Mamazen

Blew it. however, I can cheat

I forgot to blog yesterday!

Apparently NaBloPoMo says you can do wordless weekends so I'm hoping to find a moment today to take a fantastic (or decent) picture of our day. So far it's involved not much sleep, lots of coughing (post cold cough, Ruby and I), the heater on for hours (it's 36 outside and our house is old and drafty) and a headache from coughing for me. 

Husband and child are getting some groceries, I'm left alone to drink coffee, which is both a joy and a challenge because I also feel obligated to clean or something. I will not. I have plans to go shopping for jeans that fit (every woman's nightmare!) and maybe a winter coat for Ru, since we're getting hit with some seriously cold weather. 

Thanksgiving is coming and we have two yummy dinners planned. 

Wow. I'm actually boring myself. 

Friday.

I'm wiped. Feel like my coffee has been spiked with nyquil and benedryl. Walking around all day (and yesterday too) feeling drugged and tired, when I haven't taken either nyquil or benedryl. Drugs are to blame, but I'm not going to talk about that. I'm tired, and I want to knit, and so I will. Maybe tomorrow I'll have something profound to say. Maybe not. ;)

day 07. Someone who made my life worth living.

I'd written a whole post about this subject and while trying to upload the photo, typepad ate my post. I'm tired, and really want to finish the sleeve on my sweater so I'm not going to rewrite it. You get the cliff notes version. 

Like my friend Heather, I believe my life is worth living because I'm alive. There isn't anyone who makes my life worth living, but there are two people who make my life amazing. 

I was lucky enough to meet my husband at 24 in a moment of sheer luck and kismet. 10 months later we were married. In the 14 years we've been married I've seen as many partnerships dissolve, and every time one does, I am reminded how lucky I am. He is not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but he is a wonderful partner, and an amazing father. He honors me, respects me, hears me, and most of all, he loves me, all of me, just as I am. I am grateful we met that fateful night, and even more thankful we chose to make this life together. 

And then there is Ruby. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and then I had to fight tooth and nail to become one but as they say, nothing worth having comes easy. And oh, is she worth having. She's a miracle, with tidge of magic and a giant bucket of love. She also has autism which makes easy things hard and some hard things almost impossible. But I'm a better mother because she is my child. I'm a better mother because she has autism. Every day with Ruby is a day cloaked in wonder because she makes me rise to the occasion, to learn new ways to communicate and to see the world around me in a different way. 

No one makes my life worth living, but these two people make my life amazing. 

 

Wordless wednesday

(ok a few words) We spent the day watching movies (after I worked with sick kid in tow for a few hours) and listening to the heavy rain and wind. I can't show you a picture of it because well, it wasn't pretty. However, this is much happier.

A stroke of luck...

got me in and out of a doctor's appointment in 20 minutes (when I'd planned for 90) so I ran home and dyed Ruby's new sweater. And. It's. Perfect.

 

I used two packets of dye, and dipped the whole sweater in for a few minutes, then gradually pulled it out. I'd wring it out and dip the bottom in again and again. Finally I rinsed it and tossed it in the spin cycle and when it came out... it was exactly what I was hoping for. Swoon. It still needs buttons and it's going to take 40 years to dry in this wet weather, but as soon as it is I'll ask coerce force Ruby to try it on for a photo shoot. 

I love it when things turn out just as I picture them! 

Sometimes it's better to not work

So this morning, I had a window of time before my first patient arrived, after I'd dropped Ruby at preschool. I could have used that time to search for my ever elusive desk. Or I could have slogged through some paperwork or run an errand or two.

Nope. Instead I opted to finish a sweater I've been knitting for Ruby. I bound off the last stitch while my first patient was lying under a hot pack (cheering me on to finish the sweater). Once I'd weaved in the ends I chased Ruby around to get her to try it on. 

I am planning on dyeing it later this week, probably a deep blue or reddish plum. I want to dip dye it so it's darker on the bottom. We'll see if I have the skills.

She tired of the photo shoot within seconds of wearing it. Can you blame her? who wears white after Labor Day?

ALL DONE SWEATER???? ALL DONE!

And that was that. Next up buttons and dye!

Stupid head

I'm still battling this stupid headache. It's mild like a 2 on a scale of 10, but still annoying and the computer doesn't help at. all. So instead of a blog post I'll give you a recipe. 

Pasta with spicy sausage and pumpkin cream sauce= yum

1lb pasta (we used rotini)
1cup pumpkin (this was from a can, sometimes I roast my own)
1/2cup cream or half and half
1/2cup parm cheese
chopped shallots or onion (about 3 tbs)
about 10 sage leaves, chopped
2 links of spicy sausage

Cook sausage. I tend to do it under the broiler. At the same time, cook pasta.

In a small sauce pan on medium heat, saute shallots in a bit of olive oil till translucent. add pumpkin and cook for a few minutes. Turn heat down a bit and add half and half then cheese. Add the chopped sage leaves and let simmer for a few minutes. 

When sausage is cooked, chop (smaller is better) and toss with pasta and sauce. Add salt if needed, all depends on the sausage. 

Enjoy!

 

would love to blog something mind blowing and fantastic. Alas, I've had a headache all day and just spent 2.5 hours putting my kid to bed. You get bupkiss.

day 06. Something I hope to NEVER do.

This one is easy. So easy it's almost impossible to type. Recently a mama blogged about how her son wanted to dress as a girl character for halloween, and the flack she received from it. Her blog post went viral and what to you know, she ends up on CNN. Some psychologist comes on and says that it is most parent's "worst nightmare" to find out their kid is gay.

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"Worst nightmare"?? 

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Um. no. On the list of things I never hope to do having my child come out to me is not one of them. Hell, it's not remotely even NEAR the list. I want my child(ren) to be happy, fulfilled, loved, and I don't give a shit who makes them feel that way.

Worst nightmare? Something I hope to never do? Bury my child.  

Early slump

It's only Nov 11 and I'm already having trouble coming up with things/ time/ energy to write? Awesome. 

Really I don't have much to say. It's cold. Not crazy cold, but cold enough. Cold + wet = colder than you want. I made soup and bread for dinner and surprisingly I am now considering making pumpkin bread just to keep the oven on.  I just want to snuggle under a blanket and knit. 

Hmm, I think I just might do that.  (after I get this pumpkin bread in the oven!)