A Visit Home
28 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
I went to my mom’s for a Christmas trip – 10 days. I was fully prepared to be miserable the whole time. But I wasn’t. It was kind of strange. We were all nice to eachother. I seriously kept waiting for the hammer to drop….but it didn’t.
Not that it was uneventful, it just wan’t horrible. I did get into a little face off with my sister – and I must say that I held my ground pretty well. She is so good at turning an argument on someone and for once I didn’t fall for it. I think I’m learning!!!!
So anyway, I got to spend some quality time with my mom, shopping, visiting with friends and family, eating great food, and just trying to make life nice for her for a few days. It was nice. I’m glad I went and I really do appreciate her for all she does.
Leftover Bread
28 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in Random Ramblings of a Striking Diva Tags: bread pudding, breakfast casserole, cooking, croutons, old bread
So, this is kind of noteworthy. Not deep by any means but definitely a first for me.
I had 7 packs of hot dog buns laying around, leftover from a get together – apparently people like hot dogs more than hot dog buns. And we had a lot leftover. So, I was a little tempted to put them in the freezer but you know…they aren’t the same once they come back out. So I pulled out the big guns: GOOGLE!
I found recipes for old bread: Peach Bread Pudding, Tropical Bread Pudding, Sausage Breakfast Casserole and Homemade Croutons.
I made them all!!!!! The family decided their favorite were the croutons and the peach bread pudding. They were awesome.
We are on total carb overload. It’s insane. But it tastes good! Amen.
Christmas 2010
28 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in My Striking Life, Random Ramblings of a Striking Diva Tags: Christmas, healing, Lord, Savior
This year I didn’t cry on Christmas. This is big for me. I think. I am resisting the urge to analyze this thing to death….I seriously don’t want to sabotage myself.
Long story short, I had a very traumatic experience on Christmas Eve 2006. And even though I have worked hard to move past it, for the past 3 years I have absolutely shut down and cried at the memory of it. But this year was different. Every time the trauma tried to enter my brain I said to myself “I’m not going there. I’m not thinking about it. I’m replacing that thought with something else,” and thus went the denial game. Or maybe I’m just growing. Seriously, do I have to cry every Christmas?? And if so, does it serve any purpose whatsoever? No. It doesn’t. And I’m moving forward. Those memories are old and one day they won’t haunt me any more.
It feels good to make the choice to choose life today over the past. And through all of this I am praising my mighty Lord and Savior for healing my heart and changing my life – because it’s better now and I have a depth that only comes from surviving heartbreak.
Thank you Lord….
