I have just begun to watch this documentary and I’m already disgusted. I knew that food had been industrialized but wow! I’m so thankful for the large local movement in our area!
What are your thoughts? If you have seen the movie how has it affected your life?
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and an pink moms4moms cover.
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Once in a while her smile or orneriness will break through and I’ll see the Mommy I know but for the most part she is just in a lot of pain and there’s not much any of us can do besides hold her hand and wait for the doctors.
It’s so hard when you can’t understand the medical staff because of their thick accents. I have every fait that these men and women know what they’re doing but when you can’t understand what they are explaining to you, you can’t help but feel completely lost. It just adds to my feelings of helplessness. If my dad weren’t here I’m not sure what I’d do. I truly cannot understand most of what they are saying.
I try not to think about what’s going on. I know I’m an emotional eater and tonight I gave in to some chocolate peanut butter ice cream. I didn’t eat all of it but I did have some. I was thinking with every bite that the reason I was eating it was for comfort, but I really didn’t care.
The hotel we have found ourselves living in has a room with a bicycle and three treadmills, but it’s always locked. There is also a minuscule pool and a hot tub that will scald your skin off your body. I try to get a walk on the beach every day but today it was raining so there was no walk. I did get in the pool and do some leg exercises and some crunches in the hotel room. Does that count?
The days are going by in a blur and I can hardly keep up with what day it is or whether it’s day or night. Every room, the ICU room and the hotel room, has light blocking curtains so no light gets in to tell us if it’s 10am or 10pm. The only thing that keeps me somewhat aware of the time are the phone calls from Aaron and the girls.
I miss my husband and my beautiful girls. It’s so hard to go through something like this and not have the man I love beside me to hang onto. I love him for going to school to better our family and I completely understand the need to go to class and I support it 100% but I can’t help but wish it were spring break or summer vacation. I miss Samantha’s jabbering and stubbornness and I miss Madison’s sweet smiles in the mornings. I miss Aaron being contrary just for the sake of being contrary, although he tries to keep that up over the phone.
I love my friends and family for praying for us and encouraging us.
Aaron tells me about two hours ago that he would like me to come watch his 5k race at Southern Adventist University. Like a good wife I showed up and came out to the starting tent.
A friend of ours helped organize the race and told me I was sitting in a perfectly safe place.
I watched the runners line up. Directly in front of me. I still hoped they wouldn’t be aboutto trample me.
Then they began.
An I shot a few pics, still hoping not to get run over. Then I ducked as a guy jumped over me. And I kept my head down.
Thanks Darin.
Pic to come later.
I have a couple of design/computer books up for grabs.
Adobe Illustrator CS2, Flash 8, Dreamweaver 8, InDesign CS2, Photoshop Tips & Tricks, Illustration, Graphic Design Solutions, Idea Index….
If you would like any/all just let me know. Free. If I need to ship them all I ask is for the cost of shipping via PayPal.
Thanks!
Depending on what else I find, you may get a couple of extras if you want any of them. 😉
Madison is slowly getting more control over her appendages. She gets such a concentrated look on her face, though, that it makes me laugh.
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| “I know that goes in my mouth….” |
I think I’m slowing losing my mind. 🙂
For those of you who don’t know (and who care) we have moved into our own apartment on Prospect Church Road. I’m not posting the address because I might not want you to come! Text me if you’d like to visit. It’s a disaster area right now. However, if you’d like to help haul some boxes and such I’m happy to pay in brownies or dinner.
It’s not a big apartment but it’s ours. We have a tiny little living room, a nice patio, two good sized bedrooms, a strange shaped bathroom and a large laundry room. We are minutes from family and friends (really not any further away than before).
Samantha is having a hard time with the transition. Poor kid keeps waking up in the middle of the night and running down the hall in her sleep. Last night she was basically running into the walls and crying. Makes me sad but I kinda have to chuckle. She looks so disgruntled.
I have so much help. So many things going on.
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| Helper #1 (who drove me to the Excedrin mentioned below) |
Helper #1 (aka Samantha) had had horns today. I understand that the transition is a challenge for a toddler but is it OK for me to stick her in one of our empty boxes for a while? Maybe ship her to her Aunt Heather in Taiwan? She drove me to both Extreme Moose Tracks ice cream and Excedrin today. Nap time was enough to drive me to …. the loony bin.
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| Helper #2 |
Helper #2 (aka Madison), on the other hand, went right to sleep and slept for 2 hours straight without a peep. Now, if only I could get them to coordinate their naps…
Such are the fantasies of a mother…
So, on to the tour of the destruction…
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| Anybody want some boxes? That’s part of our patio. |
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| That’s the disaster that I have to turn into a living room. |
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| And…the kitchen table. |
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| And…the laundry room. |
So, the moral of the story is this. Don’t go grocery shopping when you’re emotionally upset.
My intention was to go get milk and veggies. I came back with chocolate milk, Double Stuff Oreos, swiss cake rolls and Starbucks ice cream. I also got some normal food but all in all it was a horribly junk-food loaded shopping experience. I’m tired of people in the house complaining about not having food in the house, despite the loaded cabinets. What they mean is that there’s nothing that can be nuked in 2 minutes.
I’ve been MIA from this blog for nearly a month. I have no good excuses. Life just got in the way. My mom was in ICU with pneumonia for a week in Florida (not a way I’d suggest spending your vacation, by the way) and the the last two weeks have been spent with at least one person in the house sick.
So. Now that my excuses have been made, here are my updates.
As soon as I got home from Florida, knowing that my mom would be alright and would be discharged in a few days, I went through every piece of food in our house and tossed anything with high fructose syrup in it. I was amazed and horrified at how much stuff we had with that crap in it.
I also picked up a new book, Healthy Bread in 5 Minutes a Day and have started making my own bread. I just couldn’t keep it up when I tried the traditional methods and this method gives such great results I can’t find a reason to do it the “old fashioned” way.
Aaron and I chose to sell our gaming systems in favor of spending more time outside with Samantha and Madison. We’ve started taking walks with the girls in their little red wagon and Samantha is loving it. When the weather is nice we take her to the playground. It’s so much fun to go outside with her and watch her discover stuff. Exercise is just a fringe benefit.
Starting next week my mom and I will be going to water aerobics 2-3 times a week. She promised Heather, my middle sister who moved to Taiwan, that she’d follow through.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised that by cutting out the crap with HFCS and eating more homemade meals (which equals more fresh fruits and veggies) I’ve managed to drop another 5 lbs. Not a huge amount but I’ve basically done nothing more than start cooking with the stove instead of the microwave. I’ve found some spectacular recipes in the process.
I’ve also found a new blog that I fell in love with. Please check out The Pioneer Woman. She cracks me up on a regular basis and I’m always learning something new from her. Of all the people I’ve “met” through their blogs, I’d love to sit down to dinner with her and her “punks”. They sound like a real down-to-earth family.
In Search of Skinny Jeans 