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Eggs and Moms

I’m staring in the fridge and we have six eggs.  The sell by date (or is it use by date?) is April 17th.  I’m wondering, can I hard boil these eggs and everything will be okay?  Or, do I have to toss them, because they’re pass their time. (Hmm, like my eggs).  Anyway, I think if I could call Mom, she would know, but I can’t call Mom.  And, that makes me wonder if Moms are given some sort of gift regarding food.  My mom knew how long you could leave chicken in the freezer or how long to cook a ham steak per side.  She knew how to steam veggies perfectly or, she knew how to tell me how to steam veggies.

My mom would tell me how long to boil rice or keep leftovers.  How to reuse almost anything.  And, now, that link to knowledge is completely gone and I wonder, why didn’t I write any of this down?

I went into the bedroom to get dressed, missing Mom like crazy.  She had all the answers, even when I didn’t want to listen.  She knew what to do.   Do Moms get some sort of book to memorize so they can answer these kinds of questions for their kids?

Then, I remember, my wife is a Mom, maybe, she knows.  And, I ask her and she doesn’t have a clue.

Now, I’m wondering if this magically knowledge just occurred in women of my mother’s generation and the rest of us are out of luck.

And, I’m still wondering about those eggs…

Vine Ripened Tomatoes

This past weekend I made Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches for dinner.  Cheryl had a craving for them and I was only too happy to oblige.  I’m not big on tomatoes.  I’ll eat them, but given the choice, I’ll pass.  However; I was at M and M Farms here in Racine and Mike gave me three big tomatoes, right from the vine.  (Full disclosure, I created Mike’s website: mandmfarms.biz.)  Anyway, he explained to me the difference between vine ripened tomatoes and grocery store tomatoes.  Grocery store tomatoes are picked while still green and shipped to a warehouse.  Once there, they are gassed in order to “ripen” and gain their bright red color.  The tomatoes at M and M Farms are not.  They’re allowed to ripen on the vine.

While I listened to Mike’s explanation, I didn’t really get the difference.  Ripe is ripe, right?  And, tomatoes aren’t all that good anyway, so what difference does it make?

Well, after this weekend, I can honestly say that it makes a lot of difference.  I can’t remember my mother ever shopping at a farmer’s market, so I’m sure I ate very few vine ripened tomatoes in my life.  But, I can tell you this, I will be making every effort to only eat vine ripened tomatoes from now on.

If you like vine ripened tomatoes and you live near Racine, may I suggest M and M Farms on Braun Rd – west of Green Bay Road?

Betty

Betty and everyone

Family Photo

On this bright, beautiful summer day it is my sad honor to announce to all of you – my readers – that Betty passed away.  She left us at 4:00 PM on Thursday, June 23.  The weather this week, here in Wisconsin, has been awful.  It’s been rainy and cold.  It was like Mother Nature was in mourning along with those of us who loved Betty.

I’m going to miss her laughter, the way she answered the phone, “Hey, Baby!”  I’m going to miss her advice and her sweet disposition.  I’m even going to miss when her disposition wasn’t so sweet.  I’ll miss the way she would ask after my mama and Daddy.  I’m going to miss her stories about her friends and family.  I’m going to miss being called Sharon, because I remind Betty so much of her friend Sharon that sometimes, she’d slip and call me that.  Sharon must be a wonderful person. I’m going to miss how she, unlike some people (and you know who you are), praised my cooking.  Betty told me that I made the best barbeque and that’s something, because Betty was a wonderful cook.

Betty said to me very recently, “Julie, when you enter a room, you light it up.”  I may light up a room, but Betty lit up the world.

So, I could sit here this morning and cry.  I could tell all of you that life just sucks, but that would be unfair to Betty’s memory.  Instead, I’m going to thank God that He allowed a light like Betty’s to burn in my life.  That He blessed me with a wonderful friend and second mother who was an amazing person.  Yes, knowing Betty for just ten short years wasn’t enough time, but it could’ve been worse – I might not have known her at all.

When I walk into Jerri and Preston’s home these last few days, it was hard.  I am having a hard time believing that Betty’s spark and her light has been extinguished.  Time, they say, heals all wounds and it will take a lot of time for the emptiness left in my heart to be filled.

But, filled it will be – Betty showed me how.

Be kind to others.  Accept their differences.  Love EVERYBODY.  Don’t take any shit from anyone.  Call a spade a spade.  Say you’re sorry and offer forgiveness.  Tell the people you love that you love them every single day. And, above all else – don’t assume the fat lady is pregnant.

I asked Jerri if I could post something about Betty – she wanted me to wait until all the phone calls could be made – and she said  I could, as long as I asked you all to raise a glass in honor of Betty.  So, let’s all raise our glasses to this wonderful lady.  I know a lot of you reading this didn’t know her, but if I live my life right, you’ll know her through my actions.

One final word, my roses had buds on them earlier this week.  One of them had started opening and I told Betty that when it opened, I’d bring it over to her, so she could have the first rose of the season.  Well, it hadn’t opened by Thursday morning, with everything going on, I forgot about it.  Until Thursday night.  When I came home, that rose had opened and is the most beautiful thing you ever did see.  It has some buddies, too.  I believe it is a sign, from Betty, letting me know she’s all right and not in pain.

Thanks for the sign, Betty.  I love you.
Betty's Rose

Betty's Rose

Happy Birthday, Betty…

Today, in case you didn’t know, is Betty’s birthday!

And, that’s all I’m going to post today is just a happy birthday message to her and re-post what I wrote about her on April 14th.

Happy Birthday, Betty!!!

I was just sitting here and remembering the first time I met Betty. Betty and her husband, Mac, live in AZ. Once a year they make the long drive to Wisconsin to visit Betty’s son, Preston; his wife, Jerri, and their two kids, Jarred and Portia. Cheryl and I had never met Betty on any of her visits and when she was coming, Preston said for us to come over and meet his mom.

Anyhow, we went over met Betty and Mac. Well, let me tell you something, I fell for Betty from the first time I met her. She has a southern accent and she doesn’t take shit from nobody. And, she was bossing Preston around like the devil. It was a sight to be seen. We had a nice visit.

Near the end of the visit we were talking about Cheryl and I trying to have a baby. (This was back when there was still hope). And, Betty said to me, “When you having your baby?” And, I said, “Betty, I’m not pregnant. I’m just fat.” Well, her face turned about thirty shades of red. She was so embarrassed, but she laughed – we all laughed.

Now, years later, Betty bosses me around, too. I give her shit and she puts me in my place and it is a wonderful thing.

That’s why I’ve been posting all of the prayer requests and updates. I love that old lady. I know, as a Christian, that coming to the end of your life is a blessing. Betty’s been on a hard road and she’s blessed. She has a good family and good friends. She can meet our maker with her head up high, but I am selfish, because I just don’t want that lady to go. The doctor’s are giving her 6 months to a year, but that just isn’t enough time.

So, I’m going to keep asking that you all pray for a miracle. I’m going to keep bugging to pass on my updates and prayer requests. I’m sure that I am going to drive each and every one of you crazy. I truly believe in the power of prayer.

Please join me in saying a prayer for Betty.

 

Betty

I was just sitting here and remembering the first time I met Betty. Betty and her husband, Mac, live in AZ. Once a year they make the long drive to Wisconsin to visit Betty’s son, Preston; his wife, Jerri, and their two kids, Jarred and Portia. Cheryl and I had never met Betty on any of her visits and when she was coming, Preston said for us to come over and meet his mom.

Anyhow, we went over met Betty and Mac. Well, let me tell you something, I fell for Betty from the first time I met her. She has a southern accent and she doesn’t take shit from nobody. And, she was bossing Preston around like the devil. It was a sight to be seen. We had a nice visit.

Near the end of the visit we were talking about Cheryl and I trying to have a baby. (This was back when there was still hope). And, Betty said to me, “When you having your baby?” And, I said, “Betty, I’m not pregnant. I’m just fat.” Well, her face turned about thirty shades of red. She was so embarrassed, but she laughed – we all laughed.

Now, years later, Betty bosses me around, too. I give her shit and she puts me in my place and it is a wonderful thing.

That’s why I’ve been posting all of the prayer requests and updates. I love that old lady. I know, as a Christian, that coming to the end of your life is a blessing. Betty’s been on a hard road and she’s blessed. She has a good family and good friends. She can meet our maker with her head up high, but I am selfish, because I just don’t want that lady to go. The doctor’s are giving her 6 months to a year, but that just isn’t enough time.

So, I’m going to keep asking that you all pray for a miracle. I’m going to keep bugging to pass on my updates and prayer requests. I’m sure that I am going to drive each and every one of you crazy. I truly believe in the power of prayer.

Please join me in saying a prayer for Betty.

Pray for Betty – UPDATE

Thanks everyone for your prayers.

Instead of brain surgery, the plan is now that they will biopsy Betty’s lungs. This will give them a better handle on the type of cancer that Betty has. If she has large cell cancer, it can be treated with radiation.

This is good news. The procedure is way less invasive than the brain surgery and means that Betty can go back home sooner.

Let’s keep those prayers coming!

Blessings!

Julie

Pray for Betty – Twitter Spam UPDATE

This morning, I twitter spammed every one of my followers to get them to pray for Betty today. I believe in the power of prayer! In other words, I sent all 88 of my 89 followers on Twitter asking them to “Please RT. Pray for Betty, she has stage 4 cancer & is having surgery today.” I asked one of my followers to do so yesterday and Barry (@planobarryb) did.  (By the way, Barry draws a terrific and funny webcomic called Don’t Feed The Geek and you should check it out.)

Anyway, getting back to this morning, only one follower retweeted:  @the_USO And, now, I know why I support the USO, because – not only do they serve our military men and women well, but they are nice people.

If you’re on Twitter, please ask your followers to “Please RT. Pray for Betty, she has stage 4 cancer & is having surgery today.”  If you’re not, please pass on that Betty needs prayers.

Let’s make a miracle happen.

Blessings,

Julie

UPDATE:  I’m wrong…I wasn’t looking in the right spot…There are a lot of Retweets… Here’s a list:

@SkyscapeInc

@KRBCanada1

@nojusticeband

@douglasi

@mochanya

@mousewax

Prayer Request

Just in case you didn’t see the articles from yesterday, here’s the short version: My friend, Betty, has stage four cancer. After 10:15 PST, she will be having surgery to remove two lesions from her brain. I’m asking that all of you who read this, please stop what you’re doing and say a prayer for Betty.

Blessings,

Julie

Update on Betty

Preston just called – it’s stage four cancer. Please, now’s the time to pray! Say a prayer for Betty. Surgery is still tomorrow.

Prayer Request

My friend, Betty, lives in AZ. I only get to see her once a year when she comes to Wisconsin to visit her son, Preston. Betty has the thickest southern accent you have ever heard in your life. She knows all the tricks from stopping a baby for crying to getting a stain out of your shirt. And, Betty loves my BBQ. Betty always answers the phone by saying, “Hey, Baby!” in her drawl. She’s a wonderful lady and I just adore her.

Unfortunately, Betty is in a hospital and she’s going to have surgery tomorrow morning. They’ve found lesions on her brain, lungs and liver. Her surgery will be after 10:15 PST tomorrow morning.

I was thinking about Betty on my drive home from work and I’ve been praying for her. I’ve added her to my prayer chain and an idea came to me:

Let’s all join together and pray for Betty. So, I’m asking you, my gentle readers, to take time out of your schedule and say a prayer for Betty – and, please, don’t stop there, pass it on. Jesus said that whatever two or more of you ask for, my father will grant and I like to take him at his word. Let’s all pray for Betty’s recovery. Let’s make Betty better using the gift of the spirit that lives within all of us.

Spread the word and, please – even if you don’t want to pass this on, say a prayer for Betty.

Blessings,

Julie

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