Third Thursday in the Ozarks


Third Thursday was originally called the Artwalk. It was sponsored by Joplin’s artists and local businesses would display various forms of art in their buildings. It was awesome!

It was so awesome that everyone wanted in on it and people started setting up booths on the sidewalks. It didn’t take long before Joplin’s Main street was blocked off for a few hours each month.

Now it’s a small festival in Joplin with everything from shaved ice and balloons to car showings and art. We love it and it is SO much better without the heavy metal band!

I walked up at the end of the martial arts match, so all I got was the back of the girl’s t-shirt. That brown dress is made entirely of brown paper and the Tobacco Man entirely out of empty tobacco packages.

I bought some Miracle Clay from a friend of mine at the gypsy booth. It’s basically bentonite clay with essential oils added. I LOVE bentonite clay! Get some for yourself! Redmond is a very good brand, or if you live in the Joplin area, get some from the Traveling Gypsies on Third Thursday!



Dinner and Blogging


I did not buy ice cream at the grocery store.

I decided not to buy ice cream at the grocery store the moment I walked in. Then I opened my Shopkick app and noticed I could 25 kicks for scanning Talenti gelato. I love gelato and this particular brand only puts basic ingredients in theirs…I decided to go ahead and get a container of it.

Food 4 Less was completely out of gelato. I could not find it anywhere in the frozen food aisle. So I decided to get Bunny Tracks instead.

See what happened there?

Luckily, I couldn’t decide which Bunny Tracks so I once again decided NOT to buy ice cream at all. I did however console myself with a bottle of Blackberry Arbor Mist. I’m still not sure if it’s actually healthier but surely it has less sugar in it…



(Sorry about the grainy pic. Cameras just don’t like me.)

I also splurged on a beautiful Dahlinova Carolina Burgundy. (I say spurged because I already spent all my gardening money and then some, but it WAS only $4…)

A friend called while on my way home to discuss plans for a dinner party and the use of my oven Saturday morning. Naturally, since I am a terrible housekeeper, some actual cleaning is in order. Cleaning put me in the mood to cook and cooking resulted in this lovely, healthy meal of hamburger, potatoes and fresh broccoli. Recipes below:

Hamburger patty-

1/2 lb each of ground beef and turkey
1-2 tbs. coconut oil, melted
1-2 drops each Young Living Oregano, Thyme, Sage, Basil and Marjoram essential oils.
(Mix the essential oils into the coconut oil.)
1 tsp. or so of Penzey’s smoked paprika
I added some Italian seasoning mostly just for fun and color.
I was out of eggs, but an egg or two will help keep the patties from falling apart. One of mine did.

Mix. Form into patties and freeze.

When ready for use, thaw the patties and cook on medium heat.

Potato fries-

3 small potatoes, peeled and sliced into wedges

Place on a greased cookie sheet or glass pan. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, Penzey’s smoked paprika or spices of your choice. Spray with cooking spray. Roast at 400 for 20-30 minutes.


Cut broccoli florets into bite-sized pieces. Saute with a tbs. of coconut oil on medium-high heat just until cooked through and slightly crunchy. Season with salt.

Feel free to cover the potatoes and meat with ketchup. I did.


Taking Back Your Life


Hey girls, this is a post just for you from someone who has been there before.

It’s time to take back your life. It is time to kick yourself into gear and say enough is enough.

Maybe you were raised like I was. When I was young, my parents taught me to think for myself, always put God first even if meant disagreeing with them. They weren’t perfect, but they tried and in the end they succeeded at producing a woman who can stand on her own two feet. (Well…or crawl at least.)

Maybe you were raised from the beginning with the kind of thinking that I picked up in my teen years. The thinking that had me convinced that my purpose in life was to get married, make babies and promote my husband’s vision with unquestioning loyalty. The thinking that made me honestly think that it was ok to only have the basics down like the death, burial and resurrection but leave any belief that I was unsure on until later when I found out what my husband thought.

I know a lot of young women in Patriocentric families were taught to follow first their father and later their husband. To let him do most of the thinking and defer to him when in doubt. Their parents didn’t mean to raise a girl who can only pretend to think for herself, but that is what so many have done without realizing it.

But ladies, it’s time to stand up. It is time to grow up and grow past all of that.

You are a powerful individual. You belong to Yahweh and He has made you His masterpiece. You are no less intelligent, no less important that any man on this earth and it has nothing to do with your anatomy. You are uniquely gifted in many different ways and using those gifts does not necessarily revolve around raising children and making a home. It might have nothing to do with those things and it is every bit as right and good as holding a child in your arms.

God told the man to protect the woman as the weaker vessel and a righteous man will do just that whether the woman is his wife, his sister or a stranger on the street. You’ve probably been taught that there are also predators out there who want to rape you, use you and cast you aside and that is very true. But what is harder to teach and harder to spot is the men in the middle.

They don’t know that they are predators. They may open doors for you, they may be perfect and smart and funny and make you feel safe and they are completely sincere in all of it. But you must walk carefully. If a man routinely makes decisions about his life based on how he feels, what his flesh wants, turn around and run.

I don’t mean that he has to be perfect, but if you are not equipped to disagree with him, if you find yourself being easily convinced when he tells you what he believes, you…get…out.

It will hurt far less a few months into a relationship than it will a few years into a marriage. You are strong enough and even if it looks hopeless and feels like you’re ripping your heart out of your chest, you must not allow yourself to be lead down that path.

Become a woman, know that you can stand on your own two feet, alone with only your God to guide you and then see where you are and where you want to go.


P.S. I cannot recommend this book enough. Buy a copy. Read it. It will change your life.

2:43 AM


It’s 2:43 AM on a Saturday night. Luckily I don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow so it’s ok to let my creative juices ebb and flow at will. No need to force myself into slumber. I have all the time in the world.

I adore the quiet, the stillness, the cool darkness when the rest of the world sleeps…except for those crazies who get up and go drive around town to who knows where at 2:00 or show up at the gym shouting to their friend across the room and chatting with the girl in the massage chair who obviously just came to relax in silence.

I think part of my nocturnal tendencies are a hormonal imbalance and adrenal issues, part could be that I have trained myself since childhood to fight sleep…I’ve always had so many things to think about and never enough waking hours to engage in all that thinking. Therein lies the crux of it all. I just love being awake at night.

Someday I’ll be a famous blogger and I’ll sleep from 1:00 in the afternoon until 10:00 in the evening. It is going to be fabulous!

(It’s also entirely possible that I will eventually repair my circadian rhythm with a nice, long camping trip free of electronics and responsibilities…but we won’t think about that tonight.)