Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Acupuncture WORKS!

My back has noticeable improvement already - after only ONE session! It was a strange experience, but the girl said my body was reacting strongly. (I was dizzy briefly, my teeth chattered yet I wasn't cold and I broke out in a cold sweat) But aftewards, I had minimal back pain and my blood sugar had dropped about 30 points - which is good since I'm a borderline diabetic.

I bought 4 sessions, so I'm thinking good things will emerge!  In between sessions, I was given Chinese herbs and ear "points" - these little seed-like things (3 on each ear) that I massage 3 times daily for nerve stimulation to a certain part of the body.  This is some weird shizzle, but I have to say I feel better!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Giada is my hero!

What do you do in your spare time?  I watch Giada on the Food Network.  Everything I have EVER made from her cookbooks always turns out AWESOME.  WAY yummy stuff!  She made this one on the episode I watched last weekend - it is super easy, but WOW.  Must. Make. Now.

Pancetta Biscuits by Giada De Laurentiis


  • 1/4 pound pancetta, diced
  • 1 (8-ounce) box store bought biscuit mix
  • Buttermilk (in place of the liquid in the boxed biscuit mix recipe)
  • 1/4 cup shredded Fontina

Cinnamon-sugar butter:

  • 1/2 vanilla bean
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 stick butter, at room temperature


To make the biscuits: In a saute pan, heat the pancetta over medium-high heat and cook until crisp, about 5 minutes.

In a large bowl, make the biscuits according to the box instructions, using buttermilk instead of the suggested liquid. Gently stir in the pancetta and the cheese.

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Spoon the biscuit mixture onto the baking sheet and bake according to box instructions. Transfer to a wire rack to cool.

To make the Cinnamon-sugar Butter: Cut open the vanilla bean lengthwise. Using the back of a knife, scrape along the inside of the vanilla bean to collect the seeds. Scrape vanilla bean seeds into a small bowl. Add sugar and cinnamon and stir to combine. Stir in the butter until well blended. Transfer to a serving bowl.

Serve the biscuits on a platter with the Cinnamon-sugar Butter alongside.

Friday, October 21, 2011

What do you get...

...when you cross a cranky Crazydogmama with a jerk?  A jerk with a limp.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

It's almost getting funny...

I am such a mess...I have now hurt my back.  I was playing on the floor with Maggie and I tweaked something.  Ever since, I can barely walk.  I have to hold on to furniture and walls to get anywhere.  I'm sitting here at work with a hot pack and my feet up looking retarded.  I'm afraid I'm going to fall down and not be able to get up.  I am so sick of doctors I could scream!!!!  What am I gonna do with myself??

Friday, October 14, 2011

Smoking, Church and Acupuncture

I have a pack and a half left of my Marlboro's, then I'm done. It's time.  Blah.  Not good for my anxiety, but I have to keep moving forward.  And I'm gonna watch my language.  I know, don't fall over.

I think I may have found a church that won't irritate me.  I'm going to try it out.  You see, I don't think most mainstream Christians would know God if he was sitting next them.  I want REAL.  Not warm and fuzzy, not tolerant of everything God hates, not picking and choosing what suits them out of the Bible.  I'm an all-or-nothing kind of person.  Do it, or don't.  I have problems.  So does everyone.  But I know the Lord, and I have fallen by the wayside.  I need to get up.  I have no need to justify any of my behavior - I just need to change it.  Period.

I am starting acupuncture for some of my ailments.  I was never a big believer in Chinese medicine before, but I've researched it, and I'm starting to think there is something to it.  My doctor recommended it. We'll see.  Can't hurt to try.  I'll let you know.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Almost in the crossfire...

I was going to lunch in the same complex when this happened...

Habib is trying to kill me...

So my Gastroentologist, Habib, who is the most adorable little man EVER who speaks with a stutter (you just want to hug him), made a most upsetting request yesterday.  The results of my endoscopy revealed that I only have mild acid reflux disease, so the diagnosis for the severe symptoms I have are a combination of the acid reflux and a massive anxiety disorder.  In order to lessen my troubles, Habib suggested I cut out Chocolate, Coffee, Alcohol and Smoking.

I stared at him and blinked.

Then I said "So, let me get this are asking a WOMAN with a massive ANXIETY disorder to cut out CHOCOLATE, COFFEE, ALCOHOL and SMOKING?  Are you HIGH??"

He laughed very loud.  I did not.  Then he said "OK, maybe just cut back."

I don't think he realizes that those are the things that keep me alive.


Saturday, October 08, 2011

Time to Read

I've missed reading.  Over the last few years it has been difficult for me to read - I've read a few books here and there, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything for very long when I'm tired and home from work.  Today I spent time with my two moms and we had a great conversation about all the different books we've read and all of a sudden I'm all jazzed up.  So I went up to my bookshelf and brought one down.  "Subterranean" by James Rollins is what I chose.  I will let you know what I think!  I'm going to go take my nightly swim and then curl up in front of the fireplace with Mags.  Yup, my Saturday night.  Sad, huh?

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Life in 5 Short Chapters

Here I am again.  Struggling to make sense of things.  Digging for the root of the problem.  Trying to live in the now.  I've had to make some tough decisions lately and it is hard to do that alone.  No matter where you go, you have to take yourself with you.  Do you ever get sick of yourself?  Sometimes I feel like Tom Hanks' character did in "Cast Away".  If I start talking to a ball, though, intervene - OK?

My therapist left me with this poem today.  I fluctuate between Chapters 2 and 3.  :-/

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit ... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

-Portia Nelson

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Whale or Mermaid?

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.

They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.

They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?

They would have no sex life and could not bear children.

Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.

And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.

We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.

Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

(The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)

By: Delphine Fieberg

Saturday, October 01, 2011

You know you are feeling better when... are dancing around the house in your underwear at 3 am singing along to "Take a Chance on Me" by ABBA, sporting vampire fangs. Yup.