Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
It was cold.
It was dark.
I really didn't want to go shopping.
Sometimes, I actually have fun seeing if I can pull together a dinner with what I can find in the pantry/freezer.
This main dish was a one pot hit!
I used my magic pot...aka enamel coated cast iron Dutch oven. If you don't have one...get one! Or, use an oven safe pot. Seriously, I know it is a big investment, but they make such a difference in taste, and last a lifetime. Save your pennies and get one! Wanna know a funny observation..... 5/6 of the cooks on Cooking Channel and Food Network use them in their shows!
Marinara sauce (hubby makes it 64 quarts at a time and freezes it in qt bags).
1 lb frozen ground beef (which I quick thawed)
1 box broken lasagna noodles
2 cups cottage cheese
About 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
1.5 cups shredded Monterey Jack cheese
2 cups water
Brown 1lb ground beef...season as you wish. I used salt, pepper, garlic, onion powder, and oregano. You don't have to season it....it just makes it yummier.
Add in the equivalent of 1 jar of marinara sauce...
Add in 2 cups water
Add in 1 box broken lasagna noodles, uncooked
Stir constantly, and bring to a boil. Stir and cook until noodles are soft. Turn heat down gradually as it gets thick.Turn of burner.
Stir in 1 cup shredded Parmesan and 2 cups cottage cheese.
Cover with shredded cheese.
Stick the whole thing under the broiler until the cheese is melted and brown.
The whole thing took about 30 min.....but I'm slow and cook from my wheelchair.
Served 6 with leftovers.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Saturday, January 9, 2016
My hubby loves me. At the end of a long day, I don't want to work hard just to do the basics...like get comfortable. I'm well aware that I need to be able to stand from a regular chair. I can. I do. But, I don't care what professionals say, I don't think it is fair that at the end of the day, I don't get a break. I want to be comfy, and I don't want to work at life when it is time to relax. My hubby spoiled me today. He got me a big comfy lift care. So, at the end of the day, when I am dog tired, I can sit in a comfy chair and relax.
Thanks for the prayers! I'm marginally better, but still quite sore. I've graduated from "grit your teeth just to get to the potty" to "look at that garbage on the floor...ain't it nice". There is no way in heck I can clean it up, and with Daddy working this weekend, I'm the only person with magical powers that knows how to use the garbage can (insert snarky voice here). Guess the garbage stays. Heck, I dropped $3 on the floor....and I'm not picking that up either. I wonder if I can get a dog to get it for me...hmm...
Anyway, please keep praying. This is the pits. I can't be a good mom this way.
Friday, January 8, 2016
And....please pray for my back. I hurt it something awful....as in transferring from my wheelchair to the potty makes me cringe. Monday was so bad it made me almost throw up from the pain. Today, I'm past the "gosh I wanna vomit it hurts so bad" but still at "grit my teeth to get to the toilet". Not fun.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
It is not about going potty. Yes, shocker of all shockers, handicapped people in wheelchairs do have to potty. It sure would be a darn nice thing if we could when we needed to.
It is about being treated like a second class citizen. A burden. An extra step. An inconvenience. A second...or fifth thought.
Seriously, I can handle the fact that only about 30% of places are fully handicapped accessible up here. However, large public places should at least ensure that wheelchair users can go potty. It is a basic human function. You can't turn it off. Sure, I can dehydrate myself every time I leave my home. Is that fair? Is that safe?
I'm still to emotional about it to tell you what lengths had to be gone to, and how many toilets I had to try, before I could find one I could use.
I will tell you what it did to my soul, the core of who I am...
My heart is in shreds. I was in a huge public place with excellent handicapped parking and handicapped access. We were doing something my family had planned on for months. Originally I wasn't gonna go because I'm to well aware of what extra steps my family has to take to even go places with me. Horror of all horrors....I had a Coke and had to go pee. An hour and a half later, we finally found a toilet I could use. We drove to it. Let that sink in a little. I've had four children. My bladder doesn't like it when I have to "hold it" very long. It causes physical pain.
Folks wonder why I don't like to travel. I do like to travel. I don't like not being able to go potty any time I need to. It isn't just Alaska, this happens in other states too....even at Airports. I don't like feeling like the whole world has to stop just because I have to pee. I don't want help. I don't want to have to ask . I did for four months of my life. I'm just now gaining back a shred of the self respect that was jerked from my hands. I just want to quietly take care of business like the rest of the world. I don't want a big sign over my head that screams "everyone look, the handicapped lady has to go pee".
That is how I feel. It hurts to know that I fought death, twice, so that this would be the world I live in. Makes me wonder why I leave the house at all.
Please feel free to pass this missive on. Most folks who have to use wheelchairs don't have a big mouth. I do. Quite a few people learned what happens when the mean lady in the red wheelchair has to pee and can't find a toilet she can use.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
I don't make resolutions because I've learned the hard way that life can switch gears in a moment's notice. I do have goals for the upcoming year, but no hard plans. However, I pray the new year shows us blessings. We have had quite a few trials, and I for one, am growing quite weary. I'd like a few high spots this year.
May all of you be blessed this year! Thanks for sticking with me. This has been one crazy ride of a life.