Little Bear's tail has a wound on it. Sorry if I've already explained this to you. The wound is on the very tip of his tail. Little Bear is a very hyper labrador. Guess how much he wags his tail. My house looked like a monochromatic Jackson Pollack painting for the last two weeks. Now its a dichromatic Jackson Pollack painting. See, the vet down the way told me to spray this stuff on it. It's blue. Well like deep purple really. It has gotten all over everything, including me. It's on the walls, the furniture and my legs.
The cat has started peeing in the sinks again. This time it probably saved her, though. See, there was blood in the sink. That means she has a bladder infection. Like I have NOTHING to do tomorrow... nails, tan, clean car, doctors appointments (yes two) and then all the hair and make-up and tweezing and all that fun stuff. Let's just slide vet in there.
goody, goody, goody.
Thursday, January 29
Monday, January 26
Thursday, January 22
RAF
Royal Air Force? No.
Random Acronym Frustration.
My kiddo... he's a special type of mind. Things that pop out of his mouth at times make me go, HUH??? Examples:
"Hey, Mom, did you FTD?"
"Is this month's NG here?"
"Yes, I DMC."
and on and on and on....
I don't mind one here and there. Liz does it on her blog and it's funny. Austen does it and it's just confusing.
Random Acronym Frustration.
My kiddo... he's a special type of mind. Things that pop out of his mouth at times make me go, HUH??? Examples:
"Hey, Mom, did you FTD?"
"Is this month's NG here?"
"Yes, I DMC."
and on and on and on....
I don't mind one here and there. Liz does it on her blog and it's funny. Austen does it and it's just confusing.
Wednesday, January 21
Helen's Soup
I think I turned most of you on to Margaret and Helen's blog. Well, not too long ago, Helen posted a recipe for carrot and peanut butter soup. Since the peanut butter in the jars is supposedly ok, I went for it.
It's purdy darn yummy. The original is linked above, but I will copy the recipe here, too.
Helen's Aunt Mary Lou’s Peanut Butter and Carrot Soup
1 large onion diced
1 stalk celery diced
2 lbs. carrots, peeled and diced
1 tsp. vegetable oil
6 cups chicken broth
1 tbs. Worcestershire Sauce
Juice of one large lime
2 tbs. peanut butter
salt/pepper to taste
Using one large stock pot, heat the onion, celery and carrots in the oil until soft. Add broth and bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes. Add all other ingredients and continue soft simmer for 30 minutes. Remove from heat. Let cool for a bit and then use a blender to puree little by little until the entire stock is smooth. Return to pot to heat before serving. Tastes even better the second day!
I used an immersion blender, cus it is so much easier and so many less dishes. I also added some chicken after the blending, cus my kid requires meat something er other in everything.
Give it a try... it's yummy.
It's purdy darn yummy. The original is linked above, but I will copy the recipe here, too.
Helen's Aunt Mary Lou’s Peanut Butter and Carrot Soup
1 large onion diced
1 stalk celery diced
2 lbs. carrots, peeled and diced
1 tsp. vegetable oil
6 cups chicken broth
1 tbs. Worcestershire Sauce
Juice of one large lime
2 tbs. peanut butter
salt/pepper to taste
Using one large stock pot, heat the onion, celery and carrots in the oil until soft. Add broth and bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes. Add all other ingredients and continue soft simmer for 30 minutes. Remove from heat. Let cool for a bit and then use a blender to puree little by little until the entire stock is smooth. Return to pot to heat before serving. Tastes even better the second day!
I used an immersion blender, cus it is so much easier and so many less dishes. I also added some chicken after the blending, cus my kid requires meat something er other in everything.
Give it a try... it's yummy.
Friday, January 16
Well, it's for sure...
Tom will be going to school March 1st. So, if he gets home by the first of February, we will have 4 weeks. It's hard. Really. Hard. to think of him leaving again so soon. It really makes me pissy about the whole move thing, too. How can Tom fraternize with the E8-9s that moved into our housing area when he isn't home?? Oh, and no one lives in my house yet.
Good gravy, my blog has been one constant woe-is-me thread, lately, huh? I guess I get in over my head and then don't know what to do. I have an extra doggie now, school, and Austen is not getting what he needs from me. So much for keeping the home-front calm while the hubby was deployed, eh?
I will get through all of this. I don't know how, but I will. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone. I am tired of being alone. Very, very tired.
edit because I was over-sharing. I am a retard sometimes. We are going to do what's right for everyone. Austen is very present and on board with the decision making. This is hard, but not unmanageable. We will not just survive, we will thrive.
Good gravy, my blog has been one constant woe-is-me thread, lately, huh? I guess I get in over my head and then don't know what to do. I have an extra doggie now, school, and Austen is not getting what he needs from me. So much for keeping the home-front calm while the hubby was deployed, eh?
I will get through all of this. I don't know how, but I will. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone. I am tired of being alone. Very, very tired.
edit because I was over-sharing. I am a retard sometimes. We are going to do what's right for everyone. Austen is very present and on board with the decision making. This is hard, but not unmanageable. We will not just survive, we will thrive.
Tuesday, January 13
Big Girl Panties
I have them around here somewhere. I don't plan on wearing them today though. I am going to sulk today. Sulking is not healthy, by any means. I don't think it's particularly bad to sulk if you can acknowledge it though. I guess this is my new stance on life; unreasonable emotions are fine, as long as you're conscious of them.
hahahahahahahaha
That being said:
We're working on getting to Hawai'i. We think that the position there is something that Tom would like, living on the island for a few years wouldn't be too bad, Austen would finish high school there, it's tropical, if I can't do a brick and mortar PharmD program, we might as well be in paradise while I work my tushie off and the billet is non-deployable.
In order for Tom to take this billet, he may need to go to school. Not for sure, but it is likely. He has had some other schooling that may be commiserate and prevent it, but we don't know that yet. We're assuming he must go. So, in the big picture it is worth it.
The school is run twice a year. Tom should be home sometime around the first of February. The school starts in March. In DC. It runs through July. If we do the math, that would mean 45 days together in 18 months.
I am still pouting.
hahahahahahahaha
That being said:
We're working on getting to Hawai'i. We think that the position there is something that Tom would like, living on the island for a few years wouldn't be too bad, Austen would finish high school there, it's tropical, if I can't do a brick and mortar PharmD program, we might as well be in paradise while I work my tushie off and the billet is non-deployable.
In order for Tom to take this billet, he may need to go to school. Not for sure, but it is likely. He has had some other schooling that may be commiserate and prevent it, but we don't know that yet. We're assuming he must go. So, in the big picture it is worth it.
The school is run twice a year. Tom should be home sometime around the first of February. The school starts in March. In DC. It runs through July. If we do the math, that would mean 45 days together in 18 months.
I am still pouting.
Sunday, January 11
A Whole Day
... just to recover from the visit. Seriously. A whole day to recenter myself and I am not even sure I am done. Is it wrong that I get worn out around family? My brother is really easy to handle. He's a mellow guy and I probably stress him out far more than he could ever stress me. The rest of em? Not so much.
I think I am a fairly decent person. I have some big quirks. I am so neurotic and I get all spun up about stuff, but I am generally good. I don't lie. I try to think of others first (I don't always succeed). I try to behave in a manner that conveys a level of integrity befitting my ethical standards.
There are members of my direct family that I do not ever care to see in person again. That's sad. It really is. Either I have grown to be such a callous and cold person that I can write off familial bonds that easily, or they merit that kind of write off. Either way, it's sad. Writing my dad out of my life was impossible, but once I did it, I felt so much better. Things were just easier in a lot of ways.
OK, so I am rambling... this all goes back to it taking a tremendous amount of energy for me to deal with my mother. I literally sat on my couch this morning and cried for no reason. Then when I was done I realized I was just emotionally worn out. She had been gone 16 hours at that point. I should have been AOK by then, but I wasn't. I know I am whining again. It's ok. I think this kind of acknowledgment is healthy, even if it is whiny. Two years ago I would have just fought with her and been in a bad mood for two weeks and not known why. So, I am evolving. This writing of stuff seems to help me process. That's why you all have to lulled into a coma by reading it.
So, when do we stop being worn out by our parents? Or do we ever? Sometimes I wonder how in the hell I made it this far, hahahaha. I definitely have a blessed life these days and that is a result of every step prior, so I wouldn't change any of it. I just want to avoid future lost days and visitations filled with tension. Can you have a purely telephonic maternal/child relationship?
I think I am a fairly decent person. I have some big quirks. I am so neurotic and I get all spun up about stuff, but I am generally good. I don't lie. I try to think of others first (I don't always succeed). I try to behave in a manner that conveys a level of integrity befitting my ethical standards.
There are members of my direct family that I do not ever care to see in person again. That's sad. It really is. Either I have grown to be such a callous and cold person that I can write off familial bonds that easily, or they merit that kind of write off. Either way, it's sad. Writing my dad out of my life was impossible, but once I did it, I felt so much better. Things were just easier in a lot of ways.
OK, so I am rambling... this all goes back to it taking a tremendous amount of energy for me to deal with my mother. I literally sat on my couch this morning and cried for no reason. Then when I was done I realized I was just emotionally worn out. She had been gone 16 hours at that point. I should have been AOK by then, but I wasn't. I know I am whining again. It's ok. I think this kind of acknowledgment is healthy, even if it is whiny. Two years ago I would have just fought with her and been in a bad mood for two weeks and not known why. So, I am evolving. This writing of stuff seems to help me process. That's why you all have to lulled into a coma by reading it.
So, when do we stop being worn out by our parents? Or do we ever? Sometimes I wonder how in the hell I made it this far, hahahaha. I definitely have a blessed life these days and that is a result of every step prior, so I wouldn't change any of it. I just want to avoid future lost days and visitations filled with tension. Can you have a purely telephonic maternal/child relationship?
Because Liz said so, and she's the Queen of bloggyland.
Fourth folder, fourth picture. This could have been really bad, Liz. Be careful what you ask for! hahahaha This is a great picture though. We were at Boomers playing goofy golf. We have some free tickets. We might just go again today.
I'm not going to tag anyone... cus I'm all anti-authoritarian and stuff.
I'm not going to tag anyone... cus I'm all anti-authoritarian and stuff.
Saturday, January 10
Food..
I will eventually sit down and write a real blog about this...
Anyway, the basics on meat:
CAFO - Condensed Animal Feeding Operation. These are horrid. They keep animals inside and confined. They can be organic. They can be superfund sites.
Chicken - 45 days from egg to fryer when on hormones.
Pig - Kept so that they can stand and lay but not turn around or walk.
Beef - given rBGH/rBST and mostly fed grains, which is not their natural diet.
Fish - farmed salmon - bad - they eat their own feces - other fish? I don't know much about.
Dairy - Organic is better, but it can still be a CAFO product. I try to buy Organic Valley because they support Heifer International and family farms.
Oh and Monsanto - the debil. They make chemicals and grow a huge percentage of food. They have lobbyists and control jobs and many small-town economies.
High fructose corn syrup is to be avoided, IMO because of the environmental processes and impact. It has been correlated to many chronic health problems, but correlation is not cause/effect. They put it in tomato soup, bread and a plethora of other products.
I try to focus on eating local and happy. Nothing should be tortured for my sustenance, as far as I am concerned.
Some time I will write more.. not today though.
Anyway, the basics on meat:
CAFO - Condensed Animal Feeding Operation. These are horrid. They keep animals inside and confined. They can be organic. They can be superfund sites.
Chicken - 45 days from egg to fryer when on hormones.
Pig - Kept so that they can stand and lay but not turn around or walk.
Beef - given rBGH/rBST and mostly fed grains, which is not their natural diet.
Fish - farmed salmon - bad - they eat their own feces - other fish? I don't know much about.
Dairy - Organic is better, but it can still be a CAFO product. I try to buy Organic Valley because they support Heifer International and family farms.
Oh and Monsanto - the debil. They make chemicals and grow a huge percentage of food. They have lobbyists and control jobs and many small-town economies.
High fructose corn syrup is to be avoided, IMO because of the environmental processes and impact. It has been correlated to many chronic health problems, but correlation is not cause/effect. They put it in tomato soup, bread and a plethora of other products.
I try to focus on eating local and happy. Nothing should be tortured for my sustenance, as far as I am concerned.
Some time I will write more.. not today though.
Flikr Game...
Looked interesting...
Go to Flickr. Type the answer to each question in the search box. You can only use pictures from the first page that comes up. Have fun!
What's your name?
What's your favorite food?
Where did you go to school?
And then?
And then?
Who's your celebrity crush? (I guess you will have to figure out which one...)
Who's your favorite Disney princess?
What's your favorite drink?
Everyday:
Alcoholic:
Dream Vacation:
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you love most in life?
(I think it's funny that Liz got the same picture for a totally different question)
What do you dream about?
Go to Flickr. Type the answer to each question in the search box. You can only use pictures from the first page that comes up. Have fun!
What's your name?
What's your favorite food?
Where did you go to school?
And then?
And then?
Who's your celebrity crush? (I guess you will have to figure out which one...)
Who's your favorite Disney princess?
What's your favorite drink?
Everyday:
Alcoholic:
Dream Vacation:
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you love most in life?
(I think it's funny that Liz got the same picture for a totally different question)
What do you dream about?
Saturday, January 3
Thanks, Liz!!
Tom finally emailed... thankfully. I guess he has gold jump wings now.
Making the blog was fun...
The background is a bit cheesy, but it is something that Tom said to me once, when I was still a commitmentphobe, "Don't worry, Binks. I will love you always and forever." So, with his impending return... it hit a heart string... to say the least.
Making the blog was fun...
The background is a bit cheesy, but it is something that Tom said to me once, when I was still a commitmentphobe, "Don't worry, Binks. I will love you always and forever." So, with his impending return... it hit a heart string... to say the least.
Boot Camp
Yes, my older baby brother is going away to boot camp. I have always wanted to refer to him as my baby brother, but he is actually older than me... so that explains the descriptor.
We always had Justin pegged for military service. It was something that just fit for him. After he got older, we knew that window had closed and he would just have to be content gathering up an arsenal and living in the boonies in Idaho (no this is not something out of Deliverance). Once, when he was 28 he went to the good ole USMC and tried to join up. He was 5 days too late. They told him if he had signed a contract before he actually turned 28 he would have been good to go. Another time, he attempted to join the Coast Guard and they told him the same thing, "Sorry, dude. You're just too old."
Well the US Armed Forces recently changed their age limits. The USMC changed to 32, still not quite high enough. However, the Army changed their age limit to 42. I think Justin went in the day after he found out they had changed the age limit. He is all signed up and ready to go. He leaves January 15th. He is doing basic at Ft Knox in TN and is contracted to come out as an E3. He has a degree, so not sure why he is not going officer, other than maybe at his age he can only go enlisted. Or maybe the position that he is going after is enlisted only? I don't know. He's going to be a Calvary Scout.
Next week, Justin and my mom are showing up (can you feel the joy in my words) to deliver Little Bear to me. Little Bear is a 6 year old Yellow Labrador who is much more spastic than Hershey ever thought about being. hahahahahahah I am actually looking forward to Justin and Bear being here; it's my mom's visit that worries me. I get really tense when she's in my home. I feel so judged. Like every dang thing in my home is not good enough.
So, that's the news at my house. On another front, my house is finally put together. I've not registered for classes yet, so I might be taking underwater basket weaving or some crazy crap, who knows.
Oh! Will one of you wonderfully talented ladies explain to me how I can personalize my blog? Your pages are all so pretty and mine is just lame (this is the story of my life). Thanks!
Happy New Year, everyone. Much love to you all...
We always had Justin pegged for military service. It was something that just fit for him. After he got older, we knew that window had closed and he would just have to be content gathering up an arsenal and living in the boonies in Idaho (no this is not something out of Deliverance). Once, when he was 28 he went to the good ole USMC and tried to join up. He was 5 days too late. They told him if he had signed a contract before he actually turned 28 he would have been good to go. Another time, he attempted to join the Coast Guard and they told him the same thing, "Sorry, dude. You're just too old."
Well the US Armed Forces recently changed their age limits. The USMC changed to 32, still not quite high enough. However, the Army changed their age limit to 42. I think Justin went in the day after he found out they had changed the age limit. He is all signed up and ready to go. He leaves January 15th. He is doing basic at Ft Knox in TN and is contracted to come out as an E3. He has a degree, so not sure why he is not going officer, other than maybe at his age he can only go enlisted. Or maybe the position that he is going after is enlisted only? I don't know. He's going to be a Calvary Scout.
Next week, Justin and my mom are showing up (can you feel the joy in my words) to deliver Little Bear to me. Little Bear is a 6 year old Yellow Labrador who is much more spastic than Hershey ever thought about being. hahahahahahah I am actually looking forward to Justin and Bear being here; it's my mom's visit that worries me. I get really tense when she's in my home. I feel so judged. Like every dang thing in my home is not good enough.
So, that's the news at my house. On another front, my house is finally put together. I've not registered for classes yet, so I might be taking underwater basket weaving or some crazy crap, who knows.
Oh! Will one of you wonderfully talented ladies explain to me how I can personalize my blog? Your pages are all so pretty and mine is just lame (this is the story of my life). Thanks!
Happy New Year, everyone. Much love to you all...
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