Quotes To Feed The Soul 2

Quotes To Feed The Soul 1

Refrigerator Bread and Butter Pickles

Refrigerator Bread and Butter Pickles

From - Michelle  AKA Brown Eyed Baker  <3 br="">

A wonderful, simple recipe for homemade refrigerator Bread and Butter Pickles. No canning equipment required! Just prepare and pop in the fridge!

Course Appetizer

Cuisine American

Prep 15 minutes

Cook 5 minutes

Resting 2 hours 40 minutes

Total 3 hours

Servings 4 cups of pickles

Calories 308 kcal

Author Michelle

Ingredients

• 5½ cups about 1½ pounds thinly sliced (about ¼-inch) pickling cucumbers
• 1½ tablespoons kosher salt
• 1 cup thinly sliced sweet onion
• 1 cup granulated sugar
• 1 cup white vinegar
• ½ cup apple cider vinegar
• ¼ cup light brown sugar
• 1½ teaspoons mustard seeds
• ½ teaspoon celery seeds
• 1/8 teaspoon ground turmeric

Directions

1. Combine cucumbers and salt in a large, shallow bowl; cover and chill 1½ hours. Move cucumbers into a colander and rinse thoroughly under cold water. Drain well, and return cucumbers to bowl. Add onion to the bowl and toss with the cucumbers.
2. Combine the granulated sugar, white vinegar, apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, mustard seeds, celery seeds and ground turmeric in a medium saucepan; bring to a simmer over medium heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves.
3. Pour the hot vinegar mixture over cucumber mixture; let stand at room temperature 1 hour. Cover and refrigerate 24 hours. Store in an airtight container in refrigerator up to 1 month.

Recipe Notes

• I do not recommend using this recipe for canning or long-term storage.
• The jars pictured in the post are Bormioli jars - love them!

Nutritional values are based on one cup in juice

Nutrition Facts

Refrigerator Bread and Butter Pickles

Amount Per Serving

Calories 308

% Daily Value*

Sodium 2629mg 110%

Potassium 347mg 10%

Total Carbohydrates 71g 24%

Dietary Fiber 2g 8%

Sugars 67g

Protein 1g 2%

Vitamin A 2.6%

Vitamin C 10.7%

Calcium 5.7%

Iron 4.8%

* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet.

It Does and Will Get Better

Ramses

LIFE LESSON...

My 2 year old fur baby was dumped by his human parents, maybe put in a trash bag, because he is TERRIFIED when I put a new liner in the trash can. He sleeps with me, he constantly shows his belly (sign of trust) he is soooo loving. 

If you've had a hard life, it can and will get better. 

My 2 year old doesn't have a negative attitude, obviously holds no grudges to humans. So if your having a human moment where you cant get to positive.....get outta your trash bag, and appreciate the love you have in THIS MOMENT. 

IT DOES AND WILL GET BETTER.

(June 15, 2019 - Nicole Aleandri Agnes)

Chocolate Cookies From Fudge Brownie Mix

Posted on Facebook June 2010.  

Chocolate Cookies From Fudge Brownie Mix

1 pkg. (19.8 oz.) fudge brownie mix
1/2 c. flour
1/4 c. granulated sugar
1/4 c. soften unsalted butter
3 tbsp. water
2 eggs
1 cup mini chocolate chips.  (The mini because they melt better)
1 cup confectionery sugar - DO NOT MIX THIS IN.
This sugar is for cookies to be rolled into
before baking.

350 oven for 10 minutes.

2 sheets of parchment paper
*I had concocted this on my own before I ever saw a recipe
on the internet.  My dad searched and searched just about forever
to find a perfect CHOCOLATE cookie.  This would have been IT.

-----------------------

In a separate bowl soften unsalted butter up
just a little in microwave. Don't make it so it's to thin
or hot. Micro on level 3 for about a minute. Mix
unsalted butter  with a fork to blend smooth.

In a large bowl, add mix, flour, water, eggs, granulated
sugar, and butter. Mix by hand with spoon
or fork. Batter will be stiff.  Last add in chocolate chips.

Line baking sheets with parchment paper

Add 1 cup confectionery sugar to a separate bowl.

Roll about a tablespoon of batter into a ball.
Drop ball into confectionery sugar to coat all sides.

Bake approx 10 minutes. Cookies may appear soft
but will set up when cooled.

I bake one tray of cookies at a time. When 1 tray is done,
I remove tray to cooling rack. Let sit on tray for about 3
minutes. Pick up entire sheet of parchment with cookies still
on them and set on newspaper.

Have a sheet of wax paper or several paper towels folded up
to transfer cookies to finish cooling. The cookies will come
right up with a spatula. NO STICKING AT ALL.

Shake off parchment paper and reuse for the next batch.

I doubled this recipe, and it made approximately 75 cookies
that are 2 1/2 inches in diameter.

This was the 1st time I ever made cookies from a brownie
mix and they came out GREAT. Chewy and delicious.
I added the weight of the brownie mix to give an idea
of what weight to use. If it was between 19 and 22 some
ounces, the recipe should not need adjusting.
I used a generic type mix.

I am IN LOVE with parchment paper. I would never bake
cookies without it. I only started using it last year.
It makes clean up a breeze and NO cookies stick to the paper. 

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My son was serving in the Air Force in South Korea in early 2010  
I sent him a batch....
Here was a reply message from him....

Hey ma,

Ohhhh ok. Well these were amazing.. I was giving them to anyone who came in the office and they're all like what in the hell are these things!?!? They're amazing!!! I was like i dunno... mom made them.. lol. To say they were a hit would be an understatement.. ;) Thanks again! love ya

Love V

Scattering CJ - The Loss of One Becomes The Journey of Many

The following statement was shared by Hallie Twomey

on April 5, 2019 on her Facebook page

 

"I feel like I should stand on the rooftop and yell, “WE INTERRUPT THIS REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM FOR AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE.”

Just received the SCATTERING CJ film poster.

I knew it was close to being finished but it still took my breath away.

It’s awesome.

Makes me smile and want to cry.

I love that they used a search engine format for the title.

Without the ability to reach and connect with people online, SCATTERING CJ wouldn’t be what it is today.

Feeling so many feels that it’s hard to stay still.

What a journey this has been. (And continues to be).

Don’t forget to check out the film website and share it far and wide.

Something positive needs to come from this film. Even one less person following in CJ’s footsteps is a victory."

www.scatteringcjthemovie.com

When seemingly happy, travel-infatuated CJ Twomey violently ended his own life at age 20, 

his family was plunged into unrelenting grief and guilt. In a moment of desperate inspiration, 

his mother Hallie put out an open call on Facebook, looking only for a handful of travelers 

who might help fulfill her son's wish to see the world by scattering some of his ashes in 

a place of beauty or special meaning.

Twenty-one thousand strangers liked the Facebook page, and one thousand volunteers 

have since taken CJ to over one hundred countries. While crisscrossing the globe, 

his ashes and his family’s story have given rise to a social media phenomenon — 

a worldwide community — that has congregated in solidarity and empathy in dealing 

with a still heavily stigmatized and misunderstood form of mental illness.

Aggregating hundreds of clips chronicling personal ash-scattering pilgrimages worldwide, 

combined with intimate interviews and vérité filmmaking, Hallie’s story — one that 

has cross-pollinated and traveled so organically, resonantly, inspirationally — shows us 

that social media can act as a connector and a vehicle for empathy, as opposed to 

the more toxic aspects of social media interaction we're currently witnessing. 

Her story further illustrates how there can be positive action grown from suicide, 

and that even if it isn't reliably predictable, it just may in some cases be preventable.

​

Scattering CJ is scheduled for release in 2019.

 

~*~ CJ Twomey ~*~

Watercolor Art

Alcoholism

Answers will never be at the 

bottom of an empty bottle. 

As the child of 2 recovered alcoholic parents, 

I know this all too well.

 

HELP IS OUT THERE....

https://www.aa.org

Pinterest

I'm not certain when I first joined Pinterest, back in the day I do know it was by invite only.  :)

I ADORE Pinterest.   "Visual Candy" I recall someone

once saying.  That is certainly is.

If you read through my board topics you will see

exactly how varied my interests are. 

YEP.... right below is DEB in a NUT SHELL.   LOL.

The only one thing about Pinterest, it's not very social.
I mean you can have group boards, but I really have no clue about the folks who follow my boards.
IF you would care to connect...  Please feel free

to message me in the comments.

Sincerely....   Deb

~*~  HAPPY PINNING ~*~ 

My Pinterest Boards ......

Calling All Angels

For Nakeeta

Spring

Star Trek Fan Since the 60's

Easter

Snail Mail ~ Just DO IT

Snow – LOVE IT !!

Snapbean Photography

Suicide Prevention

10 Relationship truths by Andrew

11:11

9-11-2001 Memorial

Marriage

Acrylic Painting Small size

Ahhhhhhhhhh
Anita Moorjani – Author

­Appetizer Ideas

Architecture

Around the Yard – In My Dreams

Art by Joe Kopler

Art of Si Lewen

Back in the Olden Days

Bathroom

Beach Art

Bipolar – Mood Disorder – In-law

Birds

Bone Sigh Arts – Terri St. Cloud

Books

Breathe

Brown Paper packages Tied Up With Strings

Butterflies

Christmas

Church Religious Art

Claude Monet 11/14/1840 – 12/5/1926

Clever Ideas

Cloud CRAZY Me

Clydesdale Horses

Color .. That HITS Me

Cool Web Destinations

Courage

Craft

Crochet

Crock pot Slow Cooker Recipes

Cyrus Webb – Author

Dandelions

Desiderata by Max Ehermann

Dessert Looks Yummy

Down Home Country

Dream Catchers

Drinks

Ebelskivers

Embroidery – Reminds me of my Mom

Empath – Clairvoyance – Clairaudience – Clairsentience – Psychic Medium

Fairies

Flowers & Trees

Food

Fractals by Vitor

Frank Lloyd Wright

Free Printables

Fun and Useful Facts

Furry Creatures

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Gift Ideas

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Graphic Design

Graphics by Me

Graphics to share - Make Your Own Greeting Cards

Green – YES – The more the better

Grief – Sympathy

Grow a Kindness Gardsn

Halloween – BOO

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Home Stuff

Hummingbirds – Magic With Wings

I'm Tired of Miss Clariol

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Leonid Afremov – Artist

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LOL

Magic Wands

Magnolia

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Michael Douglas Jones – Artist

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Model Builder Extraordinaire – Dave Roehrle

Movies

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Nicole Miyuki Santo Designer

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Oceans, Seas, Lakes, Rivers, Creeks, Streams ECT

OHIO – USA

Our Circle of Love – Tom Zuba

Paintings – Art by others

Patricia Neely-Dorsey Author

Pen … CRAZY

Pencil Drawings

Personal Historian

Photography – Moments Captured

Plastic Canvas

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Pretty in Pink

Printing & Stamping

Quotes – Words to Share

Random Photos by me

Recycled Cool

Relationship 101

Re-pins I love

Rolf Hicker Nature & Travel Photographer

RonWear Port-able clothing for chemo and dialysis patients

Roses-Roses-Roses

S&K Crafty Creations

Sacred Poems Inspirational

Science is COOL

Shenanigans

Sit Awhile

Sizzex Texture Boutique machine

Special songs

Spring Flowers

St Therese of Lisieux

Tell Me The Time

Terrariums

Thanksgiving Autumn

The BEST

The Must Swan By Debra Classen

There ARE Blessings in Problems

TV

USA United States Air Force

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USA Navy

USA Military

Unique Art

USA Military Holiday

Watercolor Journal

Watercolor Painting

Winter

Wizard of OZ

Wood Burning Art

Words to LIVE By

Bells

WOW

Warning

Gratitude

Everyone is going through something that we can’t see

On November 5th, right after halftime against the Hawks, I had a panic attack.
It came out of nowhere. I’d never had one before. I didn’t even know if they were real. But it was real — as real as a broken hand or a sprained ankle. Since that day, almost everything about the way I think about my mental health has changed.

I’ve never been comfortable sharing much about myself. I turned 29 in September and for pretty much 29 years of my life I have been protective about anything and everything in my inner life. I was comfortable talking about basketball — but that came natural. It was much harder to share personal stuff, and looking back now I know I could have really benefited from having someone to talk to over the years. But I didn’t share — not to my family, not to my best friends, not in public. Today, I’ve realized I need to change that. I want to share some of my thoughts about my panic attack and what’s happened since. If you’re suffering silently like I was, then you know how it can feel like nobody really gets it. Partly, I want to do it for me, but mostly, I want to do it because people don’t talk about mental health enough. And men and boys are probably the farthest behind. 
 
I know it from experience. Growing up, you figure out really quickly how a boy is supposed to act. You learn what it takes to “be a man.” It’s like a playbook: Be strong. Don’t talk about your feelings. Get through it on your own. So for 29 years of my life, I followed that playbook. And look, I’m probably not telling you anything new here. These values about men and toughness are so ordinary that they’re everywhere … and invisible at the same time, surrounding us like air or water. They’re a lot like depression or anxiety in that way.

So for 29 years, I thought about mental health as someone else’s problem. Sure, I knew on some level that some people benefited from asking for help or opening up. I just never thought it was for me. To me, it was form of weakness that could derail my success in sports or make me seem weird or different.
Then came the panic attack.
It happened during a game. 
 
It was November 5th, two months and three days after I turned 29. We were at home against the Hawks — 10th game of the season. A perfect storm of things was about to collide. I was stressed about issues I’d been having with my family. I wasn’t sleeping well. On the court, I think the expectations for the season, combined with our 4–5 start, were weighing on me.

I knew something was wrong almost right after tip-off.
I was winded within the first few possessions. That was strange. And my game was just off. I played 15 minutes of the first half and made one basket and two free throws.
After halftime, it all hit the fan. Coach Lue called a timeout in the third quarter. When I got to the bench, I felt my heart racing faster than usual. Then I was having trouble catching my breath. It’s hard to describe, but everything was spinning, like my brain was trying to climb out of my head. The air felt thick and heavy. My mouth was like chalk. I remember our assistant coach yelling something about a defensive set. I nodded, but I didn’t hear much of what he said. By that point, I was freaking out. When I got up to walk out of the huddle, I knew I couldn’t reenter the game — like, literally couldn’t do it physically.
Coach Lue came up to me. I think he could sense something was wrong. I blurted something like, “I’ll be right back,” and I ran back to the locker room. I was running from room to room, like I was looking for something I couldn’t find. Really I was just hoping my heart would stop racing. It was like my body was trying to say to me, You’re about to die. I ended up on the floor in the training room, lying on my back, trying to get enough air to breathe. 
 
The next part was a blur. Someone from the Cavs accompanied me to the Cleveland Clinic. They ran a bunch of tests. Everything seemed to check out, which was a relief. But I remember leaving the hospital thinking, Wait … then what the hell just happened?

I was back for our next game against the Bucks two days later. We won, and I had 32. I remember how relieved I was to be back on the court and feeling more like myself. But I distinctly remember being more relieved than anything that nobody had found out why I had left the game against Atlanta. A few people in the organization knew, sure, but most people didn’t and no one had written about it.
A few more days passed. Things were going great on the court, but something was weighing on me. 
 
Why was I so concerned with people finding out?

It was a wake-up call, that moment. I’d thought the hardest part was over after I had the panic attack. It was the opposite. Now I was left wondering why it happened — and why I didn’t want to talk about it.
Call it a stigma or call it fear or insecurity — you can call it a number of things — but what I was worried about wasn’t just my own inner struggles but how difficult it was to talk about them. I didn’t want people to perceive me as somehow less reliable as a teammate, and it all went back to the playbook I’d learned growing up.
This was new territory for me, and it was pretty confusing. But I was certain about one thing: I couldn’t bury what had happened and try to move forward. As much as part of me wanted to, I couldn’t allow myself to dismiss the panic attack and everything underneath it. I didn’t want to have to deal with everything sometime in the future, when it might be worse. I knew that much.

So I did one seemingly little thing that turned out to be a big thing. The Cavs helped me find a therapist, and I set up an appointment. I gotta stop right here and just say: I’m the last person who’d have thought I’d be seeing a therapist. I remember when I was two or three years into the league, a friend asked me why NBA players didn’t see therapists. I scoffed at the idea. No way any of us is gonna talk to someone. I was 20 or 21 years old, and I’d grown up around basketball. And on basketball teams? Nobody talked about what they were struggling with on the inside. I remember thinking, What are my problems? I’m healthy. I play basketball for a living. What do I have to worry about? I’d never heard of any pro athlete talking about mental health, and I didn’t want to be the only one. I didn’t want to look weak. Honestly, I just didn’t think I needed it. It’s like the playbook said — figure it out on your own, like everyone else around me always had.

But it’s kind of strange when you think about it. In the NBA, you have trained professionals to fine-tune your life in so many areas. Coaches, trainers and nutritionists have had a presence in my life for years. But none of those people could help me in the way I needed when I was lying on the floor struggling to breathe.
Still, I went to my first appointment with the therapist with some skepticism. I had one foot out the door. But he surprised me. For one thing, basketball wasn’t the main focus. He had a sense that the NBA wasn’t the main reason I was there that day, which turned out to be refreshing. Instead, we talked about a range of non-basketball things, and I realized how many issues come from places that you may not realize until you really look into them. I think it’s easy to assume we know ourselves, but once you peel back the layers it’s amazing how much there is to still discover.

Since then, we’ve met up whenever I was back in town, probably a few times each month. One of the biggest breakthroughs happened one day in December when we got to talking about my Grandma Carol.

She was the pillar of our family. Growing up, she lived with us, and in a lot of ways she was like another parent to me and my brother and sister. She was the woman who had a shrine to each of her grandkids in her room — pictures, awards, letters pinned up on the wall. And she was someone with simple values that I admired. It was funny, I once gave her a random pair of new Nikes, and she was so blown away that she called me to say thank you a handful of times over the year that followed.
When I made the NBA, she was getting older, and I didn’t see her as often as I used to. During my sixth year with the T-Wolves, Grandma Carol made plans to visit me in Minnesota for Thanksgiving. Then right before the trip, she was hospitalized for an issue with her arteries. She had to cancel her trip. Then her condition got worse quickly, and she fell into a coma. A few days later, she was gone.
I was devastated for a long time. But I hadn’t really ever talked about it. Telling a stranger about my grandma made me see how much pain it was still causing me. Digging into it, I realized that what hurt most was not being able to say a proper goodbye. I’d never had a chance to really grieve, and I felt terrible that I hadn’t been in better touch with her in her last years. But I had buried those emotions since her passing and said to myself, I have to focus on basketball. I’ll deal with it later. Be a man.

The reason I’m telling you about my grandma isn’t really even about her. I still miss her a ton and I’m probably still grieving in a way, but I wanted to share that story because of how eye-opening it was to talk about it. In the short time I’ve been meeting with the therapist, I’ve seen the power of saying things out loud in a setting like that. And it’s not some magical process. It’s terrifying and awkward and hard, at least in my experience so far. I know you don’t just get rid of problems by talking about them, but I’ve learned that over time maybe you can better understand them and make them more manageable. Look, I’m not saying, Everyone go see a therapist. The biggest lesson for me since November wasn’t about a therapist — it was about confronting the fact that I needed help.

One of the reasons I wanted to write this comes from reading DeMar’s comments last week about depression. I’ve played against DeMar for years, but I never could’ve guessed that he was struggling with anything. It really makes you think about how we are all walking around with experiences and struggles — all kinds of things — and we sometimes think we’re the only ones going through them. The reality is that we probably have a lot in common with what our friends and colleagues and neighbors are dealing with. So I’m not saying everyone should share all their deepest secrets — not everything should be public and it’s every person’s choice. But creating a better environment for talking about mental health … that’s where we need to get to.
Because just by sharing what he shared, DeMar probably helped some people — and maybe a lot more people than we know — feel like they aren’t crazy or weird to be struggling with depression. His comments helped take some power away from that stigma, and I think that’s where the hope is. 
 
I want to make it clear that I don’t have things figured out about all of this. I’m just starting to do the hard work of getting to know myself. For 29 years, I avoided that. Now, I’m trying to be truthful with myself. I’m trying to be good to the people in my life. I’m trying to face the uncomfortable stuff in life while also enjoying, and being grateful for, the good stuff. I’m trying to embrace it all, the good, bad and ugly.
I want to end with something I’m trying to remind myself about these days: 

Everyone is going through something that we can’t see. 
 
I want to write that again: Everyone is going through something that we can’t see.
The thing is, because we can’t see it, we don’t know who’s going through what and we don’t know when and we don’t always know why. Mental health is an invisible thing, but it touches all of us at some point or another. It’s part of life. Like DeMar said, “You never know what that person is going through.”
Mental health isn’t just an athlete thing. What you do for a living doesn’t have to define who you are. This is an everyone thing. No matter what our circumstances, we’re all carrying around things that hurt — and they can hurt us if we keep them buried inside. Not talking about our inner lives robs us of really getting to know ourselves and robs us of the chance to reach out to others in need. So if you’re reading this and you’re having a hard time, no matter how big or small it seems to you, I want to remind you that you’re not weird or different for sharing what you’re going through. 
 
Just the opposite. It could be the most important thing you do. It was for me.

https://www.theplayerstribune.com/en-us/articles/kevin-love-everyone-is-going-through-something