Serendipity

Not my kitchen...just one from an image search! So this isn't Home Sweet Home ... Adjust! Ring bell for maid service. If no answer, do it yourself! I clean house every other day. Today is the other day. If you write in the dust, please don't date it! I would cook dinner but I can't find the can opener! A clean kitchen is the sign of a wasted life. My house was clean last week, too bad you missed it! I came, I saw, I decided to order take out. If you don't like my standards of cooking ...lower your  standards. Although you'll find our house a mess, Come in, sit down, converse. It doesn't always look like this: Some days it's even worse. A messy kitchen is a happy kitchen, and this kitchen is  delirious. A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand! Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator. Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused. Countless number of people have

This is what my salsa looked like when completed. About two weeks ago, I had an overabundance of tomatoes from our garden sitting on my counter that I needed to do something with, and I had an epiphany. Make salsa with those and some of the green peppers also harvested from the garden. But where to start? I did some digging and reading of recipes online, and printed off a recipe that came close to what I had on hand. From that point on though, it was up to me to change-out what I didn't have for what I did. Meanwhile, I was also writing down the different items I used, so that I could reproduce the recipe IF it was something like we liked. Well, it was...I wanted spicy and I got spicy...and then some, and it passed my brother's taste test 200%!  He, himself, has eaten almost 2/3rds of the jar!  LOL So here it is...my own salsa recipe! Deb’s Homemade Salsa: (Yields about a quart) 6-8 large tomatoes, peeled and diced 1 large onions, minced 2+ large green

Last night, I finished reading, "Secrets in the Cellar", by John Glatt, and it has had my brain churning ever since. When this story broke, it shocked the world and it still shocks me because of the horror that one man can inflict on others. I have always believed that we all have a darker side to us, but most of us can keep that in check throughout our lives. But one has to wonder if such evil is not the result of childhood circumstances but rather something built into some individuals.  Because of my own therapy over the years, I have learned that our childhoods can and do have a bearing as to how we turn out later in life. However, I am not so sure with men like Josef Fritzl, Charles Manson, and many of the other serial rapists and murderers. There HAS to be a glitch in their mental wiring some place. We live in a world today where diagnoses run rampant, there is a name for about every affliction on earth. The way I see it, is there is one diagnoses that doesn&

For the first time in over a year, I have actually picked up a book and began reading again...and it feels good to do so. And although I have varied tastes in reading material, I have been drawn to true crime books over the past several years...because there is a drive within me to try and understand what drives these monsters to do what they do. The book I grabbed yesterday, was "Secrets in the Cellar" by John Glatt...and my (hard) copy looks exactly like that in the photo above. I honestly didn't think that I would be able to 'get into' this book...but for me it's been a page turner. I am not yet halfway through it, but from everything I have read so far, there is so much here that is detailed far beyond what the media ever knew or reported. Fritzl is a monster and I can't believe he walked free as long as he did. ( He imprisoned his daughter for over 20 years in the cellar and fathered several children with her...secretly.) I don't wis

[This is something that I read on Facebook, and it shares a point that we could all learn from.] Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.  The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."  The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."  She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.  Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truly recycled.  But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.  Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, tha