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Waving Bye-Bye to Dairy

27 Jun

Motherhood. I really am loving it.

Cuddling a sleeping baby, discovering what makes her giggle, cheering as she tries rolling over.

Then there’s a down-side, though.

Kathleen hasn’t been sleeping well lately, which means I haven’t either.

Why isn’t she sleeping well?

It might have something to do with her mild diarrhea and the occasional diaper rash.

(Ya, think?)

Surprisingly, she wakes up to poop. Always has. And she can’t stand wet diapers.

But the diarrhea, according to my research, is most likely caused by all the milk and cheese I have been having lately. Apparently it’s the most common of the foods that throw a baby off when it comes to breastfeeding.

So I have been off milk for most of a week now, cheese and butter ended a couple days ago. If I’m going to do this it may as well be whole hog, right?

Then I found out that it could take up to a couple weeks for it all to clear my system, then another week or two to clear hers!

That means no dairy until at least August!

Instantly my brain started a conga line of all the foods I’m going to have to avoid: pizza, cheeseburgers, tacos, milkshakes, milk with my baked treats or over cereal, cream in my tea, butter on my pancakes… The list just kept going. And it’s not like I can just switch to lactose free milk. She is reacting to the protein in milk, not the sugar.

For a moment I had a bit of a panic attack, then I started talking with Lonnie and discussing how my breakfast will have to change.

Apparently it won’t have to change all that much.

He hasn’t used butter on my eggs for a week now.


Bacon grease.


(Sorry, I had to corral my taste buds. They’d run off to throw flower petals around in a mountain meadow. Where was I?)

All he needed to change was leave out the serving of cheddar cheese.

Same thing with my usual ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. (although he made me a pb & j yesterday)

Dinner last night was chicken, black beans and broccoli, so no big change there.

Really, the only thing this will effect is my snacking and our meals out.

Put into perspective it’s not really that bad.

Plus the litany of things I can no longer eat reminded us just how far off our slow carb diet we have strayed. So, now it’s time to head back to some level of dietary sanity.

Cheat day won’t be the same without dairy, though. *sigh

Fair well, milk. I shall miss thee.


Cheat Day Life Guards – A Flash Fiction

10 Jan

“I want a chocolate milkshake so bad it almost hurts.”

“Try not to think about it, Gwen. Concentrate on the walk.”

“It’s not thinking, it’s craving. Dreaming.”

“You’re doing great on your diet. The weight is starting to come off. You’ll be at your ideal weight in no time.”

“Let’s be realistic, Carol, it’s going to take months. This initial weight loss is wonderful and all, but it’s going to taper off here soon. That’s when the real work comes in.”

“Don’t think about it.”

“Yeah, concentrate on the now. Feel the burn.”


“I’d rather feel my fingers getting frost bite on one of those giant oblong bowls they put banana splits in.”

“You’re killing me, Gwen. I’m even off bananas.”

“No bananas? Where do you get your potassium?”

“Kiwi. Lower on the glycemic index.”

“Huh. So one of those frozen peanut butter, banana mochas from Jolts is very much out of the question.”

“I would just about kill my dietitian for one of those.”

“Is that who put you on kiwi?”


“Cruel and unusual, Carol. Cruel and unusual.”

“Feels that way, but my pants are starting to fit better, so I’m kinda, almost okay with it. Almost.”

“Do you get a cheat day?”

“Not for another two weeks. She says it’s best to go cold turkey, then introduce small treats after I’ve seen the first few results. Something about not wanting to over-indulge and screw it up.”

“Two weeks. Are you going to have a maximum calorie ceiling, or just follow your mouth?”

“Uh, I think she just said something like…’Let your stomach and your conscience both talk about it before you indulge.'”


“Yup. Could we slow down a little? I think I’m gonna hurl.”

“Please don’t. I’m kind of a sympathetic vomiter.”

“I’ll be alright in a minute. I just need to let my heart rate slow down a little. Is it trying to rain?”

“It would seem that way.”


“Sooo, in two weeks, you wanna share a banana split with me?”

“I think there was bird poop on that guard rail. Is it on my butt now?”

“Hold still. Uh, no. You’re fine.”

“Phew. That would have been gross. What about a banana split?”

“Do you want to split one with me in two weeks?”

“You mean like a cheat day support group kinda thing?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”

“Well, sharing it would be a lot better than us buying quarts of double fudge brownie ice cream and eating them in the closet.”

“If that’s how you sell it to your dietitian then go for it.”

“We share the dessert, and we can be like cheat day life guards for each other.”


“That’s a great idea! So, like, the first Saturday of next month will be my first cheat day. Are you available that evening?”

“If ice cream and chocolate are involved I’m always available.”

“Then it’s a cheat day date.”


“We’d better finish this walk before it really starts raining on us.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing worse than being cold, sugar deprived, and soaked.”



Too funny not to use for a second time on here.  😀 


Time To Lay Off The Pizza

30 Nov

Ladies and gentlemen, it is now after Thanksgiving.

My diet starts now.


Goodbye, pie.

See ya later, cake.

Adios, sugary cereal.

Hello lots of protein, plenty of veggies, and pickles.

It’s a good thing I really like green beans and broccoli. Otherwise this could really get depressing. The hard parts will be getting enough protein in each day, and keeping track of my calories to make sure I stay above 1,600.

Yes, my main problem is not eating too much, it is eating too little, and even then usually taking the easy way out. Why make eggs when the cereal is faster? Why bake a potato when the noodles will take just a few minutes?

I don’t know why I let myself lose track of my diet. I feel so much better when I am eating as I should. The energy I have while eating right is incredible. Right now, I feel so sluggish I just want to sleep all day long.

Not good when you are trying to get a business off the ground, finish a book, publish poetry, and make enough money to start the family you have wanted since you could talk in full sentences.

So, the diet begins now. The work outs will begin in earnest after the diet has had a little time to take effect. Trying to work out now only has the effect of draining what little energy I have because I’m not giving my body the fuel it needs.

Gone is the too lazy to cook pizza night.

Banished are cookies, cake and candy (except for the one dark chocolate piece a day).

Out with the midnight ice cream parties.

A chocolate chip oatmeal square from last summer.

A chocolate chip oatmeal square from last summer.


I will miss you… for a couple weeks.

After that, I am hoping that those around me will be supportive enough to not try and convince me that ‘one won’t hurt you’. Or saying silly things like ‘You’ve had a rough week, you’ve earned it.’

What I have earned is the desire to stay with it this time. I miss feeling strong and resilient. I miss popping out of bed in the morning ready to face the day. It was much better then. I want it back.

And I will have it back,

even if I have to club every nay-sayer with my vegetable wok.


After the first couple weeks of being really strict with myself I will allow one (1) cheat meal a week.

You still need to have a little fun in life.

The main thing I will try to accomplish with this is fueling my body properly so that my blood sugar levels are more even through the day. When that happens I will have the energy to work out on a regular basis, then look out body fat! Here come the measuring tape, two pound weights, and walking shoes!



It would be really nice to be able to wear my wedding rings again.

It will be really nice to be able to wear my wedding rings again.


Two Nights Of Dancing? Yes, Please!

28 Sep

Tonight was a lot of fun. I went to the Senior Center dance and danced my feet off.

Poor Lonnie was stuck at home dealing with some plumbing issues. They’re not totally resolved yet, but that’s because there aren’t any 24 hour plumbing outfits around here. Suffice it to say, we have running water again, but a few things didn’t handle the no-water-then-actual-water-pressure situation very well. We’re not reaching for water wings and swim fins, but there was a leak.

(I’m just glad I married someone who can deal with this sort of stuff, because I have no clue.)

So, the dance drew a lot of new people from around the area. Unfortunately there were more women than men.  That meant that every man there was kept dancing just about the entire time. The husbands were doing a wonderful job of making sure that no single lady sat for too long, and the wives did a lovely job of making sure the other ladies knew they were comfortable with it.

We had 3 fiddle players taking turns and duets through the evening, and even a harmonica player for one song. The regular band was in fine form, and absorbed the guest musicians with wonderful grace and harmony.

The only complaint I had about the evening was that I really should start bringing some food with protein in it for the intermission meal. I am thinking that everyone got together and made Friday night their cheat day, because we have cookies, cakes and gelatin desserts coming out our ears. Everyone else really enjoys the yummy sugar, but I really need to watch it with that kind of stuff, especially when I’m doing a physical activity. Believe it or not, waltzing and the Texas two-step are a lot of exercise. Especially when you’re only getting to sit down for one dance in four.

I need the exercise, so I’m not going to complain.  🙂


Tomorrow night (by the time you’re reading this it will be tonight) I am joining in the festivities of a bachelorette party.

We’re going to meet up at a friend’s house, play a couple games, goof around, then head off to dinner. After dinner we’re going to go back to her house, change into our late night clothes, and go clubbing. What I really like about the club they’ve chosen is that they have great staff. Their security is on top of everything, they card pretty much everyone (does wonders for the ego 😉 ), and the bathrooms are uber clean.

We’re not going out really to drink, though. Mostly for dancing. I’m not going to be drinking at all. The last thing I need is to have a blood-sugar crisis when we’re all supposed to be having blast.

It should be a lot of fun.  😀


Yeah, so on another note. I wrote a sad, sappy, happy ending lyrics for a song this afternoon. I’m thinking it would work better on the Country market, but could work in the rock or techno ballad sound. One of my sisters is good at coming up with tunes. Perhaps she can give it a melody.

Writing a song was definitely not on the agenda when I sat down at my computer, but that’s what came out.

I tried to write something else afterward, but was too drained to do anything beyond simply stare blankly at an equally blank new document.

Tomorrow is already a wash for getting any writing done. I have a couple errands I’ll have to run before getting my stuff together for that night, then getting picked up mid-afternoon.


Dude! What am I going to wear???


Don’t forget, next Friday I’ll be hosting a guest blog from the lovely ReGi McClain.

(Which is just fine. It turns out I’ll be gone that weekend, so she can have the run of the place. lol  😀 )

Happy Saturday!




The Pain of Hunger

24 Jul

That gnawing need,

A painful rumble;

I just heard

My stomach grumble.

Food, I need

As you may guess.

An empty system

Makes me write less.


Soooooo hungry!


Good thing my Mr. Wonderful is cooking, then, huh?


Silly me has only had tea over the last several hours.

Silly me has only had tea over the last several hours.














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I’m thinking of writing a short story to portion out over next week while I’m helping out at a friend’s church for VBS (vacation Bible school). Any thoughts as to what I should write about?

I’m serious, I have nothing in mind yet, so a good suggestion could very well be acted upon.

(A small note here: Please only G rated topics. I have several followers who enjoy reading this blog with their little ones near by. I would like to keep it that way. Thank you.)

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Want to read more of my poetry? Click Here.


Limited Internet Access = A Cleaner House

18 Apr
My world has been spinning kinda funky without lots of internet time.

My world has been spinning kinda funky without lots of internet time.

It’s not quite that simple, but when it all boils down that’s what it adds up to.

My computer has a little switch on the front that turns on it’s search for wifi. The switch will no longer turn on. Bummer. My poor old computer isn’t really fast when it comes to the internet, but it would struggle along and I could accomplish everything I needed.

However, my husband’s computer (which I am borrowing for an hour or two an afternoon) really does not like Twitter, and Tweetdeck about sends it into a seizure.

So, now that I have several hours a day to kill, I have time to read the book Sink Reflections, by Marla Cilley — The FlyLady.  My mom sent the book home with me last Wednesday after her order of FlyLady cleaning supplies came in, and I got engrossed in the book while helping her put her supplies away.

Over the last several days I have totally cleaned my kitchen sink, set up a small morning routine to keep a couple parts of my house consistently clean, and my husband is being fed breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.

Lonnie is going to see if he can bypass the switch and get me internet access again. Here’s hoping that it won’t sweep away my new found housekeeping habits.

Now it’s off to start chicken cooking and to figure out a couple of side dishes. Wish me luck!


Did Someone Say Something?

28 Mar

Question Marks 1 - Cropped

Yes, they said it wouldn’t be easy.

And it’s not.

Self-publishing is not the easy way out. That is, when you’re doing it right.

The easy way would be for me to just slap together the remaining details for My Ignored Hamper, not worrying about what’s not quite right, and just get it up for sale.

That’s not me, though.

I’m a detail person. Don’t get me wrong, I love the big picture, the coming up with the ideas, throwing concepts around, and all the creativity of the beginning stages of things. But, if I’m going to take the time to look at the details, spend energy on double-checking for errors, I’m going to do it right.

That’s what I’m doing now. Well, not right now. Right now I’m doing almost nothing because doing too much irritates this dang flu and then I just end up sleeping for the rest of the day. As soon as this dratted illness has run it’s course I will be back to reading fine print, squinting at photos, and dashing around the house looking for a likely person to ask “Does this look right to you?”

Until then I will be puttering around the house eating whatever looks good, forcing myself to read the rest of The Help, cruising Facebook, and killing time on Twitter; going nuts.


My Letter to Winter

26 Jan



Dear Winter,

    While I have enjoyed watching your snow fall, appreciated the beautiful contrast of black trees against fog, and marveled at the river completely freezing over because it had been below zero for several days, I am tired of you.  Tired of having to wear four layers of clothing to walk out to a car.  Tired of frozen pipes.  Tired of the temperature being too cold for me to take walks when I’m feeling…twitchy.

I am ready for Spring.  Bring on the chirping robins, sprouting lettuce, and colorful cardigans.  Picnics in the park seem like a fond memory from decades past, rather than a thing I did several times just a few months ago with friends and family. 

What about Summer?  Flip-flops, tank-tops, shorts, and picking cherries with my mom and sisters.  Ah, and the carnivals and festivals…One of my favorite things to do is attend Weiser, Idaho’s Old Time Fiddler’s Contest.  In actuality, I have only been an observer of one evening of the contest.  But the hubbub surrounding the town is the real fun anyway.  The booths in the two larger parks, the music from the bandstands, the carnival food, oh, and the people watching.  I dearly love to people watch.  (*It’s so much fun to watch reactions to my husband and I holding hands.  He’s 22 years older than me, and I have this terrible affliction of looking almost 10 years younger than I actually am.  Especially when wearing a sun dress and flip-flops.*)

Then there is Fall.  Crisp Apples, falling leaves and sweaters.  The season where boots are a fashion statement, not a necessity.  I love my boots.  Little fawn colored ankle boots with a one-inch heel. Knee-high boots with three-inch heels.  Two pairs of thigh-high platform boots with five-inch heels, in both black and white.

My Dear Winter, while you do have your high points, we have had enough of cold weather illnesses; cutting wood to feed the fireplace, and paying mountains of money on propane to keep the pipes from freezing again.  I think it is about time you moved on and let one of the other seasons have a chance.



Rose D’Andrea


Cupcakes and Babies

12 Jan

It’s official! I have survived my second annual 28th birthday.  The sister just younger than me threw me a party.  It was a sleepover party.  Pizza, tea, and cupcakes; talking, games, and episodes of mutually enjoyed shows.  A nice relaxing night, led to trying to stay awake longer than the little ones so we could have something other than G rated fun.  Didn’t really happen, though.  We watched one episode of Numbers and the latest Dr. Who Christmas Special and we were toast.  By that point it was after two and we kinda gave up and rolled over in our sleeping bags.

I was awakened the next morning by a half naked baby boy bumping into me and laughing his head off because his living room floor was littered with most of his favorite women.  My breakfast was two bowls of chocolaty cereal, followed by scrambled eggs a couple hours later.  Mmm, scrambled eggs.

Not much in the gift department, but I already got what I wanted, thought put into a birthday party.  What I did get was a gift certificate for Amazon and a future lunch out with a friend.  Sweet!

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On another subject, due to a build up of circumstances it appears we will have to do a factory reset on my computer.  Add to that the fact that we had to reclaim our wireless after someone in the neighborhood high-jacked it and changed the password.  So, we don’t have wireless, my computer has no antivirus program, and the poor old thing is in dire need of some help.  We’ll get through it, it’ll just take a little time, and some sharing of the computers that are working correctly (and the direct line to the router).

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Until next time…

How has the beginning of 2013 been for you so far?

Done much writing, dancing, or laughing?