Yep... that's right - drink it up buttercup! Well, we tried. We tried to be healthy. We tried to juice that grass you see pictured. Let me tell ya, it was GROSS! You see awhile back we truly had the gumption to get healthy! We really wanted to eat well, and all that jazz. We have juiced and still do - but there was one route we had never gone down before. We had seen at juice bars and such people drinking this barley wheat grass juice. We did a little research and found it to be quite healthy. So ... we decided to order a kit and grow our own - with juicing it in mind. Well, my hubby planted and tended to those seeds (not much tending needed). They started to grow really fast. This picture was taken on maybe day 5 or so (it has been awhile). Harvesting time came and in the juicer a handful went. Everyone was waiting for the big event. The Browning Barley Wheat Grass event! Juice was made and poured into glasses. My sister happened to be there that morning. She took a big swig! As she swallowed - I swear the green color of the grass crept up into her face. Her face made the most gruesome look. It twisted as if in horrible pain. Pretty soon, off she went - sprinting to the sink. Once there she spit out the rest in her mouth. She couldn't stop talking about how horrible it was. Even at work, she kept telling people how cruel her brother in law was in making her try and choke down that stuff. She even visited the bathroom to expel the grass from her stomach! Now, I didn't have that happen. However, I can attest to the gross factor. I don't think this is something you should do at home folks. Leave it to the professional juicers. I have a feeling that there will be a wheat grass juicing kit for sale on Craigslist real soon.
Funny . . . or not so funny, but true. My hands are not the prettiest. They are not manicured. They are even a little rough. I have taken to calling them my man hands. I'm okay with it. I have come to terms and accepted my man hands for what they are. While other ladies may have pretty sparkly paint on the tips of their fingers, mine do not. Not by desire to be plain. No, I kind of like a little sparkle here and there. I have even tried to apply the fake nails - only to have that end hours later while I am at the sink scrubbing on a pot, or while I am outside digging in the dirt. Let's face it - they are not pretty, but they allow me to experience some pretty beautiful things in this life. They have given me the opportunity to make wonderful meals for my family. These rough looking paws have held life at it's newest. My man hands have also allowed me to hug and love on my little ones. They have been used in teaching children how to read. They have even given me the blessing to point out scripture to someone as they accept the Lord as Saviour. I laugh about my man hands with others, but it is all in jest. For I am thankful for their physical toughness - it allows me some very tender moments in this life.
