OMG! Praise!

 

Gross, huh?

All I have to say is that I am not feeling like a Hickory Farm`s Summer sausage anymore. I could not take it so I ate something I shouldn't have. Chelsea had some left over pupusas with a very spicy slaw from Friday night. I ate that for lunch. I did not eat all of the slaw but enough to do it`s intended job. Yay to Salvadorian food!!

   I went out in the yard this morning with the dogs and it feels like early March out there. Where it is still cold but you can smell the green about to blossom. It was kind of misty out and there was dew on the grass.  Makes me want to read seed catalogs and dream.
Since the skull surgery brought my brain function back and I am more clear headed...no more scatterbrains, I am going to work very hard on the front bed that has been neglected for the past 3-4 years. I see two of those tall grass plants on either side and fill the middle in with I do not know what yet. Even the crows make me feel happy today. I am thinking of Spring. Once I get that mindset, I will feel that way as everyday get a bit longer, the sun shines a bit brighter, and the plants start to bring forth their leaves.
  Yesterday I cleaned the entire dining room, polished furniture, watered plants, scrubbed all four wooden tv trays of all stains and yuck, caught all the dust bunnies and set them free off the front porch,  washed the french door curtains and washed the 30 panes of glass in those doors. Looks good. I could do some more in here. Now, it is not a big fucking deal that I cleaned one room because jesus..I only cleaned one room. I have it in my brain to do way more but I have to take it easy so I do not hurt myself. Not only food hurts the gallbladder. Too much doing does too.

 I went out to dinner with my friend, A. Kind of a last hoorah for me in the food porn arena of eating.  We had combo plates of small steak (med rare) with a half rack of bbq ribs. I had mashed potatoes with a onion and gorganzola butter, upscale salad bar, and cup of French onion soup. So good! We both had dessert. I could not finish my slice of carrot cake. My gallbladder was hurting. Not an attack but oh girl you need to stop!

  Today is a new day. I am starting the path to better eating because I have to treat my liver well. It is the only one I have. For brunch today I have a small bowl with some grits, non dairy margarine, salt, pepper, one slice of cooked bacon crumbled, and 2 T of scrambled egg. The bacon is just a once in awhile thing. Fred opened a pack last night for baked mac and cheese so I used the rest this morning. The girls will eat it.

  As for today...I have to run to the co-op to get some supplies for Chelsea because I think she is sick. God I hope it is not the flu. Then I am going to super clean the living room, make an important phone call, and I have some ground chicken I am going to make into meatballs for dinner with some egg noodles. Yummy!

Happy Sunday!

Coffee hurts so good

First off, I would like to say that I am 44 years old today. Happy Birthday to Me!

Secondly, I would like to confirm the title that yes, coffee does hurt my gut. I do not know if it is the coffee, the cream, or the combination. But my stomach felt good this morning when I woke up. I have not even finished my first cup and it is hurting in the front and in my back. Gallbladder for one!

  Last night Fred and I went out to celebrate my birthday and our 20th wedding anniversary which is on the 9th.  I decided I wanted to go early to dinner because I did not know how I was going to feel later on. Dinner did hurt me. I did not eat my entire meal but a good portion of it. I had a couple sips of Fred`s cocktail and I did have sour cream on my potato. Steak was probably not the best thing for  me but I only ate half so I did less damage. LOL
    The casino was fun too. We did not win big but we had some fun winning and we walked away with each of us having some fun money for later on. We stopped at the Asian bakery, Fay Da Bakery to pick up some goodies. I wanted to try a pork bun. Fred and I are going to share it at lunch today. Even though our night ended at 830pm (when we got home), We did have a good time. I realized something about this gallbladder business. Doing things like being up and walking around, does effect how you feel in your gut and it wraps around to your back. Last night I was really thirsty, it was warm in the place, and they have Dunkin Donuts in the casino. Fred and I both got a medium iced coffee. It tasted really good. Fred finished his. I barely got to the halfway point on mine. That is not normal for me not to drink it down.
    That right there told me that I have to watch what I eat and drink for the next week or so until I get this straightened out. I have some people tell me that once I have the surgery, I will be able to eat whatever I want. I have a couple others that I think are being a bit more honest with me. They say that losing your gallbladder changes you. You have to watch what you eat in terms off all the stuff that made you sick when your gallbladder was sick. Fats, creams, cheeses, beef, pork, coffee, caffeine, etc. A very good friend had hers out when she was in her 20s. She has to be careful to this day (20 years later) of what she eats. And she told me the first year is the worst because everything runs thru you. And they do not tell you that you can gain weight. Like I need to gain more fucking weight. I think the reason some people gain weight is because before surgery, they were suffering from malabsorption. They were eating whatever and they either lost or didn't gain. After the surgery, they continued but because their shit was fixed, the calories stuck around instead of ending up in the sewer.
 I sit here and eat a handful of grapes and hope they do not hurt me. Fred and I are doing a joint effort today. I am going to cut up two whole chickens (chicken wings are extinct, I tell ya!) and he will bake the pieces in his special rub. I am going to bake a butter pecan cake with chocolate frosting, three layers. And we are going to have a relaxing Sunday. My two darlings are still sleeping. I guess I will not be getting any birthday love or slavery from them today. Hmmm

Bacon for Mother`s Day.

 

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That`s right. I got some bacon for Mother`s day. It was nice and crispy and made with love...by my husband. He and I went out to dinner last night for a pre-Mother`s day thing. I did not want to go out to eat today with all the grandmas with their Spring suits and corsages. So we snuck out last night, drove to Mystic, and had a nice Steak Loft steak. Yummy!

 So it is 953am and my darling daughters are still asleep. I have already washed some dishes and pans..to make it easier for Fred to cook our Mother`s Day breakfast. He called his Mother this morning and I have no idea what we are going to do today. I want some help with hanging a new smoke detector (ohhh so over the edge exciting!!!) or maybe we can finish priming our bedroom. We have not even come close to finishing that room. I want it to be done. 

   I was thinking about my Mother yesterday. She passed away 9 years ago at the age of 79 from complications of diabetes (type 2) and Parkinson`s disease.

  She was not a well woman for most of her adult life. She suffered from Bipolar disorder or back then it was called Manic Depression. It was unfortunate for her that she had to deal with that mental illness back in the 1950s-1970s. There was not much to offer in a way of help.

 So my childhood was not the best but I would not change a thing. It made me who I am. She took care of me. I was fed, clothed, cared for when ill, and brought up to adulthood. That is more then others can say. I knew she was not okay so I did not blame her.

I become sad on Mother`s Day. Not because I am forgotten or I did not get what I hoped for. It is just that I am 42 years old and I do not have a Mother. She is not there to answer questions.. "How long do you cook a 10 lb rump roast?" I have the same pain in the smart ass attitude that she had. The "I do not give a fuck what you think" way of living. I do care what people think but I can have days when I really do not give a fuck..hehehe

So today I am not going to give a fuck. It is MY day dammit. I am going to do and say whatever the hell I want to. Now I wonder what they got me for a gift????