My husband came back from his second tour in Iraq. Within a few short months I knew something was terribly wrong. His command used every excuse they could other than he was truly ill. After begging for a year he got a referral to neurology. After one test he was diagnosed with dementia. Later to be determined that it was Lewy Body Dementia. The doctor put him on profile, command rejected it. Not once but many times. He was repeatedly punished, his rank was stripped from him, sentenced time and again to 45 days of extra duty. This is 18 hour days, 7 days a week. (Stress makes dementia worse.) I finally got him medically retired in August 2014. February 4, 2015, not quite six months since his retirement I received a phone call that his treatment had sparked an Army wide internal investigation. They tried to talk to him but by now he was incapable of complete conversations. February 8, 2015 my husband, the man his command refused to believe was gravely sick, died. No a…
My family teases me about my love of pancakes. They say that on my headstone they are going to put a picture of a stack of pancakes. That is pretty bad. Yes, I do love pancakes and could eat them for any meal. When I go out to eat I always try to find a place that serves breakfast all day. They are never as good as my easy from scratch ones though.The recipe I use came from my Mom and I believe she got it from her Mom.
This recipe can be modified several ways (including changed to buttermilk or blueberry) and I will discuss the modifications at the step they can be done. What you will need is a whisk. If you use an electric mixer you will not get fluffy pancakes.
You can also get artistically creative when pouring them to cook. My niece and nephew always want Mickey Mouse pancakes. Really a very basic design of three circles and about the extent of my artistic ability but they love them. Occasionally I will drop a couple of chocolate chips on the batter for eyes. One time when I did…
Many times you know a split second before it happens. You feel helpless.
Perhaps even yell out "NO!!" Then it permeates the air. You choke. Your
poor dog is yelping, running straight for the door to get back inside.
What are you going to do? Run to the store to buy an expensive product? Tomato juice? No. Febreeze? No. Repeated baths? No.
The solution? Make your own vet recommended wash.
Mom reminded me of this today. I have no idea how our conversation even ended up on skunk smell. Sometimes our conversations go in very strange directions. But we're both eccentric so that's okay.
Several years ago a vet recommended this combination to us and then recently another vet recommended it to my Mom when her dog got sprayed. She was smart enough to write the recipe down. Thank you Mom!
No, my dogs didn't get sprayed. I worry though because every once in a while I get the pungent aroma of skunk in the neighborhood. I don't lie to myself and think it will never …