IS MY TIARA ON STRAIGHT?

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  My daughter (number 3 as I call her since I seem to call her every other siblings name) has now been a newlywed for 3 months.  They have returned from their dream honeymoon cruising the Hawaiian Islands.  Daryl has accepted a new job with a new company.  Katelyn has returned to her job as a correctional nurse, and they have settled into their roles of husband and wife, tossing aside the old titles of boyfriend and girlfriend.  They have moved in with her father and his wife while they are saving money for a down payment on a home they are buying in February.  All in all, life is rolling along as it should be.  I have begun dating a wonderful man, which now involves “running” every weekend, here and there, with each weekend being a new adventure. Since Katelyn and I work together, every Monday we share with each other how our weekends went, where we had gone, etc.  After our share session this week she pouted and said “Wow, you guys are old and are doing more than we do.  We just sit and watch movies at home or go out to eat once in awhile!”  I told her that we are just in the dating phase that they were in 2 years ago, and quite frankly…HA HA HA….NANA NANA BOO BOO!!!!
Monday morning she came  into work and said that she and “D” had a fight before she came to work.  Of course being the mother bear that I am I was prepared to kick some son-in-law butt.  She then sat down in my office and told me what had happened.  She said that she asked him to go out and start her car in order to warm it up, and he was playing a video game that he couldn’t pause, so he told her he would do it in a minute.  She then became upset because he didn’t jump up and do as she commanded.  She said that she stormed out to the car, while saying a few sailor words, and left for work.  I just looked at her in amazement…and went “WHAT?????…..Kateyln! Shame on you!”  I told her that first off, it was 36 degrees out, so her car didn’t need to be warmed up for 10 minutes, and that her response to him was way out of line.  I went on to tell her that there was no reason that she could not have put on some shoes and start her car if it was that important to her.  She looked at me in stunned silence and informed me that she was a diva and he should have done as she asked.  With that statement came the usual motherly eye roll…except it was the monster of all eye rolls…one that could be mistaken as the start of a seizure…I swear I saw the bottom of my brain from the inside.  Where had this “diva” come from?  Where did she learn such behavior?  I knew that she didn’t learn it from me, as I am as far from a diva as they come.  We all knew that she was a self proclaimed princess….but a diva?

  At this point her co-worker Bonnie joined the conversation and said that her husband starts the car every morning without being asked, so it was fine for Katie to expect it to be done.  They then laughed and joked about being divas as I sat there with this stupid, bewildered look on my face.  Who were these fairy princess women?  Had I truly missed the boat during my former marriage by not declaring myself a diva?  After sitting at my desk contemplating what had just happened, I decided that my next question was “How does one become a diva, or at least a princess?”  So out of my office I go to have this all important question answered.  I then posed the question, and waited for guidance, because now that I was embarking into a new relationship, perhaps I too could be Cinderella instead of Ursela the sea witch?????  My beautiful, educated, funny, and loving daughter answered in all of her blond innocence: “Mom, NO ONE CHOOSES TO BE A PRINCESS….IT CHOOSES YOU!”  I just stood there with a pout on my face as the tiara slowly slipped off of my head and hit the floor with a gently ping….sigh. ♥

FOOD FOR THE BODY  

 Six Minute Caramels

(shared with me by a new friend Jane)

Ingredients:

 1/4 cup butter

1/2 cup white sugar

 1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup light Karo syrup

1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk

Directions:

1.  Combine all ingredients.

2.  Cook 6 minutes on a medium high heat, stirring every minute.

3.  Stir and pour into lightly greased dish

 4.  Let cool

5.  Cut, wrap in wax paper & store in an air tight container

Princess Katelyn’s Wedding

somehow I now have an extra blogging page….going to try to include this on my shellys stories page.

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wedding 9/21/2013It’s now been 2 weeks since the event of the year. An event that was in the planning since she was old enough to notice boys. An event that will live in the memories of those who were present to share the event with each other.  Yes, we are talking about the wedding of Princess Katelyn and her new husband Daryl.  This was the wedding in which I was determined to lose 55 by age 55….(perhaps 20 by 55), the event of the century, the event that often times had just a hint of bridezilla bubbling to the surface, the event that every girl dreams of.  I will go on record as saying, as her mother, that she was absolutely beautiful, and appeared to be walking on air the entire evening.  Everything went as planned, except we forgot to unbustle her dress before she walked down the aisle…but she…

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First Round….Done!

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My ex-husband has now passed round one in his fight against rectal cancer.  He has finished 6 weeks of chemotherapy that came in pill form, and that he was able to self administer from home daily.  During the 6 weeks of chemotherapy he also had radiation 5 days a week for almost 6 weeks.  The purpose at this point in his treatment was to shrink the tumor so the surgeon can get better margins in order to bring the 2 ends of the colon together after the colon is resected.   Amazingly, he has completed both treatments with very few side effects, and has kept his positive attitude intact.  Any health care professional will tell you that faith and determination are very important in the fight against cancer.  I have seen it myself in my 30 years of nursing. Once a person gives up, death will soon follow.  I can list at least 5 people I personally know who are battling cancer, and have the most unbelievable will to live, that it just is heart-stirring to watch.  He now will take about a month off before surgery to allow the colon to heal from the radiation.  At that time round 2 will begin, and things will get a little rougher.  Any abdominal surgery comes with risks, and as the surgeon explained, it is harder on the body than open heart surgery.  There is a chance that he may have to have a colostomy bag if the surgeon can’t get a “good seal” when the tumor is excised.  This, or course, is not the best outcome, but if it allows the whole tumor to be removed then it is a fair trade-off.  Often times they can return and have the colostomy reversed once the colon again heals.  My daughters were curious about a colostomy, so we spent time watching a video on You Tube of a very brave young girl showing how she changes her bag.  I was in awe that she had such self-confidence to “put it all out there.”  unfortunately these things are not comfortable things to watch, but it helps to show the reality of the situation.  If it does happen, it will become another routine part of  his life, just like brushing his teeth or shaving.  At the end of the day, if it means many more years of quality life, then bring it on!

The sad part of enduring this treatment is that he had become very weak during work one day, and had to go home to take a nap.  He has retired from police work, and has a job as an armed security guard.  He worked different positions in various companies (though the security agency he works for) and had become the supervisor of security in a local hospital.  He enjoyed the job very much, worked the day shift, had weekends off, and it came with the perk of a few extra dollars an hour.  (which still was a face slapping salary in the first place in my opinion)  Anyway…..the minute he had to leave that day he was demoted from being a supervisor at the hospital, sent to another facility to work, for less money, AND put on the 11-7 shift, working weekends again.  I am so angry with this company for jerking him around like this! It is discrimination in a very blatant form in my opinion.  I have tried to look at it from a business side, but it still comes down to punishing him because he has cancer.  I am sure that they are hoping he will quit so they can hire someone else at 10 dollars an hour!  The real crappy thing is that they provide no benefits to begin with….no insurance, no sick time, and minimal vacation time! Shame, shame, shame on them!

After surgery he will have to endure another round of chemotherapy, this time more intensive.  A port will be put in, and he will receive chemo through the port that will infuse over a 24 or 48 hour period every week for 6 more weeks.  This chemo will not be as kind as the pill form, but he has a good support system in place to help his through it.  I think at this point the final fight will begin, but it will hopefully be a straight path to a cure ♥

55 By 55….Week 6

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I am thinking at this point that I set the bar too high by shooting for 55 by 55….perhaps 10 by 55?  This has been far been the most exasperating thing I have done in my life, and believe me when I tell you that I have done some extremely exasperating things in the past 54 years.  In 1 week I managed to gain back all that I had lost, PLUS 2.  Then I decided on Monday that I was a failure and kicked my own arse…..causing me to once again take this adventure seriously.  This morning at weigh in I lost 1 whole pound from last weeks weigh in.  The weather has been lousy this week (my only excuse for not walking) with high freezing winds for 3 days in a row.  I want spring to get here so badly…..so I guess it’s Mother Natures fault that I have only lost one pound this week!

On a positive note….I am keeping steady with my water consumption.  Still no caffine for this girlie! I will say that without my caffine I feel like someone took the “giddy” out of my giddy up!  I enjoyed a diet A & W root beer at the mall the other day.  I had it without ice and it reminded me of going to A&W as a kid when the root beer was served in frosty mugs.  (I will say that instead of a chili cheese dog and fries to go along with the root beer, I had orange chicken and white rice. )  Last night I had strawberries to use up, so I made a Strawberry Cream Cheese Cobbler for dessert.  I would like to point out that I took most of it to work to share and did not enjoy a piece myself.  I guess that was an accomplishment for me.  It’s hard when you love to cook and bake….but my co-workers enjoy the benefits and I get to bake.  A win-win situation for all!  On to a new week…because I will not give up!  Thats all folks ♥

FOOD FOR THE  BODY

Strawberry Cream Cheese Cobbler

1 stick of butter

1 egg, slightly beaten

1 cup milk

1 cup flour

1 cup sugar

2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

2 quarts strawberries, cut up into small bite size pieces

4 oz cream cheese

Preheat oven in 350 degrees

Melt butter and pour in bottom of 13 x 9 pan.

Mix up the egg, flour, sugar, milk, baking powder and salt in a small bowl.

Pour onto the melted butter, but do not mix.

Sprinkle the strawberries on top of the mixture.

Cut off small chunks of the cream cheese and place throughout the mixture *on top

Bake for 45 minutes, although in my oven it took about 35 minutes.

The cake rises over the fruit, while some of it is still visible.

PS……it was decided that it would be great served warm with a scoop of ice cream.

55 by 55 Week 5

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This is how I feel today…..this is how I felt yesterday….but I swear I will NOT feel this way tomorrow!  I was a bad bad girl this week, actually the last 3 days to be exact.  Therefore I graciously accepted the gain of 2 pounds this morning when I weighed in.  I can’t blame anyone but me…..and I realize that I am like an alcoholic when it comes to food.  Once I let my guard down and start eating “no no” foods, it as if something changes in my brain and I crave these foods.  I am way past the point that I would have called it quits in the past.  I would have just said “F*** it! I’m done!” and would have gorged myself with anything within an arms reach and crammed it into mouth.  Ohhhhhhh I get sooooo frustrated with my lack of self-control!  How in the world can some people decide to lose weight and POOF…the weight seems to melt off?  I am envious, that’s for sure 🙂

The way I look at it is that tomorrow is a new day, and a great day to begin again…..baby steps….baby steps…..baby steps….♥

Hey Kelly…….Shamrock Shakes are Back!

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  Yesterday, after a grueling day of shopping, my daughter asked if I would pull off of the interstate so we could stop at McDonalds.  I reminded her that we just had a big lunch a few hours ago, and she said all she wanted was to get a Shamrock Shake.  I don’t remember any of my kids ever requesting a Shamrock Shake…..who is this child? I reminded her that I just bought her a  movie, so she decided that she would pay for the shake out of her allowance.  That left me no excuse, so of course being the perfect mother that I am, I stopped so she could get a shake.  We pulled into the drive-thru and after looking at the prices, she decided she wanted a large shake.  I am quietly shaking my head because there is no way she will finish an entire large shake, but it was her money….so large Shamrock Shake it was.  She paid her $2.99 and they handed us this huge beautiful green shake, complete with whipped cream and a cherry.  She giggled with glee as I handed it to her, and then went to work enjoying the shake.

  As I was driving the rest of the way home, my memory wandered back to the time that my sister Kelly, and a Shamrock Shake had a face off…and the shake won!  My mom, two sisters and I had gone grocery shopping one Saturday in Streator.  The year was 1970, and I would have been 11, Kelly was 7,and Tammy was at the ripe old age of 3.  It was a treat to go out to lunch when I was young.  We never questioned it, we just knew that it was an unexpected treat.  The rule was that we could get a sandwich, and either french fries or a small coke.  Again, we didn’t question why, it just was the way it was…period!  It was early March and McDonalds had just introduced a new shake flavor, now well-known as a Shamrock Shake.  Kelly had decided that she wanted a shake, and she proceeded to beg and plead to get the shake. I can still remember my mom trying to reason with her, telling her that it was mint flavored and she would not like it.  Kelly insisted she knew what mint tasted like, and promised she would drink the whole thing. Of course I opted for french fries and a glass of water….there were no better fries on earth as McDonalds….and even at the age of 11 I knew my food.  We all get settled in and begin eating our lunch.  Kelly ate her burger and the took a big swig of the shake…and then gagged.  One of those honest to goodness gags…the ones that make your mouth open like a fish and you make a horrible noise that seems to come out of your mouth from the tips of your toes.  Your know the look: your  face turns kinda purplish red, and you appear to stop breathing for a few seconds. (excuse me a moment because at this point I am giggling so hard that the tears are running down my face just picturing her sitting at that table)

Anyway…I hurry to finish my burger and fries as fast as I can, while trying to ease away from her as we sit side by side in the booth….and of course I am near the wall.  She begs mom to let her throw away the shake, and mom is determined that she is going to sit there until she drinks at least 3/4 of it.  She tried to tell Kelly she wouldn’t like it, she tried to reason with Kelly….but NOOOOO Kelly knew what she wanted, and mom was not going to waste the $1.89.  I just wanted to die in horror as we sat in McDonalds for over an hour as Kelly continued to sip….gag….sip…gag….plead….sip….purple face……gag….plead….fish lips……gag…..plead…..until there was one-quarter of the shake left.   Kelly may have thought she was stubborn at the young age of 7,  but she was in the ring with the champ!  And to this day I remind her every single year when I see that Shamrock Shakes are back!  And since I am a christian woman, I won’t tell you what her reply to me is now that we are adults ♥

PS…Miss Madison drank 1/2 of her shake….which makes me wonder why kids refuse to listen to their parents line of reasoning…..we didn’t get to be this age by not learning  a thing or two……..duh!

FOOD FOR THE SOUL

SHAMROCK SHAKES

DEDICATED TO KELLY JO!

2 cups of vanilla ice cream

3/4 cup milk

3/4 tsp peppermint extract (don’t over do this…strong in flavor)

green food coloring (8-9) drops

Blend all together until the right consistancy.

Since we are no longer in the 70’s…add whipped cream and a cherry.

55 by 55……Week 3

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Hmmmm……what can I say about the last week?  It continues to be an hour by hour struggle, but I have come to the realization that this will be a long, drawn out process.  I may have bit off more than I can chew with my goal of 55 by 55.  Still I am not going to give up like I have in the past.  I have been unable to get out and walk due to the snow and freezing rain we have had this week….yep, that’s the best excuse I can come up with.  I realize that this is going to be a lifestyle change, not a “diet’…..and it is true that old habits are hard to break.  I am becoming more aware of the foods that I choose, and am trying to eat when I am hungry, not when the clock says it’s time to eat.  I have been continuing to drink water (which is really new to me,) and have had a few Diet Sierra Mists this past week.  One thing I have noticed is that I no longer have the beginnings of “cankles”….all of the ankle bones are now clearly visible.  🙂 Apparently I stored fluid in my feet and ankles….but no more.  I strongly feel this is due to the fact that I am avoiding so much extra sodium from the diet colas….Who knew?  Our “snack counter,” as the kids used to refer to, is no longer filled with chips, crackers, fruit rollups, and all of the other high calorie snacks, and has been slowly replaced with pretzels, apples, oranges, bananas, and fiber bars.  Again….who knew?  I readily admit that I cheat….but I eat healthier and healthier every day.  I have spied something called a portion control plate, but since I am too much of tight wad, I will take the idea and draw invisible lines on my plate to fill it accordingly. Again….baby steps.

My daughter Katelyn, my coworker Diane, and I have loosely formed  a “Biggest Loser” competition at work.  We will weigh in on Thursdays, and use the formula to measure our losses.  There will now be a little money on the line, so the competition will be fierce.  You know you are good friends when each of you knows the others weights.  Of course, we all agree that anyone who reveals another’s weight in public will be severely dealt with…and hell hath no fury like a woman on a diet.  Today was weigh in day….and I lost 3 pounds from last week.  This amazes me because I really don’t feel like I have lost any weight at this point…..but I will take it.  I guess that just leaves 49.5 pounds by 55.  So here’s to another week of life long changes, and another week of fighting off the urges to eat when I am not hungry, and hopefully next Thursday I will have another loss to report.  Nobody said that life was easy, and I have faced challenges much worse than this I guess.  Wish me (us) luck ♥