Category: Life


Interesting Recipe

Snowmobile Soup | Fix-It and Forget-It.

I saw a link on Facebook for this recipe this morning.  The title sure grabbed my attention!

I don’t know about where you live, but in this part of Michigan we have been enjoying a very mild winter.  The way I understand it, we should be having warmer than normal temperatures for the next week.  No, I am NOT complaining!  I am a bit scared about how this mild weather now will affect February and March, but I am not complaining.  This Snowmobile Soup recipe is one that I plan on trying on a night when the weather is colder.

Christian Clothing Site

My oldest son has been telling us ever since he was four years old that he wants to be a missionary when he grows up. He is now ten and says he plans to go to China. He has even told me, “I know that telling people in China about Jesus is dangerous. But I figure if I die telling others about Jesus, God will have some one new ready to take my place.”

 

Wow! That made me proud and scared all at the same time.

He takes his call to be a missionary seriously. Already he carries his Bible to school and wears Christian t-shirts. He says that he is practicing to be a missionary at his school.

 

Because of this, I am always on the lookout for new Christian themed t-shirts for him to wear. Recently, I came across a great site for them. The site is SonGear (www.songear.com). I haven’t bought anything from them yet, but I can’t wait to be able to! The designs are awesome. I especially like the Illegal Grace and the iPraise designs.

 

This site is more than just t-shirts, though. They also sell Christian themed items for the car and for the kitchen, as well as backpacks. My favorite part of the site by far is the Coat for Coat program. Every coat that is purchased through this program is matched with a coat for a needy child in America. I love this! It fits in so well with what we do at Bea’s Love Closet, providing clothing for those in our community who are in need. With all the weight I am losing, I will soon need a new coat of my own. I plan to buy from SonGear so that I am able to help someone.

 

Classic Reading

Jonathan Crombie as Gilbert Blythe in Anne of ...

Jonathan Crombie as Gilbert Blythe

 

 

Classics.

For some reason, I’ve had classic books on my mind lately.  Not really sure.  I am thinking that I will check out one or two on my next trip to the library, which will most likely happen later this week.

I am just not sure what I should look for.  Should I go with a book I’ve never read before?  Or would it be better to revisit a classic novel that I read once or twice in the past.

I know that I will skip Gone with the Wind.  Not that it’s a bad little book (though “little” is not an appropriate word to describe that book!)  It’s just one that I have read more than once.  Maybe I’ll read it again someday.  It still amazes me that a book written 75 years ago about a war that happened nearly 75 years before that is still so popular and well-loved today.

One of my all-time favorite books belongs in the classic literature category.  I fell in love with Anne Shirley, Diana Berry, Gilbert Blythe, and all the other residents of Avonlea when I read Anne of Green Gables for the first time 25 years ago.  (Good grief!!  Has it really been that long ago??)  I have the entire set of books about Anne Shirley.  Every year or so, I pull them out and read through them.  I don’t think I have read them yet this year.  I suppose I could do that.  It’s just that I can’t seem to read only one of those books, and I don’t know if I want to commit to all eight of them right now.

A Tale of Two Cities.  Now that is one that I haven’t read in a while.  It is the only Dickens novel I have ever read.  I don’t know why I never read any others.  Maybe I should look into some of his other work.  I read A Tale of Two Cities in high school, and I did really enjoy it.  Maybe it is time to read that one again.

In junior high, I also read books by the Bronte sisters.  Charlotte’s Jane Eyre and Emily’s Wuthering Heights are both very good books.  It wasn’t until looking up those books recently to remember which sister had written which novel that I discovered there was another Bronte sister who enjoyed writing.  Perhaps I should look for Anne’s novel Agnes Grey. Had a chance to read yet

How about you?  Do you have a favorite classic novel?  What about a classic novel that you have always wanted to read but haven’t had the chance to read yet?  I’d love to hear your opinion and consider those options.

Reader’s Block

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Help!!  I am suffering from reader’s block!

What’s that?  You’ve never heard of reader’s block?  It is a fairly common condition, a horrible affliction for any bibliophile to face.  It happens when a reader can find nothing good to read on his or her shelf.  The condition can worsen over time, like mine has.  Not only can I find nothing good to read at home, I’ve found nothing worth reading in the book section of Wal-Mart (and I can’t go to a book store as my lovely hometown no longer has one) and have no clue what to read from the library.

I just have no clue what to read!

Any suggestions?

I am serious here.  I need some suggestions on what to read.  Asking makes me a little nervous.  Last time I asked for a book recommendation, I ended up all wrapped up in the world of Twilight.  Reading that series forced me to admit that I had been wrong about the books—they are very well-written and just so realistic (well, the love story part, anyway!)  So I got thinking….

What other delightful literary worlds am I missing out because of some preconceived notions I might have about a book or an author?

When it comes to books, I am pretty easy to please.  There is very little that I will not read.   Poetry—that is one that I am not real fond of, but I am willing to consider it.  About the only thing I will put my foot down about are sex, blood, and swearing.  Not interested in reading vivid descriptions about someone’s love life.  The same with blood and violence—I don’t like scary, gory movies so I don’t imagine books like that would appeal to me.  Besides, I have such a vivid imagination that I am sure that dreams from books like that would keep me from sleeping well for a week!  As far as swearing goes, I suppose there is a place for that in some conversations.  But I don’t like reading something where the dialog consists of little more than just swearing.

Do you know any books that fit into that category?  Very light on the sex, blood, and swearing?  Something that you would recommend I read?  Classic, contemporary, poetry.  Anything, really.  I am just looking for some ideas.  And I am willing to pay for them….

I have two $10 gift cards to give away.  Interested in winning one?  The winner can choose an amazon.com card or an iTunes card.  To win it, all you have to do is comment on this post.  Leave your name and email address, along with at least one book suggestion.  If you could, please tell me why you are recommending that book.  That will help me determine what I really should read.  On September 30, I will draw one random winner from all of the comments.  The other card will go to the person whose suggestion I actually follow!

Feel free to pass this post along to other readers you know!  The more the merrier!

Confidence

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National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo or just NaNo for short) is about 6 weeks away.  SIX WEEKS!!!  What am I going to work on for that this year?  It’s not like I don’t have ideas.  I have tons of them—some original, some based on Bible stories and even one inspired by Twilight.  I have ideas, sure.  What I don’t have is confidence.

Confidence.  Yeah, that is something that is definitely lacking with me right now.

It’s not that I don’t have confidence in my ability to write—to turn one of my ideas into a story that others will read and enjoy.  It’s that I don’t have confidence in y ability to write—to actually get the words out of my head and onto paper.

I didn’t finish NaNo last year.  I think I’ve been beating myself up over that ever since.  Sure, part of the reason I didn’t finish is that my hubby and I spilled Diet Mountain Dew on the laptop.  Apparently, carbonated and caffeinated beverages are just as bad for machines as they are for people.  Lack of laptop is the reason that I have used since November for why I didn’t finish that book.  Truth is I was so far behind the day that the computer died that I likely would not have finished it up anyway.

And here I am, ten months later, still not done with that novel.  I’ve started another since then that I have also not finished.  I feel like I have done nothing lately.  Lately!!  Who am I trying to fool?  I feel like I haven’t done anything in more than a year.  Nothing but make excuses, anyway.  Surgery.  The kids at home.  No computer.  Any little reason I can think of to not write I have jumped on!  No wonder I feel stuck.

Yesterday, I ran into a friend from high school.  We talked for a while and I finally said that I had to get home so I could to write.  She commented that it must be a terrible feeling when something that has been your passion becomes your job.  In a way she is right.  I’ve been wondering if that is my problem lately.  Am I looking this more as a job (which isn’t totally a bad thing, I suppose) and less as a fun thing?  I’ve said before that I am lucky to have a job that I love.  That’s true—I do love to write.

I guess I just need to learn how to love writing even when I don’t want to do it.  For the past few days, I’ve feel a deep rooted NEED to write.  The desire isn’t there.  And much of what I have written out of that need has been crap (no matter how many times my BFF tells me she loves it) and might well be useless.  But I did write.  Hopefully that counts for something.

Intimate Thoughts

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How did people do this—swallow their fears and trust someone so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had—with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me?  If it weren’t Edward out there, id I didn’t know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him—unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally—I’d never be able to get myself up off this floor.

BREAKING DAWN by Stephanie Meyer, page 83

I have already reviewed Twilight and I have no intention of reviewing all four books in the series (other than to say that I liked all of the books except for the last one—it just wasn’t as interesting to me.)  But this paragraph from the final book is something that I have not been able to get out of my head.

I absolutely LOVE it!

Bella and Edward were married at this point.  It was their wedding night (more like the night after because of the time it took to finally get to their honeymoon destination) and she was in the bathroom, attempting to ready herself for the consummation of the union.  That is when she is hit with a case of the jitters.  She’s not worried so much that the first time won’t be all that she has ever dreamed it would be—her love of and trust in Edward, her sureness of their relationship make her comfortable that this is a dream come true.  What she is worried about is barring her soul, sharing herself in a complete way that she has never done before.

This is NOT something that I expected.  I tend to shy away from novels that are not Christian novels because I don’t want to read about sex.  Even if it is just hinted at in the book, it’s all too common to have couples who are not married and not really committed to one another at all hop into bed together.  Call me a prude if you wish, but that is not something that I want to read about.  It happens, I know.  And I know that premarital sex is a part of my past.  But that doesn’t mean that I want to be slapped in the face with it.  Because the romance of Bella and Edward is such a big part of this series and because romance often means sex, I fully expected to have to skip over sex passages at some point in this series.

I did not expect to see the subject handled so subtly, so beautifully in this book.

No, Stephanie Meyer did not say that marriage was needed before sex.  But she did make pretty clear that there should be a commitment between the two partners before they take that sexual step.  And she did it in a way that was at all preachy.  It was just one girl’s—one woman’s—thoughts and feelings right before giving her body away.  She was acknowledging the huge step she was taking, how everything was about to change for her and for the man she loved.

Something that I don’t think many young ladies think about anymore.

Sex has gotten too casual.  Done the right way, with a person you love and are committed to, it is really a powerful thing.  It can strengthen a relationship.  Done the wrong thing it can ruin the relationship.  I really love that a character in a mainstream novel stopped to consider all of the implications of her actions.

Much Needed Grace

Have you ever read something that you felt was written just for you?  In the past two years, it has happened to me twice with novels I have read.  I felt like the author was writing my life story.  OK, so there were a few twists and turns and plot points that did not accurately fit my life.  But the books dealt so closely with things that I was dealing with in my life that I felt like God had given both stories to the author with the intent of having me read the books.

Even more amazing is that both books were written by the same author.

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The author I am talking about is Christa Allan.  I am not sure when I first met Christa online.  But when I read her novel Walking on Broken Glass in early 2010, I felt like she must have known me forever.  Though we had not (and still have not) met face-to-face, she captured my feelings of lose, hopelessness, and addiction so accurately in Leah Thornton, the main character of her debut novel.  Through that book, I was forced to face a truth about my life that I had been running from for years.  Facing that truth has led me to a healthier life today.  I won’t repeat my review of this book, but if you want to revisit it, you can find it here.

That first book affected my so deeply that I was more than anxious to read her second novel, the recently released The Edge of Grace.  I didn’t know what the book was about.  I didn’t really need to know—Christa had written it, and that was enough for me!  I requested a review copy of the book and waited for it to be delivered.  When it came, I immediately read the back of the book—and the book very nearly fell from my hands.

An early morning call shatters Caryn Becker’s world.  Unable to cope with her brother’s news that he is gay, Caryn rejects him and disappears into her own turbulent like as a young widow and single mom.  But when David is attacked and nearly killed, Caryn is forced to make hard choices about family, faith and her own future; choices that take her to the very edge of grace.

In all honesty, I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or cry.  One thought kept running through my head: “She did it again!”  One again, without knowing it at all, Christa Allan had written a book similar to what I was experiencing in my life.  In that moment I knew that this book was going to change my life.

Just a few days before the book arrived in the mail, my husband received a phone call from his brother.  Not a big surprise.  My husband receives calls almost weekly from his brother.  The surprise was in the reason for the call.

It had been over ten years since we’d been shocked at the news that he was gay.  For the past four or five years, we had accepted his partner as a part of our family.  He came to birthday parties for our sons, and the two men hosted holiday dinners in their home.  Our sons even accepted the relationship between Uncle Mike and Dr. Erik—though at 4, 7, and 10, I am not sure they fully understood just what “gay” meant.  The news that Mike was gay had been so shocking, especially as it followed so closely the heels of the first in a series of strokes for their mother, that I didn’t think anything would shock me about him.

I found out how wrong I was about that when my husband said, “We’ve been invited to a wedding in New York.  Mike and Erik, later this fall.  Mike wants me to be his best man.”

OK, so the news really wasn’t all that shocking.  I already knew that Mike and Erik were very committed to each other.  My husband and I had talked in the past about how relieved we were that same sex marriage is not legal in Michigan, where we all live.  But Erik was raised in New York and still has family there.  Now that same sex marriage is legal there, he proposed to my brother-in-law.  Good for them.  Not so good for us.

My husband and I share very strong faith in Christ.  We both believe that the Bible is very clear on homosexuality as a sin.  We have never pushed Mike away or attempted to make him feel like his “gayness” makes him a bad person.  (Perhaps never is too strong.  I know that Mike and I had some blow-ups over it in the beginning.  I clearly remember Mike yelling at me, “Just once I’d like to find someone claiming to be a Christian show tolerance for a gay lifestyle!”  My response was to scream just as loudly, “Just once I’d like to find someone living a gay lifestyle show tolerance for the Christian faith!”)  It’s just part of who he is, and he is family.  We love him no matter what—even if we don’t agree with how he chooses to live his life.  That is what Christ wants from us, right?  That whole, “Love the sinner, hate the sin” thing.

But now we were faced with a  dilemma—would it be possible to love Mike and not disappoint God at the same time?

In many ways, attending their wedding (let alone being a part of it, as my husband had been asked to do), felt like it was condoning their lifestyle.  And if we are condoning that lifestyle, are we dishonoring God?  Is it all possible to show our love of Christ, to provide action to our faith, and still show love and support to a beloved member of our family?

These are the questions that I was dealing with when I began reading Christa Allan’s latest book.  I didn’t expect that her book would answer all of my questions.  Honestly, I didn’t know if it would answer any of them.  But I was hoping that reading the book would help me to at least find some perspective.  Another Christian woman, dealing with the same sort of issues that I was?  At the very least, I hoped that reading the book would help me to feel less alone.

Was I disappointed in the book?  Did the fictional experiences of these characters help me to deal with my own reality?  If you want to know, come back tomorrow to read my review of Christa Allan’s book The Edge of Grace.

9-11, Ten Years Later

Like many across the country, I woke up this morning with thoughts of what happened ten years ago fresh in my mind.  I remember that Tuesday morning, the bright blue sky and warm temperatures.  I remember exactly what I was doing.  And I even started off this morning in a very similar way.

Ten years ago, after making breakfast, I spent much of the day sitting on the sofa with my oldest son, our eyes glued to the NBC news coverage on television.  Well, my eyes were glued to the TV; he was seven months old and didn’t really watch much TV at all yet.  This morning, I made sure there was breakfast for everyone and settled in to watch NBC again.  When my oldest sat beside me, I couldn’t help but thinking back to that morning.

A lot of things have changed since then.  For one, the sofa was different.  So was the living room—larger now, located in a house we own, way across town from the rented apartment we used to call home.  This time, it wasn’t just the two of us watching TV.  We were the only ones sitting on the sofa, but my two other sons were playing with building blocks on the floor.  And my oldest boy—well, somehow he had morphed from an adorable, giggling seven-month-old to an occasionally sullen, often temperamental fifth grader.  One of my favorite changes, though, was in my son’s communication.  He was interested in what he was seeing on TV, and kept asking me questions about it.  Occasionally, his brothers would tear themselves away from building their own replicas of the Twin Towers to ask a few questions of their own.

In addition to watching the coverage of the memorial ceremonies on TV (which included comments  from my kids on how Matt Lauer once had hair while Al Roker once had much bigger clothing), we looked through a book I was given for Christmas in 2002 and a scrapbook I made from newspaper and internet clippings.  The book, a collection of pictures from the New York Daily News looking back on the attacks one year after, held their interest for just a little while.  The scrapbook, something that I made in the hope that my children would someday learn something about that terrible day from my memories, was a much bigger hit.  They boys liked seeing the pictures and stories, as well as my thoughts about what had happened in New York, D.C., and Shanksville.  I liked sharing it with them.

Never forget.  That is one thing that has been said over and over about the attacks.  I know it’s a day that I will never forget.  And now I am sure my children will understand—as well as anyone can—just what happened that day.

Feelin’ Good

 It’s been just over a week since my sleeve.  I am feeling GREAT!  No idea yet how much weight I have lost.  Friday morning, I go see my PCP about some of the heart complications that popped up after surgery (which are under control now due to the cardiac medications I am on) and I will be weighed then.  Never in my life have I been so excited about stepping on a scale as I am now!!!

The dietitian at the University of Michigan asked me to keep a log of the foods I am eating each day.  She said that will help her to see where I might need to make changes to keep the weight coming off and to keep it from coming back.  But a food log looks so boring….  LOL I decided to “spice it up” by writing down not only what I ate, but how those foods made me feel.  When I started the pre-op liquid diet, I wrote how much I dislike Cream of Wheat.  Yesterday, after not having any since the day before surgery, I wrote how much I was missing it.  I made a packet of the instant stuff with extra milk (to make it thin enough to drink), vanilla protein powder, and a dash of cinnamon.  Oh, it was so yummy!!  The real NSV (non-scale victory, for those who may not know the term!) came, though, when I realized that the one packet was enough for me for two meals!!  NEVER would have believed that a full packet would satisfy me, let alone just half a packet!

So then I went upstairs to get ready for my day.  I slipped on a blouse that I have always worn with a tank underneath because the blouse doesn’t button comfortably around me.  It DIDN’T button comfortably around me, I should say!!  This morning, I can button it and there is even some room!  The weight is coming off!!!!  Oh, I cannot tell you how excited I am!!

Life with a Sleeve

On Monday, I had a laparoscopic sleeve gastrectomy. I wish I could say that I feel great and that I have absolutely no regrets. But, OA only works when you are completely honest. And in all honesty, I’ve been wondering a lot about my decision this week. Not that there is anything I can do about it. What’s done is done, and this surgery cannot be reversed.

First, let my share my pre-surgery stats. My weight as of Thursday, May 19 was 425 pounds. Yes, I know that is a rather larger number, but I feel good about it. Why? Because on the day I started my liquid-only diet, my weight was 445. A twenty pound loss in 10 days—without feeling like I was depriving myself—is pretty awesome! And when I think that it was May 19 when I started on a food plan and I have not deviated from that plan—WOW! Sixteen days of abstinence feels pretty good!

My body measurements as of Saturday, May 21, 2011:

  • Neck 16.5 inches
  • Bicep 21.25 inches
  • Bust 60.25 inches
  • Waist 61.5 inches
  • Hips 73.5 inches
  • Thigh 34 inches

I was a little bummed that I didn’t get weighed at all while I was in the hospital. I have to see my PCP next week, and I will get a weight then. It is gonna drive me halfway insane not knowing my weight until then!

The surgery went well. I was a little scared at first. There are risks with any surgery. A part of me was concerned that I might not survive the surgery. But I told my husband on the way to Ann Arbor, “I am going to die if I don’t do something. At least if I go on the table, it will be because I was trying to make my life healthier.” I have purple marks on my belly where the doctors could have made incisions—six different places. But one of those places wasn’t needed. The incision areas are itchy now. They were just glued shut, no stitches or anything. As they heal and the glue dries more and more, it itches more and more. But I am being good and not picking at it or anything.

The problem happened Tuesday morning. A nurse came into my room to check my vital signs around 5:30 or so. My blood pressure was high (not a big surprise as it has run high for a while now—and is one of the reasons I wanted the surgery) so she returned with a syringe of something to help bring that down. Almost as soon as that medication went into my IV, I felt odd. I was hot all over, sweating when I’d been comfy before, and my heart was racing. I felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. I told my husband who told the nurse who told the team of doctors…. An EKG was ordered immediately and I was moved from the general surgical floor to a room in the cardiac unit where my heart could be monitored more closely. They told me my heart had gone into a fib—arterial fibrillation. The way I understand it, part of my heart was beating too fast and the other part was not beating fast enough. There was concern that possibly my sleeve was leaking (that was ruled out with the swallow study, which showed everything inside was just as it should be.) The doctors insisted it had nothing at all to do with the medication that I’d been given for my blood pressure. Still not sure if I believe that, but OK. I was told that this is a normal complication of surgery near the heart muscle, but that they were rather surprised to see it in a woman my age. Even though I’d been prepared to walk within hours of the end of my surgery, I was not allowed out of bed. The doctors wanted me to get into a normal heart rhythm before I moved much.

I was put on medications right away to bring my heart back into a normal sinus rhythm. It didn’t work as quickly as hoped. Actually, I think it was the third type of medication they tried that actually worked. Because it took so long to get it under control, I expected at least one extra day in the hospital.

Imagine my surprise when the surgical intern asked me Wednesday morning if I’d like to go home that afternoon! Once my heart rate was under control, I was able to get up and walk around without problems. After I passed the swallow study, I was put on clear liquids and I tolerated that rather well. The intern wanted to advance me to full liquids and said if my tummy tolerated that OK, I could leave Wednesday afternoon. It went well and I was home with my husband and sons by 5:00.

I did have one other problem while in the hospital. All of my medications need to be either crushed or in liquid form for 2 months, standard procedure for bariatric surgeries. They ordered a liquid version of my anti-depression medication. The problem is that it was flavored with peppermint, and I am allergic to peppermint. Knowing that most liquid medications have a nasty taste, I just took this in one swallow. So I didn’t notice the peppermint taste until after the entire dose was down. Not that it stayed down. The nurse stood beside me, rubbing my back as it all came back up. She felt so horrible because she knew I was allergic to peppermint, but had no idea the medication was flavored with it. The next morning, we tried opening the capsule and sprinkling it on my food. That has such a disgusting taste that I can barely get it down. So now I am waiting for my psychiatrist to call and let me know what to do. I’d love to go without the pills until my tummy heals enough to be able to tolerate taking pills, but I am not sure that is a very good idea. Maybe I can mix it with sugar-free chocolate pudding. Everything tastes better with chocolate, right?

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