Rankin Lake & Turtles..

So the family’s been trying to be more spontaneous; especially myself and my son. We love to plan things out before we do them– I’m talking at least a couple weeks in advance!

When I saw a Rankin Lake in Gastonia North Carolina and I realize it’s just a few miles from us, we decided let’s go check it out even though it’s pretty hot outside it was almost noon .

What a beautiful place and felt very safe! There was even a ranger who explained everything to me about the paddleboats, kayaks, canoes, and a beautiful trail, very clean one mile .6 around the beautiful lake. Turtles and fish everywhere!  People looked healthy jogging or paddling canoes. Our type of place. We plan to go often! 🙂

 It’s always nice when you find a place close by you never always have to travel far to enjoy life.


Tomatoes and Summer Fun

blog pic3Mondays are the best time for my blog posts, since Monday’s are my energy days!  Much to the annoyance of past office colleagues I would stroll into work with a huge smile on Monday and greet everyone enthusiastically; I have NO idea why I am like this, but I have always been like this. 🙂

North Carolina has had some record hot days this summer! I think everyone has! Thankfully, we have gotten a LOT cooler, 78 degrees now as I write this..so my Roma’s and cucumbers are doing well again…tomatoes can take a lot of heat, cucs not so much.  I have the basil along the tomatoes so they are happy, growing a little bush! 🙂

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Can you see the cucumbers? Kinda like, Where’s Waldo..

I want to say something about tomatoes..they love egg shells  (powdered in blender) and soil without so much nitrogen. There is special ‘tomato soil’ sold for this reason, but this year we forgot and so there were a LOT of little green tomatoes with black rotted spots on the bottom. Also, this year, I did not blend the egg shells to a powder..I just crushed them up..I think that wasn’t enough?  😦  a spray took care of this thankfully!!  We now have lovely, meaty Roma tomatoes.


As an ‘unschooler’ (no rigid schedule) we school off and on all summer long. Summer is so much fun for homeschoolers…so much time with his homeschool friends in this wonderful, happy secular (accepts families of ALL faiths) group, swimming, playing games, eating out and movies.  Today though, Taliesin, after playing with a friend down the street, is doing some math. I can’t believe he will be in 7th grade! !

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Sushi Sunday

I know on Sundays many ladies are in the kitchen cooking food for the next couple of days or even a week! They freeze containers of lasagna or soup or whatever to last them. I always admired those who did that, as I do not!  If I had more children, I bet I would though. Cooking takes up a LOT of time so this summer I am trying my hand at making sushi on Sundays to last a few days.sushi 2

3 cups of uncooked rice made enough for 7 rolls, so about 42 sushis total! (actually I think these have TOO much rice in them, so make that 8 rolls)

Tali will eat the ones with cucumber only. I also have some with spicy (not too spicy) bamboo shoots, kimchi, carrot, even spam or a bit of cream cheeese. Sometimes imitation crab when we have it. Mark LOVES spicy bamboo shoots. You can buy them in any Asian market in jars. I finally tried them, then kicked myself for not trying sooner! 🙂 Delicious! What have we all been missing out on??

I also have been making kimchi pancakes, which are awesome too! A 1/3 cup of rice flour, a 1/3 cup of regular flour and a cup of kimchi and can about 5-6 pancakes. That was another dish I wasn’t sure I would love, but it’s soooo tasty!

So this has been a year of Theresa getting more creative and learning more recipes from around the world. This summer I am going to focus on Mexican/South American ‘street’ food, and this Fall, African dishes.


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So Funny! To all us ladies who have waxed…

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Yeah, so I just about pulled something in my neck laughing at this..I just had to share. (I highly recommend that you DO NOT drink anything while reading.)

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: ‘Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.’

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those ‘cold wax’ kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No mess, no fuss.

How hard can it be?

I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (‘Cold wax,’ yeah…right!)

I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

It works!

OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me!

I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north after checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) ..

I inhale deeply and brace myself…RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the strip.


Another deep breath and RIPP!

Everything is spinning and spotted.

I think I may pass out…must stay conscious…must stay conscious.

Do I hear crashing drums???

Breathe, breathe…OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There’s no hair on it.

Where is the hair???


Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip…it’s not! I touch. .. I am touching wax!!

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake…remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself ‘Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!’

What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!

I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???


I get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment – I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub…in scalding hot water.

Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.

So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation starter ‘So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!’

There is a slight pause.

She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, ‘Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?’

She’s laughing out loud by now…I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night.

While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and … OH MY GAWD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend.

Its sooo painful, but I really don’t care.


It works!!’ I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair…?


So I recklessly shave it off.

Heck, I’m numb by now.

Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I’m going to try hair color……

Now share this one and give your friends a good laugh!

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