Luckyang's Blog

I am an invincible kitchen ninja!!

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 17:30:41 GMT

So I cook up my soyrizo and mushrooms and add them to a bowl of beaten eggs and mix them up good. I take the bowl and pour it into the very hot pan and as I turn to put the bowl in the sink, my sweater pocket catches the pan handle!! It jerks the hot pan full of liquid eggs etc straight OFF the stove!! Like, INTO THE AIR!! With the bowl still in my hand, I spin around and snatch the pan out of the air and return it to the stove without a drop spilt! Take a minute and picture that!! I screamed with joy, "Oh my God!!" over and over! What I would have given to have that on video! Why is it that when I wear my Uggs on a freshly waxed floor and they stick to it and trip me, everyone sees it but I go all badass alone and no one is there to witness it! I feel like I could climb a mountain right now! I am AMAZING!!

Happy 13th Birthday to my 'Baby'

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 17:41:23 GMT

Thirteen years ago today, our precious daughter came into our lives and our son became a big brother. The first words she heard? My best friend screaming "Oh my God, there she IS!!" and Mommy saying through tears "It's a girl, right?" (since she was the first girl in my Husband's family in 54 years, I didn't quite believe) and then crying harder (happily) after the Doctor confirmed "Yes!" Our baby is growing into such a lovely young lady. She is strong, always standing up for what she believes and taking side with those afraid to speak up for themselves. She is compassionate, especially about animals. You've never met such a lover of 4, 6 and 8 legged creatures! She is BRAVE. I have watched her walk up to the biggest and most terrifying bug and put her hand down in front of it to let it walk into her palm. She is facing her health condition with strength and grace and fighting hard to hardly miss a step. We could not be more proud of our little Beauty.

Brilliant (Fight for feminism as explained by dudes who get it)

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 18:13:16 GMT

http://www.upworthy.com/lol-the-fight-for-feminism-as-explained-by-dudes-who-totally-get-it?g=2&c=ufb1

But Working Out Makes Me Miserable...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 15:54:33 GMT

It's hot, sweaty, makes my knees hurt... but you know what makes me even more miserable than that? Staying uncomfortable in my skin! I'd rather have a hard 1-2 hour workout every day than stay unhappy 24-7 with the way things are.

100 Days From Now.

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 18:13:20 GMT

In 100 days, I will hit my 365th day of logging. One YEAR. I've been on MFP since 2010, but I'd do 5 days here, 20 there and then take a big ol break and gain it back. To even think that I am at 265 days in a row blows my mind, and that one year mark in the distance? WOW.

It hasn't been the easiest year. I started out great! Eating extremely healthy, getting lots of exercise. That first 16 lbs just melted off, and although I couldn't see what others did, and my clothes didn't fit much differently, I was still thrilled with such quick results. Then the roadblocks came like they do for us all. My Husband's company he's been with for 15 years started letting a lot of people go, so every day he still had a job was a miracle! He decides that he wants to buy a house while he still looked good on paper, something that was VERY stressful but ultimately brilliant as we did get the house and now his job is more secure as they've gotten a new contract. We move, and just as we are getting into the new place we discover our Daughter's health problems. She has a rare condition called Achalasia, and long story short cannot eat solid foods. Her weight dropped almost 20lbs, and she doesn't have that much to spare. She's only 12. This has been a big dark cloud over our home, and we all are very stressed out and sad seeing her go through something so terrible. Not to mention the constant Doctor visits and tests. Eating became something I felt very guilty about. Every meal I make, I think of how much she loves it and you can only avoid the stuff she loves for so long. With all of this going on, my 3-4 days a week in the gym dropped to 1-2 and eventually not at all. My food quality changed. Eating healthy takes prep time, and I no longer took the time. I started eating stuff that was quick, to just get it over with. I stayed within my calories, but the quality of my food had gone down. Then the anxiety attacks started up. I no longer had my wonderful endorphins to get me through the hard weeks. I just wanted to crawl in bed and watch Lifetime for hours. Sleep was elusive. When your child vomits in her sleep, you don't sleep much.

I've only recently let myself take account of all these changes in such a short time. I realized very quickly that I was in a dark place and that I didn't want to be. I missed how eating healthy made me feel. I missed how great it was busting my arse in that gym. I missed watching that HRM on my wrist and pushing even harder to get a better burn in! I missed getting into the car, and seeing my beet red face in the mirror and knowing I just did something great for my body.

I have 100 days. I am going to make them great. I am going to be strong, and healthy. My family deserves to see that. I deserve that. Here we go.

Fifteen Years of Marriage

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 15:37:45 GMT

On this day 15 years ago, I married my Best Friend and the Love of my life. Over the years we have had 2 incredible children. We have laughed until we cried, and we have cried until we laughed. We have agreed and disagreed. We have fought, and we have made up. We have grown apart, and we have grown back together again even stronger. I would do it all again in a heartbeat ♥

Today also marks 19 years together ♥

She's Still Here

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 21:06:35 GMT

Today as I pulled into the driveway after dropping off my child at school, Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit came on the radio. I smiled for half a second, and as I went to shut off the engine I paused. I've heard this song countless times, and yet... I haven't let myself feel it in years. Really, really feel it. So I sat there, 15 in my mind and I closed my eyes and went back to who I was when I first heard this. I remember sitting in the livingroom on a big white chaise lounge, with my little brothers on the couch next to me and just being in awe. No one spoke a word, I doubt we even blinked. There was nothing like this in music; we knew what we were seeing and hearing was really special. Who was this, and how did these words that to some will never make sense... how did they seem to speak directly to me? How did they seem to be just for my life? I was a confused miserable teenager, how did this song suddenly make me feel like that was okay? It was alright that I didn't get life yet, I wasn't supposed to.

A lot has changed in the last 21 years, but that 15 year old confused girl who was so grateful to have someone understand her? She's still here.

Our Labor Day Weekend, in Quotes

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 15:54:03 GMT

Things Badasses Do: Watch Blair Witch while Camping. Watch Hunger Games with No Movie Snacks.

I climb in bed when I hear ginger girls whisting.

Our pug will only attack if you have sausage. Mark has some! What's his name? I like to be on a first name basis.

Deep down, we're all white chicks?

Mister Bang Bangs is coming.

Do you have Pinkberry? You can get the Fruity Pebbles and suck it so hard!

She's a Glowy Kardashian!

I've got the Ivan now I need Ho.

No names? Good thing I call eveyone BooBooKittyFluff!

Everyone wants to put sausage in the sentence.

If I were hungry, you could definitely breast feed me.

I stuck it to the man all over the 7th Grade.

If I had a monacle, I'd go anywhere with it.

Someone is picking my nose.

That's what you're scared of? A platypus?

Is this foundation all beef?

I married Ringo Sutton.

The Clam Slayer showed me her prize.

Clean it up, Cheese W#ore!

One Year Without My Father

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 18:16:11 GMT

It's been a year. I use the term 'without' loosely, because in many ways I still feel that he is here. I don't picture him gone. I have some of his ashes, I even have his dog... yet I still see him walking that dog. Or sitting with her on his porch, staring at the beach that you could throw a stone at and hit. Although we didn't always have the best relationship, I never doubted that he loved me. I just thought he was confused, and didn't know how to have a daughter. My first memory of him telling me he loved me was a couple days before I got married. He called me to tell me that he and my Step-Mom were about to head my way (from 3 states away), and I told him of my wish to have him and my Step Father walk me down the aisle together. He got quiet, and said 'I will walk you. Just me.' I didn't dare disagree. Just before we hung up, he said "I love you". I couldn't even respond right away. All the memories of me saying it first and not hearing it back... I just froze in shock that he said it at all, let alone first. Maybe he said it when I was younger, but I have no memory of that.

After he and my Stepmother divorced, he took off and didn't contact anyone for years. It hurt, not knowing where he was or that he didn't care to tell me. I am his only daughter. I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. None of us could. When I was contacted by family and given his number in 2010, I was terrified to use it. Would he be happy to hear from me, or cold and distant. I had to find out. I was shaking so hard dialing that number. He answered and I said "Hi Dad". It was the first we had spoken in 11 years. He replied "Hi Baby! There you are!" I sobbed. We talked and talked, and I told him I wanted to come and see him. He said he'd love that. I responded with, "How about if we leave tomorrow morning?" He was stunned, and so excited! He rented us a cottage on the beach, a block away from where he lived. As we arrived around 4 am, he just grabbed me and as we cried he just said over and over "What a blessing! I love you so much!!" It was the most precious moment I have ever shared with my Dad. We had 3 great days together. He loved sitting in the car telling us where to drive to so he could show off the gorgeous area he lived in. Honestly, the most beautiful part of America I have ever seen. He was so proud to go to restaurants in the area and show off his 'Baby' and grandbabies. I am so grateful for those days with him. I cannot imagine if we had procrastinated and not gone. It wasn't close, but we all just piled in the car and drove the 17 hours. Grateful doesn't even cover it.

15 months later, I got the call that his health (which had be declining for quite a while) was really bad. He was in the hospital. My 3 brothers (all the way in TX) immediately took off work to head to Oregon to see him. We agreed my Husband would take me to meet them in Vegas (4 hrs from us) and I'd go the rest of the way with them. I didn't get much sleep that night, and when I got up in the morning to get ready to leave I got the call. He had passed away at 12:15 am. I was devastated that he wouldn't get to see his 4 biological children all there for him for the first time in over a decade, but I was so grateful he knew we were coming. Maybe he just didn't want us to see him that way, so he slipped away. Our trip to see our Father turned into a trip for us to reconnect with each other. The 4 of us had never spent that much time together as adults. It was amazing, and irreplaceable. I hope he somehow knew how precious and important that time together was for us. Although a lot of it was getting his affairs in order, we stole some amazing moments together. I wish we were all together today.

Daddiest, I miss you so much. I know you are with us today, and that you are watching out for your Granddaughter. I love you.

"Spook-n-berry"

Great response to Gay Bashers

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 18:06:09 GMT

I saw this response on a picture of Neil Patrick Harris, his partner and their two kids. I HAD to repost it. There was a LOT of gay bashing on the thread, and this was one person's response to it.

Stephen XXXXX:

I'd like to say something to all of the homophobes, gay bashers, bible beaters, and so called traditional marriage supporters. If you were to read your bible in it's entirety in one sitting, page by page and live your life accordingly, you'

d find that your little issue with gays is completely minuscule compared to the many violations you commit every day. Your clothes, your very marriage itself, your fathers, your livestock, your rape, murder, incest, indoctrination, genocide, slavery. It's all bullshit. If your ignorant parents hadn't beaten it into your heads as a child you'd be able to call bullshit on it yourself. You're afraid. Afraid that someone living a fuller, more dignified life than your own is happier than you. You're all living a lie and until you wake the fuck and realize that that bible you're quoting has been re written, mistranslated, edited and re edited, has had so much changed, omitted, added, removed or even just copied from much older civilizations' folklore with the simple changing of name and place. To sit there and cherry pick an already bleached out version of what you think is the word of God, written by men to control your mind is a little redundant don't you think. Leave your bible at home. Forget the shit, your argument is invalid. Admit it that you're just a bigot, a racist, a sexist. This has nothing to do with your religion as it's bullshit anyway and you're just too damn foolish to open your eyes and accept the scary world around you. Gays exist and have since the beginning of humanity. It's just part of life. It's part of us whether you like it or not. It's better to just keep your stupid arguments to yourselves since they don't add up to shit. If your argument is that it's wrong, then you have a lot of self educating to do. I guess what it all adds up to is that in the end, try as you bigots might, civil rights will succeed, you'll be left with egg on your face and in about 50 years or less, all of you will be looked at the same way we look at those from days of segregation. yes, you have a right to your opinion and the right to express as do I. So go fuck yourselves, you inbred, back woods, bible beating idiots. You're making the rest of America look bad. I challenge you to live by every rule in your bible and not end up stoned to death, beheaded, hanged, burned at the stake, or simply doomed to hell. Go on...I'll be waiting right here.