Friday, July 20, 2018

ultimate dinner fail

I often try new recipes so we're not eating the same food every week. I found a new recipe to flavor the all too popular "pot roast" a little differently. This recipe called for wine.

 Since my husband and I don't drink, I usually buy the little containers of wine at Walmart that have a twist top. I only had white wine at home from my last Walmart trip, and this recipe calls for red wine.

I'm a ALDI shopper. I LOVE ALDI!!!! Thanks to Aldi, we've cut our grocery bill by 1/3. I'm shopping at Aldi and I've heard great things about their wine, so I buy a $4 bottle of wine. After all, this recipe will be the bomb, and I'll make it again in the near future.

This slow cooker recipe calls for browning the chuck roast on both sides, then adding a few ingredients at a time to blend in some flavors, and then add to the slow cooker, I have an instant pot. I LOVE MY INSTANT POT!! I can saute in the instant pot, and switch over to slow cooker; making this a one dish recipe. YAY ME!

The roast is browning. I've added the veggies, and now it's time to add the red wine.


Wait, I know what a cork screw looks like. I'm in the middle of cooking, and I'm wearing my jammies. I can't just drive 1 mile down the road and wake up my good friend LJ to borrow a cork screw. I'm creative. I find creative solutions to problems all day at work. I GOT THIS.

I need something skinny and long. The a beater that goes with the hand mixer. I walk to my kitchen table and slowly plunge my beater into the bottle of wine.......

and just like a volcano erupts, wine explodes up and rains down all over me, the table, the floor, and the counter.  .....sorry no pics! I was in the room alone and covered in wine, didn't stop for a selfie!

Luckily, my bathrobe was downstairs, cuz I had to strip out of my wine soaked jammies. Now, there's no way to remove the beater that is now stuck in the cork. I had to precariously hold the beater and tile the wine to pour out just 8 oz to add to this recipe.

After getting the slow cooker started, I moved on to mopping up the floor, and wiping down the counter. I take my jammies, the table cloth & placemats to the laundry room and squirt everything with Zout, praying that it works cuz I've had the same bottle of Zout for about 6 years.

My husband enters the room about an hour and quickly deduces it simulates a crime scene from Law & Order and asked "what happened in here?"

Well, what had happened was......

Later..... all of the wine soaked items have been thoroughly washed and there is no evidence of wine.
After slow cooking for 10 hours, the veggies are still RAW, the chuck roast is tough and it doesn't smell as appetizing as the picture on the recipe (which usually only happens with frozen dinner). It's then that I glance up as rolling my eyes, and notice red wine splatters on the ceiling, wall, and white zebra blinds.

Luckily I paid over $20 per gallon of Sherwin Williams Harmony brand semi-gloss paint at the advise of my sister cuz I simply wiped the splatters off the wall with a wash cloth! Our Zebra blinds are just full of character, and it only took me 8 months in this new house to leave my mark!

Kitchen cleaned
Clothes cleaned
Recipe tossed

What a great laugh though :)

Friday, December 16, 2016


This month has been unusually busy at work. It's the end of the year, and we're trying to finalize all records that are still open. Plus we're trying to finish the year strong, so we're working very hard to manufacture and ship as much product as possible.

The last two weeks I've worked late all but 2 nights. I grow more tired every day, and that leads to "cranky pants." Noticing that I was slightly grumpy, I decided to take some preaching CDs to work. I grabbed some sermons on CD by Joyce Meyer that I've owned for several years. My main purpose was to plug in to some Word and focus on my work so I could meet all of these deadlines.

As I was listening to one CD for the 3rd time yesterday, the Holy Spirit started moving within me. Joyce Meyer gave an analogy from her personal life about how we "hold debts" over people's heads. Instead of forgiving our spouses, relatives, friends, and etc for their offenses we continually bring it up and hold it against them. As she continued, the Holy Spirit reminded me of something very important.

In 2008 a dear friend of mine committed suicide. In the midst of my grief, a lot of emotional baggage that I was already carrying surfaced. I was quite wounded. I started writing letters to the people who offended me just to work through all of this bottled up emotion. Over the years, I printed the letters and put them in sheet protectors. I then organized the letters chronologically in a binder, and added a cover sheet titling it "Unspoken Letters." This binder sits with my journals and scrapbooks.

I've never been able to let go of these letters. The Holy Spirit convicted me of hanging on to all of this baggage. If I truly forgave the offenders (for lack of a better word), I wouldn't be treating these letters with such importance. Why was I protecting these letters, and even decorating them like a book I wanted to publish? I gave these letters so much power over me, and I didn't even realize it.

This morning, I removed all of the letters out of the binder. I almost threw them away, but the Holy Spirit pushed me even further. All of the letters went into the shredder. It's all gone! All of that bitterness, pain, and unforgiveness were destroyed in seconds.

Forgiveness is so freeing!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Growing up Greeson

Although they left this world, they will never be forgotten.

1. Church every Sunday & Wednesday
2. Black cow for dessert (ice cream mixed with Pepsi instead of milk)
3. Squash casserole, the only way grandma could get the kids to eat squash
4. Can’t died in the cornfield!
5. When the sun is shining while it’s raining, the devil is beating his wife
6. Better eat everything on your plate cuz there are starving kids in a 3rd world country who don’t have food.
7. All single adults and young people sit at the “kids table”
8. Grandmas cheesecake
9. Cauliflower salad
10. Summer vacations meant going to grandpa and grandma’s house 


60TH Anniversary

Saturday, January 3, 2015


I like steak. Most people I know, like steak. I do not eat if often since I love my heart, and high cholesterol runs in my family. During the Christmas vacation while my husband and I were traveling, we went out to eat to a chain restaurant. I ordered a steak and requested that it be cooked medium well. I learned that trait from my father! I used to order my steak well done because I was scared of E-coli, then my father made a pretty solid argument for medium well steak, and I’ve been ordering it that way ever since. After all, my dad isn’t going to convince to eat something that would make me sick!

I cut into my steak, and blood runs all over my plate. This was rare to medium rare, surely not medium well. I showed it to the waitress, and she agreed. It took this restaurant 3 tries to get it right, and by the time I received my steak I was so full on appetizers and side dishes that I could not enjoy the steak. I usually go to a steakhouse pretty famished, so when my meal comes to me and it isn’t cooked, I have to eat something!

The day after Christmas only 4 people in my dept came to work. So, we all went out to eat for lunch. We went to the finest steak house in the area. And since most businesses were closed on Friday after Christmas, we received prompt service. This restaurant is similar to Ruth Chris, but it is not a la carte. I knew I could get a good steak there. When I ordered the steak this time, I made sure I clearly stated medium well. When the waitress brought me the steak, she asked me to cut into it to make sure it was cooked right. As I cut into it, half of the people at my table started mooing, and again blood ran all over the plate. I assumed that the cook didn’t want to overcook it, so he or she was under cooking it. I told the waitress, “I would rather they cook this well done, then under cook it.” Only took them 2 tries.

Our first date night of 2015 my husband took me to a steakhouse. This time I ordered the steak well done, so they wouldn’t be too scared to actually cook it. The waitress explains to me what “well done” is, as if I’m blonde. I shake my head in agreement, “Yes, I want well done.” She walks away, and I mutter “maybe this time it will be medium well.

As I cut into the steak and saw it was medium rare, I chuckled and sorta fell back in my seat as I thought to myself “Really, Seriously!”. The waitress looks to me, and I said “I’ve been to 2 restaurants that can’t get this right.” My husband chimes in “so I bring her to a steakhouse!” The waitress was so embarrassed. Once again, I fill up on appetizers and my side dishes as I wait for them to cook my steak properly.

I look to my husband and say “I swear, after going to 3 restaurants, 2 of which are steakhouses, I’m convinced that no one can cook my beef right except for Dave.” We have several friends named Dave, but only one Dave grills out for us J

At least at this steakhouse, I was given a free dessert for my trouble; which I gave away to someone else since I’ve consumed enough empty calories this holiday season.

I guess the next time I eat steak; it needs to be at Ruth Chris or Texas de Brazil!

Monday, December 29, 2014

pet peeves

My father is a little OCD. He doesn’t like lights on in an empty room. Growing up, I often heard him nag us about leaving the lights on when we left a room. He would always turn off the lights.

I inherited this pet peeve.

 Have you ever noticed in Corporate America that conference rooms stay lit all the time? As I walk by an empty conference room, I always turn off the lights. My co-workers have noticed this trait about me. My manager chuckles at me from time to time because I can’t resist stepping into a conference room to turn off the light even when I’m running to the bathroom.

Recently as I walked by an empty conference room, or so I thought, I stepped in to turn off the light as usual. As I stepped in, a little voice came from the back corner. I nearly jumped, it scared me so badly. I bend over as I chuckle at myself, then apologized to the unsuspecting coworker. I explained my little pet peeve to her, and chuckled as I apologized again for almost turning off the lights leaving her to a conference call in the dark.

Now, I thoroughly check the conference rooms before I turn off the light J

Saturday, July 12, 2014

I love you sweet baby

Sugar. Oh how I love sugar. I enjoy it in my tea, desserts, cinnamon toast, and even my sweet potatoes. I love everything about sugar, except its impact on my health.

In an effort to improve my health, I decided to stop drinking soft drinks.  I initially decided to give up soft drinks because of all the harmful chemicals. This was not an easy decision. I used to drink Diet Coke all day. And anytime I went to a restaurant that only served Pepsi products, I’d have a couple of Mountain Dews. (To be perfectly honest, I didn’t exactly “give up” soft drink.  I noticed that I would have about one soft drink per month. And last month was very stressful at work and just plain exhausting; so I had one soft drink per day.)  After I stopped drinking soft drink to improve my health, I quickly noticed that I traded Diet Coke at zero calories for sweet tea which is full of calories. (Yes, I’ve tried unsweetened tea, and that is just nasty. I may not have a lot of Southern qualities, but how I drink sweet tea is the one Southern quality I have! And just a tip, South Carolina has the best sweet tea).It didn’t take long for the calories to add up.

A couple of months ago I noticed that I’ve gained about 10- 15 lbs since I got married 10 months ago. I started thinking and praying about what I can do to improve this. I can set goals, but I need to be honest with myself and really take into consideration what goals I can actually meet. A few years ago I lost 50+ pounds, but now my life is completely different and I need to adopt new habits to accommodate.
A couple of weeks ago, my head had a mild but persistent ache. I kept telling my headache to go away. Yes, I talk to my body. As my husband and I spoke on the phone during my lunch break, he suggested to me that I consider fasting as a way to get my body to listen to me.  He must have felt my hand give him the Gibb’s slap when I went silent. He quickly added that I don’t have to fast from all foods; just fast from something I really struggle with and this will train my body to listen to me.  I start training my body now with small stuff, and in time the body will listen to me when I tell it not to hurt.

As I thought about what he said, I was mentally arguing with him for about a week. For instance, I would remember his suggestion, and then I would reason with him as to why this would never work. I had convinced myself that fasting is just an overreaction. I had also convinced myself that I would fail. How can I give up chocolate for just a few days? How can I give up my ice cream, breath mints, brownies, and so forth?

I started praying about this. I asked God for another option. It was like “come on God, show us there is another way, cuz I’m not fasting from chocolate!” After a few days in prayer God started answering me in a way I never expected. Every afternoon while at work I would have my sweet snack. I usually kept chocolate on me. If I’d run out of chocolate, I would roam around the building to every vending machine possible, even borrow money, just to buy some chocolate. I often joked that chocolate solved all of my problems. And this is when God tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hello my child. Why do you stress? I told you to give me all of your burdens. Why do you run to chocolate, soft drinks, French fries to relieve your worries? I’m right here. I’m only a prayer away. I will never leave you nor forsake you. What can your food do for you?” After this little in depth talk, I realized I need to take action. I’m addicted to food, and I need to overcome this addiction.

Deciding what to give up was only a minor challenge. Diabetes runs in my family, my triglycerides are triple the normal range, and I’m carrying so much extra weight. I realized that I was so addicted to sugar; I would even eat multiple life savers back to back just to suck on the sugar. This is a real problem for me, and my health is at stake.

I have to face this addiction just like an alcoholic or junkie. Sugar has too much power over me, and I need to take that power back. I gave up sugar!

I’m not suggesting that the same plan works for everyone. I know people who are vegetarian, vegan, on weight watchers, or on the Atkins diet. I know women who floss before each meal to trick themselves to eat less so they don’t ruin their teeth. I use a smaller dinner plate to trick myself into thinking my single portion is a plate full. I know women who have had weight loss surgery with much success. I had to find what was right for me! And although my health was a factor, far more important to me is stopping this addiction. I was putting food before God! My relationship with sugar was extremely unhealthy physically, emotionally, and spiritually. And that is why I chose this path. I had to end this love affair with sugar.

What do I do now without all that sugar?

I had no idea how often I added sugar to my food and drink until I made a concerted effort to avoid it. The other night my husband and I were preparing a healthy meal: chicken, sweet potatoes, and steamed broccoli.  We chose sweet potatoes over white potatoes for the health benefits. I’ve always added cinnamon & brown sugar to sweet potatoes. This is when it dawned on me; I have to learn a whole new way of preparing meals. I’ve noticed that I habitually go to grab the sugar or brown sugar regularly throughout the day, and now I stop myself (sometimes in midair).

Since I’m not adding sugar to anything, I’ve been looking for healthy alternatives. I drink about 60 ounces of water per day, and there are times when I just want something else to drink. I have replaced my sweet tea with orange juice that has added calcium and Vitamin D. Instead of drinking Swiss Miss hot chocolate “marshmallow lovers” when I get cold at work; I now drink wild orange tea sweetened with honey. The tea actually tastes better with honey than when I used sugar. I found a vegan recipe for chocolate oatmeal cookies that is sugar free. I’m eating more fruit since that is naturally sweet, and my body still craves sweet stuff. I started eating honey almond granola for breakfast in place of cinnamon oatmeal (which I always sweetened with sugar or Splenda).  And instead of sprinkling Splenda on my French toast, I add a teaspoon of vanilla extract in the egg mixture, and then drizzle honey over the cooked toast. It tastes pretty good.

I’m no fool though. I don’t honestly believe that I can give up sugar until the day I die. Once I have this addiction under control, I’m considering adding a little dessert no more than once a month on a date night. I can no longer use “I’m on vacation,” “we’re celebrating something special,” “work is paying for it,” or any other excuse to feed my addiction. I just need to maintain my focus on healthy living, and stop worrying so much about what the scales say. As long as my cholesterol is on track, and I stay focused on eating properly, I’m sure that my BMI and waistline will improve!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Farting in the Elevator

I recently started using custom orthotics in my shoes. As I walk, the plastic orthotic piece rubs against the inside of my shoe, and exhales air. As my co-workers say, it sounds like I’m farting. My doctor suggested using powder to help with this noise. The powder usually changes the sound from a “fart” to a squeak.

The other day at work, I’m in the elevator with one of the new guys in finance. Although he and I have never been properly introduced, I know who he is. I send him reports at least once a week, but he of course has no idea who I am. As the elevator approaches our floor, I moved my feet just an inch and it sounded like I farted. I can’t laugh about it, because that would only lead to more suspicion that I actually farted, even though that isn't what happened. So now this guy’s first impression of me, is thinking that I farted on him while in the elevator. I really know how to make a first impression.