I have just begun to watch this documentary and I’m already disgusted. I knew that food had been industrialized but wow! I’m so thankful for the large local movement in our area!
What are your thoughts? If you have seen the movie how has it affected your life?
These envibum diapers are so beautiful! I actually just ordered both an envipink cloth diaper
and an pink moms4moms cover.
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My wonderful husband convinced me to go camping this weekend. I’m so glad he did! We had a wonderful time introducing Samantha to the joys of camping. We tossed our camp chairs in the van, along with our hammocks, some corn for dinner and some blankets.
After driving up the Ocoee to the back into the Big Frog Wilderness (if anyone enjoys camping this is one of the best spots around) we tied up our hammocks, set up our chairs and I made the the corn while Aaron built a fire and Samantha explored the campsite with Trouble, our dog.
Soon after eating the corn we we heated up some Chef Boyardee ravioli and then realized we didn’t have a fork or spoon to eat with or feed Samantha with.
Pictured below is what we used to eat Friday night.
Yes, that’s a stick. It served it’s purpose.
Saturday morning my G.I.Joe husband made these.
And they worked even better! I totally kept them.
This is our campsite. Absolute bliss.
Every Sunday here in Chattanooga is the Chattanooga Market. It’s a local farmers marketthat has some amazing offerings! I’ll be featuring my finds a I come across them.
Up first? Spicy Strawberry Relish by Daylilies, LLC.
Yep.
This strawberry relish is the perfect combination of sweet and spicy. I never considered that strawberries would make a yummy spicy relish.
Mmm…
Perfection!
I also picked up some Cran-Apple Sauce from Daylilies, LLC and it’s “Yammy!” (according to Samantha)
Contact: Lannie Harte 423.336.9500 – 956 Golfview Drive NW – Cleveland, TN 37312
Once in a while her smile or orneriness will break through and I’ll see the Mommy I know but for the most part she is just in a lot of pain and there’s not much any of us can do besides hold her hand and wait for the doctors.
It’s so hard when you can’t understand the medical staff because of their thick accents. I have every fait that these men and women know what they’re doing but when you can’t understand what they are explaining to you, you can’t help but feel completely lost. It just adds to my feelings of helplessness. If my dad weren’t here I’m not sure what I’d do. I truly cannot understand most of what they are saying.
I try not to think about what’s going on. I know I’m an emotional eater and tonight I gave in to some chocolate peanut butter ice cream. I didn’t eat all of it but I did have some. I was thinking with every bite that the reason I was eating it was for comfort, but I really didn’t care.
The hotel we have found ourselves living in has a room with a bicycle and three treadmills, but it’s always locked. There is also a minuscule pool and a hot tub that will scald your skin off your body. I try to get a walk on the beach every day but today it was raining so there was no walk. I did get in the pool and do some leg exercises and some crunches in the hotel room. Does that count?
The days are going by in a blur and I can hardly keep up with what day it is or whether it’s day or night. Every room, the ICU room and the hotel room, has light blocking curtains so no light gets in to tell us if it’s 10am or 10pm. The only thing that keeps me somewhat aware of the time are the phone calls from Aaron and the girls.
I miss my husband and my beautiful girls. It’s so hard to go through something like this and not have the man I love beside me to hang onto. I love him for going to school to better our family and I completely understand the need to go to class and I support it 100% but I can’t help but wish it were spring break or summer vacation. I miss Samantha’s jabbering and stubbornness and I miss Madison’s sweet smiles in the mornings. I miss Aaron being contrary just for the sake of being contrary, although he tries to keep that up over the phone.
I love my friends and family for praying for us and encouraging us.
Ladies (and gentlemen?), I am going to attempt to sew a dress for my monkey daughter Samantha.
It’s all her fault. Gillian, from Dried Figs and Wooden Spools, has made it look easy enough even for me.
The patternless dress by Gillian.
I’ll post pics of my version as soon as it’s done. Hopefully next week. We shall see.
Aaron tells me about two hours ago that he would like me to come watch his 5k race at Southern Adventist University. Like a good wife I showed up and came out to the starting tent.
A friend of ours helped organize the race and told me I was sitting in a perfectly safe place.
I watched the runners line up. Directly in front of me. I still hoped they wouldn’t be aboutto trample me.
Then they began.
An I shot a few pics, still hoping not to get run over. Then I ducked as a guy jumped over me. And I kept my head down.
Thanks Darin.
Pic to come later.
In Search of Skinny Jeans 