When is a Potato Not a Potato?

That's easy. When it's a Spud from Idaho.

There's an old Irish saying: Only two things in this world are too serious to be jested on, potatoes and matrimony.

Well, I don't know about matrimony (I think that's worthy of a few jokes) but potatoes are one of the greatest sources of potassium, and that's no joke.

Max Gerson M.D., the great natural healer of degenerative diseases, said, the two things necessary in preventing degenerative disease are a healthy liver and a high level of potassium.

Do you eat potatoes? So many people don't. Potatoes get a bad rep from those who avoid carbohydrate and yet, these same people will eat french fries. The nutrients of the potato are lost when it's fried and it's a real bummer to the liver. Most of the minerals and vitamines are in the skins so you get the greatest value from potatoes when steamed or baked with the skins.

A good way to get all the value of the potato is to cook slowly (with skins) in a small amount of water with a chopped leek and red pepper. Then mash everything together with the water. I know, sounds like a lot of night shades but the Gerson clinic uses this recipe and serves potatoes once a day in their cancer cure.

I remember when we were kids out hiking, we'd build a fire, wrap "spuds" in green wild-leaves and bake them in the coals. OMG what a feast. We always ate the skins. The best part.

Multi-task Anyone?

I woke up this morning with the feeling of anticipation that I had something important to do today. It hit me. Today is my appointment with my Medical Intuitive. I don't have to leave the house. He calls me on the phone and tweaks my health by mentally scanning my body. He'll suggest a slight change of diet or perhaps a new herbal supplement. He'll check the metals in my body ...... left from years ago of bad dentistry and mercury fillings in my teeth.

I started cutting the carrots and apples for my morning juiced drink.

I'm chopping away for my drink and Cody is watching and whining for her breakfast. Her food consists of a vegetable stew, bison burger, oatmeal, egg, 2 tsp oil. I wrap and freeze most everything ahead of time. So I drop my chopping and make her breakfast.
In between getting Cody's food together, I start washing some dishes that were left in the sink. I hate getting up to dirty dishes but I must have forgotten them, last night.
.I'm getting ready for a garage sale. A lot of furniture has to go as the house is too crowded. Sorting through and tossing out is so difficult. Working on some CD's.

I haven't taken my morning ionized water, so I fill my pitcher and some jugs. I'll need the water to start the oatmeal.

I'm cleaning out every drawer. I poured the contents of a drawer on my bed and I'm hurrying to get that back in order.

As I work, a grocery list pops into my mind. Every so often I stop and add something to the list.

Better throw a load of laundry in the machine. The basket's full.

Have to get the oatmeal cooking. I slow cook it most of the day in a crock pot. But, don't tell anyone I'm using electric.

Let's see. I got most of those little tid-bits done so now I can wash the greens that I want to juice with the carrots and apple. I use a few drops of Food Grade Hydrogen Peroxide to wash all the vegetables I eat. Spin, juice and I can finally sit down and enjoy my morning veggie drink.

Women are so efficient at multi-tasking. Maybe it's the training we get from having kids or perhaps we were just created being able to do a thousand things at once. It's not stressful nor do we follow a script. We just do it!

Car Show According to Marilyn

This is another post on my best friend, Marilyn. I've introduced her in other posts. Our friendship has been steady for over 50 years. We talk on the phone nearly every day.

One Sunday, when Marilyn's kids were little, she and her husband decided to take their kids to a car show.

On the drive into Minneapolis, their car began sputtering and was in peril. They pulled into a service station, where they were told the car problem could be fixed but it would take at least an hour. Having no other choice, they went into the small cafe to wait for their car.

Behind the service station, the kids discovered a grave yard of old wrecked cars. The time passed quickly for them as they climbed in and out of old cars, pretending driving and could even play with an old bus. The one hour, of course, stretched into 2 hours, then three hours before Marilyn's car was repaired.

Marilyn and her husband decided it was too late to drive to the car show but didn't know how to tell the kids. What a disappointment it would be to them.

They had nearly arrived back home and were about to tell the kids how sorry they were for not being able to go to the car show, when her son said with animated enthusiasm, "Thanks for that fun time at the car show. It was the best time I've ever had. " Marilyn's girls chimed in too. "Yeah, that car show was so much fun. Can we go there again?"

Kids. It's like, "There's got to be a pony in all this horse manure."

Car shows. Shiny sleek models of the latest in cars. Look at the glitz and glamour and what car company can out-feature the others.

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Let's Hear it for the Corsets

I'm waiting for my Granddaughter. We're going downtown to shop the fancy Corsetier. (That's bra's to you Victoria's Secret shoppers).

Webster's definition of corset: A closefitting undergarment worn chiefly by women, to give support or a desired figure to the body.

Hot diggidy zeuks......

I remember the 60's when I was burning my bra. The price of a good bra today, I wouldn't think of burning it. Now I'm excited to find a good corsetier.

My Granddaughter's 30 and I'm 80 and we love to hang out together and go shopping.

Adios

Pay Attention to Your Fears

I live at the base of a steep mountain. It's quite a cardio climb, with a few switch backs in the paths. Cody and I climb to the 1st bench, enjoy the view and start back down.

The whole mountain range is vast with paths going in all directions. Most people hiking the mountain have dogs because the leash law doesn't apply there. There's a fair percentage of bikers and another group of bronzed runners. Each has their own agenda.

When I reached the 1st bench there were 3 young men milling around the bench. One was sitting on the bench empting the pebbles from his shoes. Another, nervously walking around the bench and the 3rd man was sitting about 15 ft away on a rock. He was black, quite heavy, huffing and complaining about the climb. I don't mention color as a racist statement but a person of color really stands out in Montana.

The man on the bench got up and I sat down. The two white men were talking and I finally realized they were talking to me. They were asking me questions; things like, "did I live in Helena, etc." It was at that moment that I really studied them and although they didn't look like vagrants, they didn't match any of the usual categories of people who hiked the mountain.

Suddenly I was seized with an instinctual paralyzing fear. Even Cody was acting weird. She was circling us in a manner I've never seen before. I could feel their eyes almost penetrating through me. Then the tall, thin one came quite close to me and said, "If you live around here, you must live in a really nice house."

With that odd statement, my fear rose to immediate panic. I'm alone with evil men, miles from help. I had a cell phone ...... but ..... All I wanted was to leave, to run down the mountain, but I also knew I couldn't show them I was afraid. Then I remembered the old cliche, that the best defence is an offense and I turned the situation around and started asking them questions. I asked if they lived here, were they on vacation, did they like hiking , etc, all the while slowly edging my way to the path. They were reluctant to answer but the tall guy said they were from California. I tried to keep my voice cheerful and chatty, like a garrulous old woman and said I had to go.

They then did another odd thing. They went over to the black man and they all sat down in some tall grass where you could only see their heads. They were watching me and talking in low voices. As I started down the steep part, a pretty woman appeared coming up the path. She would have to pass right by these men and I wanted to warn her without getting their attention. As she approached me, I said, "say" rather softly. She kept walking. I repeated it two more times but I think I saw a blue tooth in her ear. She didn't hear me, but she kept walking straight towards those men.

Cody and I went down the steep, gravelly path as fast as we could. Now my fear was for the young lady. Should I call the police? Yeah..... and tell them what? "There are three men on the mountain and a woman is walking by them?" They'd say, "Crazy old lady." That would be that.

When I got home, I called a friend and told her the story. Then she told me a story. From my description, they were the same men she saw at the laundromat when her machine had broken. Helena has a pre-release facility of around 200 beds and I'm sometimes hearing of them walking away or hiding in people's homes. She further said about the laundromat, the energy of the three men was so dark that everyone unknowingly moved to the opposite side of the room. She knew they could have only 3 passes per day and every one of their hours had to be accounted for. Someone would have had to drop them off at the mountain and pick them up if they wanted to hike.

She asked if they looked like they just got out of prison. Silly question. How would I know what anyone looked like who just got out of prison. She said they behave differently because they're not used to being social or interacting with others. Yes, this must have been what I picked up on and what made my fear alarm go off.

I had another friend who had been on the review board when the facility first opened. He would mention it when any of his men escaped. Other than than, I never even thought of the place, being here. Just because the 3 men had spent time in prison, it didn't mean they were planning to do physical harm to anyone. Most likely, they wanted to rehibilitate and live a life again.

My message is this. DO pay attention to those sudden flashes of fear. Your body instinctively knows and is trying to protect you. These men obviously did carry traces of a dark, evil past, or they would't have been in prison. Pay attention to the signals your body receives.

Dogs and Kids Go Great Together

Herding dogs (I just call them cowdogs) and sedentary people do NOT go well together. Dogs and kids could go up and down a slide all day long. The perfect combination. Dakota (Cody) found this adorable little girl at the park. So much energy. Aren't they great together?

This is What I Call Congeniality

We gotcha Sprite, We gotcha Dr Pepper, We gotcha Coke, We gotcha Pepsi

Ice Cold Icy Nicey Get em While They're Cold Only a Buck

Congeniality? This soda machine sits outdoors, in front of a house in a residential area. Going for a walk and thirsty? Just insert your buck and out pops a cold drink of your choice. Oh dear, but be careful where you dispose of empty soda cans.