Healthy Gut, Happy YOU!

4 days in and I am already seeing changes.
As you all know, I am a homeschool mom of two.  Knowing that my children’s success, or lack there of, lands squarely on my shoulders, is beyond stressful.  This stress translates, for me at least, into frustrations and an irritability on my part, that my husband and kids receive the brunt of.

Take today for example.  My daughter is struggling to grasp some math concepts.  Typically, I would have become impatient, and so frustrated with her ability to grasp these concepts in the amount of time I thought was adequate.  She is already frustrated and ready to quit without me adding to the meltdown by having one of my own, which happens more often than I would like to admit.

Today, however, was surprisingly different.  The difference wasn’t in how quickly my child learned her math, or how much better her attitude was towards her mother.  No, the difference was me, my attitude, and the way I handled the eye rolls and mumbling.  About a quarter of the way through the lesson, I began to see it.  I began realizing that I wasn’t frustrated like I normally would have been by then.  I wasn’t becoming angry with my daughter for her attitude towards someone who was just trying to help.

It was like the fog had been lifted.  Yes, I know 4 days is not a long time for me to already be thinking that this is because of Plexus, but I know myself well enough to know that this wasn’t a fluke.  I know when there is a change in my attitude and the way I react to situations, whether good or bad.

90% of your body’s mood-boosting serotonin is produced in your gut.  The Plexus Triplex System is a combination of Bio Cleanse, ProBio 5 and Slim supplements.  Bio Cleanse works to remove harmful microbes and substances from your gut, ProBio 5 restores a healthy balance to your intestinal tract, and Slim helps your gut microbiome thrive while supporting healthy glucose metabolism.

On a rather personal note, I would also add that my bowel movements are beginning to finally show some semblance of normalcy.  YEAH, HIGH FIVE!!!

4 days in and WOW! That is all I have to say!

Still skeptical? I would be too if it was just me on this journey, but it isn’t.  I have two older sisters that can attest to the same benefits, which is the sole reason I am where I am now.  Without hearing about their results, I would have never joined myself.  Please, google or bing, or whatever you do, “TriPlex testimonials”, and hear from others.  It is well worth it.

If you are already on the way to a healthier you with Plexus, please leave a comment and share how their products have benefitted you.

 

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Why Plexus?

You may be wondering why someone who is 5’7″ and weighs 104 pounds would even be considering trying Plexus.  Well, let me start by saying that I am obviously not in it for the weight loss benefits.

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So what is Plexus??
Plexus is NOT a weight loss drink or diet pill.
Plexus is not a meal replacement.
Plexus is not a fad.
Plexus is not an energy drink.
Plexus Slim was designed for diabetics to help balance blood sugars. Balancing glucose helps heart health, hormone balance, sleep regularity, energy levels, reduce inflammation, and reduce cravings for sweets and carbs. We encourage healthy eating and exercise but Plexus itself is a simple tool to help balance your body in an all-natural way. There are no quick fixes, no meal replacements.

Plexus is a wellness company with incredible enzymes, vitamins and minerals that help balance and restore the body. Once everything is balanced it can begin to thrive, repair and run optimally. Most people have no idea how good our bodies are designed to feel when you give it the right building blocks consistently.

I have joined this company for the gut health benefits.  I have always struggled with a lack of energy, concentration, anger, mood swings, and constipation.  I am starting with the Triplex which will work to remove, restore and rebalance my body to help get my gut back into balance

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I am currently on day 2 and will be posting regularly about the changes I am excited to start seeing.  If you are at all interested in this company or have any questions, please feel free to ask.  I may not have all the answers yet, but I can definitely put you in touch with someone who does.

Here’s to better gut health and more energy!

Froggy Morning

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Living in Florida guarantees high humidity, foggy mornings, and bugs. The bugs that come out in the evening, attracted to the light radiating from my windows, are a temptation that the frogs just can’t resist.

A little while back, while I was enjoying my morning coffee, I had noticed a frog that was still clinging to my window from the night before.  I didn’t pay him too much attention and went on about my normal morning routine.

After a while I noticed that the frog was no longer on the window, but he had left a trail through the condensation.  My curiosity caused me to take a closer look.  When I did, I was surprised to find very defined frog prints.

He is welcome to leave smudges on my window as long as he helps keep the bug population down!

 

Saying Goodbye

If you have read any of my posts on my time in Trinidad, then you would be somewhat familiar with Parker Henderson.  He was a friend, a Grandfather figure, and an inspiration to me.  He spent the majority of his life in the mission field along with his wife and children.  He is a legend as far as missionaries are concerned, or at least he is to me.

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On the morning of June 22, I received a text message from a friend informing me that Parker, at 92 years young, had passed.  The flood of emotions were unlike any I had experienced before.  I immediately broke down in uncontrolled sobs.  I texted my dad and let him know and then my husband, who was at work.

For the rest of the day I tried to figure out a way to be able to attend a funeral in Lubbock, Texas, over a thousand miles away.  That was not in the realm of possibility for me at that time.  I had just visited my parents in Texas in late March, early April.  Trying to make that trip again that soon just wasn’t likely.  Knowing this made it all worse.  Finding out a couple of days later that the service would be streamed live over YouTube made not being able to be there, bearable.

My parents, of course, were planning on attending, along with some very dear friends of ours who would make the trip from Trinidad to be there.  There were people coming all the way from Thailand as well.

The next couple of days, my mind was bombarded with memories of Parker and our time with him and Donna in Trinidad: mundane memories, and memories that made me laugh out loud followed immediately by uncontrolled tears.  My nights were even filled with dreams of Parker.

On June 26, the day of the service, I was up around 7 and doing my regular morning routine. I got the coffee on, went out to feed the animals, came in and fixed my coffee.  The morning went by so slow.  The funeral didn’t start till 11:00 my time, and it seemed like I could find nothing that could pass that time quick enough to satisfy me.  I had informed my kids that they didn’t have to watch with me but I was going to, and I really wanted quiet during that time.  They are old enough that that request was totally possible.  They both said that they wanted to be there with me and I was fine with that.

Around 10:30 I turned our TV on YouTube and checked the time and screen continuously.  At 10:54 I decided I would go to the restroom so I wouldn’t have to leave the room during the service.

While I was washing my hands, I began hearing music playing, and  my son yelled out that it was starting.  I hurried down the hall and turned the corner, looking up at the screen that is mounted on our wall.  I immediately recognized the back of my dad’s head, and yelled out, “It’s Daddy!  Look, it’s Ma and Papa!”  My parents were right in the center of my TV screen and after letting out a sob, tears began flooding my eyes and running down my cheeks.  I felt so weak at that point that I stumbled back a little as I attempted to find my chair.

I fumbled around trying to get my Messenger on my phone pulled up.  Through the sobs and tears, I managed to text my mom, “I can see you!”  I saw my mom look down at her phone and start looking around for the camera.  She turned around and was smiling at me.  She then showed the text to my dad,  I saw him read the message and then he turned around and smiled at me.  Being able to see my parents throughout the service helped me feel more like I was really there.  It is hard to put into words how comforting that was but at the same time, how much more painful it made it all.

Parker’s service was beautiful.  Just seeing how many people where there from so many different places and countries, not to mention how many of us who were attending via YouTube, really was a testament to how many people he had an impact on.  He will be missed, but every time I hear the song “Nothing but the Blood of Jesus”, I will think of him.

 

Blame it All on My Roots

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This picture was taken in Cameron, Texas at an awesome BBQ joint. After watching my nephew play t-ball, we all decided we wanted BBQ for supper and according to my sister and her husband, it had the best BBQ in town. Circle S BBQ was basically a large metal building with a drive through and a covered area with a few picnic tables to either wait on your order or “dine” in.

We ordered brisket, because who doesn’t order brisket at a BBQ place in TEXAS, and dug in. The food was not a disappointment!

While eating, the drive through was in continuous motion with trucks and trailers pulling fully tacked horses ready to work. Typical traffic for a small town in Texas.

While eating, a group of men came up, ordering at the window, and then sitting to patiently wait on their food. They caught my attention immediately because they were the epitome of a Texas cowboy. Dusty old cowboy hats, jeans that had seen better days, and old button up blue jean shirts. To top it off, they walked up with their spurs jingling. I immediately took a few pictures. This was the end result.

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Saddle Sunset

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I took this photo earlier this year.  The funny thing about this picture is that, since I was facing the glaring sun, I didn’t even realize I had managed to capture my son in the background, which made me love the picture even more.

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Adventures in Horses

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Untying G from the trailer, he thoughtfully lowered his head down, allowing me to place the reigns over his ears.  After coaxing my horse over as close to our trailer as I could possible get him to go,  I climbed up onto the finder well.  Leaning over, carefully reaching for the saddle horn, I jumped from the trailer onto the saddle.  He stood very quiet while I leaned over, situating my feet in the stirrups.   Reaching for the reigns now, I was ready to go and so was he.

I rode over to where my dad was waiting, and he led us to the arena and we went over the barrel pattern a couple of times while waiting for my turn.  “Right inside… figure 8 to the left inside…head to the right side of the third barrel and then bring him home.”  Nothing too complicated, especially when the majority of the ride, for this little girl, was done at a trot.

In the alley way now, my dad pats me on the knee and smiles.  Meanwhile, I am pleading with him to please not swat G on the rear with his hat, like he does with my older sisters, as I head out.  I was happy to come out of the alley way at a very slow trot.  He assures me that he won’t, but I still keep a close eye on his hand, making sure he doesn’t bring it up to his hat as I kick my horse forward, toward the first barrel.  He keeps his word, of course.1931542_65036701756_5574220_n

I round the first barrel, no problem.  The second barrel is in my sights and we trot around it and head to the third.  G begins to slow so I kick a little to keep his speed at a trot, but he is being stubborn, insisting on slowing down and I immediately recognize this suspicious behavior.

I begin kicking frantically to no avail.  G comes to a complete stop right between the second and third barrels and I begin to hear all the people in the stands laughing.

HE WAS POOPING!

I understand that when you got to go, you got to go, but come on!  He couldn’t of waited just a couple more seconds before relieving himself? I was so mad I could have spit.  I should have spit, right between his ears! I kicked, and kicked, and kicked, for what seemed like an eternity, and he pooped.

I was beyond relieved when he finally finished and began moving forward again.  I think I rounded that third barrel and ran that stinkin horse “home” as fast I had ever rode, just to get out of sight of all those people.

Daddy was waiting, as always, to tell me I had done a good job, and he did.  I don’t remember much else after that, except the feeling of being laughed at while I sat on a pooping horse is etched in my memory forever.  Needless to say, I probably had the slowest time in the history of barrel racing.

Although, at the time I was furious with my horse and embarrassed beyond consoling, moments like these were what made my childhood great.  These are the things I look back on now and laugh at.  These are the moments I cherish.

G and I didn’t always see eye to eye, but he left hoof prints on my heart.

Best Peanut Butter Cookies, EVER!

With the temperatures finally beginning to drop a little, I don’t mind using my oven quite as much.  So, when I had a craving for something sweet, I was more inclined to whip up something from scratch then drive 20 minutes into town to satisfy my craving.

I wanted something quick and easy, so I decided on my peanut butter cookies.  This recipe is very simple but still so very good. cookiescookie-recipe-2

First, preheat your oven to 375 degrees.  Next, mix together in a medium sized mixing bowl your sugars, peanut butter, shortening, margarine, vanilla extract, and egg.

Next, stir in your remaining ingredient.  This will be your flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. This will form a stiff cookie dough.

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Shape into about one inch balls of dough, and place them on a non-greased cookie sheet, about an inch to an inch and a half apart.  Using a fork, gently press down on the dough in one direction and then press in the opposite direction, creating a crisscross pattern.

Bake in a 375 degree, preheated oven for 8-10 minutes or until lightly browned.  Cool for 2 minutes and remove from cookie sheet.  This makes approximately 40 cookies.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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A Fun and Free Approach to Teaching Geography

wp-1475509997625.pngWe are approaching Geography a little different this year.  Because it seems that my kids have been enjoying it much more this year, I would like to share what we are doing.

I read an article a while back on how one homeschool mom alternates Science, History, and Geography throughout the year.  I really liked the thought of this approach, and so, we decided to try it this year.

We chose to study one subject and alternate weekly.  Our first week we chose Geography.  I gave a lot of thought about what I wanted to teach: geographical terms, how to study a map, Longitude and Latitude lines, or a specific country, continent, state, or city.   After racking my brain for several minutes and looking into some online resources, I came up with an idea.

I sat my kids down and began to lay out the plan, mainly to see what kind of reaction I would get.  In my dreams, I would have received huge smiles, great big hugs, along with unending praise of what an awesome mom I am and how fun this was going to be. There would also be balloons, streamers, and a huge slice of cheesecake. It’s my dream, okay!  Instead, I got what I usually get, which was a couple of, “okays”, and shoulder shrugs.  In my house, unless we  just announced that we were going to Disney World, this is a typical acceptance of things to come.

My plan was to have them close their eyes, spin the globe and wherever their finger landed on the globe, stopping it, they would do research on that area.  I decided to make it four days of research, and on Friday they would present their project.

Some of the things I wanted them to learn about was what continent and country they had landed on.  They had to give me the Longitude and Latitude lines, what bordered their country, whether it be other countries or water.  They were encouraged to list some geographical features, climate, and what animals lived in that area as well.  My son went as far as telling me if his country was a democracy or not.  They had to give references of where they obtained their information as well.  They were to work on their project each day for 15-30 minutes.

I can not tell you how many times they came up to me throughout the week showing me something interesting they had found and telling me all about it.

On Friday, they took turns standing in front of their sibling and myself, reading off all the cool facts and information they had found.  Not only did they learn about their own country.  They also got to listen to each other, learning about another country as well.

The following Monday, my daughter asked when were we going to start Geography for the day, and I reminded her that this week was science.  To my amazement, she was very disappointed that she had to wait to do Geography for a couple of weeks.

I can safely say, this one is a keeper.

Learning to Milk a Cow

First fieldtrip of the year, we learned all about pasteurization and even got to milk a cow.  We also got to bring home 3/4 of a gallon of raw milk that we milked that day.

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Anna Bell was very patient with my kids as they struggled to learn the technique of milking.  Our friend, who was kind enough to let us come out to experience this first hand, was a fantastic teacher, and it wasn’t long before my daughter had a good grasp on the situation.  No pun intended, haha.0915161327a.jpg

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My son, even at a small disadvantage, managed to help fill the bucket.

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All in all it was a fantastic day and very educational.  Homeschooling at its finest, in my opinion.