Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success. Henry Ford
Here we are. The girls. Loyal, honest, diligent and hardworking. Clark Medical Group began it's run on January 4, 2016, and there has been no looking back. It was said by a local competitor, "They wont make it six months." However, here we stand, as the winners of the Best of the Boro 2016 contest in our first ten months of opening.
I give thanks for our patients, and to the voters, but the Clark family deserves the greatest thanks. Though Dr. Aaron and Dr. Iris created this practice as their legacy, it's fueled by the devotion of Kathy and David Clark. Just as they support Aaron and Iris, they also support the girls of this practice. With hard work, and a great deal of laughter, we have been given amazing opportunities to grow professionally and personally. The combined support of both physicians and their parents is abound, and I know there will never be another medical office like CMG.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 41. Oi vey.
Where does the time go? Even that phrase makes me sound old, but that's the truth with time. It comes and goes even more quickly than one would expect. However, I didn't see this change in the tide bad. I don't feel the backlash of turning 41, and I don't see myself having a mental breakdown because of it. I can't help but think of the phrase "plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
I do, however, see myself ordering a pair of cowboy boots. Yeeeeeeehaw!
It's been nearly a year since writing anything on my website. I've been so busy with life, and the daily rituals of family and work that I could never find the time to do the things I love the most.
Although I began working when I was 14 my direction was skewed, and in all these years I can not remember ever being asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I can, however, remember being told that I need to be two things in life: a doctor or a lawyer, of which I'm neither. Does that mean I wasn't truly asked? Undoubtably not. However, the mind is amazing, and what people often remember is selective. I am no different.
Does that mean I should have gotten my shit together? Probably so, but wisdom only comes with experience, and that's certainly something I didn't have in my teens or early twenties. Even now I sit back and wonder if the things I do are right, but unlike my earlier years, I also realize that dwelling on the negative, the past and the ebb and flow of daily on goings only creates greater frustration.
I've spent the last year reflecting on balance, as well. What I learned is balance is a grand illusion. It's a fuzzy haze with no set parameters, and often becomes nothing more than an untouchable desire. Either way, I've stopped searching for balance, and started sifting through the bullshit to see what really makes me happy. This happiness is not dependent on others, but based on the sheer joy it brings me. This single parameter defines what is allowed to affect me.
So here I am moving forward, making progress and developing in a direction that makes me a better person based on what I believe is important to me. This is my Forward 40.
I've been searching for a wreath since we moved into our new home, but couldn't find one I particularly liked; especially for the prices. I've waited months to see what the Christmas season would present, but when Jaden and I went through our Christmas decorations I found all the items I purchased last year for 90% off. We decided they could make a beautiful wreath.
Last year, my purchase included shatterproof balls, pinecone and flower inserts, ribbon, bows, and a mishmash of other things. All things I wasn't exactly sure what to do with. However, they looked like they would be great for future projects.
The only thing I could not find after the holidays was the unadorned wreath. I purchased a a 36" wreath and wire from Walmart the other day, and Jaden and I went to work on our Christmas wreath.
This is our finished product. Jaden placed the flowers and balls where she wanted them, and I used wire, instead of hot glue, to keep our inserts in place.
Over the weekend I made monkey bread cake, also known as pull apart cake. Various recipes have been around for years, and I remember my mom making it when I was in grade school. However, this has a slight spin to the recipe, but I hope you love it.
Caramel apple monkey bread cake ingredients
4 Cans Pilsbury biscuits (blue) quartered
1 Cup white sugar
1 Tbs cinnamon
1 Can apple pie filling
1 Stick butter
1 Cup brown sugar
Preheat oven to 350*.
Pour the sugar and cinnamon in a bowl, container, or paper bag. Place the quartered biscuits in the container and thoroughly cover all the biscuits. Place the pecans in the bundt pan, as well as the first layer of biscuits. Layer half the can of apple pie filling in the pan. Continue this process until the apples and biscuits are in the pan. .
Once all the biscuits are in the pan, melt the butter and brown sugar in a container. Pour the mixture over the apples and biscuits. This will caramelize.
I recommend placing the bundt pan over another pan so the caramel doesn't drip in the oven.
Bake this delectable concoction on 350* for 50 to 60 minutes. Once the cake is out of the oven let it sit for 15 to 20 minutes. Place it on a cake stand.
By the way, I'm a believer in moderation. This might be a health and wellness site, but I still love great tasting food. Instead of eating the whole caramel apple monkey bread cake, have a slice and share the rest with friends and family.
It's another early day and I've decided to post a short blog post. Who am I kidding? I know it's going to be a long one. I think I just wrote that to lure you in.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and am very unsure of the next steps in my life. I have spent the last decade doing what I think is the best and right thing for everyone else, and somewhere along the way I lost sight of things. I became fearful, and full of resentment. Externally I seem pleasant and okay, but internally things are frayed and raw.
Although I do the best to keep things balanced, they no longer feel that way. The scale has surely begun to weigh heavily on the negative side. Positivity has taken a back seat. I feel that things need to change, and my plans are to make those changes each day with small gradual steps to find myself again.
For years my direction has been all over, and usually with one step forward, and sixteen back. Obvioulsy success is never linear, and there are many mistakes and setbacks along the way, but sometimes, a straight shot to success would be wonderul for the tiniest goals.
That's something else I noticed that I lost sight of. My goals. I haven't set realistic, or even unrealistic goals, for quite some time. These have been forgotten and not replaced with anything meaningful.
I often wonder if balance is cruel joke that only a few people get. Or is it a lifelong obsession that never amounts to anything?
Boy, have things changed in our household! Little Oliver Twist warms up our home with his affections. His excited greetings are so full of love that we can't get enough of him. The kids love having a dog, but I realize just how much I missed having one.
The kids love him. Josh loves him. But, momma looooooooves him.
Our routine is routine, and I enjoy them as much, or maybe even more than, Oliver. Our days start with walks, and then it's snuggle time. I also use this time to teach him new tricks, and in the last five weeks he has learned to shake, sit, and lay down. He mastered roll over last week, too. I introduced, "Bang! You're dead," to him this week. We'll see how it goes.
A call bell is by the back door for the little guy. I work with him to ding the bell when he needs to go out. He sits by the door already, but we don't always see him since he's so small, and he doesn't whine or bark. In time, he'll be driving us nuts with the bell. Ha!
I also changed his food. I noticed that Stars of GA has Taste of the Wild on their wish list so I switched to this brand. He is really enjoying it, and I prefer the ingredients of it over Wellness; which is what he was on.
Each weekend Oliver Twist also gets a bath and his ears cleaned. He gets his nails clipped if needed, and gets a new bone. I try to brush his teeth regularly, but this is a toughie. He hates to have his teeth brushed, and he doesn't enjoy riding in the car. Motion sickness definitely works against him, but we make do.
Anyhow, he goes outside regularly with the kids, but each night we play chase with him for 45 minutes to an hour. Sometimes, the kids don't last as long, but I'll hang with the little guy until he's so tired he flops down, and I carry him into the house like a little baby.
Yes, I have personified him. I tell him regularly, "You're just a little baby." Oi vey... My tough exterior has melted; turned to complete mush. I already have a Chrstmas list for him. He needs the pleather jacket I saw and more toys. He usually skins and strips any toy with stuffing, or a squeaker, so he needs flat toys he can shake and throw. And balls; he's a baller. We found a Chase and Chomp ball that rattles and he loves it.
My dad told me the other day, "I know he's y'alls dog, but that's your dog. I'd love to be a dog in your house. You get your own chair, specially ordered food, a basket with toys, and beds and blankets everywhere. And the treats...Damn. I'd love to be a dog in your house." All jokes aside, this comment makes me feel great!
I know, suddenly I seem like a crazy dog lady, but he's a perfect little fella. I just can't help myself.
This is another super simple recipe. I put together a tasty mashed potato and carrot dish.
Scrub each potato and carrot with a veggie brush. Slice or dice them uniformly. I had sliced carrots on hand so that's what I used. Place the potatoes and carrots in a pot of boiling water. While they are still firm pour the water out, and replace it with chicken stock. Add one clove of garlic, dried or fresh chives, and pepper. I also added salt after tasting it.
Let the potatoes and carrots cook until they are fork tender. Add milk and butter. Add more seasonings to taste, and use an immersion blender, potato masher or potato ricer to mash the ingredients.
Pear Sauce Recipe
Once again, this is super simple. The most difficult part is peeling the pears. Once they're washed and peeled I cut the flesh away from the seeds. I do not have a apple peeler/corer so I have to do it by hand. This takes a lot of time. Infiltrate help if someone who can help you.
These pears are gorgeous. Perfect in each and every way. The smallest pear is the size of a baseball, but the average is softball size. They feel a bit hard, but are delectible once bitten into. They were given to me by my friend Mr. Ken, and I found a wonderful use for them: Homemade pear sauce.
I made a huge vat of pear sauce. The measurements are estimated since I don't normallly measure my ingredients.
Once the sauce was cool I spooned it into quart size freezer bags. I froze size bags, and put a huge container in the refrigerator for the family.
Enjoy it over granola
I made a quick breakfast granola with oats, raisins, honey and cinnamon. While it was still hot I added half and half to it, and ladled homemade warm pear sauce over the top. It was delicious.
Lisa M. White
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