I just learned that someone I really admired and loved passed away about a month ago. He was a FB friend, email friend, and co-blogger buddy. He led a very intriguing life and was about the wisest and smartest person I never met.
Dave and I talked about going to Maine...always wanted to go. But, we never made it.
Here is Mike's last post..as it turns out. No wonder he stopped answering my emails! RIP dear Mike. Ashes in the lake I hear? Perfect.
Mike's Mixed Memories
I'd also love to add a second favorite post by Mike...on staying in touch.
Burning Bridges Moving On
Cooking Schmooking... On Food. On Life.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 06, 2012
When the Cardiologist Speaks....I Listen (mostly)
No fried anything. No flour..not even almond or rice flour. Only lean meats and some fish. Non-starchy veggies. No sweet potatoes either. No bread. No pasta, of course. Not even gluten free. Some fruits. No alcohol...especially no beer. Nothing fermented. No Kim Chee?!
Yes..it's Paleo but Dr. Shah says he puts fat little apple shaped people (like me) on this plan because it's the only way to lose BELLY FAT. Weight Watchers has too much starch Melody... He also said "I was cool with Paleo before Paleo was cool". Love Dr. Shah.
I have gotten used to eating a lean hamburger in between crunchy lettuce leaves! I have learned to be creative with my veggies...experimenting with tons of salads that don't contain lettuce.
Nothing like a heart attack scare, a stint in the hospital, and an angiogram to make this woman a believer!!
I am told that when I reach my goal weight, I can begin to add some of my favorite things back into my diet. Like legumes. I love beans. Perhaps some pasta from time to time. Oh...and yes...I want some god damned mashed potatoes!!! (and some kim chee please)
Friday, September 28, 2012
Vulnerability and Intimacy--part 1 of 3
My daughter-in-law posted an adorable video of my 4 year-old grandson, Ethan, promising his mother that he'd always snuggle with her..when he's 14, and when he is 50. I am ashamed to admit that my first thoughts were negative. They had nothing to do with Ethan or my DIL...but were all about me and how I react to such intimate and vulnerable moments like that. Truth is....I thought it was the sweetest and most innocent video I'd ever seen. I hope it holds true! I'd wished my own mother would have said such things to me, even though I am an old turd.
I began to think about the most intimate and vulnerable moments I'd ever experienced. I thought about the birth of both of my boys. No question!
Most mom's can relate to the birthing experience. I was no different. Unfortunately, with my first son, Mike...the doctor was a dipwad. I was practically passed out by the time he arrived. He was bruised and unhappy..unable to nurse..and I was just 17. I am positive that it made a difference in the way we related to one another over the years. I have tons of guilt about it. I would walk down to the nursery and stare at him..all bruised and with the BIG head. I felt like a loser...but I looked at him and thought..wow, you are one tough little boy! I just kept thinking..."he is a part of me..my own blood".
He had the cutest smile, and had curly hair down his neck. I would just sit and rock him..did not want to put him down as I was afraid he wouldn't wake up. We'd both fall asleep in the rocker...and in the morning, I'd put him in his crib and get on with my morning..stopping to feed him and rock him. His dad worked out of town...his life story. I would often take Mikey to bed with me..and listen to his breath...so afraid he would stop breathing. I would even take him with me into the bathtub..making sure the water was not too warm..he would lay on my chest and belly. I don't know why? I just felt that way. I know I didn't get much sleep his first year!
I used to sing The Water Is Wide for Mikey...probably why he loves speed metal today!
I began to think about the most intimate and vulnerable moments I'd ever experienced. I thought about the birth of both of my boys. No question!
Most mom's can relate to the birthing experience. I was no different. Unfortunately, with my first son, Mike...the doctor was a dipwad. I was practically passed out by the time he arrived. He was bruised and unhappy..unable to nurse..and I was just 17. I am positive that it made a difference in the way we related to one another over the years. I have tons of guilt about it. I would walk down to the nursery and stare at him..all bruised and with the BIG head. I felt like a loser...but I looked at him and thought..wow, you are one tough little boy! I just kept thinking..."he is a part of me..my own blood".
He had the cutest smile, and had curly hair down his neck. I would just sit and rock him..did not want to put him down as I was afraid he wouldn't wake up. We'd both fall asleep in the rocker...and in the morning, I'd put him in his crib and get on with my morning..stopping to feed him and rock him. His dad worked out of town...his life story. I would often take Mikey to bed with me..and listen to his breath...so afraid he would stop breathing. I would even take him with me into the bathtub..making sure the water was not too warm..he would lay on my chest and belly. I don't know why? I just felt that way. I know I didn't get much sleep his first year!
I used to sing The Water Is Wide for Mikey...probably why he loves speed metal today!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
When Life Give's You Lemons..from a favorite blog
The Fifty Factor is one of my favorite blogs. I love how she writes..and this post really made my day! Please enjoy. The part about the old lady in the Micky D's parking lot just absolutely cracked me up!
http://www.thefiftyfactor.com/2012/09/lemons.html
http://www.thefiftyfactor.com/2012/09/lemons.html
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