This is a guest post, written by my husband...
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Uh oh, I bet that little tidbit plays poorly if the mainstream gets ahold of it!
This is a guest post, written by my husband...
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Posted by Mirth at 6:36 AM 1 comments
Labels: Current Events, History, Life, Mister C, Politics, reality
So yeah, where the heck have I been? Apparently not on here, updating all three of my followers who actually read this. I will set that to rights immediately...
Master J: Well, the child is his own worst enemy. He's enjoying his new school and sixth grade immensely. Homework however, is the bane of his existence. If his grades were solely dependent on his test scores, he would be a straight A student. Because they are at least 40% dependent on his homework, he has two Cs. Which kind of sucks. Because the kid is in 7th grade math and reads at a 12th grade level, but he struggles to get his homework turned in on time. And the worst part? It's not that he doesn't do the homework, it's that he doesn't remember to turn it in. Yeah, my brilliant child can't pull it together long enough to turn in the homework he did so he takes a 25% deduction in the grade. Part of the issue is he is visual like me, if he can't see it he doesn't think he has it. So we're trying a new thing where instead of putting his completed homework into the "turn in" folder, we've paper clipped it to the outside of the folder. Voila! Friday's homework got turned in. We'll see if it continues.
Mister C and I are trying to do a real estate deal with my parents. We want to buy their home that sits on over an acre and sell them our home that's low maintenance and would be extremely cheap for them to live in once my dad retires in a few months. It's a win-win for both of us, if it all works out (knock on wood.)
At this point we're just waiting for the appraisal to be returned in order to qualify for the loan. I was really hoping to hear by Monday, but the lender sent Mister C an email yesterday saying she expects it around October 10th. I'm not sure in what universe it requires a full three weeks to get an appraisal report back but that's her version of events.
Our gardens from this most recent season worked out well in some respects, not so well in others. I finally harvested the last of the cantaloupes and pulled the vines out. It looks a lot bigger back there all of a sudden. I got rid of the cucumbers a few weeks ago, they pretty much sucked. I only got two cucumbers that were edible, the rest of them went huge and yellow almost from the moment they appeared. The watermelons did well and produced quite a few melons, but the heat got to them and they started rotting on the vine before ripening. I pulled them all out a few weeks ago, but one new plant has started coming back. The cherry tomatoes did really well, and one of them even reseeded itself so we have a new plant growing. The red and green peppers really took off once we removed the dying tomato plants. So far we haven't had any harvest ready peppers but I'm hoping we will soon. The strawberries got pretty well overwhelmed by the cantaloupe and stopped producing, but the plants themselves look good and are continuing to vine out and get stronger. I'm hoping they'll start producing again soon. Still no luck from the berry patch. The blackberry plants look fantastic but they haven't produced but one actual berry. The raspberry plants look less good, they've struggled the entire time they've been back there. They did produce three rather sour berries that did not please Mister C. The blueberry plants are mostly not robust. I pulled one of them out and potted it in the hopes of saving it. It seems to be surviving, but not thriving. The two grape vines are growing like crazy, they're all the way up the trellis and starting to curve over the top of the pergola. There are currently five tiny bunches of grapes on one of the vines. They are so adorable I want to pinch them, but I suspect that will not be a good thing. And finally, we went ahead and planted two apple trees and a peach tree. They are too young yet to be producing anything but they seem strong and managed to survive our brutal summer so I have hope.
In anticipation of our next growing season down here, I have started a bunch of seeds in my kitchen. I am highly disappointed with the green bean seeds I bought as they have yet to start growing. Since it's been a few weeks, I'm pretty sure they're duds and I'm going to have to restart some different ones. Having said that, everything else seems to be trying. The peas are at least four inches tall and the spinach, romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes and onions are several inches high. I have high hopes for a productive season.
The Jeep diet is still working, slowly but steadily. I've now lost fourteen pounds and after sitting at a plateau for at least six weeks, I think I'm back on track. I did a six week challenge of push ups, dips, squats and crunches that wrapped up about a month ago. I was aiming to hit 100 push ups, 150 dips, 150 crunches and 200 squats. The last day I did the challenge I managed 125 push ups, 175 dips, 175 crunches and 300 squats. And then I went and whimpered about my hip hurting for the next two days. I now try to incorporate a more moderate 25 of each exercise into at least three days a week. And I've just started a couch to 5k running program. It's ugly. I suck at running big time, but I've found a walking trail that runs in the greenbelt and dead ends. Nobody is ever on it because it doesn't go anywhere and all the houses that line it are one story. So basically, nobody can see me dragging along and stumbling on air while I make my pathetic attempt at running (think zombie on meth and you have the general picture.) I'm pretty sure the running will be a boost to my fitness quest, no matter how I look doing it.
I think that about wraps it up, I'm heading into get some breakfast.
Posted by Mirth at 9:45 AM 0 comments
Labels: Drama of my life, Family, Gardening, Gingerbread house, Health, Life
Hey all. Well, it's been about two months since I announced I was going on the Jeep Diet, and it's been six weeks since I started it in earnest.
The first few weeks I spent logging everything I ate, but not changing anything*. I did this to get a grip on what I was actually consuming on a daily basis so I could understand better what I needed to change. As expected, my daily calorie intake wasn't substantially huge. But my fat and sodium were higher than I'd like and my protein was sort of low. Additionally, the number of minutes I was averaging daily with exercise was pretty pathetic. It's not that I never exercised, just that I did it so inconsistently that the workouts I did were reduced in efficiency by the number of days in between them.
In May, specifically on May 5th, I started in earnest trying to change my diet and exercise. I started going to the gym or working out at home more consistently. I made better choices in what I was eating. I didn't give up any one particular or group of foods. I just made a different choice sometimes (and greatly reduced the "white group" as previously discussed here ). I continued to keep track of all of my numbers just to see what would happen. At the end of May, I calculated out the average daily numbers for both April and May.
Here's how they looked in April (4/17-4/30):
Calories: 1634
Carbs: 147
Fat: 78
Protein: 81
Sodium: 2081
Exercise: 11 mins
Here's how they looked in May:
Calories: 1449
Carbs: 169
Fat: 51
Protein: 88
Sodium: 1560
Exercise: 24 mins
Obviously the average calories consumed didn't drop that much, but
the fat was cut by 35% and the sodium by 25%. Exercise was easily
doubled. The result so far is that I've lost ten pounds.
Here's how it looks so far in June (6/1-6/15):
Calories: 1452
Carbs: 150
Fat: 59
Protein: 81
Sodium: 1615
Exercise: 41 mins
So, looking at my numbers so far for June, I can see that while I'm doing fine on my calories, the fat is creeping up, as is the sodium. It's not by much, but I think I need to adjust it right now in order to stay where I want to be. The increased exercise is a good thing. I'd like to see it hit a solid 45 minutes daily but since it's already almost quadrupled from April, I won't complain too loudly. And while I know it will get harder as I get closer to my goal, I think with a few minor tweaks I will continue making progress.
*Keep in mind that while I wasn't making better choices consciously, I do believe that the mere act of writing down what I eat makes me subconsciously better behaved so my best guess is that the numbers are slightly skewed to the good.
Posted by Mirth at 9:01 AM 0 comments
Labels: Exercise and other insanity, Food, Health, Life, miscellaneous blather
Today is internationally recognized Holocaust Remembrance day. I don't think about the atrocities of that chapter in history too often but I was reading an article in our local paper the other day that triggered some thoughts. The article was talking about one of the original rail cars from Macedonia that had arrived locally to be displayed in the Holocaust and Tolerance Museum being built in Chandler. The story centered around the experiences of Helen Handler, a woman who had survived the camps after arriving there when she was fifteen. Seeing pictures of her today at eighty three reminded me of someone I knew.
When I was a young teen, I lived in a small town in Connecticut and used to babysit for several local families. One of those families happened to be a Jewish family that I babysat for over several years. Tom, the dad, was a gruff guy who scared the bejeebus out of me when I first met him until I eventually figured out that he was really just a big teddy bear. A highly intelligent, multi-multi-lingual, cranky teddy bear. But, I loved this family and was basically treated as a member of it. Suffice it to say that I know that matzo ball soup will kill you if you don't eat the stewed fruit.
Over the time that I was taking care of the kids and being a part of the family, I met quite a few of the extended family, included the grandparents. Tom's parents were this little (literally) old couple who spoke English with an accent. But I never made a connection until one day his dad reached for something and his shirt sleeve rode up. He quickly covered his arm back up but I had seen what he was hiding. A tattoo of a number. And I knew exactly what that meant. Even today, twenty five years later, I can still see that tattoo and the horror it signified. It broke my heart then and it does now, all these years later.
I'm glad this rail car is here and going to be displayed for people who are too young to have any connection to what it signifies. I will bring my son to the museum as soon as they open up. It won't be a "fun" trip, but it will be one worth doing.
Posted by Mirth at 8:50 AM 0 comments
Labels: Life

I got the first food from our garden today. Unfortunately, the birds (or something) had gotten to the first strawberry before me so it doesn't look great and will be going to the chickens later today or tomorrow. However, the cherry tomato looks awesome and I suspect Mister C will eat that in about .005 seconds flat when he gets home today.
The cherry tomato came from this plant and it looks like there will be more tomatoes soon.
The grapevines are starting to look viable finally.
A few weeks ago they looked like this...
And today look like this...
Here's one of my raspberry plants starting to leaf out nicely...
My blackberries are as well. A few weeks ago this particular plant was just starting to leaf out.
It now looks like this...
Here's a couple of cantaloupe plants...
A few cucumbers...
Our strawberry patch...
And last but not least, here's something starting to push up through the soil in one of my pots. I'll be honest, I don't know what it is other than that it's not a fruit or vegetable. It's some kind of bulb that Mister C and I purchased through Master J's school last fall that I never got around to planting. There were two different kinds of bulbs and when I found them while cleaning out my pantry a few weeks ago I just threw them in the pot and have been watering them since. Should be interesting to see what we get. 
Posted by Mirth at 1:23 PM 1 comments
I've thought recently about starting up a Twitter account but decided it probably isn't for me. Mostly I just want to be able to read the tweets of some people out there who regularly tweet something amusing and as far as I can tell I can't follow their feed without my own account. I suspect if I had an account it would be filled with the following:
First cup of coffee of the day, thank god for caffeine.
Hubby removed the ads from my newspaper, now I can't read it at all. Fairly convinced the stories have all been compromised.
More coffee.
Dog just threw up rocks on the carpet. Again.
Third cup of coffee, finally starting to feel human.
If a terrorist ever tries disguising themselves as a suburban mom with a stroller, our dogs have us covered. Shut up already you idiots!
Where are my shoes?
Dropping the child off at school shouldn't be a contact sport. Just sayin'.
Blech! Mouthful of cold coffee!
No seriously, where are my shoes?
Deli ladies know me by name but still can't remember that I never want a sample. Thanks but I'm pretending that I eat nothing but health food while out in public.
Favorite part of the day, hanging out on the patio with my coffee. Ahhhhh! Blissful peace!
Huh, it's 4:00 and I forgot to thaw something for dinner. Again.
Who left the coffee pot with a tablespoon of coffee and some grounds in it? The hell?
Child is in bed and hubby is sleeping in his chair. Must be 8:00 pm.
9:00 pm. Time for one more cup of coffee and then setting up the coffee-maker to run first thing in the morning.
It's 2:30 in the morning and I've determined that I need to quit drinking so much coffee all day.
Posted by Mirth at 12:18 PM 1 comments
Labels: Fun, Life, miscellaneous blather
A couple of quick updates will have to suffice for today's post...
Master J woke me up at 3:00 this morning to let me know he was throwing up. Yay me! There's just nothing I look forward to more than doing laundry, cleaning toilets and scrubbing carpet in the middle of the night. Don't get me wrong, I feel awful when my kid is sick and I would never let on that I'd rather be sleeping at that time of night, but, seriously? Why does that stuff always happen in the middle of the night? How about a nice Tuesday afternoon when I'm not trying to sleep and I can see what I'm cleaning? Ah well, such is parenthood I guess. He stopped the vomiting part by 7:00am but then his fever skyrocketed up to 102.8 by the afternoon. With medication it was down to 100 by bedtime. We'll see how tonight goes.
The smoke shop killer from the other night was caught. A fifteen year old boy. A good kid. An honors student who loved science, was on the wrestling team and ROTC and who wanted to join the military after he graduated. All thrown away for $300. Three people were shot, two of them are dead. Three families devastated. This child will be tried as an adult. For a decision he probably made in about two minutes, he will most likely go to jail for the rest of his life. This whole situation makes me so sad.
Lastly, Mister C and I just watched "The End of America" with Naomi Wolf. Interesting show, probably worth watching.
We lost one of the world's greatest blues singers today when Etta James lost her battle with leukemia. Etta was edgy and brash, an original who could make you stop in your tracks with her soulful singing. She made you feel every note she wrung out with that powerful voice. And that voice has now been silenced.
She said it best in her autobiography...
"Music was thunder and joy, lightning bolts of happiness and praise, foot-stomping, dance-shouting, good-feeling singing from the soul."
Yes it was Etta, yes it was.
Posted by Mirth at 11:44 AM 0 comments
Labels: Etta James, Life, Music
Earlier today when Mamoo and I were returning from a trip to the library, we noticed three helicopters hovering really close to my neighborhood. As we got closer, it became apparent that they were focused on the street that's one street over from where I live and it looked like they had closed the street down completely. I figured there had to be a bad accident, mostly likely coming out of the library where some people like to make a brazen dash across all four lanes of traffic to go left. But I was wrong.
When I got home I did a quick search online to see if the accident was showing up. It wasn't, but a shooting was. At a nearby "smoke shop", some nut job had walked in shooting. One guy was shot as he bolted from the place in search of help. They knew there were others in the store, including the owner. The first reports were that the shooter was still in the store. The S.W.A.T. team had converged and were surrounding the place. It was a bad situation and people were warned to avoid the area, but it seemed like it was pretty much under control.
Move forward thirty minutes...I go to pick up Master J. Watching the kids pour out of the school and head down the street towards their homes, I think momentarily that it's good that they have the criminal contained in the store because besides my son's school, there is another elementary school and a high school within a two mile radius. I get Master J home and settled with his homework (as settled as much as he can be anyway.) Then I go back online to check on the progress of the barricaded criminal. Only he's not barricaded in the store. And he never was.
After finally making it inside the store, the S.W.A.T. team didn't find their gunman, they did find the two other victims. And at this point the gunman had been on the loose for over three hours. Starting at a location within a mile of my home. And as of right now, over seven hours later, there's still no indication that he's been apprehended. The helicopters have finally stopped hovering, flying past periodically instead. I can only assume they are doing some sort of ground search to try and find this guy before he does more damage.
I feel awful for the victims, I imagine it was just a situation of being in the wrong place at the wrong time for them. I feel bad for the families who lost them too. At some level, I suspect I'll feel some sadness for the criminal too. What could make someone do such a thing? Maybe not. Maybe I'll be pissed off angry by the time they catch him. But right now, I just wonder why.
So yeah, complete lock down at the old Mirth plantation.
Posted by Mirth at 8:08 PM 2 comments
Labels: Life