Camille'sBigSister

CHELSEA, that is FANTASTIC!!! You go, girl!!!

MOMMA, okay, I get it now. Thanks.

Cissie

Canadian Karen also posted a link the other day to resize photos that was quite good - - wish I had added it to favorites as it is SO many pages back, and you know how we feel about GOING BACK..................

momma goose - - got it now - - -whew!

SUSAN, you are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

That link is www.picresize.com.

Well, if you get it, would you please enlighten me? I hate feeling so dense.

You all will notice that I'm posting before the crack of dawn here in Jawja. I took a nap yesterday about 2:30 PM, but it turned into the longest nap in the history of R'ville. I woke up at 3:30 this morning!

CECILE, the weather channel shows Chris weakening. Praying that it fizzles out!!! Are you anywhere near Tampa? My son and DIL live in Clearwater.

Experiment: I'm going to try to post a picture on avatar, so wish me luck. If I can't get it reduced, I'll email it to you, and try it that way.

Love and hugs to all!

Cissie

Well..........let's just say that he (who said he was a she) is SPINACH OUT OUT OF HERE!!! Long story.

L

I'm so confused!!!

Cissie

Don't post here in Rachelville too often, but sure love the laughs. Wanted to add a Southern-ism. My uncle, born in Georgia, lives in N. Carolina, would always say, "Come here an' gimme sum suga' " in his really cool accent. I didn't see him much growing up, but still remember that voice. I talk to him on the phone once in a while and he still calls me "sugar".

And, by the way, is everyone remembering to "tighten, release, tighten, release..." as they sit at their computer?

Sugar is what we call people we like, and it's also kisses. If you're lovin on a baby, you would say, "Gimme some sugar" or "I've got all your sugar."

Tighten, release, tighten, release? No thank you. I tried that a few years ago, and I couldn't pee for hours!

Slow day in R'ville. But here - phew! 97 degrees, and I went out in it.

Going to bed now. Night all.

Cissie

ROBBIN, shame on me! How could I have forgotten the gravy! And watermelon for dessert! Yum!!!

Fixin to go get my hair done, the good Lord willin and the creeks don't rise.

Cissie

P.S. I think a lot of people from the dirt-poor mountains of Kentucky migrated to Cincinnati years ago.

news flash - still waiting for the golden poops, they never arrived - - mommy FOUND her bag of nuggets, had hidden them from myself in the cupboard (yeah, that works) and Miss FAtty Fat (Annie) had found an old empty bag under a stack of magazines near my bed, or under the bed, not sure, and tore that open...... does this make me a terrible mother.....

Oh, Susan!

Cissie

WOW!!!!

And then from the site...

Thank God!!!

Cissie

Oooooh...southern stuff!

Fixin' to

I'll be waiting with cheese on my tonge (baited breath)

I have to second the "swoled up"

chicken fried steak

Green beans (as in cooked to death with bacon)

Chocolate gravy, sweet tea...

mmmmmmm

Yes indeedy!

...Over yonder

take a notion

Sunday last/next (instead of last/next Sunday)

"busy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs"...

I managed to retain a little "southern", even after 10 years!

Amen! I was fixin' to add this, but it slipped my mind: Have y'all ever said "tump"? As in, "Don't stand up in that chair, child! It'll tump over!"

Cissie

Catching up.

Ahhh, creamed corn! Love it; hate to make it. I don't mind the shuckin' or the slicin', but the scrapin' - Lord have mercy, what a mess! That corn milk flies all over the kitchen! And, yep, you must use bacon grease, not just butter.

How does this Southern meal sound: A cup of pot likker doctored up with pepper sauce and lemon juice; turnip greens cooked with the all-important salt pork (It gives the pot likker the right flavor.); creamed corn; hot cornbread dripping with butter; green beans, cooked for hours with more salt pork; Whippoorwill peas and okra; fried chicken; sliced home-grown tomatoes; sliced Kirby cucumbers and sliced red onion in vinegar; spring onions; and radishes. Have I left out anything? Oh, the Whippoorwill peas are tiny field peas that turn brown when cooked. They start "coming in" in August.

Here's a Southernism: "She don't know me from Adam's house cat."

For all cooks who like to read cookbooks, I have two suggestions. "White Trash Cooking," and "Sinking Spells, Hot Flashes, Fits and Cravings," both by Ernest Matthew Mickler, with pictures by the author. The pictures alone are worth the price of the books.

Lynne, the wedding will be lovely!!! Did you mention the Guest Book table? I probably just overlooked it.

My husband is full-blooded Italian, from Bayonne, N.J. He and his sister and cousins used to have me ROFLMAO at their stories of Italian "Football" weddings!

Also, black eyed peas and hog jowls on New Years!

Oh, Lord yes, girl! And turnip greens!

Be well!

Cissie

you mean, my FUTURE romantic interest?? (don't have one at all and ain't lookin') One of the aussies Mango's bringing us, I think....

Hey, Suse, maybe Lisa's thinking about that Celiac guy you mentioned pages ago.

Cissie

Thanks if anyone knows of a good dentist in the metro Atlanta area. I don't care if they know about Celiac or not. I'm just looking for someone competent.

I have a great dentist: Dr. Ben W. Jernigan, Jr.

404-378-1466

Suite 340

315 West Ponce de Leon Avenue

Decatur, Georgia 30030

He's up to date on all the latest, but I don't know about celiac. If he doesn't know about it, I'm sure he'd be willing to learn. My next appointment isn't until October, so I haven't asked him yet. Besides, I'm still waiting on my Entero Lab results.

Cissie

Zax, thanks for the information! We're way off-topic, but your subject matter is fascinating. I wasn't thinking that far back, but even if I had been, I didn't know about the decline in health of native populations so long ago. Glad you explained.

My favorite paleos are the Neanderthals. I like to think that they survived by mating with our ancestors, ridiculous as that might seem to you.

Have you read The Little Ice Age, and Floods, Famines and Emporers? Interesting books.

Since I'm a protestant, not a catholic, I'll butt out of this string. Bye!

Cissie

Fantastic news about Megan!

Praises for all you parents who are protecting your children from the filth on television!

I'm going to have a busy afternoon, so talk to you all later.

Cissie

Similar changes have accompanied the switch from a hunter-gatherer economy to an agricultural one in North America, where the switch was to corn. Archeologists attribute the immediate decline in health to general malnutrition resulting from a diet seriously lacking in in nutrition.

I'm a little confused here. Were the archeologists talking about Native Americans? They were the only hunter-gatherers in North America, because the settlers were already an agricultural society before they ever arrived on this continent. But not only were the Native Americans hunter-gatherers, they also cultivated corn, beans, and squash - the Three Sisters - and had done so for centuries.

If the archeologists "attribute the immediate decline in health to general malnutrition resulting from a diet seriously lacking in nutrition," then I suggest that they omitted to take into account a historical fact: The Europeans methodically set out to obliterate the entire population of natives by starving them to death. They consistently burned the crops, storehouses, and villages of Native Americans, forcing them to flee ever westward in search of a place where they could hunt, gather, and plant their crops in peace. How could these starving people possibly have escaped malnutrition?

When Native Americans finally did become, for the most part, an agricultural society, where did they farm? On the worst land on this continent! I propose that it was not the farming that led to the decline in their health; it was, rather, the lack of nutrients in the poorest of soils.

If I'm way off base here, then I'll stand corrected.

Cissie

Cecile, I'm fine! I took a break from R'ville today; had a bunch of other stuff to do. I'm off to bed, now that I've caught up with everyone.

Cissie

BTW, before I close down, I feel compelled to get on another soapbox.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear. Just because I'm Town Matriarch, and even though I can't see that town trophy, doesn't mean that I haven't . . . uh . . . been young. You'd be surprised at the tales old folks could tell. Remember that, the next time you see an old lady in her rocking chair, talking to herself and laughing. You may think it's senility, but I'm here to tell you it ain't necessarily so!

Cissie

Somebody tell me if there's a good reason not to do this, but a friend of mine who seems to me to be very nutrition- and chemical-savvy instructed me to ALWAYS wash grapes. Not rinse. Wash. With dish soap. Which actually makes sense, because if you read the ingredients on the expensive fruit and vegetable wash that they sell in the produce aisle, the active ingredient is "surfactant."

Anyway, I've been doing this for about 8 years now, and I gotta say, it DOES get rid of that haze on the grapes, whereas plain water doesn't. So that must mean that that haze is totally CHEMICAL. And the grapes seem to taste much sweeter when I wash them with dish soap, too....just be sure to rinse really, really well!

Alison, I think that haze is a kind of mold. I gave up eating grapes years ago, because I'm so allergic to mold, and it wouldn't come off when I washed with just water. So, thanks for the tip about the dishwashing soap. Maybe I can eat grapes again!

Andrea, you may be right about the soy. I've wondered about it myself.

I ordered several things from gfbakery, and the box came yesterday. Lord have mercy, what a mess! The container of bread crumbs had broken open and covered everything else with fine, dust-like crumbs. My kitchen was covered with that stuff!!! Boy, was I mad!

I do believe we're fixing to get a storm. A miracle! I don't mind putting my computer to sleep for a lovely thunderstorm!

Talk to y'all later. Have a happy weekend!

Cissie

Cecile, great news about the kids' house! Post pictures!

Thanks, all, for the good wishes! I think I've found the culprit, but it makes no sense to me. I had a Crispy Rice Bar, the one with peanut butter, from Enviro Kidz, but I've eaten them before with no problems. ???

I don't want to give up spinach either. I'm wondering if I should try taking a couple of Benadryl about an hour before eating spinach. Do you think that would offset the high histamine content?

Susan, haven't you gotten rid of that bomb yet? Baaad chips!!!

My dumb computer won't let me see our town trophy! Suggestions?

Cissie

Oh, Lord, but I suddenly feel awful! Bloated stomach, dry mouth - what have I done now! I'm going to bed. Have a lovely afternoon and evening, y'all!

Cissie

WOW! Donna, that's extraordinary! I'm going to go to that site and print the article. One of my daughters used to have terrible panic attacks, but they're under control now, because her doctor found an anti-depressant that works. It would be terrific if the diet would help her. Well, if she'd follow it.

Cissie

Yeah...this is a good point. Spinach always gradually made me sicker whenever I ate it in my salads. I never got a noticeable reaction that made me say "aha...spinach is bad" but when I eliminated it I felt better. Its really high in histamine and also salicylates. I stay far away from spinach now. Miamia...you should try avoiding it for a week or so like Julie suggested.

I'm getting really worried about Megan now....this little girl has been through so much...I'll be praying for some good news and that she doesnt have to go through another surgery. Thanks again Vincent for keeping us updated.

I looked up the histamine list; hate that I can't eat spinach! I love steamed spinach, with a few squirts of fresh-squeezed lemon juice.

I'm worried too. The latest update (Thank you, Vincent.) does not sound good. Oh, God, please help that baby!

Cissie

Feeling quite sick, ate HALF a bag of baked Lays last night......OMG these are evil.....gluten-free, I AM SURE, but the biggest bloat and pain today and foggy in the head....not a good way to start the day.

things I wanted to address but can't think and feel sick..... WHAT WAS I THINKING, eating all those??

Ugh. gotta go, feeling sick and need something to EXIT MY BODY......there's a bomb in there.....

Hey there, Goofy Dog Girl!

Maybe they had msg in them?

Lord have mercy! Get rid of that bomb!!!

Cissie

Cissie, I would have gladly given you my three brothers. When I was 5, my brothers were 4, 3, and 2 years old, and I was deemed 'responsible' for them. We did have fun together sometimes but more often we had battles.

I recall my mother telling me once, probably having caught us fighting, that someday my brothers would be bigger than me, I tended to win the fights, . I was about 10, and I replied with, "yes, but I'll be a girl by then".

I know the feeling! My mother used to put me in charge of my baby sister (9 1/2 years younger than I), and I hated it! We adore each other now, and laugh a lot about those days. Once, when I was about 11 or 12, I was helping mother paint the kitchen, blue and yellow, and I was doing the yellow. My little sister was aggravating me because she wanted to paint too. So I did what was sure to make her mad: I curtsied and said, "Yes, your Majesty." She grabbed my paint brush and smacked me in the nose with yellow paint! It's been our private joke all these years. When I think she needs to be cheered up (She's very ill.), I send her a note, and draw a frowning face with a yellow nose under my signature.

Cissie

Cissie - - you described my childhood exactly - - except that I had three brothers and hung with them quite a bit - - go-carts, minibikes, underground labrynthine tunnels in the field next door (with a track on top for our bikes and go-carts, this would be against the law now, of course), forts/treehouses all the time (one had electricity wired in somehow and we got busted for that one), secret clubs, one had a magic "elixir" in a giant kettle in the back to which we kept adding, God knows what.....we sipped this wicked brew, a viscous, dark fluid and somehow were not poisoned.....and in the summers, in the POOL all day long, literally 12 hours and no adults (at the club, lifeguards of course)....most the month of August up at Shaver Lake or Big Sur, weeds in our hair and barefoot day and night, fishing for crawdads, scrambling up granite outcroppings, surveying our domain.....those were the days. Total freedom and no, kids don't seem to be able to do that any more with all the psychos we have running around now, and structured programs. so sad.

I knew there was something I wanted to reply to! Susan, I'm so jealous! I always wanted brothers!

Cissie

I'm really confused about the histamine diet. What to eat and what not to eat? Y'all know a bit about my family's history with allergies. Doesn't that indicate that we're overloaded with histamine? And then there's the adrenal thing that was brought into the equation.

What is cortisol? Do you need a prescription for it? I want to try it out on myself, along with the histamine diet, so I can tell my sisters, et al, something positive to try.

Cissie

Yea, Cissie! You just described my childhood summers We had a vine, too! It was on the hillside grounds of our school (that was just up the street). We would give a running start, and swing in a great big circle where we would be way out above the hill! We played jumprope, hopscotch and hide and go seek. Other than bikes, we had not much except our imaginations--but we always had something to do. (and knew what not to tell our mothers!) My favorite "alone time" thing to do was to climb up in our backyard tree and read. I was a bit of a daydreamer, so I did a lot of that, too. Good times

My boys grew up in the 80's--they were welcomed to play any sports/attend any clubs that they wanted. It was their decision--my oldest played league bowling (and still does to this day at 25) and baseball (which he loves). My youngest was not into sports at all, and that was fine, too. He has other interests. I did my best to let them be kids and not have every minute spoken for. They are now both hardworking young men who also have hobbies--a good, healthy mix, in my opinion!

Hooray for "alone time!" I climbed a wild cherry tree and swung onto the garage roof (flat with slight slope) for my private time. Sometimes I read, and sometimes I just daydreamed. I learned to swing on vines the summer I was twelve. We drove across the state to East Tennessee, and spent a couple of months with mother's fourth cousin thrice removed, Lula, and her husband. Daddy had to return to work in Memphis after two weeks, but it took two months for him to save enough gas coupons to come back for us. What a glorious summer that was!

My children grew up in the 50's and 60's, and had the same freedom to decide that you gave your sons. I confess that I started them on the road to independent thinking by refusing to allow them to have coloring books. Instead, they colored, drew, and painted on blank sheets of paper. (I was always a rebel.) My theory was that the world would soon enough make them "color in the lines," and I wanted to root them in the freedom to say, "Not if I don't want to!" They're middle-aged now, and I'm so proud of the choices they've made and the people they've become!

Cissie