What’s for dinner?

You’d think by this time in this my current life that I would be organized to the nth degree. Meaning that I would have dinner menu’s in order weeks at a time. I can really only shop once or twice a month these days, so WHYYYY do I not have dinner menus made up and posted on the fridge??

The FRIDGE, thats another thing. WHY is it that when I hold the door open, the food just doesn’t’ formulate into meals. The light is on in there so there is no excuse for it not to see what its doing. Still it just sits there, glaring at me and taunting me. Like I’m disturbing it. If there was a bowl of salad in there, I could understand the glaring, as would be ‘dressing’- Ar ar ar


Vibing on Angels

“We are each of us angels with only one wing. And we can only fly by embracing each other.” 

 Luciano de Crescenzo

Spell to sell my property or Move Home (via Soraya)

The time has come to sell my beautiful little piece of property that has served us well for thirty some odd years and move on. It has brought us food for our table from the beautiful garden that both my parents and my husband of recent years, planted, nurtured and reaped the bounty of its gifts. I remember my mother canning the tomatoes and putting them in the pantry that my father built, among other items as well. Miguel grew beautiful tasty tomatoes and cucumbers-yum!—We also had for a time, chickens and fresh eggs. Although we had 4 chickens most days we got 3 eggs, I guess they took turns. Hee!–At one time there were wild and sweet strawberries growing, The beautiful camelia tree that was planted was my grandmother’s favorite. She could see it from her bedroom window. Yucca plants from the southwest were planted and grew exotically. Roses, geraniums, tea roses and other things of color where planted and grew with love to the sun on this property. —We also had of late, a decent sized swimming pool, more like wading pool that Miguel and enjoyed in the late afternoon and evenings after dinner. — All of the Meow Kitties we have had over the years were like jungle cats, roaming,stalking, pouncing, playing, and bringing us their fresh kill to thank their humans for taking care of them. It is also so relaxing to take a minute to watch them groom themselves and sleeping in the sun on the porch or in the yard. —So many memories. But the time has come for us to move on, and to leave this precious piece of land with someone who will love, cherish, respect and honor it as it as much as we have.

I have had several emails recently from my web visitors who, like myself are trying to move home, and asking for a moving home spell. Perhaps with a little combined effort from everyone who is in the same position we can break this property deadlock. Pagans, Wiccans & Witches scroll down for the full ritual You don't have to be a pagan, Wiccans or witch to join in. Follow the instruction below to participate and where possible if everyone can … Read More

via Soraya

Eating Carbs At Night AND Losing Weight???

Are my eyes deceiving me? A newsletter from http://www.mediterraneanbook.com confirmed a study and I quote: Researchers at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem put about 60 overweight police on a diet for six months. During the diet, the control group ate their carbs during their daytime meals. The experimental group ate much of their carbs during their dinner. Although the two groups had the same food, the control group lost 5kg of fat, while the experimental group lost 7kg. And when the researchers asked the dieting police about their hunger, the experimental group said they felt less hungry than before they began their diet.

The results were connected with the hormone called adiponectin. Adiponectin helps the muscles absorb more nutrients from the circulatory system. When the experimental group ate their carbs at night, their adiponectin levels went up. Not only that, they also had less insulin and glucose levels, and greater amounts of the good HDL cholesterol. More carbs absorbed by the muscles means lower blood sugar levels and less insulin that tells the muscles to store the blood sugars as fat.

So with that in mind, let’s have a few sample recipes that will work wonders for your palate and your diet as your carb dinner. Eat them without the carbs for your lunch.

Here are some simple yet satisfying recipes:

Chicken cutlets stuffed with sautéed shredded zucchini, diced garlic and mozzarella dipped in a mixture of extra virgin olive oil and lemon juice baked to a golden brown

This next recipe goes well with plain steamed rice:

Beef sirloin cut into strips sautéed with garlic and onions seasoned with oyster sauce and cooked till the meat is tender. Serve with steamed broccoli, sliced carrots and broccoli rub.

Cooked pasta topped with sautéed bacon, minced garlic, diced onions, fresh tomatoes, clams, mussels and shelled shrimps, sprinkled with shredded parsley. Fettuccine or spaghetti may be used.

Very cool, but I wonder if the carbs in the picture are what they’re talking about. 😉

Isn’t it funny…?


…….. the difference between the male and female mind. As I am on this ‘vision quest’, I have a clearly defined vision of myself and my little family living all together very soon in Baja California and very happy.

Now, when it first came to light that I had to make this life changing adventure-vision-quest to move to another country and I put it out to my friends, my girls didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow to the idea. Oh sure they had mentioned about the violence there and all and we discussed the pros and cons. The pros won and they all pretty much with me as to why’s and where fore’s of. They told me that it will all work out and are planning to visit me, hands down, case closed, just tell them where and when and Margaritas and sunsets will ensue on the horizon. No whining  with all positive feedback and plans.

My boys on the other hand (with the exception of one) were all , “WHY do you want to go there its sooo dangerous???” and “YOU’RE not gonna sell that house in THIS economy….” and. “ARE you really moving to Mexico??“ and “WHEN are you moving?“ I get asked that one every time I talk to that one, and I explain, AGAIN that I cannot DO anything until my house is sold.

To go along with that previous, this is my favorite:

When I decided to make this move over two years ago now, I would talk to one of my boys every week or two. I would give him the update on my purging and packing process. As at the time, I had a lot more of it to do. And EVERY time he would ask me: “Where are you moving to?“ (I’d call that one my “10 Second Tom“, the character in 50 First Dates, who’s memory only lasts for 10 seconds, but his name isn’t Tom so….) I don’t know, did he think the answer would change if he kept on asking?

So they say the WHOLE country of Mexico is dangerous and in ruin. And I just woke up one day smack dab in the middle of this real estate crisis and oh so wistfully cute and dreamily, if you will, without any given thought to my thoughts because yes I am a female and “not as smart as my male counterparts“(NOT!) , just up and decided to sell my house and move to another country. While I understand their concern, none have researched my new country and only see what the news media shows.

My girls, again, after being told of my plans and some even knew the benefits of my moving there (better weather for me, affordable help with my mother, affordable living, new experiences, the ability to work on and enjoy my craft, getting the rest I so need, and are still like, just tell us when and where and we’ll be there.

I have asked my boys if they had any other suggestions for me, given my responsibilities and the difficulties I have gone through, all on my own . To date, not a one. Has any of them stepped up to the plate to offer any help……..?

On the other hand, if the flip-flop was on the other foot, and the cooler of Corona on the other side of the deck chair, could these male counterparts find the good in a country that is having major problems affecting the community, and economy and take the chance for someone they loved and trusted and pick up house and home and move to be with that one……….?

I’m just sayin’.

Watch this space for the Adentures of Watermelon Couch…..

Happy Monday!

As I mentioned yesterday, I am restarting this blog from two years ago. The characters in the first posts are still the same. Here are the updates. My mother Roz is temporarily in a skilled nursing facility for sessions of physical, speech and occupational therapy. I saw her yesterday and she is getting better each day. I suspect she will be home in about two weeks.—-Miguel is still in Mexico. He went to the local community college in his hometown to take a certified auto mechanics course. He passed with flying colors and is currently checking out the town of Ensenada in Baja California, for jobs. He’s working as a ‘fix-it’ guy at the moment. He says that Baja is nice, but like most of the world, the economy isn’t that good their either. He has a positive outlook though.–I have to post pictures of the cats. Clover is full grown and gorgeous like her mother Freedom. Tiburon is still 400 lbs of golden purring love. He’s  not fat, just BIG!–Myself, I finished my TEFL online course and passed with distinction. I can teach English in any country on the planet except my own home country. I need more edumication. I am also taking a home study gourmet cooking and catering course. Very interesting and informative. I love it.

Hello World!

I am restarting this blog; I feel that every new day is an opportunity for gratitude, greatness  and love.

10 years ago on this day, I watched with the rest of the world the tragedy of the World Trade Center. I was working at Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital in New Brunswick, NJ. I was a practicing Medical Assistant at that time, with a temporary assignment as an Admin assistant to the Vice President of Nursing. The VP herself was in an airplane on the tarmac at Newark Airport watching with horror the first plane crashing into the tower. She had called us to tell us that she was OK but couldn’t leave the airport until much later. Nearby Rutgers University had closed and sent available students to the hospital to donate blood.

I had just joined a performing Renaissance Faire group. We had been rehearsing for several weeks in preparation for 3 weekend performances in Connecticut beginning at the end of September into October. Our director beautiful Marta, and fellow actor, dashing Rob, worked a couple of blocks away from the World Trade Center. I got in touch with her to see if SHE knew what was going on. Here is my original email and her reply:

—-Original Message Follows—-
From: “Valeena Sozio” <valeena60@hotmail.com>
To: mjaremko@hotmail.com
Subject: OH MY GOD!
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:36:27 -0400

Marta darling are you OK, please email me back. I know you work in the city, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT STREEEEETTTTTT!!!!! I’m going to rent an air baloon and get you outta there and back to Millburn. How tragic at the WTC. OK, love, I’m waiting to hear from you.
Peace, Valeena

Thank you so much, darling!
PLEASE do me a huge favor!! Our phones are down, and I can’t get through to my mom, nor can I leave NYC. I am staying with my friend Patty and will call my mom as soon as any lines open up.
Her phone number is:

PLEASE CALL HER ASAP AND TELL HER I;M FINE!!!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVE HER!!! And that I’m staying with Patty.
Thanks and many kisses….
I don’t think I’ll be there for rehearsal either, so rehearse yourselves if you still want and practice the songs, if you want. 🙂
I’ll send an email to the group.
p.s. I don’t know if I’ll have access to email for much longer.


The morale of all of us performers was of melancholy, Marta had given us a pep talk saying that people need to laugh right now, and the Bard said: The show must go on. And it did.

As I child in the early 70’s, I watched the constructing of those towers. Years later, my first husband, Dave and I used to go to Eagle Rock Reservation, in West Orange, NJ. From there you could look over to lower Manhattan. We’d grab some deli sandwiches and go up there and look across the Hudson River at the NY skyline.

Sept 12, we drove up there, no sandwiches this time, who could eat after looking across the river to see what was once an architectural wonder and a jungle gym for King Kong?  Hushed tones and prayers from those who gathered there. Smoke and lights hanging eerily in the void. Candles, flowers and memorials were draping the retaining walls of the park facing the river.

I decided that day, that I was going to live each day to my fullest and as if it where my last. To be forgiving. To love and fall in love every chance I got, doing so unconditionally.