Yes, it's true. My sister told me they made a pancake mix and sold it in a reddi whip type can. I didn't believe her, so she took me to the Whole Foods market (the only place here she can find it) and showed me the can in all its glory.
She was right, but at 7 bucks a can I was skeptical. I tried it anyway.
I LOVE it. The batter tastes a bit sweet to me, but the pancakes are great. Even better- I can make as many pancakes as I want by just squeezing the nozzle. Not too hungry? Make just one. Starving? Use the whole can. Needless to say, it went pretty quickly just from showing everyone how cool it was. I *think* it makes about 24 pancakes-i'll have to buy more to make sure!
And cleanup, what a snap! Just run the nozzle under the faucet, recap, and put back in the fridge. That's it. Then it's ready to go when you have your sister needing brain food for her college paper (that you are proofreading) or you get home early (or late) and need a snack.
Pretty nifty I think.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Helping my sis out
So my sister is trying to destash all her anime, clothes that don't fit, and her JE merchandise. She is getting ready to move long distance again (like when she went to Japan) and needs to pare down for this move. She is also trying to raise some funds for school this summer. We are proud of her efforts (the little over achiever), and are all trying to pitch in to help where we can. She has Japanese books and english books, Japanese pop star boy band merchandise (JE) and clothes and random stuff.
here
Thanks!
here
Thanks!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Cat Toys
I spend a fortune on cat toys and stuff for my two furkids. My girls are spoilt rotten. Yes, really. I have a twin bed and they take up half of it. They only weigh 5 lbs each. My weenie cats walk all over me.
And they still love the simplest toys: strings, paper bags, balls, and plastic bags.
One of my girls loves to hop in the plastic shopping bag to get a ride. We call it "Going wheeee!". She hops in, I slowly pick it up, and carry her around. Give her a little nudge type swing. Her whiskers are all forward and her eyes are bright like she is ready to pounce a bird. I don't do it much anymore- i dont have the strength.
They also fight over feathers and strings. I have to call their names and make them take turns. Usually it works.
And my little furkids LOVE to mangle paper bags. They hop in and out, pounce on them, attack them, and literally dragrace into them and slide them across the floor. My little one also llikes to take her paws and hit the bottom of the bag on its side and "walk" the paper bag. It literally looks like the bag is waddling slowly across the floor. Helps to have a bare floor.
And they sleep so well after playing too! It's like taking kids to the playground.
I just make sure I put everything up afterwords. Don't want any curious kitties injesting anything.
Now i have to get locks for all my inside doors and somehow, my armoire. They have learned to open plastic storage drawers, bifold doors, and regular doors. Not that they have the height to do it, they are just too darn inquisitive. And their legs are half the length of a normal cat's legs! Munchkin kitties. and boy do they make up for it too. You would think there were two of each of them the energy they have. I have to keep them off of high places and keep them from jumping up on everything. Counters, storage cabinets (7 ft high i might add)- nothing is off limits to them, even when I say it is.
I just hope they dont figure out the latch and zippers on my purse!
And they still love the simplest toys: strings, paper bags, balls, and plastic bags.
One of my girls loves to hop in the plastic shopping bag to get a ride. We call it "Going wheeee!". She hops in, I slowly pick it up, and carry her around. Give her a little nudge type swing. Her whiskers are all forward and her eyes are bright like she is ready to pounce a bird. I don't do it much anymore- i dont have the strength.
They also fight over feathers and strings. I have to call their names and make them take turns. Usually it works.
And my little furkids LOVE to mangle paper bags. They hop in and out, pounce on them, attack them, and literally dragrace into them and slide them across the floor. My little one also llikes to take her paws and hit the bottom of the bag on its side and "walk" the paper bag. It literally looks like the bag is waddling slowly across the floor. Helps to have a bare floor.
And they sleep so well after playing too! It's like taking kids to the playground.
I just make sure I put everything up afterwords. Don't want any curious kitties injesting anything.
Now i have to get locks for all my inside doors and somehow, my armoire. They have learned to open plastic storage drawers, bifold doors, and regular doors. Not that they have the height to do it, they are just too darn inquisitive. And their legs are half the length of a normal cat's legs! Munchkin kitties. and boy do they make up for it too. You would think there were two of each of them the energy they have. I have to keep them off of high places and keep them from jumping up on everything. Counters, storage cabinets (7 ft high i might add)- nothing is off limits to them, even when I say it is.
I just hope they dont figure out the latch and zippers on my purse!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Endometriosis and doctor rant
Endometriosis sucks.
Chronic pain sucks.
I am the wuss of the family.
I have family members with 5th degree belts -fighting and teaching. I have family members with broken backs that have been fused, and re broken- someone that wasn't supposed to walk. They refuse a second surgery, and don't take pain meds for it. I have family with lupus that went into remission. All immediate family.
And here I am pouring out my wussy misery. Wishing I could overcome my pain barrier and live a full life. I was told my chronic pain was all in my head. I pushed for the laparoscopy from my OB/GYN. They found endo, adhesions longer than my finver and polyps. Benign thank goodness. Now after only a week and a half of sweet relief, two months later- I am in enough pain that i can't even sit up long enough to watch a movie at the theater, I can't vacuum (not that I miss vacuuming, I just like a clean house...lol), I can't exert myself. I have to lay down all the time.
This frustrates me on many levels.
I used to walk faster than most people jog. I am used to a fast paced catwalk stride, not to the invisibly fettered small- stepped shuffle I now use.
I am used to filling my day with crafting glass, chainmaille, screenprinting, clayworking- anything to get my hands on and into to release the energy i have.
No more; I am lucky to be able to walk down the street to the mailbox and back. To do daily mundane tasks, like a load of laundry or taking the clean dishes out of the dishwasher. To make it through the doctor's visit without embarrassing myself because of the pain.
My confidence in my self and in my practitioners is dwindling as my pain increases again. I don't want to live my life laying down to curb the pain. I want to be able to do what I did before; I want to live life to the fullest and be happy.
My doctors say i shouldnt have any more pain because they got it all. If I am still in this much pain, I wonder. Especially after them saying there was nothing wrong in the first place and it was all in my head, and then they found all that during surgery. How do you trust them after that?
My specialist says I may be on pain pills forever. WHAT? I think not. I don't like pain pills. I react differently than most people do to medications, and pain pills are no different. And I don't want to risk becoming addicted either. The whole point is to get me back to where I can handle things. Back to me.
Now they want to put me on Lupron and basically put me into menopause at 33 years of age. I am desperate to be pain free, but I worry at what cost? I have never had luck with birth control pills- the mood swings from them killed a relationship I had. I went from laid back to witch from hades, with almost all the different brands too. So this lends to my qualms about taking this Lupron. And then, if it doesn't work? Makes me worse?
My head spins with worry about my family and bills while I am on TDI. I can't live like this. I refuse to accept this as my lot in life. I WILL be able to do the things I love and miss. I WILL be able to go out with friends and family. I WILL get my life back. Somehow. I WILL NOT CRY.
To anyone else out there with chronic pain or endometriosis or both. There is hope. With a GOOD doctor, and with support. I have scoured the internet to supplement what my doctor didn't tell me. Armed with this, I hope the specialist I just started seeing will prove agressive, empathetic, and, well a good doctor. If not, back to the drawing board and an online search to find someone that IS.
NEVER give up.
Chronic pain sucks.
I am the wuss of the family.
I have family members with 5th degree belts -fighting and teaching. I have family members with broken backs that have been fused, and re broken- someone that wasn't supposed to walk. They refuse a second surgery, and don't take pain meds for it. I have family with lupus that went into remission. All immediate family.
And here I am pouring out my wussy misery. Wishing I could overcome my pain barrier and live a full life. I was told my chronic pain was all in my head. I pushed for the laparoscopy from my OB/GYN. They found endo, adhesions longer than my finver and polyps. Benign thank goodness. Now after only a week and a half of sweet relief, two months later- I am in enough pain that i can't even sit up long enough to watch a movie at the theater, I can't vacuum (not that I miss vacuuming, I just like a clean house...lol), I can't exert myself. I have to lay down all the time.
This frustrates me on many levels.
I used to walk faster than most people jog. I am used to a fast paced catwalk stride, not to the invisibly fettered small- stepped shuffle I now use.
I am used to filling my day with crafting glass, chainmaille, screenprinting, clayworking- anything to get my hands on and into to release the energy i have.
No more; I am lucky to be able to walk down the street to the mailbox and back. To do daily mundane tasks, like a load of laundry or taking the clean dishes out of the dishwasher. To make it through the doctor's visit without embarrassing myself because of the pain.
My confidence in my self and in my practitioners is dwindling as my pain increases again. I don't want to live my life laying down to curb the pain. I want to be able to do what I did before; I want to live life to the fullest and be happy.
My doctors say i shouldnt have any more pain because they got it all. If I am still in this much pain, I wonder. Especially after them saying there was nothing wrong in the first place and it was all in my head, and then they found all that during surgery. How do you trust them after that?
My specialist says I may be on pain pills forever. WHAT? I think not. I don't like pain pills. I react differently than most people do to medications, and pain pills are no different. And I don't want to risk becoming addicted either. The whole point is to get me back to where I can handle things. Back to me.
Now they want to put me on Lupron and basically put me into menopause at 33 years of age. I am desperate to be pain free, but I worry at what cost? I have never had luck with birth control pills- the mood swings from them killed a relationship I had. I went from laid back to witch from hades, with almost all the different brands too. So this lends to my qualms about taking this Lupron. And then, if it doesn't work? Makes me worse?
My head spins with worry about my family and bills while I am on TDI. I can't live like this. I refuse to accept this as my lot in life. I WILL be able to do the things I love and miss. I WILL be able to go out with friends and family. I WILL get my life back. Somehow. I WILL NOT CRY.
To anyone else out there with chronic pain or endometriosis or both. There is hope. With a GOOD doctor, and with support. I have scoured the internet to supplement what my doctor didn't tell me. Armed with this, I hope the specialist I just started seeing will prove agressive, empathetic, and, well a good doctor. If not, back to the drawing board and an online search to find someone that IS.
NEVER give up.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Hand pulled cane and stuff
So I will be selling my scrap glass online. I hope someone else can enjoy some of my pieces and help me recycle it so it doesn't go to the landfill. There is only so much I will be able to use myself when I start fusing and blowing again.
I also have alot of hand pulled cane in colors. White and a nice spring green that reduces, orange, light blue transparent, some with a little dichroic ribbon. Some latticino and twisties.
The twisties I like because they look like the inside of the old cats eye marbles. Remember them? Yah, I'm old, and an old soul too. :P
My twisties and rods are bigger than lampworking rods (or cane to some- i use them interchangeably)mostly pinky size and bigger. I cut them into 16 and 23 inch lengths for storage. I also have some stringers made from that. Flat like noodles too. Mostly amber. And I love the horns too. I think those are the neatest thing.
Now I need to learn to make complex latticino and murrini and milli. And get money for more glass to make stuff with.
And get well. What incentives!
I also have alot of hand pulled cane in colors. White and a nice spring green that reduces, orange, light blue transparent, some with a little dichroic ribbon. Some latticino and twisties.
The twisties I like because they look like the inside of the old cats eye marbles. Remember them? Yah, I'm old, and an old soul too. :P
My twisties and rods are bigger than lampworking rods (or cane to some- i use them interchangeably)mostly pinky size and bigger. I cut them into 16 and 23 inch lengths for storage. I also have some stringers made from that. Flat like noodles too. Mostly amber. And I love the horns too. I think those are the neatest thing.
Now I need to learn to make complex latticino and murrini and milli. And get money for more glass to make stuff with.
And get well. What incentives!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Always looking for a deal
Yep, I love to shop. Especially for glass. My COE of choice is 96. To be honest, it dosn't offer the wide range of colors and neat do dads that 33 or 104 does, but it's great for casting and blowing. I will be learning to fuse when I get well, and will be using 96 coe for that too.
To be honest, I have always been drawn to the other COEs, mainly for their color pallette and neat colors available. For example, I LOVE the silvered glass I see posted everywhere by various retailers. It makes me want to drool. I know, not a pretty visual, but really - If I had those colors in my COE I would be a happy camper. Someday, I will cross the COE battlefield and delve into silvered glass and boro glass and all the treatments and do hickeys I can sample.
Until that day when I have unlimited income, I will satisfy myself with the dreams of the future.
To be honest, I have always been drawn to the other COEs, mainly for their color pallette and neat colors available. For example, I LOVE the silvered glass I see posted everywhere by various retailers. It makes me want to drool. I know, not a pretty visual, but really - If I had those colors in my COE I would be a happy camper. Someday, I will cross the COE battlefield and delve into silvered glass and boro glass and all the treatments and do hickeys I can sample.
Until that day when I have unlimited income, I will satisfy myself with the dreams of the future.
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