back.
At those times she gets the oddest expression, like, I depend on you two to be the adults, we can't all scream. That cracks me up more than almost anything else she does.
I know i am not a real Mom. I spoil Molly awful, yes that's true. But the sheer entertainment and pleasure makes her worth her weight in gold. I love her to bits, and the fella who bought her for me.
Blessings.

TGIF-wwwtatabellas.co.uk

In order to sleep through the night last night I took some Nytol. It is an herbal remedy so now side effects from all the drugs I take just now. The difference is I am feeling like someone poured thick porridge into both ears and it is congealing in my head.


I meant to write this blog yesterday, but I spent a wee bit too much time in my bed or sleeping on the new sofa. SO here it is, please check out this new website,wwwtatabellas.co.uk. This site is especially exciting if you live near Paisley, and it is nice to see a dream start to form and take shape. The Smith family are looking for a site just now that will help their dream come to fruition. It is sorta like a bride who knows every bit of her wedding, she is just waiting to find the groom to meet her at the end of the aisle.
Seve, Hilary, Rory and Zoe are starting on a brave adventure together. That is nothing new, the past two years have been one adventure after another, and they are one of the strongest families I know. Seve right now is looking for sponsors for a fun run to raise cash for Yorkhill hospital. Yorkhill is a children's hospital outside Glasgow. Needless to say, I admire them very much, and I intend to add my fiver to everyone else's.
In addition to a site fro their business, Hilary and Seve are looking for bone china cups, saucers and plates. SO this weekend I am off to some thrift shops to see what I can see. I am so excited to have something "nice" to look forward to. There will also be homemade breads, jams and chutneys and the like. IN addition, down the road they will offer classes in bread making and jam making. I miss Kinko's in Johnstone, this could easily be my new loose leaf tea cafe. Good luck one and all. Hope there is carrot cake. Hope to see ya there. I am available for all taste testing needed.
Blessings.