Jane of many trades...

It has been months since my last blog!  I went off on a rabbit trail about 'gluten free' and got bored with myself very quickly! =]  I have totally revamped my blog and thought I would share some of today's thoughts with you.

This morning I was out doing some work for my husband.  When I was finished, I started thinking again about what I want to be when my kids grow up.  I never really had a clear vision of this when I was in high school.
I had tested very high in abstract thinking and mechanical reasoning on some aptitude test, but was told that secretarial work would be best suited for me.  I loved taking sewing, cooking, metal shop, and felt I had found my calling when a school district we moved to offered television production.  After high school I worked in fast food, radio and television stations, car dealerships, even worked as a starving artist for awhile.  I have sold Tupperware, Herbalife, Pampered Chef and had my own videography business.  None of these jobs were of a secretarial nature, yet that has not left me feeling unfufilled.

Cooking with Cast Iron

Grandma's Pans

 A couple years ago when all the news was coming out on the dangers of cooking in non-stick pans, I started pulling out some of my old cast irons pans.  I had picked them up in flea markets 20 years ago using them mostly as decoration since they were cruddy and rusty on the inside. Ones I could get clean I seldom used, since clean up was such a bear.  But times have changed and I've learned better ways of cooking and cleaning them! These are 2 of my grandma's pans, given to me by an aunt and my Mom.  These 75 year old beauties are still able cook up some fine food!

God Has Not Forgotten You

  These are words of change, "God has not forgotten you".

  They came to me one summer day at a women's conference in Washington, D.C.. I had been "wandering in the desert" for some time. Yearning for breakthrough in my spiritual/emotional growth, but staying stuck where I was. I would have little victories along the way, but would always be pulled back down by my past. Needless to say, it had been a long time since I peeled off a 'layer of onion'. I had pretty much resigned myself to living in the desert.