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September 30, 2013 Leave a comment

The Kitchen DaughterThe Kitchen Daughter by Jael McHenry
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a quick read and it could have been because the author has an amazing way of describing everyday things. Like a voice that “sounded exactly like spearmint bubble gum…her voice was…clean and cool, but the laugh was a gum bubble popping.”

The main character is characterized as being on the autism spectrum. She is able to deal with most daily habits and seems to show it when she feels threatened or in dealing with other people. There are some wonderful insights into the behavior of persons who are functional in daily life but still have some of the behaviors that reflect her condition.

A couple of recipes lead her into experiencing the presence of those who have died. They exist when she cooks their dishes and throw information at her that only fits into her reality a little later. It is done in such a fashion that my cynicism simply said “Accept it and move on.”

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THE GREATEST NAME FOR A BOOK SO FAR

September 12, 2013 Leave a comment

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-TimeThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Enjoyable, but a little simplistic at times. All of the characters were predictable in their actions and the saving grace was the development of the autistic child’s thought processes.

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MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH A PYREX BOWL

September 5, 2013 1 comment

ilovethis hbowlI love these bowls. I first came across the small on the left by some means I can’t recall. It is the best bowl for soup (lip for gulping the last of the broth.) any Asian food with rice or noodles (a place for your thumb so you can balance the bowl next to your mouth for easy shoveling,) or any damn thing you want to eat out of it in whatever way you see fit! The Amish pattern is quaint and once I looked at it closely I realized I loved it. Who knew I would like “Quaint?”

pyresWhen Kim and I got married it was clear that there would be some struggle over the single bowl in our pantry. Since shopping online is my new favorite thing to do, eBay, here I come. I found a complete set of the nesting bowls and at a reasonable price and I snapped them right up. Problem solved…two small bowls and a complete set to boot. Well, except for the fact that I came across this picture and almost lost my resolve to stop before I got too carried away!

I am at the point now that I am going to put sticky notes on the variety of bowls, containers, pots, pans, Rubbermaid products and if I don’t use them in a month they are going to go live somewhere else. I teeter on the edge of hoarding and maybe if I get rid of the stuff I have taking up valuable shelf space in the kitchen, I can more easily dedicate myself to trying to get rid of those size 10 jeans that have been in my wardrobe since 1987!

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I’M GLAD IT’S TODAY

September 4, 2013 Leave a comment

Yesterday was a doozy. I was having a day and filled it with as much self-pity, pissing and moaning and hand wringing as I could muster. I filled every dramatic skill  in my repertoire of . Pity party par excellence–and the award goes to…
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A lot of it had to do with health issues and that turned out as a kick in the butt to get my energy into a more positive vein. I was so frustrated I hit the internet with a vengeance and ended up finding a lot of information that I needed to know a year ago. So, I suppose there i was a purpose in that whiny interlude.

Other than that, things are going well. As my energy level increases I look forward to doing more and more. When taking a shower and washing one’s hair becomes a giant step worthy of noting as an accomplishment, well, I just have to take it and run with it. (The sound of the crowd is overwhelming you right about now.)

Each day I am more and more grateful for the my family and friends. All of you have kept me on the road to recovery in the best possible way and have helped me accomplish as much as I have. I may piss and moan yet, I know my life is a walk in the park compared to some.

And, just to help me keep track of my very own reality…Piglet shows me the way.

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YOU KNOW WHAT I MISS…

September 1, 2013 Leave a comment

PINBALL MACHINES!

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SHE’S BACK!!!

August 29, 2013 1 comment

keep-calm-cause-she-s-back-RESDear Friends and Loved Ones:

I know it has been a while since my presence was felt on the interweb, but I am here to put an end to it. If you want the short version here it is: I am well on my way to recovery and will be back to full strength soon.

For the stronger of heart and those who are dying for the details, read on.

The surgery I had on August 9th was to restore my body back to somewhat normal operation. Didn’t happen. All of you know that it wouldn’t be a medical episode unless somewhere along the line someone says, “It was the worst I had ever seen.” That’s what happened this time. Again. The takedown process on the ileostomy wasn’t possible. There was about a foot of my large intestines that had not been getting the blood supply that it needed to stay alive and as a direct result, it died. So, I will have an ostomy forever and will make poop jokes as often as I can. I am not freaked by it, it has basically been an “It is what it is” experience.

The reason I have not been discussing it before now came about because of the complications after the surgery. My adrenal glands failed and I ended up in Intensive Care for three days. Luckily I don’t remember this at all except for the part where they tied my hands to the bed rails because I wanted to pull the NG tube out. They were smart to not believe me because I was fibbing and we all knew it.

I ended up back on the floor pumped full of steroids with a body that resembled the Michelin tire mascot and with a bit more time than we expected in the hospital. I know, “Hard to believe.” For those interested in what I call the “I’ve never seen this before!” Nurse Award I will tell you that when they gave me the medicine to get all the fluid out of my body I ended up with 7 liters of pee pee (urine) bloating my pee pee bag and causing a general round of gasps on the floor.

It has taken until today for me to feel like venturing out of my self-imposed recovery and perspective adjustment period and I will definitely be back raising hell at full throttle within a day or so. Thanks for all of your support and understanding. I am sure that it was and will continue as a source of healing for me.

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YES, THOSE ARE MY FEET. HARD TO BELIEVE, ISN’T IT?

August 5, 2013 Leave a comment
LOOK MY RIGHT FOOT IS DOING A MODIFIED PEACE SIGN!

LOOK MY RIGHT FOOT IS DOING A MODIFIED PEACE SIGN!

Anyone that has known me for any length of time knows that I have denied having feet at all. I have had, what I call, BUTT UGLY FEET all my life. At about 27 I was lucky enough (if you want to call it that) to need surgery to have bunions removed so I could walk more than two steps.  After that there were years of hiding the feet since every time I looked at them all I saw were monster feet.

As I aged they continued to disappoint me more and more. Growing from size 9 to 10-11 with sausage toes that started growing in their own little directions, I would only go barefoot at home and still tried to hide them when someone else was in the room. This would have been fine for the rest of my life without my wonderful girl child intervening.

“Mom, you really should get a pedicure, you wouldn’t believe how great it is!” “Sure, sure,” I under my breath which roughly translated into “It’ll be a cold day in hell!” This was the same phrase I had said to a friend a few years ago knowing I would never-ever-ever let anyone touch my feet!

Fortunately, I will be going for surgery on Friday and I looked at my feet that were truly turning chicken claws and my resolve dissolved, so to speak. She the and I entered the salon with my head hung in shame, apologizing all the way to the huge, massaging recliner where I would submit to the horror of it all. As he brought out the tools of torture that I knew were going were insufficient to the task. I thought of suggesting a belt sander, but held my tongue.

Slowly but surely I felt my resistance waning. There was the vibrating chair on my tortured back, the warm, bubbly water relaxing my clenched toes and the next thing I knew, my feet were almost pretty! The foot massage he administered forced me to admit, “Hey, this isn’t so bad after all!” Darling daughter picked out the polish, the coup de grâce being the dazzling, sparkles. You know, I might do this again and again and again, and I have no problem admitting that once again I was WRONG!