Sorry!

Sorry I missed Friday Night Leftovers.

I almost did Friday Morning Leftovers but I figured I would need something to do after Gee went to work.

I didn't.

I finally got a slip signed by a doctor for work! They needed a doctor to sign that I had a physical, did not have TB and had my childhood immunizations. I thought the doctor who did my physical and tb test would sign it. I was wrong. Because he does not have a record of my childhood vaccines he refused to sign. So I had to bring the results of my physical and tb test to my family doctor and have him sign the sheet. It was a mess that meant I had to drive over 250 miles just for a piece of freaking paper.

Then yesterday, I was sick. It all started Thursday. I had hip pain. I seriously felt like someone had grabbed each of my hips and were pulling them in opposite directions. It felt awful. I seriously could do nothing but deal with it. Tylenol did not help and I am still in my 2ww. I was going to buy a test Thursday, but I could barely move, so I slept all damn day.
Then I woke up around 430 pm and had to clean and mope around, still in pain. So i stayed up all night so that I could get to my doctors bright and early and get the slip signed. Well around 7 a I started feeling a bit off. Then I drank some sprite and my coffee. Then at around 715 I ran to the bathroom. Needless to say, and Gee came home he heard

"blahhhhhhh"

He did not appreciate it. I proceeded to throw up 4 more times in the course of getting to the doctor and having him sign this sheet. Then got home, and went to bed. I thought I would sleep all day again, but I was wrong, I woke up around 230, went to have dinner with my mom (pickles on an upset stomach are not a good idea), went to my uncles, and noticed a rash.
I had a blotchy weird looking rash on my arm. I had no idea where it came from. So I headed home. You know, just in case I had the rash and puking disease or something.

I sent a picture of the rash to a friend of mine who is a nurse. She was stumped. She said it could be heat rash, but since I couldn't even feel the rash, even if I put a cool wash cloth on it, and it stayed for over 3 hours, she was unsure. So, I told Gee around 830 that I just wanted to go to bed. So I did. And I slept beautifully. From 930-630. A normal person's sleep schedule. So beautiful.

Now I am having back pain! I have changed chairs 3 times. The dining room chair I always use hurt my upper back (it sits too high for the table my laptop is on) the ottoman was too low and hurt my shoulders, and so I climbed up and stole Gee's giant office chair. Carrying this thing down the stairs is almost as hard as it was carrying it up. It is taller than me!

Overall though, I feel much better today, which is sad because I wanted to use this sickness to get out of a trip to the INLAWS! Yikes!

Today is also my sister's 17th birthday. She is spending it with abusive jerkface ken doll. (This is what I think I want to call him, he looks like ken, but has an abusive streak that I know barbie would not have put up with)

It is also my FIL's birthday. Our best married friend's birthday. (We have best friends, but then we have the best married friends. We see them a lot more and can relate better.) And my mortal enemy from elementary school's birthday. Never liked her.

Gee just came downstairs and upon listening to me explain the chair fiasco, he called me Goldilocks and then informed me that in his story, the Bear comes home and eats Goldilocks. He said:
"Num num numn num num"

Then I told him to slow down so I could record this for all of you. He then said "You just think you're so darn cute" and proceeded to disgust me with his distaste for doing dishes.

As I read all of that to him, he tried to put a metal bowl into the microwave, and luckily I noticed and called him out on it. He said he had done it before, and we didn't die then so it is fine. So, I put his food into a gladware thing and have decided my husband is not mature enough for metal bowls. So, I guess my mother will be getting some.

Are your husbands this stupid?

I hope they are not.

Also, on the little sister front, my sister is obviously still with this guy, and his sister, who I previously called ASIL, has come to realize he has anger issues. I spent a good part of Wednesday with her. We even found a sign explaining the cycle of abuse. I said abusive jerkface ken doll was at the remorseful stage where he apologizes profusely and vows it will never happen again. ASIL said that the arguing and escalation has already begun. We give it till next weekend. So, I have a week to learn how to handle it if it is worse. What if he hits my sister?

Normally my first instinct is murder and visions of a jail cell. So I need to start preparing myself now. I think I will just call the police, even if my sister asks me not to. ASIL has already said that if she is around when it happens, she will have no choice but to call the police on her own brother. I respect her very much for even being able to make that statement, but I will respect her even more if she can follow through.

I am extremely protective of my step siblings. I am extremely concerned for what this guy can do. My sister is the queen of football. She played with my brother, step dad and the entire neighborhood for most of her life. She has whooped some seriously tush, and has even been in a few fights on the field. (She once tackled our cousin too hard and he started screaming and hitting and kicking her. She took it like a champ and just threw him away from her. She was 12, he was 10.) I know she could fight back, and possibly win, this kid is a year older, he is not even fully grown, and he has long hair and earrings. If he attacked me, I would just go for the earrings. She just takes his yelling, but will she just take it if he hits her?

Also, my step father has decided that "This is just how some people argue." My response? "Some people argue and then kill each other too, do we just ignore that?" Everyone just said "Oh he could never do that! He has a heart of gold." I am sorry but if you can tell someone how worthless they are, and you try to control ever aspect on their life, if they suddenly stop listening or make you mad, what are you going to do? You will hit them, and Gee spent hours explaining to my sister how amazing she is and how she does not deserve this. If that pep talk worked, she may not sit back and take his yelling. Then what?

I am so stressed about this. Gee just keep reminding me that there is nothing I can do. I have to let her make the decision and I can only be there to support her. That I can only help her if she asks. That is hard. I liked it better when they were kids and I could step in and speak to the other kid, or the parent. (Their dad worked late and I usually dealt with the issues after school until he got home. My mom just didn't feel like a true parent to the kids for a long time.) How do I deal with it when I have to let go?

Anywho, I must change this subject because I could talk about it all day. Trust me.

Food. I love it. You love it. It is good for us. It is bad for us. I want to talk about food. I want a regular post about food.

My most recent food challenge? Stroganoff with no msg. I succeeded and found a gluten free, msg free, organic, beef broth and mushroom broth, combined with some flour and heavy cream, I replicated Campbell's golden mushroom. I also made my own cream of onion. The stroganoff was great. It was a tad bit runny at first but with time the sauce thickened a bit more.

I do not measure, I just know, but here is the recipe:

1 roast of some sort
1 bag of egg noodles
1 8 ounceish container of cream of onion
1 onion diced
1/2 container of beef broth
1/2 container of mushroom broth
1/2 cup of flour
1 packet cream cheese
1 container sour cream

You put the roast in a crock pot. Or I guess you special people can use an oven. Boil the broths with the flour and then once mixed correctly, pour over the roast, and cook with the cream of onion.

Then after the roast is cooked enough to be falling apart (I do mine on low 14-16 hours) add the sour cream and cream cheese straight into the crock pot or container. If you cut up the cream cheese, it should take another 20 minutes for it to melt and then you mix it up.

Then you take your boiled noodles, and pour those into the crock pot (or combine them in a stock pot if you want) and mix. It is amazing.


My other food challenge, I bought way too many strawberries. So I added them to everything this week. I used an entire carton of strawberries on bagels. I toasted the bagel (cinnamon raisin) and then put cream cheese on it and sliced the strawberries and tossed them on top. It was amazing. How have I never tried this before?

What are some of your food challenges?

Bobi