Starting off the week right

Santa Maria Tri Tip, or Prinaha bisteca.

The Churascarias of Brazil serve their tri tip on a skewer. I’m not that fancy.

I wandered around this cut for a couple of days, and decided to jump in feet first.

I sliced the fat cap, in a cross hatch and gave it a good salt and peppering, the I seared it well on both sided, and finished it in the oven.

Served it up with some beautiful Salsa Verde I made on Saturday, potatoes and zucchini.

That is a nice cut of beef to serve if you have less than an hour to get dinner on the table and need to feed several. It’s not an expensive cut either, but really flavorful.

This is the Pinterest image from the recipe I used.

We ate too fast to take pictures.

But I sliced up my tri-tip, gave the more rare pieces a quick dunk in the cast iron skillet that I cooked it in, and served the Salsa Verde (Chimichurri) on the side. My Salsa Verde go to is parsley, cilantro and oregano with garlic, red onion, lemon zest, lemon juice and olive oil.

I’m a firm believer that how you start a week sets the tone. So why not give Monday a boost and have something really fun.

I’m ready for Tuesday…..maybe?

Today, I’m really grateful for a meal to come together, and my family to spoil. When my youngest gets up from the table ready for seconds before anyone else finishes, I know it’s a good meal.

Bon Apetit.

Have you noticed?

Since I started this gratitude journey almost 4 years ago, I’ve noticed that I can’t hang around complainers.

Let me just define things: There is a huge difference between someone going through a major life event who needs support, and a complainer. And if you don’t know the difference, you are probably a complainer and you won’t understand the explanation.

Something happens when people start complaining, especially when they complain about things neither they or I can fix like a strangers fashion choice. I freeze up. My heart starts to shrink, and I feel something like physical pain. What am I supposed to do a about the shoes someone chooses to wear? Why do they think I care?

Complainers have become offensive to me. Their poison words damage me on a psychological, emotional, and physical level.

You know the type. Nothing is ever good enough, they can find the problem in every solution, they don’t like people for their political views, religious views, the shoes they wear, or their possessions. And what’s worse is they see themselves as “victim” all the time. Someone is always doing “something” to them.

They are “poor” people. Poor in attitude. Poor in spirit. They are Stingy, offended, whinging (whinging is a fretful whine) victims of society. And the more they complain, the worse their lives become. They are victims for sure. Victims of their own making. Every time they open their mouth, their lives get worse. These people like to complain. It’s part of the fabric of their being. They can’t wait to tell you what is wrong with someone else, what someone did, how they can’t get ahead because of someone, how they feel, and why it’s someone else’s fault. It makes me want to vomit, because I am whinging and opining about complainers! Can you see the vicious circle?

Do you think I could get them banned….Or start one of those movements? I promise that no one has to wear a hat in the form of genitals, or hand gestures, or sports logos. Maybe it’s the hats or the community offense that gets these things rolling?

Or Maybe the best thing I can do is maintain healthy boundaries, and choose my friends wisely? No Community Organizer Movements Necessary. I can make good choices? Yep, the power is still with me. I can make better choices.

Offense is a trap, and it ultimately hurts the one taking offense worse than the one doing the offense. My blood pressure went off the charts while describing the behavior of the complainers.

Have you been offended lately? Do you really know why?

Today I’m grateful that I get to make good choices. That I can keep offense off of my radar, out of my life, and thankfully off of my head.

Dancing partners

Image from Pinterest

I love to dance. Since a little girl I took ballet, tap, Jazz was on Drill team in high school.

My husband and I would go out dancing when we were dating.

We got caught up in life, dancing isn’t on our agenda anymore.

I had a dear co-worker who lives in Nebraska, whenever we were together at events we would find time to dance.

Waltz, two step, polka, Schoddish, line dance, east coast beach, Salsa, Merengue, Cha-cha, Zumba, I will jump in and join the party.

I don’t know that I will ever be able to give up dancing in total.

So, until I can find someone to dance with again, I will just have to dance by myself.

Old movies….is 1998 really a long time ago?

I got caught up in “You’ve Got Mail.”

When AOL was the big thing, chat rooms were just starting.

It’s still enchanting, sort of.

I came across some old letters…..I made a cup of tea, grabbed a very lightweight blanket, and disappeared into a very enchanting moment of time. I had some delightfully “romantic” boyfriends who wrote me some completely stupid letters….Bad penmanship, poor spelling……woefully terribly letters.

Life just isn’t the movies.

Why did I keep them? Because they took the time to write them, poor grammar and all.

When things go Right!

Being in that ‘in-between’ season where my sons still need me, and aging parents start needing more help is somewhat stressful.

I took some time to reflect on my Mother-in-law’s situation this last year, and I noticed something remarkable.

Every time we needed to have something for her, it happened flawlessly:

She needed a new cardiologist.  A friend recommended the perfect doctor for her.  She got into to see him quickly, and he was able to change up some medication that helped her tremendously.

She needed to sell a piece of property.  A realtor reached out to her with a buyer who wanted to pay cash, at top of the market price, and it closed without a hitch in less than a month!  I’m so grateful that she got to put a little extra jingle in her pocket.

She needed daily assistance, and one of her neighbors had a friend that was between jobs, and the two of them are now inseparable buddies.  The young lady helped my Mother-in-law stay in her own home a year longer than we thought possible.

It’s now time for her to move into a full time assisted living facility.  Yesterday she went for an evaluation, loved the facility, they had a room available, and she moves in next week!  No arguing, crying, complaining, or dismay, she’s ready to move in and is super happy about it.  We thought it was going to be a difficult transition.

When I think back on all the really nice ways that things have come together for my 92 year old Mother-in-law I’m just in awe, and so grateful.

I’m a firm believer that God has been watching out for her, and it’s been such a blessing to witness such goodness.  Not only am I a witness, but in a way I get to benefit from that goodness because it’s taken so much off my list of things to manage.

I’m so grateful today to see the good things that God does for my family.


Self Talk

My gal pal Kimberly and I were chatting the other day. I made a disparaging remark about myself, and she HIT me!

After my shock, she shook her finger in my face and said, “don’t talk about my friend that way.”

I got the point, and started thinking about the impact of negative self talk.

It’s so important to speak positive things over ourselves. If we don’t honor our own self, how can anyone else honor us?

I thought about how many times I’ve berated myself. “Stupid….ignorant….you know better……get you s#it straight…..what’s wrong with you….why can’t you, why don’t you…what happened to you……you have gotten so fat, so old, where did you go?”

I saw a meme the other day that said ” what if every nasty word you ever said appeared on your face?”

So, in making peace with myself I started calculating how much I would owe myself if I collected $10 for every negative remark. It would be a whole lot of money.

Today I’m so grateful for reminders to be kind to myself and to others.

What are you grateful for today?

When was the last time?

This has been on my mind quite a bit.

When was the last time I’ve done something for the first time?  Well, I’m not at the beginning of my journey, but my journey isn’t finished yet.  I’m sure there is plenty out there.

Maybe I’m wanting to race to the ocean shore?  Love the beauty of the ocean.

We’ve never been vacationer’s.  We will go 15 years without a week away.  We’ll escape for weekends, but in the last 4 years, we haven’t gone anywhere for more than 2 days.

Maybe I’m thinking about the next win a work?  I love my job.

Maybe I’m thinking about embracing the best version of myself?  I’m about as me as I can be?

I surprised myself when I saw the Bee Keeper Barbie.  The feelings it evoked reminded me, I still have a very girly, youthful side to me.  Maybe I can embrace things I’ve lost?

There’s a lot that I still want to be.

I want to be beautiful…..Really wanted and desired by my husband.  When he walks in the door and sees me, I want him to be so happy that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

If we can be that couple who still holds hands and flirts for the next 25 years, that will be just fine.  But I’d like a sex life that would be the thing of legend.

I want to be a great friend.  When my gal pals reach out, and remind me what part I play in our dynamic, it’s empowering.  I want to have great friends around me.

I want to be a great mom.  My boys are grown, and we are developing a great new relationships.  I want them to always want me around.

I want to be a great Wendy.  Fierce, loving, creative, intelligent, and all things good.

I’d like to do things for the first time.  New adventures await.  My story isn’t done yet.

Triple Digit heat index

It’s a little hot, as it usually is here in S. Texas in July.

We are officially in the Dog Days of Summer.  Or maybe the Frog days of summer?

Check this out.  There are still nice people out there.