tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95801552024-03-13T16:08:41.280-05:00Brain Soup For The Dysfunctional Soul...or <i>Being a matte lipstick in a world full of glosses.</i> Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.comBlogger1206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-50865713808149282702022-02-13T14:12:00.000-06:002022-02-13T14:12:42.318-06:00THE END OF YOUR TWENTIES IS ONE YEAR CLOSER TODAY<p> I have been <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-quarter-of-century-poof_14.html" target="_blank">re-sharing the (mostly) same blog post on this day</a> for about 16 years now.</p>I KNOW.<br />Most of you have memorized this story already, but if you're new, here's the what in a nutshell:<br />Twins born 3 and a half months early, at 24 weeks, weighing in at just over a pound each.<br />Ears folded down like little weird bats; scrawny red with wizened little monkey faces, undeveloped lungs and ventilators which scarred those tiny lungs, head bleeds (Grade I and Grade IV), 6 months in NICU, first 2 or 3 Christmases and Thanksgiving in the hospital with RSV, multiple & severe disabilities including CP, MR, developmental delays; COPD, ROP, Cor Pulmonale; eye surgeries for crossed eyes and retinopathy of prematurity, hernia surgeries, central lines, perc lines, keloid scars from all the poking and pricking and blood drawing and transfusions; heart holes and murmurs and seizure disorders; failure to thrive and lots of other things with letters and also thrush and a tiny arm broken simply by changing a shirt.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzC_jvLQuyM64ysd4IsM9Jdb97ILpS22G5siBwz5YInAJ5wd4WMzB9e_cAyEP2CbvBHlKz8JY6aZ_Edv2nD3bIqioiIQP5fvXXrgD6q7hwPWAfEwTC2lxcPou-DPYT2RrO1xpfA/s640/204.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzC_jvLQuyM64ysd4IsM9Jdb97ILpS22G5siBwz5YInAJ5wd4WMzB9e_cAyEP2CbvBHlKz8JY6aZ_Edv2nD3bIqioiIQP5fvXXrgD6q7hwPWAfEwTC2lxcPou-DPYT2RrO1xpfA/s320/204.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgmShbmf7ilVAPvYb9on4pxQgVkfkiRf2bV_dRCjJRdD98SF8phKU7NZSHcBOWAqJ-Osx-CaW7PAOySk0UGFKpWfi8ojZnXq0-D41Wzpq9qmDGEFwxdaCTqm1qWbTASo88S8YHQ/s639/211.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="639" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgmShbmf7ilVAPvYb9on4pxQgVkfkiRf2bV_dRCjJRdD98SF8phKU7NZSHcBOWAqJ-Osx-CaW7PAOySk0UGFKpWfi8ojZnXq0-D41Wzpq9qmDGEFwxdaCTqm1qWbTASo88S8YHQ/s320/211.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxh6Qg11IFvN3J9N92XOI_71tX50prPrwR8A1phWLEKZI2tI9vo9_s2qI35Y8WQMlR2mhQ8dKm_73TJoVmJrR9zLBdBnhyxaRBfkkcElY3A5Nbha5amqgx24GvsIVpYELdI2rwcQ/s639/212.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="639" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxh6Qg11IFvN3J9N92XOI_71tX50prPrwR8A1phWLEKZI2tI9vo9_s2qI35Y8WQMlR2mhQ8dKm_73TJoVmJrR9zLBdBnhyxaRBfkkcElY3A5Nbha5amqgx24GvsIVpYELdI2rwcQ/s320/212.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I am convinced I have PTSD and probably so do the kids. It's been a long and challenging road for all of us - and for about 23 of the 27 years I've been doing this solo. I have not been a great mom, or even mediocre if truth be told. After all these years I still have not a single clue what I'm doing.<br />DESPITE THAT <strike>and doing things like convincing my daughter to take a bite of dog biscuit which was funny AF I don't care what you say</strike>, THESE KIDS ARE PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWyKGX60-9focrybCA5hg78cFUtFoWjgOTlUNkeHr4W7oqaD_PFUDLnzR7Ey44qMHGJAj8KpYDY-N4c17gBAv0JNReHmwQsrQ-oufA5Wdei9-FwmFPZRv5NG_yIJQobhJduWfbg/s667/86c9b27e-868b-4f44-a2c2-d8e9bbbdfe24.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWyKGX60-9focrybCA5hg78cFUtFoWjgOTlUNkeHr4W7oqaD_PFUDLnzR7Ey44qMHGJAj8KpYDY-N4c17gBAv0JNReHmwQsrQ-oufA5Wdei9-FwmFPZRv5NG_yIJQobhJduWfbg/s320/86c9b27e-868b-4f44-a2c2-d8e9bbbdfe24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I mean sure, Joshua is still like a baby because he can't talk or walk or crawl or sit up alone, has to be diapered and hand fed. He does communicate pretty well when he's unhappy though! But when he's warbling to the teevee and making himself giggle...well, there's not a more delightful, happier, sweeter sound in the entire world.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bOaGiLZcnQ-xmxeyoCkOTNwD1GxdmRzPeHhqCEUAM68zRQH0Ej9Tuh-HI6XYBJetL_Al8xNeUHGppqFr1gqi_B2IYyOZi8ZItlpQFmZFUc5HUi5b_Le0sQ1I8j5GUtq5niv_ZA/s360/4ead1f86-3378-4589-b72d-b53ac43de2e1_zps0515a2ec.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="283" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bOaGiLZcnQ-xmxeyoCkOTNwD1GxdmRzPeHhqCEUAM68zRQH0Ej9Tuh-HI6XYBJetL_Al8xNeUHGppqFr1gqi_B2IYyOZi8ZItlpQFmZFUc5HUi5b_Le0sQ1I8j5GUtq5niv_ZA/s320/4ead1f86-3378-4589-b72d-b53ac43de2e1_zps0515a2ec.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowVseD207ILqDxPyby5siqhQlV3YyoQA2aQHqiAmSFW19KsUslKkK6xRp6V5OW5LUw2MDai9KZzugXviPYPddXR7hRajnCFLNpNl4mMBdgrWaIc6sj2z3bYFAtmFzjLwfw7dqdA/s640/208.jpg" style="display: block; 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But I could never have asked for a better daughter. Her brother and I couldn't make it through the day- or life, really - without her help. She provides for her family without complaint. Without her help in caring for Josh, I wouldn't have made it through - she is the reason I can get a day off now and then, especially since some recent health concerns of my own. She handles her shit. She handles MY shit. (No, I do not make her handle Joshua's shit because lort knows that even turns MY stomach sometimes).<br />She reminds me to take my meds, she helps take my BP on the daily, she goes with me to the doctor when possible to take notes because lately I find myself easily overwhelmed. I could not be prouder or love her any more, and I can't even take credit for how she's turned out. She is caring and thoughtful and affectionate (I am none of those), she is a hard worker with an excellent work ethic, and she always knows right when I need a hug.<br />(although she still doesn't have a driver's license and OMG SHE IS SO LIKE MY MOTHER IN SO MANY WAYS)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XoAVafuhu04kaQz2N0hvOq7szn43CWYSvQzyfv2waXGbOqvDdyfAZPR-1fM7KwKfQbR1n363AbwVghwXEdx5_-i8QpDDe7j5hTjK9U8w8fD51gy0ZxCypT-1bZi2rT-3wTBO8w/s282/601f32c4-c433-4388-be4f-3efa33416f26_zps0bd7f872.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="282" data-original-width="217" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XoAVafuhu04kaQz2N0hvOq7szn43CWYSvQzyfv2waXGbOqvDdyfAZPR-1fM7KwKfQbR1n363AbwVghwXEdx5_-i8QpDDe7j5hTjK9U8w8fD51gy0ZxCypT-1bZi2rT-3wTBO8w/s320/601f32c4-c433-4388-be4f-3efa33416f26_zps0bd7f872.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbbkpr6fY62NuQo1BAwsVLF0nfn0Hi-RoazmI6Nqq9v0Hxd9KnTNPodG9AXe-zHa2VHObiLP0BExSksjNnR5n-sotT7KSUmudsMzM2xNHcZfE4AL2WITq8S3u_ZMQpwxPVKHE4g/s300/28534415-334b-4300-9548-edf471825b54_zps37b44fd0+%25281%2529.jpg" style="display: block; 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padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1064" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4_O0kwXsZdoN1ypjUllLJus1rqrpI7beVENEkXZjM2fOgYqs6BKK-vQCUAMJu5-xRrbYSdZWOgCZ9MrcTIwQBTlAy6hKgYqiXNdogaPX_sinHA14QGDj5YoR9tVyC0msxdFxmQ/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br />At the end of the day, I recognize the struggle that both of them have made to cling to life, how they've helped raise me as a mother as much as I ever helped raise them, and I fall to my knees and thank God for their existence on this earth and in my life. I am proud to be their mother, I am grateful for the lessons they've taught me, and I love them bigger than the universe. 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He's all NO PAPARAZZI like Brad Garrett or Kanye.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAhzjgdn_KsBYDo66rU_wFzGFSp8MjtNjLCT7cBzSmeokOk9XWJ0pe2O0eeUO2P5hYJpXK4EkVC7XQOJ46DFW9v-vGK9MOCgE0O_auf7ZHzBCRPZSBMGahp4jJGBzV8_4Dt1hs7LtcOk4E7C0ol99gRNdZ8b8FpE8xwDl3yGPUncULbeJ5Yiw=s570" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="570" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAhzjgdn_KsBYDo66rU_wFzGFSp8MjtNjLCT7cBzSmeokOk9XWJ0pe2O0eeUO2P5hYJpXK4EkVC7XQOJ46DFW9v-vGK9MOCgE0O_auf7ZHzBCRPZSBMGahp4jJGBzV8_4Dt1hs7LtcOk4E7C0ol99gRNdZ8b8FpE8xwDl3yGPUncULbeJ5Yiw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But then he had a piece of birthday cake (FIRST TIME EVER! Because I finally undumbed myself enough to think of finding a dairy free cake recipe) and I got a ... decent pic.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDmuO5_jbU48TyXDCjBD1es8XDXoNdXZQjmPBabwtocjJC8vNOy26BRhvdGP2L-C0C9wT9OqgNNz4VXjkI5EIhVJaPWjo7DNRuXgYZNrrzPgiUGUeZFkiewifpCMzfdZsBet-Cf16a9ZA-Z09i8KdFY2acro7gIbbI09xkTysEe_kMAxDg-VE=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDmuO5_jbU48TyXDCjBD1es8XDXoNdXZQjmPBabwtocjJC8vNOy26BRhvdGP2L-C0C9wT9OqgNNz4VXjkI5EIhVJaPWjo7DNRuXgYZNrrzPgiUGUeZFkiewifpCMzfdZsBet-Cf16a9ZA-Z09i8KdFY2acro7gIbbI09xkTysEe_kMAxDg-VE=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy 27!!! Mommy is old AF. THANKS. </div>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-45650357018527350382021-12-31T15:55:00.011-06:002022-01-01T08:32:56.687-06:00Happy might be too much to ask, I'm aiming for Okayish New YearThe past year, well, it's been challenging, to say the least.<br><br>
I lost my bio-father to covid, because he refused vaccination even after he promised he would get it and I'm still angry about that.
Also his wife & my half-sister & her family have apparently decided that my kids (and I) are non-existent so fuck those guys.<br><br>
Yes, clearly I'm still struggling with rage issues about the whole situation.<br><br>
Holidays this year have been bizzare and have left me with some emptiness in my heart, and then the empty fills with anger and off we go again.<br><br>
I AM TRYING.<br>
Also I really really hate being forced into membership with so many of you, in the Lost Parent Club.<br>
What sucks is that once you're in, you're in for life, which is ironic because death is what qualified you to get in. <br><br>
The dark-humored joke at my house is that hey, at least I've got a spare (dad).
<br><br><br>
In the past year...<br>
I have been diagnosed with diabetes, lipodermatasclerosis, high blood pressure, anemia, hypothyroid (unshocking because I had Grave's disease and had to take a radioactive pill to kill my thyroid), and a few other little lesser issues.<br>
I had to have an ultrasound on my heart and my legs.<br>
I could not walk properly, it was like my thigh muscles had forgotten how to work. I had to use a walker or at least a cane just to move around the house.<br><br>
Also in the past year...<br>
I have brought my A1C blood sugar down from 9.8 to 6.6<br>
I have lost 98 lbs.<br>
My blood pressure has come down from redline stroke zone to pretty near perfect.<br>
Dumped 2 of my blood pressure meds, cut down on my iron pills.<br>
I can get around without a walker and only need the cane if I'm doing a lot of walking, just as a balance precaution<br><br>
So as you can see, it's been a very uppy-downy, twisty-turny, rough and bumpy ride, with all the screaming and nausea you'd expect from the worst roller coaster ever.<br><br>
AAAND to top off the Suckfest that is 2021, my girl Betty White just died - and she only could've timed it better if it was 11:59PM tonight. <br>RIP, you magnificent woman.
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All the self-pitying bullshit aside, I do have a plan for 2020Too.<br>
I mean mostly it's DON'T HEADSTAB ANYONE, but baby steps, right?<br><br>
Now go forth and celebrate in small, safe groups, don't drink and drive, buckle your seatbelt, wear a mask, and GET YOUR GD VACCINATION and BOOSTER. <br>
Don't die of stupid because I will NOT forgive you.<br><br>
<center><i><b>Have a very Okayish New Year!</b></i></center> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjD-AB3JbZ7lLnxmGqKhAGMM_ROlNMmU45ltidP5TLiOR2mlei_nWo6MInqemPqKXGXr_lqlIBJm42MyvqG6aiaGn86x9TVr_hLrGAwvZ6zZJZ0XEpl0UO8OfU3sXNCQC1jqbKBXXNgBEJ6KSuAUvvUpBHjt4yjd-xctlhheQnIL-iVf3iUCFE=s1932" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="1932" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjD-AB3JbZ7lLnxmGqKhAGMM_ROlNMmU45ltidP5TLiOR2mlei_nWo6MInqemPqKXGXr_lqlIBJm42MyvqG6aiaGn86x9TVr_hLrGAwvZ6zZJZ0XEpl0UO8OfU3sXNCQC1jqbKBXXNgBEJ6KSuAUvvUpBHjt4yjd-xctlhheQnIL-iVf3iUCFE=s320"/></a></div>
Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-11268474142511391302021-02-13T15:23:00.001-06:002021-02-13T15:23:24.102-06:00You've come a long way, baby. Er, babies. I know you don't think it's possible that I have 26 year old twins, especially since I don't look a day over, like, 30-ish, right? Because 50-something is the new 30-something. I think I read that in a meme or gif by some rando internet person so it MUST BE TRUE. <br>
Also? OH EM GEE I GAVE BIRTH TO THESE THINGS WHEN I WAS THEIR AGE NOW. <br>
It's a surreal feeling because they are still such BABIES. <br><br>
I have been <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-quarter-of-century-poof_14.html" target="_blank">re-sharing the (mostly) same blog post on this day</a> for about 15 years now. <br>
I KNOW.<br>
Most of you have memorized this story already, but if you're new, here's the what in a nutshell:<br>
Twins born 3 and a half months early, at 24 weeks, weighing in at just over a pound each.<br>
Ears folded down like little weird bats; scrawny red with wizened little monkey faces, undeveloped lungs and ventilators which scarred those tiny lungs, head bleeds (Grade I and Grade IV), 6 months in NICU, first 2 or 3 Christmases and Thanksgiving in the hospital with RSV, multiple & severe disabilities including CP, MR, developmental delays; COPD, ROP, Cor Pulmonale; eye surgeries, hernia surgeries, central lines, perc lines, keloid scars from all the poking and pricking and blood drawing and transfusions; heart holes and murmurs and seizure disorders; failure to thrive and lots of other things with letters and also thrush and a tiny arm broken simply by changing a shirt.<br>
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I am convinced I have PTSD and probably so do the kids. It's been a long and challenging road for all of us - and for about 23 of the 26 years I've been doing this solo.
I have not been a great mom, or even mediocre if truth be told. After all these years I still have not a single clue what I'm doing. <br>
DESPITE THAT <strike>and doing things like convincing my daughter to take a bite of dog biscuit which was funny AF I don't care what you say</strike>, THESE KIDS ARE PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME.<br>
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I mean sure, Joshua is still like a baby because he can't talk or walk or crawl or sit up alone, has to be diapered and hand fed. He does communicate pretty well when he's unhappy though! But when he's warbling to the teevee and making himself giggle...well, there's not a more delightful, happier, sweeter sound in the entire world.
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And Rebecca...sometimes we're far more adversarial than mother/daughter. But I could never have asked for a better daughter. Her brother and I couldn't make it through the day- or life, really - without her help. She provides for her family without complaint. Without her help in caring for Josh, I wouldn't have made it through - she is the reason I can get a day off now and then, especially since some recent health concerns of my own. She handles her shit. She handles MY shit. (No, I do not make her handle Joshua's shit because lort knows that even turns MY stomach sometimes).
<br> She reminds me to take my meds, she helps take my BP on the daily, she goes with me to the doctor when possible to take notes because lately I find myself easily overwhelmed.
I could not be prouder or love her any more, and I can't even take credit for how she's turned out. She is caring and thoughtful and affectionate (I am none of those), she is a hard worker with an excellent work ethic, and she always knows right when I need a hug. <br>
(although she still doesn't have a driver's license and OMG SHE IS SO LIKE MY MOTHER IN SO MANY WAYS)
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At the end of the day, I recognize the struggle that both of them have made to cling to life, how they've helped raise me as a mother as much as I ever helped raise them, and I fall to my knees and thank God for their existence on this earth and in my life. I am proud to be their mother, I am grateful for the lessons they've taught me, and I love them bigger than the universe. If you know them, you're the lucky one.
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Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-51854718978182443082021-01-26T19:51:00.000-06:002021-01-26T19:51:00.664-06:00Words Get In the WayPart of the problem with hating to be a whiner and trying to rarely complain about health issues is that when you really really really really really need to talk about it, you don't know how.<br>
You don't know how to start.<br>
You don't know how to ask someone to listen. I mean seriously, who actually loves to hear a litany of someone else's health complaints? I don't. <br>
I mean if you're sick, sorry, wish I could help but I can't. I can't be there in person in most cases. I can't drop by with homemade chicken soup. I can't pet your head and say "there there." <br>
I don't want you to feel that way about me. I don't want you to worry, I don't want to feel like an inconvenience, I don't want to bore you if you just don't care.<br><br>
On the other hand, I want you to pet me on the head and say "there there." I want you to hug me and comfort me and tell me I'm going to be fine.<br>
But I don't know how to talk about it. I don't know if I should be more concerned or less. <br>
Yet the thought of pity freaks me out and sympathy makes me awkward. <br><br>
**AS FAR AS I KNOW IT IS NOT THE BIG C so cross that off the list for the moment. That may be the ONE thing that isn't broken. <br><br>
But I am overwhelmed and scared and depressed. I'm confused with all the things. <br>
I feel lost and alone and, for one of the few times, really lonely.<br>
I don't know what to do.<br>
So don't say anything. Don't ask me although I want to be asked, because I really have to process everything first myself, plus I'm not sure about anything at the moment.<br><br>
I just wanted to tell you. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/OKIs86NhVno" frameborder="0"></iframe>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-24596725931010243792020-11-02T00:14:00.000-06:002020-11-02T00:14:02.451-06:00To summarize: <p> Every once in a while you just want to be somebody's, anybody's, Number One Person.</p><p><br /></p><p>I mean, other than "feared" or "hated" or "enemy." <br />I got that covered.</p>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-40200750755046266642020-09-04T20:56:00.015-05:002020-09-05T01:51:45.710-05:00DISNEY: Behind The Magic Curtain<div>Reasons why I will never understand your Disney obsessions. </div><div>I mean seriously, SO MUCH EVIL and DARK MAGIC. <br />I mean people who won't even let their kids read Harry Potter or Charlie Bone because of all the magic CLEARLY HAVE NEVER SEEN A DISNEY MOVIE.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Beauty and the Beast.</div>
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Beast: Lookit, I know you're a prisoner here and all but srsly look at me. Frankly the only way I can get girls is kidnapping and imprisonment. But hey, you can roam freely except the west wing.<br />#HumanTrafficking<br />
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Belle: What's in the west wing? (besides that awesome show with Martin Sheen and<a href="https://twitter.com/RobLowe" target="_blank"> Rob Lowe</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MRJoshuaMalina/" target="_blank">Joshua Malina</a> and the delightful & delicious #PretendBoyfriend <a href="https://twitter.com/BradleyWhitford" target="_blank">Bradley Whitford</a>)<br />
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Beast: IT IS FORBIDDEN! I know, I know, I should just say HEY that's my personal area where I live and there's a giant litterbox I'm embarrassed of and also I DO NOT LIKE PEOPLE TOUCHING MY STUFF OKAY? But doy, I'm stupid and sort of a bully.<br />
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Belle: Well I do what I want and get away with it because you know I'm so beautiful and everyone thinks that and I'm such a rebel Ima go get all up in your stuff and touch everything and possibly ruin a whooooole bunch of lives in the process so SUCK IT BITCHBEAST.<br />#Privilege #Entitlement <br />
Also EW #BESTIALITY.<br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">And then there's Snow White.</span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Evil Queen: Hey dude, go do a murder for me on this girl just because she's pretty. Here's a fancy jewelry box to put her heart in. I'm sure it will leak blood all over your stuff and start to smell but idc.</span></span></div>
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Huntsman: Here's your heart. And hey here's a big platter of fresh bacon and ham and pork chops. <br />Totally unrelated and coincidental.</span></div><div>
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LATER.</span></div><div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">FIRST of all, bitch goes breaking and entering and then immediately starts criticizing the housekeeping. Then she makes all the animals do the hard jobs that require THUMBS while she sweeps the floor and twirls around like Billy Madison's kindergarten teacher la la laing.</span><span face=""> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "segoe ui historic", "segoe ui", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div></div><div>
Then some rando guy claiming princehood rides through the forest and finds a DEAD LADY IN A GLASS BOX and thinks, "Hmm, she's still so pretty and looks reasonably fresh so I GOTTA GET ME SOME OF THAT!"<br />
So then she comes back to life - ZOMBIE - and probably will end up eating his brain and/or flesh at some point which really is no more than he deserves because EW #NECROPHILIAC #PERVY #GROSSTASTIC<br />
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Little Spoiled Brat of the Sea. Daddy issues, anyone?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ariel: OH HAI yeah I'm up on the surface of the ocean freaking people out so WHAT OF IT MIND YOUR BUSINESS. My pops has like 22 other spawngirls to worry about and I'm the baby so I do what I want anyway and it's no wonder mom took off and prolly faked her own death by pretending to be caught by a fish net.</div><div>Say, I wonder why I'm all alone when I have a fafillion sisters? Oh well they're bitches anyways.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Flounder: Um I'm pretty sure I saw a shark and you know they're not scared of fishpeople.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ariel: SHUT YOUR BLOWHOLE, guppy, you're stupid and a baby.</div><div>OH FUCK SHARK SHARK SHARK!</div><div><br /></div><div>Big Daddy: I WILL DESTROY ALL THESE THINGS BECAUSE YOU FINALLY NEED SOME DISCIPLINE IN YOUR LIFE FOR THE FIRST TIME.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ariel: I AM 16 AND IN LOVE AND I WILL MARRY THAT FREAKING PRINCE OVER YOUR DEAD BODY IDC. #Selfish #Self-absorbed</div><div><br /></div><div>Prince Eric: Oh goody, a mute girl. Perfect ending to a suckass week.</div><div>OH BUT I LOVE YOU NOW BECAUSE YOU CAN DRIVE A CART.<br />You are 16, I am 18, older and wiser - I'll take care of you (pretend it's the gazebo scene from Sound of Music)</div><div><br /></div><div>#StatutoryRape #KingEnabler #NeedParentalPermissionToMarry</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lion King</div><div><br /></div><div>Nala: OH EM GEE lookie who's here, all growed up! HEY, sorry your dad got like, murdered and stuff and we pretty much abandoned you to your death, but remember what a heinous little arrogant asshole you were as a kid? And almost getting us killed? Good times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Simba: I SEE DEAD LIONS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nala: Well we're starving and too scared to eat the nasty hyenas. Plus they're creepy AF. </div><div><br /></div><div>Simba: "Pride" of lions MY ASS, you pussy cats can't even take down some hyenas and a gross old scarred up murder lion. NICE. </div><div>Fine, Ima just go BURN THAT MOTHERFUCKER DOWN. Bye Nalicia.</div><div>If you survive, we should hook up after. <br /><br /></div><div>#Murder #HostileTakeover #ChildEndangerment #Arson</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pocahontas.<br /><br />Ugh. Just no. </div><div>"Conquering" Whitey taking advantage of and killing Native Americans and spreading his diseases I'm sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>#Privilege #Entitlement #Genocide</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Peter Pan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tinkerbell? High toned grade-A bitch. And turncoat, betraying her "beloved" poster child for Arrested Development Peter to Hook just to get back at him because she so jealous.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wendy? Drama queen. And perpetual "victim". OOOO PEETAH! BOOHOOHOO! HELP ME! HELP ME! </div><div>Mermaids? Shrewish, mean-spirited harpies with murderous intent.</div><div><br /></div><div>And Peter? Grandstanding show off. And a <i>total</i> playa. Plus he likes to hit the hash pipe & I'm pretty sure the "magic dust" is PCP because it makes you think you can fly.<br />I begin to feel some small twist of sympathy for Captain Hook because srsly adulting is HARD and kids are ASSHOLES. And HE GOT HIS HAND BITTEN OFF OH EM GEE WTAF.</div><div><br /></div><div>#amputee #Kidnapping #Drugs</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping Beauty</div><div><br /></div><div>Maleficent: GEE, you'd think you'd remember I am the MAGYCKEST PERSON IN THIS HEMISPHERE and make sure I get invited to all the parties. Just for that, your little snotface brat is going to prick her finger on a spinning wheel and DIE.<br />#MURDERS<br /><br />King: HA! Well your invitation must have got lost in the mail, but you so cray if you think my daughter is ever going to do manual labor like spinning stuff. So whatever. Also you smell like rotten egg farts.</div><div>Also just in case WE ARE GOING TO BURN EVERY SPINNING WHEEL IN THE COUNTRY so there. <br />#Arson </div><div><br /></div><div>Rumplestiltskin: SON OF A BITCH. Dude you are ruining my whole storyline!<br />*stomps out to go hide a spinning wheel*</div><div><br /></div><div>Briar Rose: WTF no one ever even calls me by name. Like that David Allen Coe song. <br />Also HEY LOOK A THING WITH A WHEEL AND POINTY STICK SO LET ME JUST TOUCH THE SHARP END!</div><div><br /></div><div>100 Years Later <br />**EDITED FOR DISNEY PURISTS: Okay, so the original fairy tale was a hundred year sleep, the Disney version had Flora, Fauna & Merryweather to break the Prince out of Maleficent's gaol and then still go kiss the apparently dead chick.<br /><br /></div><div>Prince: wow, I wonder what is in that castle surrounded by brambles? Lemme just go look.</div><div>WOW. DEAD GIRL BUT SHE LOOKS SO PRESERVED. I GOTTA KISS HER.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKbs1f3atPv8OaNnFe3LEb_qS-YjHpX3uPv2N83ZBqIdcmBKsoqhtF4dwcMH7aZ9Hedg9H3jC0iEwtoPHpzBt-0Aq6mNSLiBylIwRTQKEzxQxPHJouowsCuSTskgzbgzkRSteGA/s272/EgElHHuXgAMOTAD.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKbs1f3atPv8OaNnFe3LEb_qS-YjHpX3uPv2N83ZBqIdcmBKsoqhtF4dwcMH7aZ9Hedg9H3jC0iEwtoPHpzBt-0Aq6mNSLiBylIwRTQKEzxQxPHJouowsCuSTskgzbgzkRSteGA/s0/EgElHHuXgAMOTAD.png" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh goody, another necrophiliac. ARE YOU SEEING A PATTERN HERE?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi: Say mom, how come all the other kids have a dad? And oh yeah PS thanks for the lame-ass stripper name.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi's mom: Oh, yeah, "Great Prince of the Forest." PFFFT RIGHT. More like Deadbeat Dad. Sweetie, have you ever heard the phrase "humped and dumped?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Gunshot. Dead Mom. #MURDER<br />Also WTF HUNTER THERE WERE SOME 10 POINT BUCKS RIGHT THERE AND YOU SHOT A DOE I HOPE THE GAME WARDEN FINES YOUR ASS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi: YOU KILLED MY MOM YOU BASTARD SO NOW I AM GOING TO AMASS AN ARMY AND WE ARE GOING ALL UP IN YOUR GARDENS AND EATING YOUR VEG AND PLANTS SO SUCK IT HUMANS!</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi's dad: GD IT. What the hell. I guess you'll have to come with me now. Just keep quiet and don't bug me or you're out of here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambi + Faline</div><div><br /></div><div>FIRE FIRE FIRE. #Arson</div><div><br /></div><div>2 New fawns: Momma, how come all the other kids have a dad?</div><div>Faline: Darlings, have you ever heard the term "humped and dumped?"</div><div><br /></div><div>New Prince of the Forest Bambi waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off in the distance.</div><div><br /></div><div>#Abandonment #ChildEndangerment</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Just wait until I'm ready to reveal Old Yeller.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until then, have a day. Now go away.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-41912277167264063422020-07-31T01:55:00.004-05:002020-07-31T01:58:41.503-05:00Let's weekend together!With the whole Covid #DeathFest, we've (mostly)(the smart ones) been following the rules and taking precautions and staying home more, and a lot of people have missed out on vacations and such.<br />We've missed our ComicCons and Fan Expos and weekend getaways and road trips and adventures.<div>Even me, and you know I barely can leave the house anyway except that once or twice a year when I would get a free weekend AWAY. Away from kids, from diapers, from home.</div><div>I MISS IT. My last adventure was like FOUR WHOLE years ago!</div><div><br /></div><div>So this weekend, come with me to relive my last few adventures. </div><div>Seriously, it's one of the few happy-making things I've got right now, and they're all "tl;dr" and full of pictures with captions.</div><div><br /></div><div>HEY AT LEAST IT IS SOMETHING TO DO OTHER THAN NAVEL-GAZING SO YOU ARE WELCOME, YOU INGRATES. <br />*Said with love*</div><div>Plus I look at all your pictures on facebook when you get away, so. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now let us join hands and journey together into ComicCon and FanExpo weekends and even a "haunted" Halloween weekend adventure. You are going to have the best time ever, many people have said!</div><div>*Many people = Me*</div><div><br /></div><div><span><a name='more'></a></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2014/11/my-first-comiccon-mostly-pictorial-essay.html" target="_blank">My very first ComicCon - and I went ALL BY MYSELF.</a><br /><br /><a href="https://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2016/02/ash-and-me-vs-evil-dead-or-comiccon.html" target="_blank">And ComicCon II - with a partner in crime.</a> It was definitely more fun with company.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2016/06/fan-expo-dallas-tldr-mostly.html">Dallas bound for the Fan Expo</a> with my ComicCon partner! BONUS: I got to meet 2 online friends in person at last. <3</div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, a <a href="https://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-haunting-very-very-very-very-long.html" target="_blank">Halloween weekend not-so-much "haunted" adventure</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span><!--more--></span><br />See, don't you feel like you've just had an awesome little vacation? <br />You can thank me when you get the bill. #PleasePayPromptly #PutSomeMoneyInThePoorBox</div>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-30670759435566359272020-07-29T14:31:00.001-05:002020-07-29T14:31:01.422-05:00Cemeteries and ceremonies.I love visiting old cemeteries.<br />
I love the peaceful feeling. I love to take photographs of interesting headstones and markers<br />
I feel comfortable and calm in the midst of them.<br />
I like to look at the names and the dates and inscriptions and imagine the people beneath.<br />
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But I never go visit my own lost loved ones.<br />
In fact there are a few that I can't even remember which cemetery they belong to.<br />
It isn't that I don't care, it's just that I can't seem to keep it fixed in my mind and that's weird because I remember SO MUCH STUFF. Useless, trivial, obscure stuff.<br />
Maybe I block it out.<br />
Maybe not 'remembering' makes me feel less guilty for not visiting.<br />
I have no explanation.<br />
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Anyone else? No, just me then?<br />
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<br />Speaking of cemeteries and such, many of you have been with me here long enough to know how my <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-final-wishes.html" target="_blank">FINAL WISHES</a> have <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2011/06/codicil.html" target="_blank">changed and EVOLVED</a> and how I've even written <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2012/08/an-original-song.html" target="_blank">MY OWN SONG</a> for the memorial.<div><br /></div><div>So once again things have changed and yes, I still want to be cremated and yes, you still have to take a scoop of me with you when you leave, but the majority of my remains I want to be planted with a tree, so I can be the fertilizer. I mean everyone says that shit is the best kind of fertilizer and heaven knows I've been told I'm full of shit enough times in my life that seriously Ima have the best tree EVER and you can SUCK IT. I hope it's a fruit tree because it will have the most fruit, the biggest, juiciest, tastiest fruit ever, many people have said. <br />Or it might taste like shit, to which I say HAHAHAHA HAVE ANOTHER BITE, SUCKERS.</div><div><br /></div><div>ANYWAY. This is what I want: <br />
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<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If for some reason this can't happen, my second choice is being put into a record (no really, a vinyl record that you play on a record player! YES THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING FOR REALS).</div><div>The album I want to be pressed into is, of course, Buckcherry's 15, and specifically the song Crazy Bitch. Alternate choice would be Carol Burnett's sign off song, because that would be appropriate.<br /><br /><br />So I would like the planting ceremony to be held at dusk, and wherever because why do I care, but I am going to need some hidden fog machines and speakers, because a nice ambiance with ground mist and spooky sounds, whooshes, moans, etc, is sure to freak some people out and make them check the backseats of their cars before they leave and if it's very successful, HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT ME. #SCORE!<br /><br />MAKE THIS HAPPEN FOR ME OR I WILL EFF YOU UP FROM THE AFTERLIFE AND I JOKE YOU NOT, MISSY.</div>Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-65715307494996351052020-07-12T21:34:00.001-05:002020-07-12T21:57:29.101-05:00Lazy AF Cooking Chapter 3 with bonus Lazy AF salad/appetizer<div class="tenor-gif-embed" data-aspect-ratio="2.233183856502242" data-postid="5708120" data-share-method="host" data-width="100%">
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Want something light and refreshing?<br />
You can serve it as a side dish, and appetizer, or even a whole meal especially when it's just too hot out to eat much.<br />
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BONUS: Lazy AF EASY CAPRESE salad<br />
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1 package mozzarella pearls<br />
1 small container of CHERUB tomatoes (I mean I *guess* you could use any kind of grape tomatoes you want but unless they're coming out of your garden, go with the CHERUBS)<br />
1 or 2 tablespoons (to your taste) of basil pesto. Mine comes from a jar but some of you overachiever showoffs like to make your own, so whatever.<br />
Drizzle with balsamic vinegar (to taste - I usually count to 3)<br />
Drizzle some olive oil all over it<br />
A little fresh ground SHOOP (haha by which I mean Salt N Pepa by which I mean salt and pepper if you're too old or too young or too uncool to get the reference)<br />
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**you can cut the cherubs in half if you want, I usually only cut the larger ones because I like that delicious pop & burst of flavor when they're whole.<br />
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Mix it all up together and put in the fridge. I just mix mine in storage bowl with a lid because Ima eat that shit right out of the bowl anyways.<br />
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OKAY you can make a reduction/glaze out of the balsamic vinegar if you want to be all fancy but then it would go one step beyond Lazy AF and we don't do that here and also it tastes just as good with the balsamic straight out the bottle, so.<br />
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Today's offerings are basically the same as chapter two only with NO CHICKEN if you can belee dat.<br />
I KNOW. But I eat a lot of chicken because<br />
A. It's way less expensive and I have a tight budget you know<br />
2. I feel it's heart-healthier<br />
III. My body is old and does not digest red meat as well as it should anymore and makes me logy.<br />
BONUS: CRISPY DELICIOUS CHICKEN SKIN OMG YESSSSSSS.<br />
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BONUS INFO: Any of the Chapter 2 meals AND these - you can substitute sweet potatoes for the regular potatoes for a change up.<br />
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Okay so if you read <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2020/07/lazy-af-cooking-chapter-2.html" target="_blank">Chapter 2</a> then you're already probably a pro at this particular "recipe."<br />
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Scrub your taters or sweet taters clean and cut in half - put them in the crock pot skin side down.<br />
Throw some scrubbed carrots on top of them.<br />
A little salt n pepper.<br />
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NOW THE MEAT.<br />
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Okay, so we have an extra step I don't mind adding when using red meat (or pork) -<br />
SEAR IT.<br />
Some people will lightly dust the chuck roast/pork roast/pork steaks/pork chops with seasoned flour and give it a good hard sear in a bit of olive oil on all sides before putting in the crock pot.<br />
Some people will just season the meat and sear in olive oil without flouring it first.<br />
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I do both, depending on how lazy I feel that day.<br />
But if you use flour, you have a more delicious bit of pan drippings to pour over top of everything, so whatever floats your boat.<br />
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Put the seared meat on top of your carrots and potatoes, pour your drippings over, and cook on low for about 8 hours.<br />
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SEASONING: Seriously you can't go wrong experimenting here.<br />
Sometimes I glug some red wine vinegar over the red meat or white wine vinegar over the pork.<br />
Or vice versa. It doesn't matter BECAUSE THE MEAT DOES NOT CARE.<br />
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OR I'll use a couple bullio...boullio...those beef flavored cube things that you melt in boiling water & pour over the roast and then maybe a quarter cup of sliced pepperoncinis & juice over that. You'll have some nice jus that will also have soaked into your taters.<br />
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OR some people like to throw a stick of butter and a packet of hidden valley ranch dressing or dip powder in there. This is also tasty.<br />
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OR a little woozy sauce and a half stick of buttah is also very good.<br />
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Spice it up with a little sliced tamed jalapeno!<br />
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Add some corn on the cob on top for the last 3-4 hours of cooking if you want or if you are a weirdo and don't like carrots.<br />
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KETO FRIENDLY: Leave out the potato and carrot. Just put the meat and some beef broth/cube things in the crock pot. Cut a head of cabbage into wedges or thick "steaks" and cram those down on top of the meat for the last 3 hours of cooking. The cabbage will soak up the deliciousness of the broth and whatever spices/seasonings you put on.<br />
No cabbage? Throw in some brussels sprouts or asparagus or some sliced bell peppers and onion. OR ALL OF THEM WHY LIMIT YOURSELF?<br />
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While we're on the whole "searing the meat" train, one more deliciously simple but lazy AF recipe for today.<br />
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I never really cared much for pork (well, I mean besides bacon and ham because...BACON and HAM), but the chops and steaks and roasts were always sort of dry or gritty or bland or all of the above so I never cook them. Also I really do NOT like sausage at all so I don't ever buy it (except those beef smoked sausage things which are totally different because I love them except they give me terrible reflux).<br />
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ANYWAY.<br />
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You will need some nice fatty pork chops or pork steaks. Bone IN.<br />
At least 1 LARGE JAR of sauerkraut or 2-3 cans. You might need 2 large jars depending on<br />
how many people and how much you like sauerkraut.<br />
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This recipe does not leave the pork dry or flavorless so even if you're not a fan of The Other White Meat, you should try this.<br />
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Lightly dust the pork chops or pork steaks - use the ones with the most fat on - with flour you've seasoned with garlic, Lawry's salt, pepper.<br />
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Nice hard sear in some olive oil and get that fat all crispety crunchety and melting in your pan.<br />
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While those are searing, put a layer of sauerkraut in the bottom of the crock pot.<br />
Put 1 or 2 seared chops on that. Pour the pan drippings over alla that.<br />
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Another layer of sauerkraut, another layer chops, another layer of delicious drippings.<br />
Be generous with the sauerkraut.<br />
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Repeat as necessary. Make sure top layer is sauerkraut & pan drippings.<br />
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Cover and cook on low for about 7 hours or until meat is falling off the bone and super tender.<br />
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**THIS CAN ALSO BE DONE ON THE STOVE TOP or IN A DUTCH OVEN, just cook it low & slow for about 3-4 hours or until meat is fork tender & falling off the bone. If you put it in the oven, I'd cook around 300 -325.<br />
And to be honest, I really like the flavor better when it cooks all day on the stove top - but that's better to do in winter because who wants their kitchen to get hot from that? Plus you have to watch it a little bit to make sure the bottom doesn't burn. TOTES WORTH IT THOUGH.<br />
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**Some people like to cut very thin slices of granny smith apple and add a few slices on each layer, and some people even add a sprinkle of brown sugar over the apples.<br />
I'm not a fan of this, especially the sugar. The apple though IS acceptable ONCE IN A WHILE. Just for a little different taste.<br />
"That's swell!"<br />
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Also? Any of the dollar stores has about a million spices for a buck or less. My staples are garlic powder, Italian seasoning, rosemary, thyme, oregano, and my big splurge is an enormous container of Lawry's Seasoned Salt because I use that on almost everything.<br />
I also have olive oil, woozy sauce (worcestershire), balsamic vinegar.<br />
If you feel fancy, grab some red & white wine vinegar. You do you.<br />
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This will get you through like a whole week of different things with the same basic ingreeeeds.<br />
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Scrub 2 or 3 largish potatoes and cut them in half.<br />
Scrub some carrots.<br />
Don't worry about peeling them because all the good nutrients are in the skin anyway.<br />
Plus, ain't nobody got time for that.<br />
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Put the taters skin side down in the crock pot and then your carrots on top of them.<br />
A little salt & pepper.<br />
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NOW YOU ARE READY FOR ANYTHING!<br />
Got a whole chicken? Plop that sucker right on top of the veg and low slow cook 8 hours.<br />
Got a cut up chicken? Same.<br />
Rub a little olive oil or butter on the skin and season with whatever floats your boat. Garlic & Lawry's for me, sometimes a little rosemary and/or thyme.<br />
Got a fresh onion of any color? You can slice that up and toss right on top of your chimken.<br />
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Boneless skinless breasts/thighs? SAME. Reduce cooking time to about 6 hours.<br />
Want barbecue? Coat the chicken in bbq sauce & then do it again after about 5 hours.<br />
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Want something a little zesty? Marinate the chicken in zesty italian dressing, then dump that chicken and the marinade right on your taters & carrots.<br />
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Got some asparagus or mushrooms about to turn? Throw those over top of your chicken for the last couple of hours.<br />
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Basically the sky is the limit. The taters will soak up all the yummy juices and whatever seasonings you decide to use.<br />
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BONUS LEFTOVER DISH:<br />
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Always keep a bag of zoodles/zucchini noodles/veggie spirals in the freezer.<br />
You can steam them in the bag in the microwave but I like to lightly saute them in some olive oil on the stove.<br />
However you heat them, put 'em in a bowl. Drizzle with olive oil and any leftover chicken and/or veggies from last night. Add a couple tablespoons (well, to your own taste) of basil pesto that comes in a jar. This all takes like 10 minutes tops and is delicious AND nutritious.<br />
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I'm a lazy AF cook on my best day - I mean I don't mind cooking, and sometimes I would actually like it, but when your kitchen is the size of a postage stamp and the only counter space you actually have is about 2 square feet on each side of the sing and head-blocked by the overhanging cabinets - it's difficult and you have to learn how to improvise and use shortcuts.<br />
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Put a package of boneless, skinless chicken breasts in your crockpot/slow cooker/instantpot.<br />
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Put a block of cream cheese on top.<br />
Cover it all with a jar of Pace Picante sauce. (I use medium, but you can use hot or mild if you're a weirdo)<br />
Put the lid on and slow cook on low for around 6 hours.<br />
Shred with forks.<br />
Plop some on a warm tortilla and eat.<br />
If you feelin' fancy, add a dollop of sour cream or guac, or lettuce & tomato.<br />
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Roll up leftover chicken mess into leftover tortillas. (flour or corn, whatever, tho' I use flour for this)<br />
Put roll-ups seam side down in a casserole dish.<br />
Open a jar of alfredo sauce and mix in a can of Ro-Tel and maybe a little can of green chiles.<br />
Pour over roll-ups and then you can sprinkle some mozzarella over top of that (if you want. Or not)<br />
Cover with foil and put in the oven at 375 for about 20 minutes. Remove foil and put back in oven for about 10 more minutes or until cheese is bubbly.<br />
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Get a whole chicken. Massage it aaaaalllll over with some olive oil, a little minced garlic (or fresh. or powder. Whatever you already got in your cabinet), salt & pepper. Got rosemary or thyme? Groovy, add that on if you want. IDC.<br />
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I like to roast mine for 15 minutes at 425 and then turn the oven down to 350 for about 20 minutes per pound. Make sure you stab it with your meat thermometer in the middle of the breast & the thigh & check if it's 165°.<br />
Make some kind of veg to go on the side, I generally will put some asparagus, broccoli, & cauliflower covered in olive oil/salt/pepper on a baking sheet on the top rack over the chicken, for the last 30 minutes.<br />
EAT THE DELICIOUS CRISPY SKIN FIRST and ENJOY.<br />
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Pick leftover chicken off bone. Heat in microwave.<br />
Throw it in a saucepan and pour a jar of alfredo sauce on it, heat slowly while stirring.<br />
If you have any asparagus left over, toss that in the sauce too.<br />
Boil whatever noodles/veggie spirals/spaghetti squash.<br />
Pour sauce over noodle-y stuff. EAT and ENJOY.<br />
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Pick leftover chicken off the bone.<br />
Cook some rice (I use boil in a bag or the instant pot).<br />
Mix rice, chicken, leftover vegetables, a can of cream of mushroom/cream of chicken/cheddar cheese soup - any or all).<br />
Call it casserole and eat.<br />
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DAY 2 LEFTOVERS V. 3<br />
Pick leftover chicken off the bone.<br />
Open a bag of frozen mixed peppers and onions (or cut your own julienne slices fresh, Fancypants)<br />
Saute the peppers & onions in a little olive oil and whatever seasoning you want - maybe a little soy sauce or worcestershire (I don't know how to spell that so shut it I DON'T CARE AND YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT SO), maybe a little cooking wine, seasoned salt, whatever you like.<br />
Add the chicken in once the peppers start getting tender.<br />
When chicken is hot and veggies are how crunchy/tender you like them, grab your tortillas and VOILA, FAJITAS.<br />
Once again, sour cream/guac/salsa/cheese if you like.<br />
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Tune in next week for more Lazy AF Cooking, unless I'm too lazy to post it.Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-39652867540711274102020-05-03T19:43:00.000-05:002020-05-04T18:25:13.703-05:00Quarantine observations.I know a lot of people are really struggling - those of you who take for granted the ability to just get up and go, whenever, wherever.<br />
Who holler HEY KIDS LOAD UP! We're going to the park!<br />
Who load up your dogs for a trip to the dog park or on a hike or a stroll through the neighborhood.<br />
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ESPECIALLY if you're social distancing from your loved ones, from your kids, your spouse, your best friends. It's hard.<br />
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Some of us, like 24/7 caregivers...well a lot of us are used to it. To The Alone.<br />
To Lonely. We don't get out much because we CAN'T get out much. We don't take any of those things for granted because we've been without for years and years and years.<br />
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Some of you are experiencing a little piece of our regular lives, and I hope you carry that bit with you and remember it when we have to say "I'm sorry, I can't" for the eleventy thousandth time. Or if we do reach out and you have sort of brushed us off as "punishment" in the past, because you thought we weren't making an effort.<br />
Remember the feeling. Forgive us. Don't forget us. Please.<br />
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Drive thru window employees have been so much friendlier in tone and in words, AND my orders have been 100% correct way more often since the dining rooms have been closed. I vote that all fast food restaurants keep the dining rooms closed forever because this has been THE SHIZZ.<br />
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Some people are learning how to tap into patience they never knew they had.<br />
Some people are realizing how impatient they have always been.<br />
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I have learned that some people I might have tolerated are actually stupid garbage people with zero common sense and ridiculously hypocritical and illogical. #ByeFelicias<br />
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On the upside, LOOK AT ALL THE THINGS OF WHICH YOU FIND YOURSELF CAPABLE.<br />
You're not just managing your household - and sometimes doing it alone for the first time.<br />
You're managing to deal with your kids on a more full-time basis. You're homeschooling or learning how to help with online classes. You're cooking more which means more cleaning. You're becoming more self-sufficient, even with little things like manis and pedis and haircuts.<br />
You're being inventive, creative, innovative, imaginative, in ways you haven't had to in years, if ever.<br />
You're making it work, you're working smarter, you're finding solutions.<br />
You are completing projects that you might have begun years ago.<br />
You're spending facetime with friends and family more often than you did before.<br />
ALL THE THINGS - with the exact same amount of hours in a day.<br />
ALL THE THINGS - when you used to say "I don't have time for XX."<br />
Doing more. Doing better. Managing your time. And probably even finding more time for reading and movie watching and teevee bingeing.<br />
Be proud of yourselves, give yourselves a little back pat and arm punch and know that you are making it work.<br />
YOU ARE HANDLING YOUR SHIT LIKE A BADASS SO KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.<br />
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YOU GOT THIS. STAY HOME. STAY MASKED. STAY HEALTHY.<br />
Keep helping those of us with fragile immune systems and poor health stay safe.<br />
We appreciate it, we really do.Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-21474276100094200072020-02-14T02:00:00.001-06:002020-02-14T02:13:32.576-06:00A quarter of a century. POOF. You ever notice and think about how big of a difference context actually makes?<br />
I mean when you think about being married for 25 years it's like WOW OMG YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOREVER IT IS AMAZING HOW DID YOU DO IT?<br />
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And WOOOT I AM 25 YEARS OLD TODAY! YOUNG, FOOTLOOSE AND FANCY FREE! </div>
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LIVING MY BEST LIFE! HITTING MY STRIDE, MAKING MY WAY, YEAH BABY!</div>
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In the year, 2525... I mean 25, 25.<br />
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Every year before I revise and repost, I remember. I relive. And even if it's just for one shining day, these memories make everything else fall away: all the petty irritations and frustrations, the dislikes and grudgy feelings...all of the things that, in the long run of life, aren't worth the importance we place on them.<br />
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It's been a long tough journey that has passed in the blink of an eye.<br />
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THE DUE DATE: June 4th</div>
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THE BIRTH DATE: February 13th. Preemies for pre-valentine's day.</div>
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These children clearly get their lack of patience from me. They were born at 24 weeks, or about 3 and 1/2 months early. They weighed just over 1 lb. each, and were about a foot long. I'm talkin' teeeeeny tiny. Micro-preemie, I think is what they are called now.<br />
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So natch we rushed to the hospital, where the <strike>stupid ass</strike> <strike>snot face</strike> <strike>condescending</strike> nurse (actually I <b><i>love</i></b> nurses in general, but this one? NOT SO MUCH) had me lay on a gurney for an hour and then said that I was fine, no fluid was "leaking" (I know, gross), and the pains in my back and belly were just muscles stretching, NOT CONTRACTIONS...and then she tried to send us home. </div>
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Me being me, I caused a scene.</div>
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Hey, guess who ended up being right about me being in labor?<br />
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<i>The doctors tried to stop my labor for 24 hours, but apparently my kids were having none of that. On the 13th of February, my boy arrived in the usual way - of course, I was knocked out for the entire thing. My daughter was still safe and secure in her bedwomb -- the idea was to let her 'cook' a little longer (which would have been weird to have twins with different birthdays, right?). So they were wheeling me into recovery when Miss Contrary's heart rate dropped to zero, and they did a SUPERFAST emergency C-Section to get her out. Evidently she didn't like being alone.</i><br />
<i>So it was like Twins Two Ways, with extra Mommy Staples.</i><br />
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Their ears were still folded down (WEIRD! I didn't even know ears did that until my kids were born. It was like puppy ears or something), and their lungs were not completely developed, and their little hearts were working overtime/doubletime.</div>
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<i>Thank you, God.</i></div>
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Fortunately they got my stubborn genes as well as my temperamental ones, because my kids wouldn't listen to percentages; they went all HAN SOLO and were like NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS!<br />
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Becca's first day home from the hospital! Nearly 4 months old and not even 5 lbs. I still have this amazingly tiny dress - I swear it's barely bigger than Barbie size. Those booties she has on? The foot part is less than 2 inches long. Each twin came home attached to oxygen and an apnea monitor - whenever we all went anywhere together it looked as though we were leaving home for a month, so laden were we with electronic equipment, oxygen tanks, diaper bags, strollers...which is partly why I became the hermit I am today. #Lazy</div>
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Here they're about 7 or 8 months old, I think (did I ever mention that I am TERRIBLE about labeling pictures? Because I am). Clearly Becca was already trying to wear some sort of tiara:</div>
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When Becca was about two, this is what "Go get ready for bed" meant:<br /><center>
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<br />Josh had the softest, wispiest hair so I let it grow and grow... until that time I gave him a buzz-cut and he's been sporting a Greg Brady WhiteBoy 'Fro ever since. Unless I cut it myself, in which case he looks sort of like he's got the mange. #TrueStory<br /><br /><img src="https://static.flickr.com/25/99047815_610e462434_m.jpg" /><br /><center>
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<i>This milestone is especially important for Joshua, as he has already outlived all early predictions of life-span. Though it's a little like living under the Sword of Damocles, we do not give in or give up. And despite the fact that they were and are so fragile health-wise, for the last 10-12 years I can count on one hand the number of times they've had to go to the doctor or hospital.</i> </div>
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I love you, my babies. I have been and will always be thankful for every breath that you take, every blink of your eyes, every morning that you wake. I love you with everything inside me.<br />
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So just to catch you up on how my 2020 is going so far.<br />
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The other evening I left to go pick up Minion from work, and some dude was walking back and forth across the driveway (I live in a little "compound" with 4 little houses and a 4 car garage with apartments over top of them and we share a horeshoe drivearound driveway), and it looked sort of like he was either arguing with someone on the phone OR possibly looking for something because the light was on his phone.<br />
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My parents live next door so I called & told my dad to keep an eye on him, and just about that time the dude crossed the street into the neighborhood over there.<br />
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Around 10 pm there was a knock on the door...and for the first time in the 25 years I've lived there, I am a little ashamed to admit that I was too afraid to open the door.<br />
Yes. Too afraid.<br />
So I'm all WHO IS IT and a young voice said, "I need help."<br />
THIS IS WHY I AM ASHAMED, BECAUSE I DID NOT OPEN THE DOOR.<br />
Also I did not even use the peephole because I have seen WAAAYYYY too many crime shows and read WAAYYYYY too many thrillers and I did not want to get shot in the eye I KNOW SHUT UP BUT PARANOIA.<br />
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The porch light was on, I asked what he needed, what could I do to help - he said,<br />
"I'm 14, I'm about to get jumped!"<br />
I said WHO IS GOING TO JUMP YOU? Stay there on the porch and I'll call the cops for you!<br />
He said, "Okay okay, I'm leaving!"<br />
And I yelled (still not opening the door) WAIT, I'm calling the cops TO HELP YOU! Stay up on the porch!<br />
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And nothing. So I call my dad next door and by the time I have that conversation, there is no one around anywhere except a couple walking their dogs across the street.<br />
So basically I was so scared that I did not try hard enough to help.<br />
Minion thinks it was a setup, and she's glad I did not open the door.<br />
But someone asked for help.<br />
I can't decide how I feel about it, except to feel bad that I was too afraid in my own home to open the front door when I've never (knock wood) had a problem of any sort in 25 years.<br />
In fact my former babysitter's cousin is actually the only person who has ever stolen from me and if I ever run across THAT little bitch Ima beat her ass, I promise you that.<br />
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<i>Two days later...</i><br />
Okay, so for the past year or so I've had this...I don't know, kind of like narcolepsy where I just fall asleep in an instant. It happens at my desk all the time. Probably I'm just not getting enough "good" sleep, since I am old AF and have all the burning acid reflux and up 3 times to pee and drainage that makes me cough and I sleep in 2-4 hour chunks.<br />
ANYWAY.<br />
I'd slept in the recliner for some terrible reflux, woke up and Minion brought me coffee, and I nodded off before I could drink it.<br />
Woke up AN HOUR later, requested a re-heat, and she left it in the microwave a leetle (lot) too long because it was about boiling.<br />
She DID warn me that it was superhot.<br />
I had it in my hand and...wait for it...<br />
Next thing I know I am awake and screaming and scalded.<br />
So I have 2nd degree burns and weepy blisters allllllll down my right side, from boob to hip.<br />
And of course my arm is constantly hurting the ones on my boob and standing up and sitting down keeps burstin open everything on my hip.<br />
Seriously it is so very ugly and gross, but keeping it clean and gauzed and it's finally starting to heal in most of the places -- the worst was having to soak the bandages off in my hip in the shower today because it was stuck very tight.<br />
I KNOW, GROSS, TMI.<br />
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And so with no insurance and no $$, we're taking care of it at home and Minion is serving as an excellent nurse EXCEPT Nurse Ratched occasionally looks at the stuff when we're changing the dressing and her mouth crinkles up and her eyes go wide and I'm like STOP DOING THAT WITH YOUR FACE.<br />
But it's itchy and healing and uncomfortable but at least we can Neosporin most of it now, so it doesn't sting too much.<br />
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Oh yeah, and my transmission thunked hard into first gear today, so there's that.<br />
Some days I wish I was one of those people who could ask for gofundme help, but it's just not in me.<br />
I'm just going to sit here and be thankful for a roof over my head, the warmth of the heater, the food on the table, friends to cheer me up, family, and the capacity to work & earn my way forward.<br />
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I need a vacation from my life.<br />
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So, how's your year so far?Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-30555490137737175302019-12-22T20:08:00.001-06:002019-12-22T20:57:52.801-06:00Liars liars liars yeah, they're gonna getchoo Well FIRST of all, did I ever tell you that story of how I HATE BEING TOLD NO??<br />
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Because Netgalley (may they burn in hell) DENIED ME when I requested an advance copy of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Liars-Legacy-Jack-Jill-Thriller-ebook/dp/B07Q4LNQB2/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=liars%27+legacy&qid=1577066235&s=digital-text&sr=1-1" target="_blank"> Liars' Legacy, Jack & Jill #2 by Taylor Stevens</a> - ME, can you believe it? There should be a law against that if you ask me.<br />
Also I hate and fear rejection, so there's that.<br />
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Never let it be said that I'm a quitter though.<br />
I DO NOT PLAY. I GOT ME AN ARC TO READ.<br />
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This *could* be read as a standalone, but if I'm being honest the action starts RIGHT FROM THE OPEN and it's complex with several players, and I feel like you would be more comfortable sliding right into the story if you read <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2018/12/lets-all-pretend-to-be-iceland-this.html" target="_blank">Liars' Paradox</a> FIRST.<br />
Otherwise the first 1/3 of the book might be a bit confusing as you try to figure out the main players, as it picks up just past where the last book finished, which I LOOOVE.<br />
(g<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Liars-Paradox-Jack-Jill-Thrillers-ebook/dp/B07WXLZ73G/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=liars%27+paradox&qid=1577055086&sr=8-1" target="_blank">o get Liars' Paradox on your Kindle</a> - only $2.99 right now! I'll wait.)<br />
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The only thing I can reasonably compare this to is the fun of a John Wick assassin free-for-all, and as we all know, <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/search?q=scandalous" target="_blank">I have a soft</a> spot <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/2018/12/lets-all-pretend-to-be-iceland-this.html" target="_blank">for the assassins.</a><br />
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This way you'll be all caught up by the time Liars' Legacy is published on December 31st, and it'll be like binge-watching your favorite show that only has two season dropped on Hulu so far but with books.<br />
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ALSO I just want to acknowledge and thank <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4119134.Taylor_Stevens" target="_blank">Taylor Stevens</a> for letting me be her secret muse, because I KNEW as soon as I read these two lines:<b> "mostly because she wasn't the type that people wanted to have as a friend</b>," and <b>"analog agent working in a digital world,</b>" that CLEARLY I was the inspiration here. IT ME.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(okay so maybe I wasn't even a thought near her mind but YOU DON'T KNOW IT COULD BE ME SO SHUTTIE)</span><br />
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In <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WXLZ73G/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1" target="_blank">the first book</a>, I found the main characters more intriguing, interesting, layered, and engaging rather than actually likable, which is totally okay for me - I don't have to like you to pay attention to you. They've grown on me though, for sure, and they're even more fascinating in this new book.<br />
They matter to me even more - I got invested in their lives.<br />
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The peeling away of layers of deception and disguise and the quick-change artistry.<br />
The advance thinking chess-like 'game' that is their lifestyle, out of habit AND necessity.<br />
They're pretty freaking brilliant, but with all too real weaknesses and flaws.<br />
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With a few more players added, with their own quirks and habits and weirdness and love of violence, well it just brings some more depth, some more layers, to the story.<br />
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There is so much conflict, both internal and external, that you really do want to just speed through and keep reading to get to the end as fast as possible because YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Remember when you got that OG Super Mario World on Super Nintendo and you didn't sleep for like four days because you had to go JUST ONE MORE level, beat one more boss? Like that.<br />
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As you know, I'm not fixin' to give you any more plotline or story than that, because YOU WILL READ IT FOR YOURSELF and I would hate to accidentally spoil it for you. *evil laugh*<br />
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Save enough on the Gift Card that is sure to be in your stocking and pre-order, because the publishing date is December 31 and if you're old AF like me, you will want to spend your New Year's Eve snuggled up in a blankie with a hot toddy (or Bailey's Vanilla Cinnamon on the rocks, YUM), with a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q4LNQB2/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1" target="_blank">new good book</a> and the Rockin' NY Eve countdown muted on the TeeVee, ringin' the new year in RIGHT.<br />
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Also don't forget all those people you know with birthdays in January and February - the perfect gift would be both Liars' books!<br />
Is all I'm saying.<br />
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**disclaimery things: I used my ninja-like stealth skills to hack someone's account and read THEIR netgalley approved request of this book SO TAKE THAT NETGALLEY HA!<br />
<b><i>***Okay that is a total bold-faced lie</i></b> but it sounds cool anyway. A friend did let me read an ARC from NG because I can totally be the world's biggest pest and eventually you'll do what I want just to escape the waterboard-like torture I can inflict upon a person without even breaking a sweat. It's a talent.<br />
<br />Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-22976155299486698522019-12-06T02:17:00.000-06:002019-12-06T02:17:09.571-06:00#33581 Why I Hate People and How My Rants Are Likely Your Fault.Weirdly I feel like the holidays are the times when I get most ranty but also when I'm filled with the most ...niceness? Caring? Generosity? So I guess this means the rant thing is your fault.<br />
Probably. I mean it's certainly not MY fault, doy.<br />
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In my newsfeed on GrossBook.<br />
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Me: asking a question out of actual ignorance of a subject and wanting to learn.<br />
Other People: THESE ARE NOT JOKING MATTERS I AM SO OFFENDED.<br />
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The next day...<br />
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The same Other People: WHY YOU GOTTA GET SO OFFENDED BY A GENERATIONAL TERM, HMMM?<br />
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Y'all wear me right the fuck out.<br />
Like my kids, only I can't reach you to smack you in the back of the head.<br />
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I mean if I had a nickel for every time I said "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??" to my computer, I would have a couple socks full of nickels with which to beat you.<br />
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And yes, I COULD BE MORE HOSTILE if I wanted to.<br />
I could be calling you out by name. AND Middle Naming you.<br />
You do not want that.<br />
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AND ANOTHER THING.<br />
This time of the year (well I guess it happens ALL year but it just gets worse in the Holiday Spirit)<br />
everyone's picking on Walmart.<br />
Now you're going to boycott them because the owners and corporate fatcats are getting richer off the backs of their underpaid, welfare-getting employees.<br />
And I TOTALLY feel you. I get it.<br />
I guess what I'm not understanding is the need to focus all your hate for Greedy Corporations on<br />
WalMart in particular.<br />
I KNOW the BigWig richies are getting richer.<br />
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But let me lay some enlightenment upon you.<br />
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Taking into consideration the cost of living and the economy where *I* live, WalMart is actually one of the better-paying employers.<br />
They are also one of the most inexpensive places to shop, even grocery wise.<br />
For poor people like me, they can actually be a blessing.<br />
So you go ahead and boycott, applause applause for you doing what you need to do,<br />
but me? I'm supporting them locally.<br />
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My daughter works for Sam's Club - yep, a WalMart company. She makes twice as much there as she did at a local grocery store for the last 6 years. She gets accumulated PTO, she gets at least three holidays off completely, she got a nice 15lb turkey for Thanksgiving PLUS a bonus on her check and she's only been there 4 months.<br />
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You want to talk about boycotting a store for treating their SERIOUSLY underpaid AND undervalued employees like shit? For the Greedy Overlords to get richer off the hardworking backs of the least of the employees? Then I'm boycotting Crest Grocery store.<br />
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LOOK HERE: My kid worked for Crest for SIX YEARS. She was hired at $7.50/hour and after 90 days probation, got a raise to $8.00.<br />
FIRST AND ONLY RAISE EVER.<br />
Also? They required EVERY employee to work a minimum half day on EVERY holiday (because they're a 24/7 store). How many of those holidays got any sort of bonus or holiday pay? ZERO.<br />
One year they did actually get a Christmas bonus, $10 store gift cards that they could use only at Crest.<br />
They don't even have a proper breakroom - they have a meeting/breakroom with a microwave.<br />
No fridge to store stuff.<br />
When the microwave went out, the store manager tried to get the employees to "get up a collection" to get a new one.<br />
I was all WHAT NOPE YOU BETTER NOT! I mean that's what the "miscellaneous" line in your budget is for, buster.<br />
Turns out that at the end of the year, whatever the Store Manager does NOT spend in his miscellaneous budget becomes HIS YEARLY BONUS.<br />
Now THAT, my friends, IS SIMPLE GREED.<br />
They got pizza maybe twice a year as a "thank you."<br />
And if a customer complained on you? IMMEDIATE SUSPENSION.<br />
Doesn't matter what actually happened, the "managers" and supervisors never had your back.<br />
Right before my girl had to have a wisdom tooth pulled, it was so swollen and sore that she could barely talk (but of course she showed up to work), and a customer apparently took offense because she wasn't chattering at him, complained, and she got a 3 day suspension.<br />
She also took ONE sick day in the entire six years - and called in the night before her six am shift to make sure they had time to find someone to cover.<br />
The manager on duty said she should not call in yet, to wait and see how she felt in the morning (this was her 2nd day of feeling ill and she was feverish), and when she said no, she wanted to call in sick NOW, he threatened her with a no call no show.<br />
For the first time ever I had (had, wanted, needed, tomato tomahto) to get involved and called that little powertripping sonofabitch up and told him how things work in the real world and he did not want to get the labor department crawling over their store.<br />
ANYWAY. No loyalty to loyal hardworking employees.<br />Cheating, money-grubbing greedy store manager.<br />No raise for SIX YEARS.<br />Then we she turned in her 2 week notice, the manager she spoke to said, "we accept your full notice" and then promptly took her off the schedule completely starting that day.<br />
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If she didn't live at home, there's no possible way she could've survived on just that one job without<br />
also getting food stamps or some other assistance.<br />
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All I'm saying is that WalMart may be a really bad guy, but they're not the only one, or even the worst.<br />
It's simply a matter of degree.<br />
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HEY, 'TIS THE SEASON FOR THE AIRING OF THE GRIEVANCES.<br />
This is just the tip of the iceberg.<br />
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<br />Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-72422149756568652432019-11-17T13:32:00.000-06:002019-11-17T14:09:06.843-06:00♫ He's The Wild One, ooh yeah he's a real wild child.I KNOW - you thought I was never going to get this review up!<br />
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I was going to be all "I savored this book like a fine wine" so I could sound fancy but seriously who am I kidding, everyone knows I like $5 screw top sweet wine.<br />
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I could drink like a whole bottle of that right now. </div>
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OR MAYBE I ALREADY DID, YOU DON'T KNOW.</div>
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I *was* however reading with my Picky Eyes because doy, ARC, uncorrected!<br />
Those take me a little longer because I have to force myself to slow down and not zoom through unbarriered and gobble it all up at once.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**Transparency disclaimer: I have to admit this is a leeeetle bit of a Gimme because I knew going in that I was going to looooove this as much as I do the other <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nick-Petrie/e/B01N6BUIVF%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share" target="_blank">#PeterAsh</a> books, unless of course somehow author <a href="https://nickpetrie.com/" target="_blank">NickPetrie</a> sustained some sort of subdural hematoma or other brain injury or split personality disorder (OMG IT IS SO A THING SHUT UP YOU DO NOT KNOW BECAUSE ARE YOU A DOCTOR? NO YOU ARE NOT) and completely changed the character and his writing style. Luckily for <strike>me</strike> us fans- and Nick himself of course- that does not appear to have happened.</span></div>
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You know I read a LO O O O OT of different series, they're my favorites. You've seen my <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/search?q=book+list" target="_blank">book lists</a> and <a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/search?q=recommendations" target="_blank">recommendations</a> and I have <strike>argued belligerently</strike> had discussions with <strike>nimrods</strike> people who DO NOT RE-READ THEIR BOOKS AND HOW IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?<br />
Seriously, when you're in a certain mood and want to have certain feels, you reach for the comforting words of THIS author and THAT particular book in the series because it is full of what you need to cure what ails you, at least for a moment when you are lost in the story.<br />
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Okay wait, this is not at all where I was going.<br />
Series (serieses? series'?), right.<br />
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Out of the tens of...I don't even know how many...series I've read, there are less than a handful that I've ever thought, "No, THIS is the best one!" after every. single. book.<br />
And then came Peter Ash.<br />
And once again, the newest book is my newest favorite of the series.<br />
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This one doesn't even have much of a buildup to the action - chapter two and BAM! it was right in my face and I was anxious and curious and wondering and worrying.<br />
I worry about Peter, you know. I get anxious for him. I FRET over him and the things he goes through and feels and thinks.<br />
There are hints of dark humor in fight scenes that made me laugh out loud.<br />
One of my favorite lines in the book tickled me because of the context and also gave me a deeper appreciation for my beloved thick hardback first editions, "You can't do that with a paperback."<br />
At one point I was racing along, caught up in the story that I knew was leading right to the climax which made me a little sad because that's nearly the end and then I looked and THERE WAS WAAAYYY TOO MUCH BOOK LEFT AND WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN HERE AND PASS ME THE ZOLOFT.<br />
And that is how I know that the author is an excellent writer and the book is an excellent book.<br />
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Yeah, that's pretty much all the actual book information you're getting because it is so much more fun to uncover it for yourself WHILE YOU READ IT, right?<br />
All you need to do is trust me (which you should already be doing) and start reading.<br />
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I pretty much dig these loners that aren't superheroes, they're not perfect, they're full of hard edges and rough layers and sometimes they fuck shit up either accidentally or on purpose, they can be emotionally crippled or unavailable and I am getting so turned on right now.<br />
#PeterAsh - If lovin' is you is wrong, I DON'T WANNA BE RIGHT.<br />
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Wait. Where was I going with that? I keep getting off track.<br />
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What I meant was regardless of all that, they try to do the right thing and do it the best way they know how, and that is why I love them.<br />
Plus I am so much of all that myself so I feel like we have a lot in common only I am not nearly as skilled in combat or self-preservation BUT I COULD BE SOME DAY so you better just watch yourself, missy.<br />
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ALSO I learn stuff from these books so technically <a href="https://www.facebook.com/nick.petrie.writer/" target="_blank">Nick Petrie</a> IS MAKING ME SMARTER.<br />
These books are educational you know!<br />
Plus it was pretty groovy that this book was featuring Iceland and last year I did a book review that referenced Iceland and some of its practices which only proves that WE ARE RIDING THE SAME WAVELENGTH BRO which makes me even cooler, so.<br />
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I'm not going to tell you to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wild-One-Peter-Novel-Book-ebook/dp/B07QQM8YKD/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+wild+one+nick+petrie&qid=1573507259&sr=8-1" target="_blank">GO PREORDER THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW</a>! because if you're a fan and you're smart then you've already done that in anticipation.<br />
I AM going to tell you that if you haven't read this series yet, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Drifter-Peter-Ash-Novel-Book-ebook/dp/B00SA5KHEG/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+drifter+nick+petrie&qid=1573507396&sr=8-1" target="_blank">START RIGHT HERE</a> right now.<br />
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Lookit I'm giving you plenty of advance notice so that you can start reading at the beginning and get caught up by the time this new one is on the market <b><i>January 14th</i></b> and you'll have those Christmas gift cards burning a hole in your pocket and now I've given you the precious gift of how to spend them and saved you all the dithering.<br />
YOU ARE WELCOME.<br />
Now go do what I say and don't make me come looking for you because neither of us wants that.<br />
For different reasons. #Lazy<br />
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**secondary disclaimer: I was given a free ARC of this book because I pestered the author for several months and I am receiving no other compensation except the glory of getting to read it before most everyone else. I did possibly swear a blood oath (willingly and without being asked, in fact, there might have been some kind of protestation against it but I didn't pay any mind to that) to give an honest review for that privilege. Now I might lie to you about some things in life (well OF COURSE those pants don't make your butt look more like a whole junkYARD in the trunk)(and sure, love ya too, mmhmm whatever) but I would never ever commit the egregious sin of lying to you about a book.<br />
I'M NOT A MONSTER YOU KNOW.<br />
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Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-11327659989587594182019-11-07T15:40:00.000-06:002019-11-07T15:40:18.644-06:00♫♪ Talkin' about my generation ♫♪The last few days I've had to sit back and laugh as I watch all the "Generation Wars" ramping up, much like the "MommyBlogger Wars" a few years ago.<br />
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I can't even keep track of what generation I'm supposed to be, GenX I guess because really that one sounds the coolest so it probably is mine.<br />
Also WTF even is Generation Jones? Because apparently I'm at the tail end of that as well, being born in 1968.<br />
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I'm going with JoneX. That's my generation.<br />If you're cool enough I'll let you use that for yourself but don't hold your breath.<br />
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My generation is punk and goth and indie music. It's huge hair and cutout sweatshirt necks. It's layered tank tops and leg warmers and shiny metallic jazzercise tights. It's British Knights and Kaepa tennies with the upside down laces. It's bulky thigh length sweaters over turtlenecks with sweater skirts over long john pants. It's clove cigarettes and Strawberry Hill wine. Culottes and (American style) knickers, prairie blouses, Jams shorts and Jellies shoes. It's fingerless lace gloves and layered tutus over torn fishnets with combat boots. It's poodle perms and big round frames for our glasses, sparkly blue eyeshadow and green mascara, banana clips and feathering combs and those stretchy round plastic comb-like headbands.<br /><br />We were weird and unique and we liked it that way. I still do.<br />
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I mean seriously WE are the only ones who ever learned how to actually program a VCR to videotape multiple soap operas on multiple channels during the day while we were in high school/college classes and then program them to tape movies off HBO, Showtime and Skinemax so we could watch all the movies when we were stuck at home and not out carousing and cruising The Strip with our friends.<br />
WE ALONE could squeeze that fourth movie on that VHS tape by carefully running back the credits to the end of the movie, and starting the next at that SPLIT SECOND after the HBO logo ended at the beginning of the next movie, all using three remote controls for TV, VCR, and cable box.<br />
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TOP THAT, YOU ROKU FIRESTICK DVRers with your fancy voice controls!<br />
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Also we had the bestworst music. You either love it or you lovehate it, and even the country music was so much better.<br />
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I know we all think our own was probably the best (and although I don't really like kids of any age, I find the current group of youngsters/young adults are bright and tolerant and learning to fight for <strike>their right to paaaaaartay </strike>what's right)... but I mean really, in the grand scheme of Things That Actually Affect Your Really For Real Life...does it matter?<br />
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It appears that ALL the generations have some things in common, like the willingness to argue over EVERY. DAMN. STUPID. THING. EVER and also take themselves far too seriously in the broadest generalizations.<br />
Have we just run out of better things about which to argue?<br />Is this like why Hollywood keeps making the same exact movies over and over, like we truly need YET ANOTHER WHOLE VERSION/GENERATION OF A CHARLIE'S ANGELS MOVIE OMG NO THANK YOU PLEASE!<br />
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<br />Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-74473398559790804522019-11-06T16:28:00.001-06:002019-11-06T16:35:42.812-06:00My life in a sentence.TMW you noticed earlier that black hairy spider on the ceiling and now you can't see it but you know they are the tricksy ones that often wait until you walk under the doorway so they can drop down on your head and now you are pretty sure it might be in your hair and you squeal and start to to flick your fingers through your hair to get it out and then realized that you slept on your back last night and YES IT IS 3PM RIGHT NOW and you haven't brushed your hair yet today SO WHAT MIND YOUR BUSINESS and it's a yuge rat's nest on the back of your head and there could actually be a small community of spiders living in that thing and you'd never know it so then you have to scream (and possibly pee a little if you're old and you've had kids and stuff like me shut up) and bend over to start shaking your rat's nest and whack your forehead on the desk and yell for help or scream GET IT OUT GET IT OUT and turns out there was nothing in there and now you see the spider near your doorway and now you're trapped in your room with a possible concussion at least until you can find a hairbrush and/or Windex.<br />
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<br />Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-38257800515420533032019-11-01T11:29:00.000-05:002019-11-01T11:29:22.036-05:00Little of this, little of that.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I ever get another animal I'm naming it Peeve, so I can say, "Yeah this is my pet, Peeve."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Speaking of Peeves, I've already put in a request to be a poltergeist after I die, and I will be like Harry Potter's Peeves and follow people around making sarcastic remarks and spitting paper wads at them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So just like in my real life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my facebook memories:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"If I ever open a tattoo parlor, it's going to be called Tattooine."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You will not get it if you're not cool.<br />ALSO STILL A VIABLE PLAN SO DON'T STEAL IT. GAH.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also in facebook memories:<br /><br />"If you don't get my jokes, you probably don't deserve to be my friend."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm opting for National Need Books & Booze Month, or <b>NaNeeBooBooMo.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Which reminds me I tried <a href="https://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo</a> one time and did like two days before it completely fled my mind, which is why you will never ever have to worry about competing against me on the NY Times Bestseller List.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also it's <a href="https://us.movember.com/register?gclid=Cj0KCQjwr-_tBRCMARIsAN413WTWuzKJ2qJWE79G9u6e5ktO7LXPehxCxu9O9Az9uLbzRcLiHQoU4FcaAsh2EALw_wcB" target="_blank">MOVEMBER</a> so the air will soon carry the scent of Jovan Musk and Boogie Nights.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">So, like 4 twizzlers, 12 bite snickers, 7 Reese's peanut butter cups, and 8 fun size three musketeers makes like, what, one regular size candy bar, right? #Frankenbar</span></span><br />
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Most of them you know, like how after 3 days the open package of lunchmeat gets tossed in the trash if it isn't eaten because IT HAS A SMELL I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU SAY.<br />
And how I feel it's unsanitary to take the batteries out of your Rabbit to use for your electric toothbrush.<br />
Also I prefer my desktop computer with the ergonomic keyboard more than any other tech in this entire house, which is why my phone is usually wherever I'm not, and often dead.<br />
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What you may not know is that when I am super excited to read an ARC that I plan to review, I like to read it sitting at my desk so I can take Live Notes right here for the stuff I want to remember.<br />
I used to read them in bed like I do everything else, but then I end up with every third page dog-eared and underlined and IT IS MY PRECIOUS and I do not want to harm THE SPECIAL.<br />
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Author-signed books are my favorite and also at the top of the list of Things I'll Save In A Fire.<br />
No worries, the kids are for sure a strong number two on the list. <br />
Well, my purse and the kids.<br />
And pictures. <br />
So, the kids, my purse, and photo albums, solid #2.<br />
Okay, maybe 3. But a HARD 3. I mean really, there are two kids, one can help get the other out while I grab the car keys and vacation money jar.<br />
I'm going to need those, right?<br />
Kids, firm three. For reals.<br />
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Okay so I just got THIS (Hooray for me! None for you! Which is double the pleasure for me!)<br />
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in the mail the other day and while I have been ever-so-anxiously awaiting its arrival, now I'm scared to start it because I know it's going to be over WAY TOO SOON and then I have to wait a WHOLE YEAR for another one and MAN IT IS SO HARD TO BE A NUMBER ONE FAN READER!<br />
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There is a war between instant and delayed gratification happening here.<br />
Sorry if it causes earthquakes or tsunamis and such near you - it's pretty intense.<br />
If I get the housework ALL done and work work ALL done, this will be my reward tonight.<br />
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I will let you know how it turns out - but just get ready to add this title (and really ALL the #PeterAsh by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/nick.petrie.writer" target="_blank">@NickPetrie</a> books) to your Christmas and birthday wish lists, because I can already tell it's gonna be a good one.<br />
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In the words of C.S. Lewis, "You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."<br />
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For me, having the stress lifted off one or two of those areas completely causes a nearly tangible effect, and I can feel the weight lifting. It's like I have a full body sigh and everything relaxes, from my neck to hips to toes, my guts and lungs and brain, all at once. I can actually feel my shoulders settling down to...well, shoulder height, instead of being all crunched up under my ears when I didn't even realize they were there.</div>
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Honestly the feeling is close to euphoria. I mean I don't feel like going dancing in the rain or coming to a Halloween party at your house (NO THANK YOU SORRY AND IF I ALREADY SAID YES MY APOLOGIES BECAUSE I WILL NOT BE SHOWING UP) or anything like that, but the utter sense of relief...it's like magic.</div>
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Losing the stress also made me realize exactly how many stress triggers I have. WOW. You don't even know. I mean I'm horrible online all the time anyway and you already knew that, but I've been a pretty horrible person in real life the last couple-three years too. </div>
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I mean I've pretty much been poor-ish most of my life and it's nothin' but a thing...but the last 2 or three years, it's been a trial.</div>
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Seriously some weeks the budget was like ... is Joshua going to have chicken in his stew this week or will he have to go vegetarian?</div>
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eBay sales used to support us but some months we're lucky to make a hundred bucks and that's no exaggeration. Of course I'm so damn mad at them anyway, because they keep changing the formats and the layouts and the requirements to be a "Power Seller." I mean I'm a TOP SELLER but I can't get my stuff on the first pages of keyword search because I don't take all their..."advice," and if it was left in their hands I'd list everything for .99 or best offer with free shipping and free returns and list 1K items per week. THEN I'd get noticed and sell more while of course losing money on everything.</div>
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I was stressed over money every day but didn't even realize how bad it was on my body & mind.</div>
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So the thing happened and Becca got a new job, which equals happier attitude (and less GIRL IMA RIP OFF YOUR ARM AND BEAT YOU WITH IT from me) and more money and BOOM, less stress.<br />Then I got some side jobs I can do from home which are actually earning $ AND the biggie (and also one of the points I've been getting to here) - I FEEL PRODUCTIVE.</div>
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I am contributing more to my own household, AND taking back the majority of support of my family, which makes me feel useful and less like a loser at life and motherhood and all the things.</div>
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Being productive and busy and useful build a YUGE barrier against depression and anxiety for me.</div>
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I mean money doesn't buy happiness but I can tell you it almost brought me to tears when Becca asked if we had enough so she could get new underwear and I was able to unhesitatingly say YES! and bravely added AND GET ME SOME TOO PLEASE without even stopping to calculate.</div>
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It's like the thrill of victory.</div>
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I guess what I'm getting at here is that I slowly feel like the person I was 10 years ago is kind of waking up again. The little things that could (and have) sent me into a shrieking frenzy are not so important now. </div>
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My shoulders are where they should be (most of the time).</div>
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The stomachflutter of anxiety is nearly completely gone many days in a row</div>
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The angst is at least a foot away from me and sliding.</div>
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OH, I still have plenty of stress to go around, but at least it's more focused now, like on this boy of mine. That's never going to go away, and it's easier to carry.</div>
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Maybe Becca's not pushing my buttons so much because she's happier.</div>
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Maybe I just don't notice her doing it because I'm less stressed.</div>
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Maybe I'm finally on the downhill side and sliding to the finish line of menopause.</div>
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Maybe I'm evolving. (fingers crossed for cuttlefish evolution!)</div>
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Whatever it is, I'll take it.</div>
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Here's how I know your inspirational cliches don't work - specifically "If you dream it, you can achieve it" because last night I dreamed that I was driving a rainbow van off a cliff but at the same time I was across the canyon watching it happen, and then I walked into a fountain and tried to punch some dude but strangely my arms weren't working and THEN THERE WAS A DRONE OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW and it woke me up and wasn't there and also I dreamed I was awake but I wasn't and didn't know for sure until I was trying to talk and say HEY AM I EVEN AWAKE.</div>
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Okay "life coach," you tell me how to achieve that.<br />
Also tell me WHY WOULD I EVEN WANT TO. </div>
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I've been writing <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/FakeInspirationalCrap" target="_blank">#FakeInspirationalCrap</a> for years, *I* should be YOUR life coach because mine can actually be applied to real life.</div>
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I was very recently reminded how lovely and refreshing and wonderful it is to be thought of, to be included, to be remembered, to be invited, even when the inviter knows full well you'll most likely have to decline.<br />
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So I want to remind YOU to please not forget your introverts. Don't forget your caregivers. Don't forget about those of us who really do hate to have to say NO all the time because there's just no way to make it happen.<br />
Please keep inviting us. Please let us know you think of us once in awhile. Please be prepared to be okay with us saying no.<br />
We hate having to say it sometimes as much as you hate having to hear it.<br />
But at least we know you care.<br />
And even if we forget to say it, we adore you for the thought.<br />
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This has been an Introvert and/or Chronic CareGiver Service Announcement.</div>
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Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-42854878742444351612019-02-13T06:45:00.000-06:002019-02-13T06:45:22.184-06:00Double the fun! Or more likely double, double, toil and trouble. Here we are, at the annual (minus last year because ... I don't even remember, I just don't think I was in a good head space at the time) BIRTHDAY POST!<br />
I don't guess anyone really missed it last year - I mean if you've followed this blog for any length of time you've probably got the Birthday Post memorized by now.<br />
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WE HAVE ARRIVED AT YEAR 24.<br />
Sort of a boring-ish year...next year will be one of the "milestone" birthdays so we're keeping it pretty low key. As yooooozsh. (How do you even spell that? Like "usual" only the front part of the word)<br />
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ANYWAY. If this is your first time at the Annual Birthday Post, welcome! It's the totally true and somewhat traumatic story of my kids' birth.<br />
Is Post Traumatic Birth Syndrome a thing?<br />
It should be. I think I have it.<br />
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Every year before I revise and repost, I remember. I relive. And even if it's just for one shining day, these memories make everything else fall away: all the petty irritations and frustrations, the dislikes and grudgy feelings...all of the things that, in the long run of life, aren't worth the importance we place on them. </div>
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It's been a long tough journey that has passed in the blink of an eye.<br />
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THE DUE DATE: June 4th</div>
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THE BIRTH DATE: February 13th. Preemies for pre-valentine's day.</div>
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These children clearly get their lack of patience from me. They were born at 24 weeks, or about 3 and 1/2 months early. They weighed just over 1 lb. each, and were about a foot long. I'm talkin' teeeeeny tiny. Micro-preemie, I think is what they are called now.<br />
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I woke up the morning of February 12th, headed for the bathroom, and after about 5 minutes I called out to the baby daddy, "Either I've lost all control of my body functions or my water broke".</div>
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I'll give you a hint - my functions were still under my control.</div>
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So natch we rushed to the hospital, where the <strike>stupid ass</strike> <strike>snot face</strike> <strike>condescending</strike> nurse (actually I <b><i>love</i></b> nurses in general, but this one? NOT SO MUCH) had me lay on a gurney for an hour and then said that I was fine, no fluid was "leaking" (I know, gross), and the pains in my back and belly were just muscles stretching, NOT CONTRACTIONS...and then she tried to send us home. </div>
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Me being me, I caused a scene.</div>
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Hey, guess who ended up being right about me being in labor?<br />
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<i>The doctors tried to stop my labor for 24 hours, but apparently my kids were having none of that. On the 13th of February, my boy arrived in the usual way - of course, I was knocked out for the entire thing. My daughter was still safe and secure in her bedwomb -- the idea was to let her 'cook' a little longer (which would have been weird to have twins with different birthdays, right?). So they were wheeling me into recovery when Miss Contrary's heart rate dropped to zero, and they did a SUPERFAST emergency C-Section to get her out. Evidently she didn't like being alone.</i><br />
<i>So it was like Twins Two Ways, with extra Mommy Staples.</i><br />
<i>This is also where I discovered my love of morphine. MMMMMMORPHINE</i>.</div>
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Their ears were still folded down (WEIRD! I didn't even know ears did that until my kids were born. It was like puppy ears or something), and their lungs were not completely developed, and their little hearts were working overtime/doubletime.</div>
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<i>They struggled for every single breath. They fought to live.</i></div>
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<i>And so they did. And so they have.</i></div>
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<i>Thank you, God.</i></div>
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and this little miracle...(my boy at about 3 1/2 months)</div>
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The doctors gave them less than a 50% chance of survival.</div>
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Fortunately they got my stubborn genes as well as my temperamental ones, because my kids wouldn't listen to percentages; they went all HAN SOLO and were like NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS!<br />
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<i>Their hearts were overworked, their lungs were and are covered in scar tissue, they are cursed with keloid scars as well as scars from perc lines and picc lines and a million little junkie scars on arms and feet from being pricked with lancets every hour. They have scarred veins, they had damaging bleeding in their brains, preventing brain growth. And yet...</i> </div>
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Becca's first day home from the hospital! Nearly 4 months old and not even 5 lbs. I still have this amazingly tiny dress - I swear it's barely bigger than Barbie size. Those booties she has on? The foot part is less than 2 inches long. Each twin came home attached to oxygen and an apnea monitor - whenever we all went anywhere together it looked as though we were leaving home for a month, so laden were we with electronic equipment, oxygen tanks, diaper bags, strollers...which is partly why I became the hermit I am today. #Lazy</div>
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Here they're about 7 or 8 months old, I think (did I ever mention that I am TERRIBLE about labeling pictures? Because I am). Clearly Becca was already trying to wear some sort of tiara:</div>
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When Becca was about two, this is what "Go get ready for bed" meant:<br /><center>
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<br />Josh had the softest, wispiest hair so I let it grow and grow... until that time I gave him a buzz-cut and he's been sporting a Greg Brady WhiteBoy 'Fro ever since. Unless I cut it myself, in which case he looks sort of like he's got the mange. #TrueStory<br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/99047815_610e462434_m.jpg" /><br /><center>
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<i>There were middle-of-the-night phone calls with doctors on the other end of the line telling me that they didn't think THIS twin or THAT twin would make it through the night- so we'd rush to the hospital to sit and put our hands in the "baby terrarium", as I thought of them, and listen to the beeps and the whooshing of the ventilator and wait for the inevitable.</i></center>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><i>There were staph infections and even a broken arm that was caused by changing my son's shirt whilst in the NICU - he of the tiny little brittle bones. There were breathing treatments and nebulizers and oxygen tanks and albuteral and lasix and digoxin and tegretol and synthroid and constantly changing medications and frequent seizures and paralyzing fear (well, that last thing was *me*)</i>.</span><br />
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<i>This milestone is especially important for Joshua, as he has already outlived all early predictions of life-span. Though it's a little like living under the Sword of Damocles, we do not give in or give up. And despite the fact that they were and are so fragile health-wise, for the last 10-12 years I can count on one hand the number of times they've had to go to the doctor or hospital.</i> </div>
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*Mystery Of The Missing 23*</div>
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AND currently 2 @ 24 ea.</div>
(or the one where that jackass boychild purposely refuses to look at the camera for 20 takes<br />
and also is still wearing breakfast on his face because BRAT.)<br />
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How could I <i>not</i> believe in miracles? When I look upon those miracles every day of my life.</div>
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I love you, my babies. I have been and will always be thankful for every breath that you take, every blink of your eyes, every morning that you wake. I love you with everything inside me.<br />
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You still make me laugh, you still make me cry, you still make me want to smack you upside your silly little bratty heads.</div>
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Shannon akaMontyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00379928121511251819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580155.post-4675080130599628462018-12-16T16:08:00.000-06:002018-12-16T16:08:31.992-06:00'Tis the season to be...something. The holidays are hard for some of us.<br />
Some suffer SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). For some their regular depression is intensified. Some introverts are already having anxiety attacks at the thought of peopling, whether with co-workers or family.<br />
Some just can't stand to be around their eggnog-sotted relatives and/or be criticized/ignored/mocked.<br />
SO MANY REASONS.<br />
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I usually start feeling some depression and stress around the holidays mainly because<br />
1. So very poor moneywise<br />
B. Cannot buy gifts<br />
III. Buying gifts is the only time I truly enjoy shopping of any kind, and it truly makes me happy<br />
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Besides all that, my last grandparent, my last grandma, passed away right around this time last year. Just barely before Christmas, in fact.<br />
And I'm sure missing her hard right now.<br />
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She was in the hospital and managed care the last year or so of her life when she needed 24 hour care and the Alzheimer's got pretty bad. I feel guilty for not spending more time with her - my only excuse is that I have a little boy (well, I know he's almost 24 but still my little boy) who also requires 24 hour care, and now that I'm old and he's heavier I can't manage him in & out of the van the way I used to.<br />
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Still. That doesn't make it easier.<br />
ANYWAY I have drifted entirely away from what this whole post was supposed to be about, which was basically a HI GRANDMA, I'M THINKING OF YOU AND I MISS YOU A REALLY LOT.<br />
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I've told a few little stories about my Grandma Pat...like she would tell me (I am the oldest grandchild) how when I was a baby and my mom & I lived with her & my granddad while my dad was overseas, she would rush home from work to sit and rock me, and she didn't care if anyone else had dinner or clean laundry because WELL I AM ME, AFTER ALL.<br />
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When my kids were babies, she did not trust me to do their laundry and would not let me use some 'cheap bargain basement detergent' on those PRESHUS BABIES, so she would send my granddad over twice a week to pick up the dirty laundry & blankets so SHE could wash them in Dreft detergent.<br />
Hey, I had twins, both on oxygen and heart/apnea monitors so I was not going to argue.<br />
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In my family, mocking and sarcasm is how we show we care...and we care A LOT.<br />
Like the year at Christmas we told grandma that we had numbered all her stories because she told them SO MANY TIMES at EVERY FAMILY EVENT ... so when she started to tell a story, one of us would shout out something like "ELEVEN!" or "THIRTY-THREE!" and we would all laugh hysterically while grandma said "I DO NOT LIKE YOU CHILDREN. BRATS."<br />
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Or the time we were looking at dresses (she was one of those kind of Baptists where they don't dance and the women don't wear pants, only dresses or skirts) and I pointed one out and she said<br />
"But that's an old lady dress."<br />
I said, "Well by definition, ALL your dresses are old lady dresses."<br />
"I hate you. Brat."<br />
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Actually grandma wasn't one to dish out sarcasm, but she did love to laugh, even (and sometimes especially) if the joke was on her. She had no ego, and would laugh at the most ridiculous, nonsensical things.<br />
Like her favorite joke, which wasn't even a joke, but one of us would always say it because we knew she would laugh and of COURSE then we would laugh.<br />
"What did the bee say to the flower? I'm GONNA STING YOU."<br />
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Not even a joke, right? But always a guaranteed laugh from grandma.<br />
And my uncle, king of sarcasm (and sort of mean, and often an asshole, but hey family) would say,<br />
"Hey mom, come stand over here and let me take a group picture of you,"<br />
which was TOTALLY dickish and rude but grandma laughed and laughed, because let's be honest, she was the closest thing to Mrs. Claus you'd ever see. Very short and VERY round and cute as a fuckin' button.<br />
She loved telling that story too, and laughed every time.<br />
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If you're of A Certain Age, you've seen all the Brady Bunch episodes a fafillion times and you remember Jan & Aunt Jenny...wherein Jan finds an old photo of 'herself' that turns out is actually Imogene Coca in disguise as Aunt Jenny and OF COURSE Jan is a shallow little spoiled beyotch and doesn't want to be 'ugly' like Aunt Jenny even though Jenny is like super cool and popular.<br />
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So (TRUE STORY) when I was a teenager I found an old picture of 'myself' at around 5 years old that I later found out was actually MY GRANDMA, so naturally (me being me) at the next available opportunity I showed the photo to grandma and said SAY, HOW OLD WAS I IN THIS PICTURE? and of course she said it wasn't ME, it was HER...and I figure you can guess what happened next.<br />
I pretended to cry and wailed DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO LOOK LIKE YOU WHEN I GET OLD??<br />
"I hate you. Brat."<br />
She said that to me a lot.<br />
I have no idea why. Probably she loved me the best but didn't want anyone else to know and be jealous.<br />
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Her funeral was particularly hard for me, because it's one of the first funerals I've ever attended that I actually (sort of) wanted to get up and say something - but I was frozen in place and couldn't. Also I cannot possibly be trusted not to say something completely inappropriate because that's what I do.<br />
I did manage to do the one thing I usually avoid at all costs because I feel it's a horrible, traumatic tradition...walking past the open casket at the end of the service.<br />
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But I wanted to say goodbye to my last little grandma, with her blue eyeshadow and pink lipstick and Estee Lauder Youth Dew scent.<br />
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I stopped to look, and remember, and when I whispered, "Hey grandma, remember that time you ruined Christmas when you died?" it was no surprise that I heard her laughter in my ear.<br />
I'm pretty sure it was followed up with "I hate you. Brat."<br />
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