tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31585732083213735622024-03-18T18:49:06.406-05:00MyCrazyLifeAgainMyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-27035188027830636392024-03-07T09:39:00.000-05:002024-03-07T09:39:24.382-05:00When Your Future Plans Change<p>My dream has always been to buy land and have a small mini farm. Then, I started watching Kara and Nate on YouTube. They have great content, and I would suggest following their channel. I have never met them, but I started watching their videos when I moved to where I live now. Watching them has made me realize that my dream may have shifted a while, especially over the years when I have found joy in writing again. But I want to visit the world, or in my case, the United States, Canada, and South America. I always wanted to travel the country and boondock.</p><p>I keep joking that after my son graduates, you never know where you will find me. That joke has become more of a reality. I hope by then, my real job will allow us not to be hard-wired so I can boondock and work. I love my children, but the thought of being stuck in one place is making me get a case of the wandering foot. I am not saying I do not want my simple life with my land and home, but it may shift to land and RV, so I have a home base. Plus, the cost of land and homes has skyrocketed lately. Which means it will be even more unattainable for people in my position.</p><p>So what is in our future? I know I want a base camp. That way, we can decide what we want to do. This spot will be our home, an RV or camper van, so we can travel but always have a home or place to come home to. I guess only time will tell when it comes to our future. I still imagine myself with a cabin in the woods, but depending on life, I do not know what will happen. Sixteen months from now, my youngest will graduate high school. I will make more plans then. I guess it will be a let's see what our future will be.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2DE7CWjvD1NjZicbUTZqXZpTCPofvkPizrW-y8CV4aZNsO_SVztFzfS7Qf7VjgvbMDIjMGVu7or14hoNoHOy-6pZ1oZJNiq0TLaeV3poYg_Af_jqd_KSRAOeHYiIYMMeV4ifbm9KTRGtnULWIj366sA6g8W7dzaIl_S-VcZsXdCFeO1wkzz2-WEI1fyq/s960/91649673_2890175847672570_6825640959712165888_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2DE7CWjvD1NjZicbUTZqXZpTCPofvkPizrW-y8CV4aZNsO_SVztFzfS7Qf7VjgvbMDIjMGVu7or14hoNoHOy-6pZ1oZJNiq0TLaeV3poYg_Af_jqd_KSRAOeHYiIYMMeV4ifbm9KTRGtnULWIj366sA6g8W7dzaIl_S-VcZsXdCFeO1wkzz2-WEI1fyq/w200-h200/91649673_2890175847672570_6825640959712165888_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-68447137059437052882024-03-05T09:58:00.001-05:002024-03-05T09:58:33.233-05:001 Year Ago<p style="text-align: center;"> This little fluffball! Sweet and sassy. The cat distribution system gave JJ to us a year ago!</p><p style="text-align: center;">JJ came to us when shortly after we lost our baby Rodeo. This little ball of fire is Rodeo in kitten form.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgb0nE0sBiFOcebxm_f1HhMeLtBrH4oXUDhen0RAECniSywKhMkkG-UAYqVQyICGT2eWRUAQ7j1XnhbejVDoN8KzMFQHcBvboT5PmHxNQKklNKHkAjMTB8ZD5SScGePK0Lo1vZ4ALqYrNWP-OGtVNl3aHUSW3sUsYcGfOaO6StpQNltX-l1XuLIpzE5P4/s1124/334526377_217708510765672_1633774409281292757_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgb0nE0sBiFOcebxm_f1HhMeLtBrH4oXUDhen0RAECniSywKhMkkG-UAYqVQyICGT2eWRUAQ7j1XnhbejVDoN8KzMFQHcBvboT5PmHxNQKklNKHkAjMTB8ZD5SScGePK0Lo1vZ4ALqYrNWP-OGtVNl3aHUSW3sUsYcGfOaO6StpQNltX-l1XuLIpzE5P4/s320/334526377_217708510765672_1633774409281292757_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-32711691786011822282024-02-15T11:46:00.001-05:002024-02-15T11:46:52.960-05:00Hard Reset!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYuWnjSGMautas6MBibpE1fFZit_N09W8lryFu0Pu9AREpNxhkrHefh4dqIj2YI90Pry2kYqAw4HvjKLxjt_nd0QqRFnuvk_sUD9t_5N6eWk19srn7KHQCAqClLBLNRWjJkrxifQ8PBBExweOCPJ02iXW-mzJfDz5isLI0G7nvWv3L0Dv_LYzgAHhKKVac/s1280/85063986_2779552658734890_1673874361569771520_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYuWnjSGMautas6MBibpE1fFZit_N09W8lryFu0Pu9AREpNxhkrHefh4dqIj2YI90Pry2kYqAw4HvjKLxjt_nd0QqRFnuvk_sUD9t_5N6eWk19srn7KHQCAqClLBLNRWjJkrxifQ8PBBExweOCPJ02iXW-mzJfDz5isLI0G7nvWv3L0Dv_LYzgAHhKKVac/w100-h200/85063986_2779552658734890_1673874361569771520_n.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Do you feel like you need a hard rest? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Is it just me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I will be 100 % transparent right now. I am not feeling it. I am currently sitting at my desk writing while waiting for work calls to come through. In retrospect, I should be happy. I made my bed, and I have dinner planned. The editing I wanted to do today I finished already. But I feel like I am in a funk trying to get through the day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What is even worse, currently, I have no less than three posts I am working on for the blog. My house is feeling like I had good intentions. Have you ever felt like you need a hard reset? I am physically feeling like I need one. My outlook on life the last few days has sucked, and I will be honest I am feeling in a funk. This past weekend flew by so fast that my spring cleaning seemed like a chore. Like I got my kitchen table set up, and I do not have the want to do anything else. Am I the only one who feels this way? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So what now? Well, that is easy. I do what I always do. I put on a good pair of comfy socks, and between work calls, I am working on my house and freelancing. Things can seem bad, and I know I need a hard reset. I know the weekend is coming, but I will make the most of it. But I think a vacation may be in my future, even if it means a vacation along the river and relaxing. Remember, a hard reset can be whatever you want it to be. Just remember to do whatever makes you happy.</div></div>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-35724158173713533702024-01-25T11:32:00.131-05:002024-03-18T18:48:06.931-05:00Living In A Historic Town<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">These are just a few shots I took around town last week from my house to the produce market. These homes and buildings are all dated and historic. I think they all scream small-town Florida charm.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand;">#1. This home is on a corner down the road from where we live. It sings Florida vibes. I love this house with how many windows the home has, and I would love to live in this piece of Florida history. Look at that porch with the shade to keep you cool watching people walk or drive by.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I plan on doing a few walking videos of our town soon, but these were some locations close to my home on my way to buy produce and go to the bank. Living in a small town, which has so much history, can be a wonderful thing. The culture and history are even better than living in a larger town. I hope you will enjoy the new walking videos when we can do them. I am hoping this will happen soon as I have had a few health issues. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-50022157617716505632024-01-15T14:11:00.010-05:002024-02-17T16:41:39.366-05:00Lesson In Love<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The following paragraph I posted four years ago on Facebook when I worked as a part time Uber driver. As a driver I met some wonderful people. This story hit me as I had just come out of a twenty-one year mentally abusive marriage to a narcissist and had just started a relationship with the love of my life.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">💖💖💖💖</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">A VERY BIG LIFE LESSON- When someone is important to you let them know how you feel. So many people hide behind the feeling of afraid of being hurt rather than by admitting emotions. You know what life is too fucking short people. Take a leap of faith. ---I drove this lovely elderly couple today from the hospital to their home. The gentleman was a sweetheart and said if he had not admitted early on to his wife of 60 years how he felt he could have lost her. Then she replied </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">with 'I didn't want to hear it at first, but the old coot was very handsome and very persistent. I was afraid of having my heart broken as I was hurt once before. But I am so glad I did.' They are 11 years apart in age, which was frowned upon when they started dating. She was also from a very conservative family and he was from a family who owned a bar.--- They held hands in the back seat of my car and every woman and man should hope to have someone look at them the way they looked at each other. After they got out of my car I drove away crying because their story gave me hope.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="white-space-collapse: collapse;">💖💖💖💖</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">I hope this sweet couple are still together and showing how much they love each other. They made a impact on me that day, and even though they do not know it. 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Are you taking care of yourself? Let me preface by saying I am a walking dumpster fire who struggles with self-care. I am reminding you that we all need to care for ourselves. Taking care of ourselves means your mental and physical health. I would take care of others instead of myself. But I know I cannot help or care for others unless I am helping care for myself first.</p><p style="text-align: center;">#1. Drink water</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sounds silly, I know. But I feel like crap when I do not drink water every day. Keeping yourself hydrated is good for your body. Sugar and bean water do not count.</p><p style="text-align: center;">#2. Getting Exercise</p><p style="text-align: center;">Doing this is another thing to add to your schedule. Working from home, I sit at a desk all day, and it can be hard to get moving. I try to take a walk on breaks or even clean to get moving. But as someone who sits all day, I am learning that additional exercise is essential.</p><p style="text-align: center;">#3. Doing Things You Enjoy</p><p style="text-align: center;">I hear all the time from people, "I just do not have the time to do the things I love." </p><p style="text-align: center;">Well, I am saying MAKE TIME. I love to craft, and I know it can be hard to make the time, but we all need to do what makes us happy. Taking even five minutes of your day to do something you enjoy can make you feel better mentally. So why not?</p><p style="text-align: center;">#4. Get In The Shower and Stay There</p><p style="text-align: center;">This one may sound odd, but hear me out. I struggle with this sometimes, and usually, I want to fall into bed. I will take quick and hurried showers to clean up and get to bed. I am telling you, take over that bathroom. Soak in the warmth of the water. Spend the extra ten minutes deep conditioning your hair. Give yourself a facial. Whatever it is for you to relax and feel pampered.</p><p style="text-align: center;">#5. Get Organized</p><p style="text-align: center;">When I say this, I mean it. I tried to do this before the New Year, but work and life happened. But the more you organize yourself, the happier you will be. I have given myself two weeks to get my crap together because I need it done to get me through the year. All the little things I have been wanting to do will get done. My goal is by the end of the month be 100% done.</p><p style="text-align: center;">#6. Get Help If You Need It</p><p style="text-align: center;">There is nothing wrong with going to the professionals if you need to.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Remember, self-care is something that makes you happy. There is so much chaos in the world we all deserve it. Be happy, my fellow humans, and know you are loved.</p><p style="text-align: center;">-Angie</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0O59bxCTeOkc49W8VwZub6CyVhabRcqUihFk3pZ9LETVC0WAoxfPyru_Yyc_IdABeQoMRswDlHXzGRs6iLgQkFPfsRy98HEMB0JV8dl7xWS5mqZF6R97x5-Df9gy3VejJSeivOv781tX_WMhtHzqijjJrCK_N_2BmZwmiJzCMxJNvQULL6UaEnq9CCqm/s1136/Screenshot%202024-01-10%20131139.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1136" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0O59bxCTeOkc49W8VwZub6CyVhabRcqUihFk3pZ9LETVC0WAoxfPyru_Yyc_IdABeQoMRswDlHXzGRs6iLgQkFPfsRy98HEMB0JV8dl7xWS5mqZF6R97x5-Df9gy3VejJSeivOv781tX_WMhtHzqijjJrCK_N_2BmZwmiJzCMxJNvQULL6UaEnq9CCqm/w200-h147/Screenshot%202024-01-10%20131139.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-55847710671927175142024-01-08T08:53:00.000-05:002024-01-08T08:53:12.634-05:00TRUTH<p style="text-align: center;"> I do not even know who she is sometimes!</p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifcJRF_PhWap2QKPEYacV6kJSlUxhpio9jdQankmxNRCo7L_KnKx7_cyNCo9qfTr46sPirnMghTdcrQRRXXsD9JycEoI8kQlLKNteCyc9OgZagP8xf1suhqPSW9okj1JpGk4-6bH-8ikdQnK6_E8vaLylKq5h-xThSEDd8KBLNdJ4zfjUVqmgCrAQi4EJc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="309" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifcJRF_PhWap2QKPEYacV6kJSlUxhpio9jdQankmxNRCo7L_KnKx7_cyNCo9qfTr46sPirnMghTdcrQRRXXsD9JycEoI8kQlLKNteCyc9OgZagP8xf1suhqPSW9okj1JpGk4-6bH-8ikdQnK6_E8vaLylKq5h-xThSEDd8KBLNdJ4zfjUVqmgCrAQi4EJc" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-58424100649099658962024-01-02T14:35:00.002-05:002024-01-02T14:35:10.532-05:00Writing Is Not Just A Hobby<p style="text-align: center;">When I was young, I used to write to escape my problems. Now, I write to escape reality for a while but also relax. There will always be multiple stories going on. I added one last story today to the works-in-progress list. That will be all until I finish a few of them. Why? As much as I like to come up with new ideas and stories. I also would like to bring some to a close. If you have looked at some of my social media, I have stories that are videos and some that are audio. All my life, my dream has always been to be a professional writer. Will that happen? I do not know, but it will never stop me from trying. It would make me happy if one person read my story and enjoyed it.</p><p style="text-align: center;">So, if you wish, please enjoy the stories page <a href="https://angiesnovels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEi6U1_VITJHSTgW4n23HZRuHgzk7w0ukdvXdl9k2_H2_HgEP23J_Gia2yQOaoIaoIX9-_VvmrIoHy3qg184V8Cb_ZqRDBtYDyuHKbJTVZHZXQquMrDp16aHXykn9b7p09MpNbOQRwRhhoCHwqMuQvwrY272DmPcaNg5IP8_teM-fzaL2Y2LG9rbCpFQLb/s527/Screenshot%202023-12-01%20210426.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="337" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEi6U1_VITJHSTgW4n23HZRuHgzk7w0ukdvXdl9k2_H2_HgEP23J_Gia2yQOaoIaoIX9-_VvmrIoHy3qg184V8Cb_ZqRDBtYDyuHKbJTVZHZXQquMrDp16aHXykn9b7p09MpNbOQRwRhhoCHwqMuQvwrY272DmPcaNg5IP8_teM-fzaL2Y2LG9rbCpFQLb/w128-h200/Screenshot%202023-12-01%20210426.png" width="128" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-64849118074289362092024-01-01T14:45:00.002-05:002024-01-01T14:52:24.463-05:00Seriously 2024 <p style="text-align: center;">Well, 2024 started with a bang for me. How about you all? I am not getting into what is happening with me, but things will be okay. I hope. But SERIOUSLY 2024, a 7.6 magnitude earthquake in Japan and tsunami warning at the start of the New Year? 2024 get your shit together because I started my 2024 map of things happening, and I did not think Japan would not be the first thing I would be adding to it for the year.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_j7OWyLSUxZRQoZryKw4qOAcCQonaOTIDRdpQ-TQcL_otZNQYXokI0nUpYOxE5t1BcxnccP7E2353-a1yOLMkHey9gMW-pw5bwaCw4_GsTUxuDC-44LfRnwOSVvlYwzoB7e-17L6DoLZVhq1FIxBtZtJyF96r99HIIIkx358p_5Hm21QyEO306LsUT-Y/s312/Screenshot%202024-01-01%20145049.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="312" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_j7OWyLSUxZRQoZryKw4qOAcCQonaOTIDRdpQ-TQcL_otZNQYXokI0nUpYOxE5t1BcxnccP7E2353-a1yOLMkHey9gMW-pw5bwaCw4_GsTUxuDC-44LfRnwOSVvlYwzoB7e-17L6DoLZVhq1FIxBtZtJyF96r99HIIIkx358p_5Hm21QyEO306LsUT-Y/w200-h133/Screenshot%202024-01-01%20145049.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-24054400346187171912023-12-31T20:22:00.001-05:002023-12-31T20:23:16.306-05:00COMING in 2024<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNta8_I44AOaHPm7aWMtoj_7fhDlAPgOVIXmrL5gDcpfQotR2QCBt3LSJW0wKqrbsIUFuD_5OTyUidNv2QyaT9juhPXW-bNOZBmbqsrNLmsXbEvjKceJWHsROdV1MEFzBIUAaTF1TOBlilgToXdBznOKx_u9KSXfT-Yrmt2r7u9pPW0TKV4iCdoj58qE7f/s960/91649673_2890175847672570_6825640959712165888_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNta8_I44AOaHPm7aWMtoj_7fhDlAPgOVIXmrL5gDcpfQotR2QCBt3LSJW0wKqrbsIUFuD_5OTyUidNv2QyaT9juhPXW-bNOZBmbqsrNLmsXbEvjKceJWHsROdV1MEFzBIUAaTF1TOBlilgToXdBznOKx_u9KSXfT-Yrmt2r7u9pPW0TKV4iCdoj58qE7f/w200-h200/91649673_2890175847672570_6825640959712165888_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">The New Year is two weeks away, and I started thinking of my goals for next year. I am not a big fan of New Year's resolutions, and I think making a goal list is much better!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What is going to happen in 2024-</p><p style="text-align: center;">1. Get a car</p><p style="text-align: center;">2. Get back to the outdoors and fishing</p><p style="text-align: center;">3. Publish ten books and continue with Kindle Vella publishing</p><p style="text-align: center;">4. Pay down and off my debt</p><p style="text-align: center;">5. Continue to self-heal and learn to love myself again</p><p style="text-align: center;">6. Start the process of buying a house</p><p style="text-align: center;">7. Get back into shape</p><p style="text-align: center;">8. Continue to grow my blog and side hustles </p><p style="text-align: center;">9. Maintain a comfortable work-life balance</p><p style="text-align: center;">10. Focus more on my spiritual journey</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So what about you all? Do you have goals you would like to accomplish in 2024? Let me know!</p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-90870960577162966312023-11-16T11:30:00.002-05:002023-11-16T17:53:14.871-05:00Trailor Preview For The Farm<p style="text-align: center;"> Coming In 2024</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTK9Sh_7p5-SJdjbhgqwSB7iF_KlE_yR0Lx4UGhVoKXIpKVOq4-SvW8IiWcaQvwcALBwVeBoH7bh9zLDZUgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Editing and Rewrites Happening Now!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpljdFMV4Vc9SxkDBGESNbsHk2kuy3qNJ-H5VX28EKuOT6V6ToRre2oQm5R6xmTNg1R0vnJ3qAqRJrgvnOWZgLas5AAXfs-WXfDYWgSuYvRVjifYah5J5dBalc6eEGcYXNSk-us19oXZdmhtH466UTdHIC75iMML76CiX7uzwRrfjV9OTnGOw7j2UwT-FJ/s320/youtube%20ghost%20stories.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpljdFMV4Vc9SxkDBGESNbsHk2kuy3qNJ-H5VX28EKuOT6V6ToRre2oQm5R6xmTNg1R0vnJ3qAqRJrgvnOWZgLas5AAXfs-WXfDYWgSuYvRVjifYah5J5dBalc6eEGcYXNSk-us19oXZdmhtH466UTdHIC75iMML76CiX7uzwRrfjV9OTnGOw7j2UwT-FJ/w200-h150/youtube%20ghost%20stories.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-4899160079036513352023-11-16T09:30:00.003-05:002023-12-10T17:36:06.688-05:00A Holiday Update<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />With the holidays fast approaching, I just wanted to let everyone know updates may be slow for new content as we have a lot of things happening in our home. So keep an eye out, and there will be periodic updates. No matter what holiday you celebrate, I hope you have a great one!<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Much Love and Blessings,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Angie</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1abd57Tp6a6vwBdY3wOR8v0LGg1QtYETRgLCKYScwhHa-B4zmB8i9Rl-Y_FLInc9pWmyHJCW6RGvXqIRPHc9lZMH-6ppPYQhlfBL-NDohB2m7kSYVSVvEsxJ4mRQfwoXxCsjavk23tk1NBgeT6g89FGjI0Tnb6_l_NBmNfkHfn8r0L9gsQVOSrY6m3J3c/s2048/20171224_233809.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1abd57Tp6a6vwBdY3wOR8v0LGg1QtYETRgLCKYScwhHa-B4zmB8i9Rl-Y_FLInc9pWmyHJCW6RGvXqIRPHc9lZMH-6ppPYQhlfBL-NDohB2m7kSYVSVvEsxJ4mRQfwoXxCsjavk23tk1NBgeT6g89FGjI0Tnb6_l_NBmNfkHfn8r0L9gsQVOSrY6m3J3c/w113-h200/20171224_233809.jpg" width="113" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-59592137586337581572023-11-13T14:08:00.004-05:002023-11-16T22:41:42.395-05:00Pain and Loss<div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-VHsQW3Oy_MRxd7EgU19hLfK0bEBEdqVhB7oo4mDIXEXzTEzWBxkPSdE90EaqzV5YhCHv4uTFWXDVTqzraKnb10HfEIhtrySIypa-QSXXuCpjieX4wR57IDOywLdxWeSmln7w74g_k4zhQFuTpQnz9_vxA3RqNjazNtfOuWFshTVfH6e5VfB9eWWMUtB/s960/379478_1908155203357_2085062697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-VHsQW3Oy_MRxd7EgU19hLfK0bEBEdqVhB7oo4mDIXEXzTEzWBxkPSdE90EaqzV5YhCHv4uTFWXDVTqzraKnb10HfEIhtrySIypa-QSXXuCpjieX4wR57IDOywLdxWeSmln7w74g_k4zhQFuTpQnz9_vxA3RqNjazNtfOuWFshTVfH6e5VfB9eWWMUtB/w200-h150/379478_1908155203357_2085062697_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some people say when you lose someone you love, your mind either block it out or you relive that moment year after year. In my case, I relive the two consecutive days every year. At first, I was unable to function during those two days. Now I cry and remember. Mentally, I know there was nothing I could do to change the past, but my grief still doesn't get any better. I have gotten better at hiding it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">October 10, 1995</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was an eighteen-year-old girl fresh out of high school, pregnant with twins. Baby A was the strong twin, and Baby B was the weaker baby. My Doctor had put me into a high-risk category due to my age and being pregnant with two babies. I lived with my daughter's father and his mother, as my parents did not want the embarrassment of having an unwed mother in their home. To everyone else, they acted like they couldn't wait to be Grandparents, but to me, I was a curse to them.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The day was like any other day. I had to stay on partial bed rest due to how my body had reacted to the pregnancy. At 3 p.m. that afternoon, I had a bright spot as I had a sonogram scheduled to check on my little ones. When I arrived, the receptionist told me that my appointment would be late due to a rush in the ER from emergency cases. My daughter's father said he would not stay and left, instructing me to page him when the appointment was over. Okay, I didn't mind being alone. I worked on a blanket I was making. The receptionist in the area came over with a hospital cup of water, telling me I needed to have plenty of fluid for the sonogram. I had already drank a lot of water but thanked her and sipped as I sewed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After another hour of waiting, the receptionist called me up front for the sonogram. When I walked in, the sonogram tech asked if I was alone, and I said I was. The tech was so sweet and kind and set me up on the table, then started with the screen facing both of us and continued with the sonogram. The tech pointed out Baby B and said look, she is sucking her thumb. I laughed as she said that. Then she got to Baby A and said, "Oh, Baby A is hiding today. She told me to relax as everything would take a while. I lay there and closed my eyes as these sonograms always take close to an hour. I heard the tech get up and call someone on the phone. I asked if everything was okay, and she gave a forced laugh. She said, "Oh no worries, Baby A is being a stinker and will not let me get a clear picture of her or him."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember chuckling and saying, Yeah, I get that I hate being in the spotlight as well. The nurse patted my shoulder, and I closed my eyes. Her supervisor had me turn on my side a bit so they could try to get a better view of Ashley. They said they couldn't get a clear picture, then did more stuff with Baby B, my daughter A. I didn't know what they had discovered that Ashley's cord tied, and she was gone. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After the sonogram, my tech said my Doctor would call me to discuss the results in the morning. What I didn't know was that my Doctor was in the building. However, he was performing a c-section when told what was happening. My Doctor stated his office would have me come in, and they would personally break the news to me in the morning since A was stable. I paged my ex, and he came and got me, and we went home for the night.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div>October 11, 1995</div><div><br /></div><div>The following morning, the phone rang at 8 a.m., and my Doctor's office was calling me in to discuss my sonogram results. I was filled with dread and asked when they wanted me there. The nurse said to get to the office right away. My ex drove me to the Doctor's office, and when we got there, they led me to the Doctor's private office. We sat in the chairs, and he joined us a few minutes later. He started with baby B, who was stable, and all her measurements showed she was tiny but healthy. I stopped him and said, "What about baby A?"</div><div><br /></div><div><div>He was quiet, and under his breath, he said this is the part of being a Doctor he hated. He came around to sit on the corner of his desk and said, "I am sorry. During the sonogram yesterday, the technician discovered baby A had passed."</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember a loud ringing that started in my ears, and my vision got fuzzy around the edges. I remember saying, "I am going to be sick."</div><div><br /></div><div>My Doctor placed a bucket in my lap as I got sick. The nurse who had joined him in the room pulled my hair back and rubbed my shoulder. My ex sat there and did not say a word. Once I had finished, I asked, "What did I do to cause this?"</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The Doctor told me, "You did not do anything. Her cord had knotted and tightened. You could not have prevented this."</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember putting my hand on my belly. I asked, "What about Baby B? Is she going to pass as well?"</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>My Doctor said, "Not if I have anything to say about it. You are going from here to the hospital. They have a room in maternity set up for you, and we will give you injections to increase baby B's lung growth. But you need to know, Baby B will be born premature, which means she will have to go to All Children's Hospital in St Petersburg."</div><div><br /></div><div>I nodded, and the nurse handed me a bottle of water. She said, "The hospital is waiting for your arrival. Dad will have to get your things from your house for you."</div></div><div><br /></div><div>When I got to the hospital, the staff in maternity handled me like I was a ticking time bomb. I felt like I was in a dream. After my ex dropped me off at the hospital, my ex did the one smart thing and went to my Grandmother's house and told her. I must have been at the hospital an hour when my Grandma came into the room and just held me. She held my hands while they gave me shots to help my daughter and then stroked my hair when they gave me a sedative to go to sleep. I stayed at the hospital for three days on monitors, my Doctor checking on me two to three times a day. On Friday, October 13th, I was sent home from the hospital. I had joked with the nurse I would see you later on, and she said, "Bed rest and nothing else."</div><div><br /></div><div>When I got to my ex's Mom's house, she had me lay on the couch, and I woke up later that evening, ate a little, and went to bed until the following morning. My ex informed me that after everything that happened, he needed to unwind, and he was going out with the boys. What I didn't know was that he was hooking up with a friend, and they went clubbing till the day my daughter was born. While he was out, I had made a hospital bag with everything I needed just in case labor became a reality much sooner than we expected. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>The following morning, at 545 a.m. I had to go to the bathroom so badly. I walked to the bathroom, and when I went to open the door, my water broke. I remember I went to my ex's mom's room, knocked on the door, and told her my water had broken. She was up fast, and she opened her door and said did you say a water pipe broke? I said, " No, my water broke." She ran in, and I heard her smack my ex awake, saying she needed to go to the hospital now the baby was coming. I had made it to the phone and called my Doctor's answering service, and the service said they were alerting my Doctor, but to get to the hospital as he was already there due to an emergency earlier."</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked my ex's mom to call my Grandma as we left. She headed to the phone to do so, and when we got to the hospital, my Doctor was waiting with a nurse and a wheelchair. They bought me in and prepped me for an emergency c-section. My Autumn survived, but we had to deal with the death of her sister, Ashley. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>The day Autumn Rose was born was the first official day of Autumn in our county. Ashley, was taken to the morgue after she was delivered, and I never got to say goodbye due to complications during delivery. I had to be put to sleep when we went into delivery with the girls, but later, my Doctor said that Ashley was keeping Autumn in place, and they had tangled together during delivery. If I had not given birth when I did, I could have lost Autumn as well. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>When I was in the hospital, the staff asked me about funeral arrangements. I panicked and said, "I do not know because I never thought about it." </div><div><br /></div><div>That's when one of the nurses told me the owner of one of the local funeral homes, who works with a graveyard, had sponsored a funeral and plot for my daughter. The funeral home took care of everything from the coffin to the grave. When the head came to see me the next day, he handed me a paper with Ashley's footprints. My ex took the picture, which had been in a frame from me when we broke up.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Not a day goes by that I do not think about Ashley and the what-ifs. Not a day goes by that I don't thank whatever higher power there is for my oldest daughter, Autumn. Because I was close to losing her as well, I love my children more than anything in this world, and even though there were times I was a shit mom and made a lot of mistakes, they mean everything to me, and I would do anything in my power to fix everything that has happened between us. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ladies and gentlemen, your grief never goes away from the loss you had in your life. We have to find a way to adapt and move forward. Remember to talk to those who would listen and get help if needed. Much love and blessings to you all.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-68937706604973459962023-11-07T15:27:00.002-05:002023-11-16T22:38:32.632-05:00A Mid-Day Laugh<div style="text-align: center;">I have said it before. I live in a haunted home. There have also been posts when I have commented on weird things that go on while I am working. Well, here is the laugh. I had shut the door to my office and was in between customer calls when I heard the door to my room open. My partner is at work, and last I checked, his Dad was sleeping. I looked at the door, and I thought, what fresh hell is happening now? I thought I would see something, and nope, apparently, my cats have learned how to open the door to get in. So no ghosts, just kitties breaking into a closed door. How is your day going? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVytl9o1Xf9rVeRsOxlY9z_hQox9SbiVkaHQXw53n-DBszRW06hcEUHJ7pXclR0u7khVW8qrkKc9VKpWPUNN2CBaH0lJbo4JmxgZH7x9qqL_uIn8CXD3QQDmvZHcsbZwuMeEnCj-HLKr2fXU50iZdEi1_Bg8WuAB8Zv4657y4qT7HsGYpqT3wXFezTe47/s1280/127835738_3543558605667621_4129938452681645466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVytl9o1Xf9rVeRsOxlY9z_hQox9SbiVkaHQXw53n-DBszRW06hcEUHJ7pXclR0u7khVW8qrkKc9VKpWPUNN2CBaH0lJbo4JmxgZH7x9qqL_uIn8CXD3QQDmvZHcsbZwuMeEnCj-HLKr2fXU50iZdEi1_Bg8WuAB8Zv4657y4qT7HsGYpqT3wXFezTe47/w100-h200/127835738_3543558605667621_4129938452681645466_n.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-59935433469684708272023-11-01T15:29:00.004-05:002023-11-16T22:35:53.121-05:00We Have Merch!!!!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We have a new merch line!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Visit our store <a href="https://www.bonfire.com/store/mycrazylifeagain/?utm_source=copy_link&utm_medium=store_page_share&utm_campaign=mycrazylifeagain&utm_content=default" target="_blank">HERE</a>!!!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04g46FTLTYDTR_uHtJa6A_JjVZtyDE82iNaSEN2opB_hAOMhJB7OLNVAveCRansOmGLF0pt2eNawaVHFMYoxh5v9z_L-LMar8kDfcaHZUKpb3Pknmr4GHUuibsKjXQmQw3Fw47eJwgdZEhvFaa0OlDKTu4ncnOYUqEuTmCnZjzHL-O-IAMiRYEO_zNu-0/s571/Screenshot%202023-11-16%20223451.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="562" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04g46FTLTYDTR_uHtJa6A_JjVZtyDE82iNaSEN2opB_hAOMhJB7OLNVAveCRansOmGLF0pt2eNawaVHFMYoxh5v9z_L-LMar8kDfcaHZUKpb3Pknmr4GHUuibsKjXQmQw3Fw47eJwgdZEhvFaa0OlDKTu4ncnOYUqEuTmCnZjzHL-O-IAMiRYEO_zNu-0/w197-h200/Screenshot%202023-11-16%20223451.png" width="197" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span><p></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-5443632315917051762023-10-17T11:57:00.001-05:002023-10-17T11:57:08.367-05:00ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS<p style="text-align: center;"> I found an article this past week with adult Christmas lists. The article I read said to name your top ten items you would like for Christmas, no matter how outrageous. However, you need to state why you want these items. So here it goes, my top 10 things I would like for Christmas.</p><p style="text-align: center;">1. A home in the country near a pond, lake, or river.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why? Because, the way the world is going, it will be fend for yourself soon.</p><p style="text-align: center;">2. A Car</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why? So I can get to town and go on many adventures!</p><p style="text-align: center;">3. A greenhouse</p><p style="text-align: center;">Because I love to grow food and herbs, and with the state of the economy, you never know how bad things can get.</p><p style="text-align: center;">4. An Electric Pressure Canner</p><p style="text-align: center;">I love canning foods but sometimes feel like I would explode a canner on the stove.</p><p style="text-align: center;">5. A Freeze Dry Machine/ Second Dehydrator</p><p style="text-align: center;">I see all the results online with a Freeze Dry Machine and would love to get one. Freeze Dryers are expensive, so if I could not get a Freeze Dryer, I would love to get a second dehydrator.</p><p style="text-align: center;">6. A New Comforter For My Bed</p><p style="text-align: center;">I think it's about time to change it up</p><p style="text-align: center;">7. A Outdoor Oven</p><p style="text-align: center;">I love cooking and want an outdoor oven to do it outside.</p><p style="text-align: center;">8. A Small Boat</p><p style="text-align: center;">So we can go fishing on the river instead of in the river.</p><p style="text-align: center;">9. A Small Rechargeable Generator </p><p style="text-align: center;">Because I live in Florida, and power goes out in storms.</p><p style="text-align: center;">10. A Unlimited Supply of Yarn/Crafting Supplies</p><p style="text-align: center;">Because I love to craft and make things.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What about you? What would you like on your Christmas list?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-7zQR9c4MhcfIJT52Hc7jiksPht2AzlEpyNHVn5WldLyXI2Za95wliv81pVaLemqXU6JVTR1966qvHy0Co33qjavc0RHdUPSf7R8O7nbOA_Ob8dzmkmdITWffnDL5-uG4FiWYlVmrJwrpOipe4_EIc7XRbZtgursLKQUeRvtP2fq-9wIP-D3dM7fC8HY/s960/481013_557224847634360_2128816248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-7zQR9c4MhcfIJT52Hc7jiksPht2AzlEpyNHVn5WldLyXI2Za95wliv81pVaLemqXU6JVTR1966qvHy0Co33qjavc0RHdUPSf7R8O7nbOA_Ob8dzmkmdITWffnDL5-uG4FiWYlVmrJwrpOipe4_EIc7XRbZtgursLKQUeRvtP2fq-9wIP-D3dM7fC8HY/w150-h200/481013_557224847634360_2128816248_n.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-64950851693366801102023-10-12T09:20:00.003-05:002023-11-16T22:27:07.092-05:00A Gift From The Dead<p>Christmas day of 2022, we lost our beloved black lab, Rodeo, after she lost her fight with cancer. Rodeo was an old girl who was stubborn in her ways. Rodeo loved her food, and she had her place in every room of the house and would not let anyone else in her spot. It broke my heart when Rodeo passed. From the day she came to live with us, Rodeo was my work buddy and would sit next to me every day during my work shifts and follow me through the house wherever I went, including the bathroom. I used to joke with my co-workers she knew just as much about our calls as we did.</p><p>Well, a little over three months after she passed away, we received our gift from Rodeo. After I had got off of work, I started to do some chores and went to take out the garbage. When I opened the door, I heard a meow, and one of our local strays we feed named Oreo was sitting at the bottom of the stairs next to a fluffy orange ball. It's not uncommon for Oreo to bring us gifts such as a mouse or a squirrel, but when I put the garbage down, I found the orange ball was a tiny kitten. She was no more than 4-6 weeks old. This little kitten had dried-up insulation and wood chips all over her. I picked her up, and she cuddled into me as she tried to meow.</p><p>I looked around, thinking she must have gotten lost from her mama, but Mom was nowhere to be seen. I tucked her into my sweatshirt, took the garbage to the dumpster, and then realized she was asleep in my arms. I returned home, sat on the patio, and tried to remove the insulation and wood chips from her fur. I asked her, "What to do with you?"</p><p>At that moment, from inside the house, almost to answer my question, I heard a bark Rodeo's bark. I needed a cage and kitten food, so I went to a neighbor's house to borrow the items as she always had them on hand. I found my partner and said, "I think we have a new kitten."</p><p>I was already in love with this little orange ball of fluff who curled up in my arms and fell asleep. When he took her from my arms, he fell in love with her and made sure we had everything we needed for her. We brought her into the house, and the dogs and cats looked at us as if they knew we were adding another furry member to our family. We named her JJ after my partner's mom, and for the next month and a half, she was with me for everything. She slept next to us in a cage, and we had to arrange playtime so we could put up the dogs. She flourished and grew. We think her mom may have abandoned her size and being so tiny. But as JJ grew, I noticed something. While playing, she would stop, look up, and rub her head against something I couldn't see. I felt like Rodeo was there telling JJ, this is your chance and checking on her.</p><p>JJ has so many of Rodeo's mannerisms and quirks. She follows me around everywhere and has to be next to me. She loves her food and will meow at me when I am slow at getting her food, just like Rodeo used to bark. JJ will sit in my lap while I work or sit on a corner of my desk while I take calls. When she doesn't think I am around, I see her interacting with something I can't see, rubbing her face and standing on her legs to reach up to what would be Rodeo's height. </p><p>Rodeo has physically been gone from us for over nine months now, and I still miss her so much. Rodeo came into my world for a small amount of time, but she stole my heart. I have seen her out of the corner of my eye while I work or cook. I believe Rodeo had a hand in bringing JJ into our lives to help us with the loss of her. So Rodeo, thank you for sending me my orange ball of chaos, and know that she will never replace you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4Af3Tzh9r6qCnVFG79qwin1pVnln4QJsGbV8Y4PeGSRA696K-GJNFzgRV6TaB4wGyZ3Qa6JvEKOAEd0E-nQYj1P-CqUgz8o4VyVC81W1Wc58N8P6_5pYaIZvSFb4MhJKhVatdFDv3r7kNDcvZrIKhMo6Fd2oDE36N_0CQDimihARYierwvGZcL8QpSX/s1280/128037670_3543558772334271_8441610283623561211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4Af3Tzh9r6qCnVFG79qwin1pVnln4QJsGbV8Y4PeGSRA696K-GJNFzgRV6TaB4wGyZ3Qa6JvEKOAEd0E-nQYj1P-CqUgz8o4VyVC81W1Wc58N8P6_5pYaIZvSFb4MhJKhVatdFDv3r7kNDcvZrIKhMo6Fd2oDE36N_0CQDimihARYierwvGZcL8QpSX/w100-h200/128037670_3543558772334271_8441610283623561211_n.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-49862196350640215072023-10-11T09:03:00.002-05:002023-11-16T22:20:18.008-05:00Getting A Pressure Canner<p>I have mentioned it before in my blog, but I prep for emergencies and to save on the cost of food. I am not shy about stating this, as many know. I water bath can, and I dehydrate food right now. I want a pressure canner, but I will be 100% honest with you. I have seen so many pressure canning explosion videos it makes me scared to get one. Do not get me wrong, I have had a pressure canner before, so I know how to use them. I know the dos and don'ts, but I am still scared by the thought of one exploding. Any feedback, anyone?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ99ORzQr8lfIU1HPhjxB0z_21MzD7rZ3ycg5gpMHaoeeoNII9G2CFynDSqauG63MelTLHb7bSL7LvPYv5_jXokLNYb30cjdYtMeOg5lG36pNquaiPRhLAQ1i0UOiOVsO4Xklm5s3qDkmLmhDcc85J_H851OGerPdyFWxWfvwRwZ_WVliRTAHJoT5pFPm/s640/tumblr_nhzm5dxMPQ1qmz8gjo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ99ORzQr8lfIU1HPhjxB0z_21MzD7rZ3ycg5gpMHaoeeoNII9G2CFynDSqauG63MelTLHb7bSL7LvPYv5_jXokLNYb30cjdYtMeOg5lG36pNquaiPRhLAQ1i0UOiOVsO4Xklm5s3qDkmLmhDcc85J_H851OGerPdyFWxWfvwRwZ_WVliRTAHJoT5pFPm/w200-h200/tumblr_nhzm5dxMPQ1qmz8gjo1_1280.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-21567468307021095032023-10-06T10:35:00.001-05:002023-11-16T22:19:03.704-05:00Dreams To Reality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgLIi6w-8RVl8aoBRC-pWwIDBBt6h-CoXGzsD3Awh_lBSu_VAii-NRBt3ft2CNV7ZyyNx0psbyJ_wT53sAWWE2dzAj0PTHYYkC05cgzkg06Gp5mNwwE_2G9eT3EvXEuYKz0pgzS_Z2KKwJ9sEGXVo0GFb75BPZKJiy7lM2hT3zWzNfmVPJRPJ9yEGGzZm/s2048/IMAG0295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgLIi6w-8RVl8aoBRC-pWwIDBBt6h-CoXGzsD3Awh_lBSu_VAii-NRBt3ft2CNV7ZyyNx0psbyJ_wT53sAWWE2dzAj0PTHYYkC05cgzkg06Gp5mNwwE_2G9eT3EvXEuYKz0pgzS_Z2KKwJ9sEGXVo0GFb75BPZKJiy7lM2hT3zWzNfmVPJRPJ9yEGGzZm/w113-h200/IMAG0295.jpg" width="113" /></a></div><p>In honor of the spooky season, I am adding some Paranormal articles leading up to All Hallows Eve!</p><p>I read once that the people we have seen in our dreams, we must have seen in our daily lives as well. Well, diving down that rabbit hole, where do the monsters we see in our dreams come from? I read an article once that the monsters we see in our dreams, we would have had to see or at least read about and see a picture of it to appear in our dreams. I tend to remember my dreams for a short period after I wake up. Some of these dreams have led to the start of a new book, short story, or audiobook. I am no expert. But I have asked, how could I dream of places I have never seen or read about? </p><p>For example, a few nights ago, I dreamt about a home on a lake and river that I had never seen or been to before. The property sat where the river and lake met, surrounded by a vast forest. I slowly walked through the historic manor house, taking in its decor when I passed a mirror. My reflection showed I was wearing vintage clothing from the 1840s. The home's only light was by candles and the fire in the hearth.</p><p>Now, the dream would not have bothered me, but what did was the faces of the staff on the property. I may be horrible with names, but I do remember faces. These faces were of people I had never met. Almost as if I was seeing the past through one of my reincarnations.</p><p>During the dream, some staff members watched the woods, and I heard claims of monsters just out of sight. I wish I could give more information about this dream, but my alarm woke me up for the day. So, what are your thoughts about what we dream? What are your thoughts on what we see in them? What about the faces and creatures we see in them? Do our dreams come from reality, and could our past lives show us a glimpse into how we dream? I will leave that up to you to decide.</p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-76742109238935362242023-10-04T13:58:00.002-05:002023-11-16T22:18:01.127-05:00Big Brother Is Watching?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp_ZVdQcy9FbveK465EMfKcc5V2hibN8KF-QLYY4pEmLEoLzyq2EfXVv8Foik80sHl8tJ6jQFu79wgo7vFlOtQ7ULjQaUFE_14FWwpNMVLFUMjeKehWUcwqw7dzVA6w9-JI3fuVYYVbLpE1ehmKfsEuaRiSm-dUUV6BYqxpW4Bym-URFEHC-FlnremQxg/s564/6e244824e8009dd28134d2e6448e98f1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp_ZVdQcy9FbveK465EMfKcc5V2hibN8KF-QLYY4pEmLEoLzyq2EfXVv8Foik80sHl8tJ6jQFu79wgo7vFlOtQ7ULjQaUFE_14FWwpNMVLFUMjeKehWUcwqw7dzVA6w9-JI3fuVYYVbLpE1ehmKfsEuaRiSm-dUUV6BYqxpW4Bym-URFEHC-FlnremQxg/w200-h150/6e244824e8009dd28134d2e6448e98f1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>So today, we had a nationwide emergency alert test, and the conspiracy theorists did not disappoint. My other half and I went to bed watching a documentary about Big Brother watching us last night. So, if Big Brother is watching me, I have to ask, are you seeing my weird search history, which includes how to murder someone, research on aliens and paranormal creatures, animal memes, and a whole host of other crazy stuff for my books I write, Are you scared yet? I ask, big brother, Why watch us average people with weird searches because we are likely bored when you have criminals running our government? Inquiring minds would like to know. Hmm, maybe a new book topic. </p><p>Anyway, you amazing people who have weird search histories, I salute you!</p><p>-Angie</p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-11981387749586270472023-10-03T08:36:00.002-05:002023-11-16T22:16:24.163-05:00Paranormal Real or Fake?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEn-xlvKxl-e4MFzm3WryKEialBehGA3DLTPgYg7QIVZ4g38ww0JzprV_PYdQAyIBj4iLqO_3biYOGkXhDAyH02Y_hLuwjaIXXDBt2LI4Bcb53BaBkvK-K8r7LgZ4iDoz-he8JGGt_JmggSHtcZsKd9g5eUKgElKmm2yEnw-leNWLl59LDRNU_BsXARZv/s640/10606203_796561880367321_445752707508596664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEn-xlvKxl-e4MFzm3WryKEialBehGA3DLTPgYg7QIVZ4g38ww0JzprV_PYdQAyIBj4iLqO_3biYOGkXhDAyH02Y_hLuwjaIXXDBt2LI4Bcb53BaBkvK-K8r7LgZ4iDoz-he8JGGt_JmggSHtcZsKd9g5eUKgElKmm2yEnw-leNWLl59LDRNU_BsXARZv/w200-h150/10606203_796561880367321_445752707508596664_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>I receive a lot of ridicule due to my belief in the Paranormal. Honestly, I am okay with that. I have lived in haunted homes and towns all my life. I published a book with some of the stories from my personal experiences. After publishing my book, someone told me it was a cute book with stories, but the person stated they were stories, not experiences. Does one not have to tell the story of the experience? But the one question I ask in return regarding the Paranormal or unexplained experiences is, "Have you ever had an experience that you could not explain?"</p><p>I do not state everything is paranormal. However, once I tried to debunk things and figure out what was happening, I came up with a logical conclusion. Yes, that conclusion can be that what had happened could be paranormal. I have seen things that I cannot explain and have had experiences that have no logical explanation. People have said that I should block out what I see or experience. In a perfect world, that may work, but with me, when whatever is trying to make their presence known gets ignored, they may get upset and try to get my attention in a more in-your-face way. </p><p>Sometimes, I question if people's reactions are because they are from the United States. Now, hear me out before you jump down my throat. If I have ever discussed the paranormal and ghosts with people from foreign countries, most of those people have high regard for the dead and are open to the thoughts of ghosts, aliens, and otherworldly entities. However, unless you live in more paranormal-prone areas, in the United States, people do not want to talk about the paranormal or believe in it.</p><p>Looking into the little research on the beliefs into the paranormal, I have discovered about half the world's population believes in some form of the Paranormal. Some people classify it as miracles, aliens, ghosts, or unexplained circumstances. Well, this girl believes in it all! So my question to you is, "What do you believe in?"</p><p>Leave a comment below and let me know how you feel about the Paranormal. Happy Spooky Season Everyone!</p><p>Angie</p>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-87496941606302550282023-09-21T10:52:00.358-05:002023-11-16T22:15:34.368-05:00Simple Recipes To Get You Through The Week!<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6OT-E5lsp8NjQ-rDn0_YG9ZBIO0KZ7G9qaN-dsd2Xgyb09XvLNiL66bu2roWfYIXrEHJ5TIBEAZYXACQUoVaI0whoEeqv1-cDyARYDY0wWhyphenhyphenNKWjLXHMKbzcUpwGSD3ZUVVwevLfE5Lz1zEMKzOqNZHFecx6U368HrcvOje6PJsnJ9rNOFUDjigqhPUf/s2048/20161203_135717%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6OT-E5lsp8NjQ-rDn0_YG9ZBIO0KZ7G9qaN-dsd2Xgyb09XvLNiL66bu2roWfYIXrEHJ5TIBEAZYXACQUoVaI0whoEeqv1-cDyARYDY0wWhyphenhyphenNKWjLXHMKbzcUpwGSD3ZUVVwevLfE5Lz1zEMKzOqNZHFecx6U368HrcvOje6PJsnJ9rNOFUDjigqhPUf/w200-h113/20161203_135717%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Does anyone else ever feel like there is no time in the day? I always feel like there is no time in the day. I work full time, write, and freelance, not including spending time with my family and craft for resale. So, I have put together a few simple recipes that can help save time for the busy person on the go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Roasted Chicken Crock Pot Dinner</div><div><br /></div><div>So this recipe is simple enough, even if you forget to thaw your chicken.</div><div>I will usually thaw the chicken the night or the day before. But if you forget, throw it in frozen as long as it doesn't have the bag of giblets inside it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spray your crock pot.</div><div>Place cleaned whole potatoes in the bottom of your crock pot with seasonings and butter.</div><div>Please note I have a larger crock pot, and everything fits. If you have to cut your potatoes, that is okay because you're stacking everything.</div><div>Top the potatoes with canned or fresh green beans or carrots and 1/2 of a sliced onion.</div><div>On a plate, season all sides of your whole chicken.</div><div>Place in the crock pot, breast side down.</div><div>Cook on low for 6-8 hours until chicken has cooked thoroughly.</div><div>With minimal prep work, you get an easy dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Chili Mac</div><div><br /></div><div>This recipe is super simple, and what I call it is a one-pot wonder. </div><div>2- boxes of cheap Mac and cheese</div><div>1- can chili of your choosing</div><div>Milk</div><div> 3- tablespoons Butter</div><div>Shredded cheese</div><div><br /></div><div>In a pot, empty your Mac and Cheese pasta and powder mix to the pot</div><div>Add 1 cup milk add enough water to cover the remaining pasta</div><div>Add any other spices you like</div><div>Add butter</div><div>Cook on medium-low until pasta is slightly aldente</div><div>Add a can of chili to the mixture (Whichever chili you like.)</div><div>Cook the mixture on low until it thickens</div><div>Add cheese and mix</div><div>Top with sour cream, extra cheese, or whatever your heart tells you </div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Easy Chicken Quesadillas</div><div><br /></div><div>1- Bag Shredded Cheese</div><div>1- bag 8-inch soft tortillas</div><div>1/2 cup to 3/4 cup salsa</div><div>1- drained can of shredded chicken or 1 cup shredded chicken</div><div>2- teaspoons taco or fajita seasoning</div><div>(You can add anything to the mix that you would like, such as cooked onions or peppers, beans, etc. Just remember to add extra cheese.)</div><div>Spices of your choice</div><div><br /></div><div>In a bowl, mix the following items: cheese, chicken, salsa, and spices, and mix well.</div><div>You can add extra cheese or beans if you wish.</div><div>Preheat a skillet on medium heat. </div><div>Add mixture to half the tortilla shell and fold over.</div><div>Place in skillet and cook till golden on both sides.</div><div>Serve with the condiments of your choice!</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Easy French Onion Soup</div><div><br /></div><div>4 Cups Beef Broth</div><div>4 Tablespoons Butter</div><div>6 Cups Of Sliced Onion</div><div>2 Cubes Beef Boullion</div><div>2 Tablespoons Corn Starch</div><div>4 Cloves of Garlic minced</div><div>Croutons</div><div>Mozzarella or Provolone Cheese</div><div>Salt and Pepper</div><div><br /></div><div>Get the crock pot again because you are cooking this all day low and slow.</div><div>Mix your onions, minced garlic, cornstarch, and spices.</div><div>Let the cornstarch coat all of the onions.</div><div>Add the mixture to the crock pot.</div><div>Add Beef Broth and Bouillon</div><div>DO NOT MIX</div><div>Add Butter </div><div>Throw the lid on and cook low and slow.</div><div>Let it cook for 4-6 hours.</div><div>When the onions are soft and cooked, add the soup to an oven-safe soup bowl.</div><div>Add soup top with croutons and cheese</div><div>Put under a broiler till the cheese is melted and has formed a crust.</div><div>Serve with a sandwich or have the soup by itself.</div><div><br /></div><div>** Traditionally, this recipe is served with a big piece of crusty bread sitting in it to soak up the broth and topped with cheese, but who has time to worry about cutting the bread and toasting it? Croutons work as well, and people usually have them in their homes.**</div><div><br /></div><div>**</div><div><br /></div><div>Stuffed Sandwiches</div><div><br /></div><div>This dinner is where you will want the leftovers!</div><div>My kids loved this recipe, and it is also great to make for potlucks or get-togethers.</div><div><br /></div><div>2 Loaves French or 1 Loaf Cuban Bread (Need 4 feet of bread)</div><div>1 Bottle of Creamy Italian Dressing</div><div>2- 1 Poundpackages- Cheese of your choice, Cut slices in half </div><div>1 -1 Pound Package of Salami</div><div>1-1 Pound Package Ham</div><div>1-1 Pound Package Turkey</div><div>1 Package of Baby Spinach</div><div>1/2 Sliced Onion Thin</div><div>1/2 to 1 whole Pepper Sliced Thin Or 1- jar of sweet sliced peppers</div><div>1-2 tomatoes cut into bite-size pieces (Or one can of flavored or diced tomatoes drained)</div><div>Foil</div><div><br /></div><div>*you should have leftover meat and cheese for later.*</div><div>Preheat your oven to 325-350 degrees</div><div><br /></div><div>On two baking sheets, Cut foil big enough to wrap your sandwiches</div><div>Cut bread to open in a v shape (if it breaks, no worries, you're going to wrap it in foil anyway)</div><div>On both sides of the bread, liberally spread the creamy Italian Dressing- You want this to be slightly damp with the dressing.</div><div>On the bottom of the bread, place one row of each cheese </div><div>Layer your lunch meat</div><div>Add Another Layer of Cheese</div><div>Add tomatoes, peppers, and spinach in layers</div><div>Top with onions</div><div>Add another layer of cheese.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, you close the sandwich the best you can and wrap it tight with foil.</div><div>Once wrapped, put your pans in the oven to bake for 25-30 minutes. You want them to melt the cheese and be hot throughout the sandwich.</div><div>Take out of the oven and sit for 5 minutes</div><div>Cut into 1-2 inch slices</div><div>Can store leftovers if there are any in the fridge</div><div><br /></div><div>Serve with chips, Salad, French Fries, Or Fruit!</div><div>These reheat so well the following day.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Ultimate Breakfast for Dinner Casserole</div><div><br /></div><div>1- can bake and eat biscuits (Or homemade)</div><div>1- dozen eggs</div><div>1- package sausage (need 1 cup ground up)</div><div>1- package ham cut into cubes (1 cup)</div><div>1-package bacon cooked and crushed</div><div>1- bag hashbrown potatoes</div><div>1- onion chopped chopped </div><div>1- bell pepper chopped</div><div>1- bag of shredded cheese</div><div>2- packages of gravy mix</div><div>Milk</div><div>Salt, Pepper and Powdered Garlic</div><div>Butter</div><div><br /></div><div>Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.</div><div>Take 1- 9 by 13-inch pan and 1- 8 by 8-inch pan and butter both pans </div><div>Layer of the hashbrowns in the pans, and you should not go above halfway up the pans</div><div>Mix the meat, vegetables, and half the cheese. Reserving some of the sausage to add to the gravy if you have more than a cup</div><div>Spread the meat and vegetable mix in both pans</div><div>In the same bowl, you had the meat and veggies in scramble all 12 eggs</div><div>add a little milk and seasonings (You can add seasoning of your choice)</div><div>pour mixture over meat and potatoes</div><div>DO NOT MIX</div><div>Make Gravy mix per the instructions</div><div>Take Biscuits cut up into fours and spread over the top of the pans</div><div>Take gravy and pour over the biscuits</div><div>Take both bans and cook in the oven until the egg mixture is baked and not wiggly in the middle. </div><div>Check your biscuits to make sure they have cooked through as well,</div><div>Cooking time will take 25-30 minutes.</div><div>Top the pans with the remaining cheese and cook until melted.</div><div>Serve and Enjoy</div><div>Depending on the size of your family, you may have leftovers that will hold for 2-3 days in the fridge.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can switch out the meat and veg to your preference, but remember some vegetables may release moisture during the cooking process, so make sure you account for that in cooking or pre-cook them. </div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div>Pork and Peaches</div><div><br /></div><div>Get That Crock Pot Out!</div><div>1 Pork Loin or 6 Pork Chops</div><div>2 cans peaches in syrup(You need the syrup do not drain)</div><div>1/2 onion sliced thin</div><div>1-3 Apples Cut up (I always add three because of the flavor contrast)</div><div>Cinnamon</div><div>4 Table Spoons Brown Sugar</div><div>Garlic Powder</div><div>Salt Pepper</div><div>Beef Or Vegetable instant gravy pack</div><div><br /></div><div>Serve over Mashed Potatoes, Noodles or Rice</div><div><br /></div><div>In a crock pot, add peaches, apples, onion, gravy pack, spices </div><div>Mix to combine</div><div>Add pork</div><div>Coat the pork in the mixture</div><div>Cook Low and Slow for 4-6 hours</div><div>Be prepared for the pork to fall apart or be very tender.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope this helps with a few quick night dinners!</div><div><br /></div><div>-Angie</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>MyCrazyLifeAgainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557092618703291231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158573208321373562.post-49936412367276433562023-09-20T09:58:00.002-05:002023-11-16T22:12:35.805-05:00This Happened This Morning<div>Everyone who knows me is aware I firmly believe in the paranormal. I have lived in many haunted houses and had a lot of ghostly experiences. As we fast approach All Hallows Eve, the veil is beginning to thin, and this happened.</div><div><br /></div><div>This post is in real-time. I work from home doing customer service. I had a call come in for work, and I had turned my chair, so I was facing my large monitor as I was exhausted this morning and was helping a customer. You must understand we live in a smaller mobile home, so I hear everything even while working. I hear my partner get out of bed and go into his dresser that we share. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the drawer open and hear the squeak it makes when it opens. I see clothing moved in the drawer and the drawer shut. As I am still helping my customer, I did not turn around, and I am thankful I did not. I hear what I thought was my partner leaving the room as the door squeaks as it opens and closes. I hear my partner walk through the house and the front door open and close. After the call ended, I went to make the bed so the dogs could lay on it, and when I turned towards the bed, my partner was still sound asleep. </div><div><br /></div><div>Was it his doppelganger? Was it a ghost? I told him about what happened when he woke up thirty minutes later, and he said, 'The house was locked up' until he went outside a few minutes ago to take a phone call. I even checked our security camera, and there was nothing but the stray cats outside the entire time. Any thoughts? 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