tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76664322024-03-13T08:51:03.170-04:00:-Þ~~~~*Me, My Ramblings, and a Little Bit of Good Ole' Fashioned Childish Tongue Spitting Out at You!! :)Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.comBlogger355125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-42042067285380229172011-05-03T20:42:00.006-04:002011-05-04T07:03:50.833-04:00Quinoa Burgers!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I tried a new recipe today. I would just like to say I LOVE Quinoa. I have quite a few recipes, but I don't often make them. I usually make the same few over and over and I was getting bored. I came across this one over Pesach but didn't get a chance to make it. So we tried it tonight. It was REALLY YUMMY! So I wanted to share with the world. Too big a recipe to post on Facebook. And I realized that I haven't BLOGged in a bit so I thought I'd post the recipe here. YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY! Gluten Free, Vegetarian, Protein filled and good for Pesach, well, next Pesach anyway. But I'll make it all year no problem. It's one of the few things you can say truly is "Kosher for Passover and all year round!" The Tasmanian Toddler gobbled it up saying "YUM!" the whole time. (That was really cute) Rob gobbled it up saying "YUMMY!" the whole time too. (That was also kind of cute) It was easy to make. I'm happy! YAY!!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok, so here's the recipe already!</span><br />
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Yield: 6 large patties </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1-1/2 cups vegetable broth (I used water with the powdered broth stuff because that's what I had on hand)<br />
1 cup quinoa, **rinsed well** (ALWAYS rinse your Quinoa- even if it says pre-rinsed- lest it taste bitter and soapy)<br />
1 large egg, beaten (my note to the recipe- I will add 2 eggs next time to hold it all together a little better)<br />
4 to 5 tbsp. olive oil, divided<br />
1/4 cup onions, chopped<br />
1/4 cup red and green peppers, chopped<br />
2-3 cloves garlic, minced<br />
Salt<br />
Pepper<br />
Herbs- (whichever, it's a versatile recipe)(today I used dried parsley, basil and oregano and pepper) to taste</span><br />
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</span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. Bring broth to a boil. Add quinoa and stir. Simmer, covered until all liquid is absorbed, about 20 minutes. Let stand 5 minutes. Cool. </span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. Add egg(s).</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. Sauté onions, peppers, and garlic in 2 tbsp. olive oil until softened and lightly browned. Add to quinoa mixture along with salt, pepper, and your favorite herbs, fresh or dried.<br />
4. Form mixture into patties and sauté in remaining oil until browned on both sides.<br />
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They were YUMMY but they didn't hold together very well as a burger. My theory to this is I used more veggies than called for adding some extra moisture, plus I think an extra egg would be better. But all in all it was a successful supper. WHOO HOO!<br />
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I'm having a happy evening. Sometimes it's the little things that make one happy. Now it's time to do the dishes....<br />
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Have a good night all and happy Quinoa-ing!</span> </div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-15942971400285598062011-04-15T07:56:00.000-04:002011-04-15T07:56:33.078-04:00Passover is coming....And I HATE cleaning.... so I'm procrastinating with something I don't do very often anymore. BLOGging!<br />
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I have vacation now through Wednesday, but since the first Seder isn't until Monday.... Well let's just say that the pre-Pesach scramble is in full swing and it won't be a restful vacation until Tuesday. I still have to finish cleaning, cover my kitchen, close away cabinets, clean out and re-stock other cabinets, bring up all my Pesach dishes and supplies, get my hair cut, and cook and cook and cook, and cook. <br />
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In my procrastination I found this list from the UJA Federation of New York. I will share because what is better than a reason to procrastinate Pesach cleaning????<br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The story of Passover hasn’t changed in the last 3,000 years. But that doesn’t mean you won’t have anything new to discuss! Here are some little-known Passover facts to spice up your seder.</div><ul style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">During Passover, some vegetarians use a broiled beet instead of a lamb bone on their seder plate. The beet, bloodred in color, serves as a reminder of the Paschal sacrifice. Others use an avocado pit instead of a lamb bone on their seder plate.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">According to tradition, Miriam gave water from her well to sustain the Israelites in the desert. Some people honor Miriam by placing a cup for her at the seder table and pouring water from their glasses into her cup.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In the mid 1930s, Maxwell House started giving out Haggadot to clarify that coffee beans are kosher for Passover, and thus prevent a dip in coffee sales. Distributed nearly every year since, there are now more than 50 million copies in print.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">During the Civil War, despite the divide, Union and Confederate Jews bonded together during Passover, even inviting their adversaries to family seders.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Jewish Civil War soldiers without ingredients for <i style="font-family: Arial;">charoset </i>put a real brick on their seder plate. In 18th-century Salonika, Greece, people added chopped stone to their <i style="font-family: Arial;">charoset</i>, and some Moroccans included grated rock.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Many Jews were in synagogue for Passover when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated. The American Jewish Historical Society notes that synagogue bimahs "were quickly draped in black and, instead of Passover melodies, the congregations chanted Yom Kippur hymns."</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the world’s largest matzah ball was unveiled in Tucson, Arizona, in 2010. Weighing in at 488 pounds, this giant matzah ball was made from more than 1,000 eggs and 125 pounds of matzah meal.</li>
</ul><ul style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In the British territory of Gibraltar, Jews actually mix the dust of bricks into their <i style="font-family: Arial;">charoset</i>, a symbol of the mortar used to hold together the brick walls the Jews built in Egypt.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Coca-Cola makes a special batch of kosher-for-Passover Coke with real sugar instead of high-fructose corn syrup, because corn products are forbidden during the holiday. Look for the bottles with yellow caps.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In Vilna, Poland, during World War I, it was very difficult to find kosher wine. Rabbinical authorities made a special announcement to allow sweet tea to be substituted for the traditional four cups of wine during the seder.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Centuries ago during Passover, Jewish people living in the Sahara abandoned their fortified villages and marched into the desert, in memory of the first Passover.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Manischewitz alone sells more than 1.5 million jars of gefilte fish nationally and internationally — that’s almost one jar for every 10 Jews in the world.</li>
<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://www.ujafedny.org/themes/ujafny/images/core/bullet.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 6px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Persian Jews distribute green onions during the song <i style="font-family: Arial;">Dayenu </i>and hit each other with the stalks when the ninth stanza begins. </li>
</ul> Chag Pesach Sameach!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-43571824126518949452011-01-15T20:54:00.001-05:002011-01-15T20:54:41.205-05:00I have a strange child...I think she is the only kid in the world who when it is time to take her amoxicillin (she had a BAD cold and cough this week, caught from her Abba) (and guess who has it now......) Anyway, when it's time for her medicine she says "YUMMY!" And then after she finishes it she asks for "MORE!"<br />
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Go figure!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-62556250152405529502011-01-09T12:25:00.000-05:002011-01-09T12:25:11.916-05:00I'm Still HereJust been busy and tired. I't s hard to work full time and chase a kid around in the evenings. And while my day off was very nice, it's hard to then schedule 5 days worth of patients into 4 days. And then it snowed.... And then it was Shabbat. And now it's Sunday again. And I'm hanging with the Scrunchkin while Rob works. And the Scrunchkin wants "UP!" So I have to go.<br />
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I'll try to write more this week. Okey Lady I Love You BYE BYE!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-37222501082424986172011-01-03T19:00:00.000-05:002011-01-03T19:00:06.811-05:00Day OffToday I had the day off. New Years Day fell out on a weekend this year so my company gave us a weekday off to make up for it. MOST companies gave out New Years Eve, but we got today. Which was ok. Day Care was open and Rob was also off so Rob and I got to spend the day together alone! A definite rare treat. <br />
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We ran some errands which wasn't restful but useful and needed to get done, and got some laundry done, and today was cleaning woman day so the house is clean. YAY! BEST $$ we spend! I LOVE cleaning woman day! I don't know how we survived without cleaning woman day! Granted our Tasmanian Toddler will create a mess the second she walks in the door, but YAY for a little bit of cleanliness!<br />
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We were doing some errands in Stamford and had lunch. We've been wanting to try this relatively new Vegetarian Indian place <a href="http://www.navaratnact.com/">Navaratna</a> - which now has Kosher supervision, another YAY! I've known about this place for awhile from friends, but haven't gone- mostly because it's smack in downtown Stamford, and parking in downtown Stamford is horrible! But we were there so we went. The food was REALLY GOOD! And the menu was huge. And full of traditional things I've never heard of. I'm so used to going into a restaurant and only having a few options to choose from; having the entire menu available to me was absolutely amazing. I was boring and got something I usually get, but Rob was a little more adventurous and tried some new stuff. And bonus! It's Kosher so we were able to take the leftover food home!<br />
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So we finished our errands after lunch and then came home, took a nap, and I got my schedule set for tomorrow and made supper, picked up the Scrunchkin and now I'm BLOGging when I should be folding laundry.<br />
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So that was my day off. I love days off. Productiveness, naptime.... Do I have to go to work tomorrow??????Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-21043061784846720312011-01-02T09:26:00.003-05:002011-01-02T09:28:23.363-05:00Funny Offspring StoryI still haven't decided whether to name and picture or not name and picture my daughter. So until I make a decision, I will continue to use random nicknames. <br />
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I am still breastfeeding. She is almost 19 months and down pretty much to one feeding a day. No longer the complete Milk Monster she once was nursing every 2 hours.... I love breastfeeding, and she loves breastfeeding, so while it is much reduced, we still haven't given it totally up. (Maybe another post for another day- the joys of nursing. My absolute favorite time of day. Anyway I digress...<br />
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So my child, being my child, is quite stubborn and is the type of kid to know exactly what she wants. And how she wants it and when she wants it etc. And she isn't afraid to say it. So often, for one reason or another while breastfeeding, she decide that the side she is on isn't good enough and she wants the other side. But if there is still milk left I don't want to switch yet so I use various ways to distract her from trying to get the other breast. Lately I've been using her Snuggly. (It's one of those little blanket squares with a head) She LOVES her Snuggly. It's her absolute favorite thing in the world. Her love, her security blanket, her everything. She doesn't give it up easily and may even go to college with it. Anyway, sometimes when she stops nursing I take Snuggly and pretend breastfeed him to the side she won't take. "Oh, ok, you're done? Well Snuggly wants some so he'll have the rest of the milk." She usually looks up at me and laughs like "Duh Ima, Snuggly is only a blanket with a head, he can't nurse!" and she pulls Snuggly away and then goes back to nursing on the side I want her to nurse on.<br />
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Well this morning when she was being a pain in the neck, I nursed Snuggly for a little while. :) But then later during breakfast, she was trying to feed Snuggly. She put the spoon up to Snuggly's mouth (with Cheerios and milk on the spoon) and tried to get him to open up and eat it by saying "AHHHHHH" And when he wouldn't open up for Cheerios, she tried again. "AHHHHHHHH" And the look on her face was like "Hey! You drink breastmilk but you don't want Cheerios?!?!?" It was rather cute and funny. I know all Toddlers feed their dolls eventually, but this was the first time she initiated it and it was rather a cute sight to see her trying to feed her Snuggly some Cheerios and then not understanding why he wasn't eating them. <br />
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Oh children are so cute and funny sometimes! I guess this is why we put up with all the tantrums. The cute moments are totally priceless!<br />
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And that is my Offspring Story for the day. Happy Jan 2, 2011!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-60917011369548666192011-01-01T20:29:00.000-05:002011-01-01T20:29:26.698-05:00New YearAnother relative quickie- I am quite tired and still need to catch up on my lack of rest over the past 2 weeks of overwork and too many patients. We spent New Years/Shabbat doing Shabbatty type things. Went to a friend house for dinner last night. (Rob loved the meat and I ate the veggies and we both enjoyed spending the time with friends) We came home at about 10 and put the Schrunchkin to bed and then conked out ourselves by 10:30. We slept in (7:30!!!!) went to shul this morning and went to another friends house this afternoon. It was very nice to spend Shabbat afternoon with some adult conversation! We came home, had a light supper and watched a TiVoed Sesame Street with the Schrunchkin and now are putting her to sleep so we can conk out early again ourselves. <br />
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I know I haven't made any interesting or long posts the last few days, but working the last 2 weeks in a row with many patients and little break has been tiring and I am falling asleep early lest I get sick. Listening to a tired body now is way better than the consequences later on. But it doesn't leave much room for thinking and writing and editing a BLOG post. But I do enjoy this again and I am trying to find some extra time. So even though I am very tired I am writing a short-ish post. (Because nothing I write is ever short)<br />
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So for now a light New Years post. <br />
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2010 was pretty good. We survived our first year (and a half) of parenting and Samantha learned to get used to and even love the kiddo also. We saw lots of friends we hadn't seen in awhile, took a couple of short trips, went to a friends wedding, I learned a lot with my new job, Rob had his ups and downs with his job, and the Tireless Tasmanian Toddler enjoyed Day Care. (Except for that transition week from baby room to toddler room- all I can say is OY!!!!) All in all it was a pretty good and yet busy year. Time flies when you are having fun. Or running after a fast moving and mischievous baby/toddler. <br />
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So what does 2011 hold? Well, we have 4 weddings to go to so far (Od Yishama.....), we have already welcomed a new cousin into our family this morning (YAY! and Mazel Tov!) and we are awaiting another cousin soon! (another YAY!) I look forward to watching my toddler grow and figure out her world and hopefully soon learn enough words to tell me why she is screaming her head off. We are trying to maybe do some renovations to the house and hey, I have my BLOG again! Hopefully the new year will bring more time, more family, great friends and love and all that sentimental stuff. Oh yeah, and world peace. That's always a good thing to hope for. :)<br />
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So Happy 2011 all. And on that note, I am going schluff. Nite Nite!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-6999217451744695652010-12-29T20:27:00.000-05:002010-12-29T20:27:09.659-05:00No real post todayI am too tired. Been up early and worked long days this week. Very tired. More next time maybe. Nite Nite and Sweet Dreams!Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-22070966457763439892010-12-28T21:33:00.001-05:002010-12-28T21:35:40.176-05:00Decision to Make...I have yet to decide how I want to BLOG about my daughter. Most of you out there are friends and family- or I assume so. But I know there are people out there who I don’t know. And that’s the fun of BLOGging. That’s one reason why I do it. I want to meet random people and know them through their BLOGs. Almost like pen-pals in a way. BLOGging is a way, or was a way before Facebook came along and took over the world- was a way to let my family and friends know what I was up to. Then Facebook took over and I began to solely post there. I post on Facebook all the time about my daughter and post pictures. But then again, I have my settings set to friends only and only the people I want to see the photos can see them. I used to post very openly and without fear about Rob and I. And now I’m hesitant. Motherhood does that to you I think. You want to protect your little one as much as you can. But you don’t want to overprotect either. And someone recently made a comment on my last two years ago post asking for pictures of her and not just the pictures of the ultrasound. And while all that was the jumpstart to BLOGging again- something I have been thinking about anyway, but still it was the jumpstart. And I don’t know who you are, but it seemed a little random. Because anyone who would read this, or even know about my BLOG two years later would probably be my friend on Facebook and therefore would already have seen her many pictures. So have you been checking my BLOG hoping for an update for two years? Did you find me randomly? Did you find me off of a comment off of another BLOG? I don’t know. But it got me thinking and then my Ima instincts kicked in and I wondered if BLOGging about her was a bad idea or not.<br />
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So I’m thinking I have a few options. I may give her a pseudonym, or I may use her name but not post pictures. Or I may just BLOG about my life like I used to BLOG about my life full on and full force and with no worries and that’s that. I haven’t decided yet. Did I say that already? Anyway... I miss BLOGging because I miss expanding on an experience and not figuring out how to put it in the third person in a certain number of words. Plus Facebook just isn’t what it used to be. There are a number of reasons for this. This may or may not get its own post. But I digress yet again.<br />
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So I’m not sure how to BLOG about my Little Bean. My Milk Monster. Our Munchkin Scrunchkin. My adorable drive you crazy Tazmanian Devil Toddler. My extremely sweet and yet beyond stubborn little girl who is a really good and happy kid- except when she’s not. There are so many things I want to say and stories I can tell. Like how she has now learned the word “no.” And how when she says it she draws it out and makes it two plus syllables “NOOOOOOOO-Wuh!!!” Or her dimples. Or how she crunches up and laughs when I ask her where her belly button is. Or about the time when I was tickling her and tickling her and she kept saying/signing “MORE!” every time I stopped. And finally when I just decided to ask her “More what?” She tickled herself and fell into my lap laughing. There are so many things I can tell. But with her name? With a picture? I don’t know. I’ll figure it out I’m sure. Eventually. In the meantime I may just nix the pix and use a nickname. But Please bear with me until I figure it out.Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-89720583082041075392010-12-27T15:48:00.003-05:002010-12-27T20:29:14.590-05:00Snow Adventure... Sort of....SOOOOOOOO I cancelled all my morning patients in Stamford and hoped that I could see a couple of local patients here in Norwalk this afternoon. because if I didn't see a couple today there is NO way I'm getting through the rest of the week. I managed to see 2 patients today. One was easy, to get to- right on a secondary road, no problems. Except she pooped on herself and I had to clean her up. But that's another story. Actually it's not. It was yucky, I cleaned her up and that was that. Juuuuuuust like being back in the hospital. <div><br /></div><div>The second patient who lives only a few blocks away from the first patient was more of a problem. Her street wasn't plowed yet. I got stuck getting to her house, but I got out of it pretty easily by going back and forth a bunch of times. I made it to her house and did her treatment. When I left was when the problem started. I figured that I got in ok so I would be able to get out ok. WRONG!<div><br /></div><div>I backed out from the driveway into the street. And proceeded to get stuck. And more stuck. And then even more stuck! I got out of the car and undug my wheels. And then I tried again, and I got even more stuck. One of the neighbors called out to me and offered to lend me a shovel. I dug out, I drove 10 feet and got stuck again. ACK!!! I walked down the road to where I saw a private plow and some men shoveling. Most of the men ignored me (really nice right?) and the plow was gone by the time I made it down the block. One man helped me. He brought over his shovel and dug me out and dug a path behind me to someones driveway. Then another young man came out and they both together pushed me out and into a random driveway which luckily was dug out. The second guy said he saw the plows coming a little while ago doing a neighboring street and they usually did this one next. So I waited it out. And sure enough a few minutes later the plow came by. Except that he plowed me in. By this time the man with the shovel had gone so I was trying to dig my way out with my feet. And who should come along but the guy who owns the house. And he starts yelling at me what am I doing in his driveway and am I crazy and all that. I try to explain it to him that I was stuck and his neighbors pushed me there because it was the nearest place to go to wait for the plow and I was really sorry and that I'll be gone as soon as I get the snow drift in front of my car moved. Then he realizes the plow plowed in his driveway and all the work he did this morning was for nothing etc etc and he starts cursing the plow people and me. But then the plow comes back for a second round up the street and the man yelling at me is in the way. So then the plow people and the man start yelling at each other F you this and F off that. I was so embarrassed that I caused all this mess. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then I see the private plow guy again and I run over to him and ask him please please PLEASE can he just move the small drift in front of my car so I can get out of this guys driveway and he can get out of the plows way and we can stop world war 3 from happening over a snowplow and a truck??? The private plow guy was very nice and he moved the bit of snow and I got my behind out of there and left the man and the plow people to scream at each other. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made my way down the street and almost didn't get up a hill. ACK! That's all I needed- to get myself unstuck only to not make it up a hill! So I backed down and prayed that I could get enough momentum to get up and WHEW! I made it. I was so happy to be home and not out in the snow! </div><div><br /></div><div>I REALLY hope things are better tomorrow because I have an early patient in the back woods of North Stamford up a hill and I really hope I can get there!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I always maintain that if it's going to snow it should snow a WHOLE LOT or else it shouldn't bother because otherwise it's just a mess. But I forgot about how much of a mess 18 inches of snow creates! And that's my snow adventure for today. Time now to get the toddler from climbing on my legs and feed her supper. I hope everyone is safe and sound and not stuck in the snow! Nite Nite for now!</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-48749636184336123612010-12-26T13:24:00.002-05:002010-12-26T13:35:54.376-05:00SnowstormLuckily I didn't have to go out today. I was SUPPOSED to do a start of care, but she cancelled. This is good as it's SNOWING! Not to mention I HATE starts of care. Evil things that take hours upon hours. And will I suppose one day get their own BLOG post. But for now YAY for not having to drive in the snow! And conditions are supposed to get worse and be blizzard like with accumulations of 12-18 inches expected by tomorrow. I am hoping I can see my patients tomorrow. But for now I am glad that I can stay in the house and not venture out into the white stuff. I went food shopping this morning because isn't it my luck that I ran out of milk on a Sunday morning right before a blizzard? But I had to go so I went. It was a MADHOUSE! And then waiting and waiting and waiting on line the person in front of me first realized that she couldn't find her credit card as she was trying to check out. I want to know why she didn't use the 10 minutes she was waiting in line to get her stuff ready? And then I got picked for the random "just making sure you are not stealing when you use the personal scanner thingy check" Which took additional time. I do love those personal scanner thingys but I don't like the random checks. It's the few who ruin it for the many.... Anyway.... I survived and I am using the rest of day to clean, spend family time, and put away too small baby clothes and no longer played with baby toys into rubbermaid tubs and into the attic. Oh yes, and nap. I must nap. Now, while the baby is napping....<div><br /></div><div>In that case I hope anyone who reads this is having a nice day and either enjoying the snow or enjoying hiding from the snow. And if it's not snowing where you are, I hope you are having a nice day anyway. Till Next time. Bye Bye!</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-78253483065295439512010-12-23T21:10:00.002-05:002010-12-23T21:13:42.884-05:00I want to be BLOGging again....But work is getting in the way. Today I did a start of care, a resumption of care and an agency discharge. If you don't know what that means, it means about 6 hours of patient care and then about 12 hours of paperwork. I have 2 patient treatments tomorrow and 2 therapy evaluations. I get a break for Shabbat. I have another start of care on Sunday. THEN I have to figure out how to fit all of these into my schedule for next week. HA!!!!!! being on call Christmas weekend is a nightmare!<div><br /></div><div>I'll try to post something about my life from the last 2 years later this weekend. If I'm awake that is.....</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-26212668978798141762010-12-21T19:06:00.002-05:002010-12-21T19:25:02.662-05:00Hmmmmmm........I haven't done this in awhile. 2 years in fact. To the day. (Which is just a funny coincidence)<div><br /></div><div>But after all this time I got a comment on my last post. Which got me thinking and wondering if people are still actually reading my long abandoned but not forgotten BLOG. I checked my visitor counter and noticed an up-spike in visits to my BLOG recently. So I got to thinking about how people got here. I used to BLOG very regularly and I guess I had a fairly decent readership. But I dropped off for varying reasons over the past few years and I haven't posted anything in quite a long time. So I wondered how my visits spiked???</div><div><br /></div><div>I like to read BLOGs of others and I have commented on a few lately signing in with my Blogger ID which would lead people here. I wonder if there might still be people out there who like me are interested in reading a "random postings on varied aspects of my life" BLOG? </div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder if I have the extra time to spend BLOGging again. I always found it nice to be able to share and vent and post and "meet" other random people from around the internet. Maybe I'll throw my stuff out there to the internet universe again. I liked BLOGging when I did BLOG in the past. And I did it for a long time. And then life got a little crazy and I stopped. I spent some time this evening reading through some older posts. And I realize how amazingly different my life is now then it was a few years ago. I could write a million posts on how my life changed in the past 2 years. And a million more on my patients. And a million more jokes and pictures and other random things. And about 10 million about my daughter, dog, or Rob. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, this is the round and round working of decision making in my brain. I think I might start BLOGging again. For me. And for you. And for fun. But I always like to know who is out there. So feel free to send along a comment at any time to say hi, introduce yourself, and tell me how you got here. Do you have a BLOG I could read? What do you like to read about on a BLOG? </div><div><br /></div><div>And on that note my nose smells a poopy diaper. (Oh my life is SO different from how it was the last time I BLOGged) Time to pluck the toddler from her pile 'o books and toys and change a diaper. Or given the time, take off the diaper, giver her a bath and put her to sleep. More another time!</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-83505588045244911582008-12-21T13:01:00.004-05:002008-12-21T13:26:43.987-05:00I suppose I can post it here too...Just for the sake of posting something here. Still trying to find time.... Facebook has just been so much easier, I can just write Carie is... Blah Blah Blah and I'm done. Here I always feel the need to write something and proofread it and make it perfect and all that. But since the news is all over everywhere else, and I have a few procrastinating minutes when I SHOULD be folding 8 loads of laundry, I'll put it here too. <div><br /></div><div>I'M PREGNANT!!! WHOO HOO!!!! (I love saying that!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, pictures...</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SU6J3gsKapI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3I0COKANwH8/s1600-h/little+bean+7+weeks+zoom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SU6J3gsKapI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3I0COKANwH8/s320/little+bean+7+weeks+zoom.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282310999713147538" /></a><br /><br />This was our first sonogram picture of out "Little Bean." I was almost 8 weekss at the time. We've been calling the baby Little Bean because that's what the OB called it when I mentioned that it was the size of a coffee bean when she said it was about a centimeter long. The name stuck. And since we are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">NOT</span> FINDING OUT THE SEX </span></span>before it is born on or around June 26,2009, Rob and I decided that Little Bean would be a good in-utero/Pre-Bris/Simchat Bat name to use. I digress. Anyway, at this point, we were able to see the heartbeat when she did the sonogram, and we sort of saw the teeny little arms & legs waving. But the still picture just looks like a cute grain of rice. :) We were still absolutely elated with it though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SU6FRKk0SLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F3emFIMPSDQ/s1600-h/little+bean2+11wks.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SU6FRKk0SLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F3emFIMPSDQ/s320/little+bean2+11wks.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282305942895216818" /></a><br /><br />This one was taken at 11 weeks during our Nuchal Translucency Screening. (A test that consists of an ultrasound & 2 blood tests to determine the baby's risk for Downs Syndrome & other similar disorders) The baby is doing wonderful, the OB called it "a star" because the test results were fine. Risks of such disorders were way lower than even the average risk. Whoo Hoo for Little Bean! Beating expectations & being better than average already! (No pressure though) But we could see SO much at this stage, hands fully formed & waving, legs kicking, face, heart with all 4 chambers, body, it was completely amazing. And Little Bean was rocking around in my uterus so much you would have though there was a dance party in there. It wouldn't stay still for the Oscar the ultrasound guy to get a good measurement & heart rate.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So now I'm 13 weeks and still feeling queasy. But that's better than nausea & vomiting to the point where nothing would stay down 24/7. I'd love to find the person who named it "Morning Sickness" and make them live through a first trimester like mine. It was icky. But while I'm still not feeling great, I'm definitely better than I was, and very much looking forwards to the 2nd trimester and hopefully the end of all the nausea. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that's my big news! YAY!!!!!</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-82840620171747653262008-11-09T09:23:00.002-05:002008-11-09T09:24:49.428-05:00I Had a Patient on Friday...Who told me he couldn't do P.T. because he "Ran out of air"<div> Thought that was worth a quick post. I love old people, they are so cute!</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-88159436117861808672008-10-29T20:21:00.003-04:002008-10-29T20:23:34.106-04:00Some Advice From One Of My PatientsI had a 100 year old patient this week, she told me that the secret to living so long is to mind your own business. I thought that was good advice. Thought I'd share. Thought I'd maybe find some time to BLOG again. I hope....Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-70643010891194657552008-10-29T19:47:00.001-04:002008-10-29T19:47:54.943-04:005 More Friends<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/_TGf2o4qeBo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_TGf2o4qeBo'/></object></p><p>I think this video is cute, funny and EXTREMELY important. So even if no one reads my BLOG anymore because I don't post anymore I'm still posting it in the hopes that 1 person will see it and VOTE next week! Whatever your opinion is, go out and make it, cast your vote. It counts. </p></div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-90728958802216688072008-07-23T05:16:00.002-04:002008-07-23T05:38:17.011-04:00Christian the LionI saw this video recently, it's 40 years old, but it's recently been floating around on the internet and the TV news too. The little message flashed at the end is cheesy, and not why I'm posting this. I just think it's an amazing story and yes, I cried when I saw it. :) I guess I still am a cheeseball!<br /><br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U"></embed></object></p><p><br /></p></div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-44947222938993737682008-05-05T18:30:00.006-04:002008-05-07T06:21:55.782-04:00Someone told me this weekend that they miss reading my BLOG.So for her, I'm putting a quickie update with a few extra minutes before I have to go get Rob from the train. I'll introduce the world to our new dog. Her name is Samantha, but I call her Shmoo.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNTU_u_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Kl6QYslUDAw/s1600-h/shmoo%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNTU_u_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Kl6QYslUDAw/s200/shmoo%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025555651738610" border="0" /></a>This is Shmoo. She's a Kerry Blue Terrier, daughter to Rob's father's dog. Atypical coloring as Kerry Blue's usually have coloring the shade of grey blue of her beard. Atypical personality because she is sweet, shy and NEVER barks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LczU_vEI/AAAAAAAAADc/NmiTgXMUVt4/s1600-h/shmooonbed1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LczU_vEI/AAAAAAAAADc/NmiTgXMUVt4/s200/shmooonbed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025821939711042" border="0" /></a>Shmoo loves to lounge on our bed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LcjU_vDI/AAAAAAAAADU/yKIyJKwZq7Q/s1600-h/shmooonbed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LcjU_vDI/AAAAAAAAADU/yKIyJKwZq7Q/s200/shmooonbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025817644743730" border="0" /></a>Isn't she sweet!?!?!?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LdDU_vGI/AAAAAAAAADs/OUt-qGNrlSw/s1600-h/shmooonbedwithrob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LdDU_vGI/AAAAAAAAADs/OUt-qGNrlSw/s200/shmooonbedwithrob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025826234678370" border="0" /></a><br />Rob loves her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LcjU_vCI/AAAAAAAAADM/SkAJJWfG2nY/s1600-h/shmooinbath.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LcjU_vCI/AAAAAAAAADM/SkAJJWfG2nY/s200/shmooinbath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025817644743714" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is getting a bath. (I swear it's like she's our first child with bath time pictures and everything!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNjU_vAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VoHuGYk4jso/s1600-h/shmoogettingwet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNjU_vAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VoHuGYk4jso/s200/shmoogettingwet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025559946705922" border="0" /></a><br />She doesn't like bathtime too much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LczU_vFI/AAAAAAAAADk/cfggUjXA_-U/s1600-h/shmoowet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LczU_vFI/AAAAAAAAADk/cfggUjXA_-U/s200/shmoowet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025821939711058" border="0" /></a>All wet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNDU_u9I/AAAAAAAAACk/-MOtaTCyHkg/s1600-h/ringaroundtheshmoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNDU_u9I/AAAAAAAAACk/-MOtaTCyHkg/s200/ringaroundtheshmoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025551356771282" border="0" /></a>Ring around the Shmoo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNTU_u-I/AAAAAAAAACs/4bly-U83bCE/s1600-h/shmoo+sweatshirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUDDs7km_2M/SB-LNTU_u-I/AAAAAAAAACs/4bly-U83bCE/s200/shmoo+sweatshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025555651738594" border="0" /></a>All clean and dry and happy in Rob's Sweatshirt!<br /><br />So that's a bit about Samantha. She's wonderful. And on that note, it's time to go get Rob from the train. Have a good night!<br /><br /></div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-79683709405477848212008-03-02T10:15:00.001-05:002008-03-02T10:17:24.047-05:00My Poor Unupdated BLOGI used to be so good about it.....<div>and then I fell off the wagon. I want to climb back on again, I really do.... but not today. Today I have to clean my kitchen and fold my laundry and sleep. Oh well....</div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-35924756151596781862007-10-30T06:42:00.000-04:002007-10-30T06:46:54.114-04:00Automated messagesI know, it's been awhile, been busy. But I couldn't let this go, it was too funny. We're having some furniture delivered today. We got one of those messages from the furniture company yesterday with one of those 3 hour windows that they'd be coming. The voice said:<div><br /></div><div>(in a slow, pro-noun-cing ev-ery syl-la-ble com-pu-ter voice)</div><div><br /></div><div>"Your furniture will be delivered between 10:27 AM & 1:27 PM. These times are approximate"</div><div><br /></div><div>Teee Heeeee!!!! I love that! :)</div><div>Happy Tuesday! </div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-28657779583785832462007-07-25T21:25:00.000-04:002007-07-25T21:34:35.434-04:00Cat Plays Furry Grim Reaper at Nursing Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070725/070725_deathcat_hmed_2p.hmedium.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070725/070725_deathcat_hmed_2p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19959718/">MSNBC</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Oscar has predicted 25 deaths by curling up next to patient in final hours</span></span><br /><br />PROVIDENCE, R.I. - Oscar the cat seems to have an uncanny knack for predicting when nursing home patients are going to die, by curling up next to them during their final hours.<br /><br />His accuracy, observed in 25 cases, has led the staff to call family members once he has chosen someone. It usually means they have less than four hours to live.<br /><br />“He doesn’t make too many mistakes. He seems to understand when patients are about to die,” said Dr. David Dosa in an interview. He describes the phenomenon in a poignant essay in Thursday’s issue of the New England Journal of Medicine.<br /><br />“Many family members take some solace from it. They appreciate the companionship that the cat provides for their dying loved one,” said Dosa, a geriatrician and assistant professor of medicine at Brown University.<br /><br />The 2-year-old feline was adopted as a kitten and grew up in a third-floor dementia unit at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. The facility treats people with Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease and other illnesses.<br /><br />After about six months, the staff noticed Oscar would make his own rounds, just like the doctors and nurses. He’d sniff and observe patients, then sit beside people who would wind up dying in a few hours.<br /><br />Aloof and businesslike feline Dosa said Oscar seems to take his work seriously and is generally aloof. “This is not a cat that’s friendly to people,” he said.<br /><br />Oscar is better at predicting death than the people who work there, said Dr. Joan Teno of Brown University, who treats patients at the nursing home and is an expert on care for the terminally ill.<br /><br />She was convinced of Oscar’s talent when he made his 13th correct call. While observing one patient, Teno said she noticed the woman wasn’t eating, was breathing with difficulty and that her legs had a bluish tinge, signs that often mean death is near.<br /><br />Oscar wouldn’t stay inside the room though, so Teno thought his streak was broken. Instead, it turned out the doctor’s prediction was roughly 10 hours too early. Sure enough, during the patient’s final two hours, nurses told Teno that Oscar joined the woman at her bedside.<br /><br />Doctors say most of the people who get a visit from the sweet-faced, gray-and-white cat are so ill they probably don’t know he’s there, so patients aren’t aware he’s a harbinger of death. Most families are grateful for the advanced warning, although one wanted Oscar out of the room while a family member died. When Oscar is put outside, he paces and meows his displeasure.<br /><br />No one’s certain if Oscar’s behavior is scientifically significant or points to a cause. Teno wonders if the cat notices telltale scents or reads something into the behavior of the nurses who raised him.<br /><br />Nicholas Dodman, who directs an animal behavioral clinic at the Tufts University Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine and has read Dosa’s article, said the only way to know is to carefully document how Oscar divides his time between the living and dying.<br /><br />If Oscar really is a furry grim reaper, it’s also possible his behavior could be driven by self-centered pleasures like a heated blanket placed on a dying person, Dodman said.<br /><br />Nursing home staffers aren’t concerned with explaining Oscar, so long as he gives families a better chance at saying goodbye to the dying.<br /><br />Oscar recently received a wall plaque publicly commending his “compassionate hospice care.”<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">© 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.</span></span><br /></div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-3668783912418374402007-07-25T06:49:00.001-04:002007-07-25T06:56:51.804-04:00Inflammatory Breast Cancer<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/3s9_UrVtc6c" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/3s9_UrVtc6c"></embed></object></p><p>This is something I personally have known about for awhile, but that could be because I've had a medical education. (P.T.'s learn more medicine than one thinks!) This is however something that NOT many women know about and should. So watch the video and learn about THE MOST aggressive type of cancer that presents in THE MOST atypical manner.</p></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Links for More Information</span></span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.ibcresearch.org/">Inflammatory breast Cancer Research Foundation</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/factsheet/Sites-Types/IBC">National Cancer Institute</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.ibcsupport.org/">IBC Support</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.komen.org/stellent/groups/public/@dallas/documents/-komen_site_documents/dsbcinflammatory.pdf">Susan B. Komen Foundation Fact Sheet on IBC</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.breastcare.com/bcc/research/inflammatory.asp">The Breast Care Center</a>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-7274813812671290402007-07-17T19:57:00.000-04:002007-07-17T20:34:49.925-04:00I was Googling Harry Potter....Because Rob and I are both excited about the latest & last book which comes out on Saturday. Rob has been for weeks and weeks and weeks and months saying "I can't wait for Harry Potter" I'm looking forward to it, but I'm also a bit sad that it's the last book, none more to look forward to. I think I may have semirecently BLOGged on this. ANYWAY, I digress. I found this article from the Jerusalem Post.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">Yishai opposes sale of 'Harry Potter' on Shabbat</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;">Industry, Trade, and Labor Minister Eli Yishai (Shas) said Tuesday that he intended to fine any bookstores that open this Shabbat to sell copies of the seventh and last book in J.K. Rowling's 'Harry Potter' series.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;">Yishai said that there were limits to how far Israel could go to be like other nations. "I've instructed inspectors to be ready... and I intend to indict anyone who breaks the Shabbat Law."</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;">Currently, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is scheduled to hit store shelves at 2:01 a.m. Saturday morning, that is overnight between Friday and Saturday.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;">Israel's Ministry of Magic declined to comment.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /><br />I laughed. and laughed. and laughed. The whole Shabbat thing in Israel doesn't surprise me nor bother me, I've known other things to be held or banned because it fell on Shabbat. New Years 2000 for instance. No parties allowed in Jerusalem. Though I seem to remember hearing about a few in other parts of the country, but I could be wrong. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">What I found funny was the comment on the Israeli Ministry of Magic. :) Very clever.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Oh yeah, and then I get an e-mail from my husband who somehow managed to get his hands on some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and informed me that the "vomit" flavored beans really do taste like vomit. EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Well, that's what you get for eating Every Flavor Beans. I once got completely thrown off (because I thought I had picked out all the weird flavors) by an extremely realistic and spicy horseradish flavored bean. It was fairly unpleasant to say the least, though probably not QUITE as bad as the vomit flavored one. I can see how it could make one "[Lose their] liking for them" to quote Dumbledore. I certainly never bought them again. </span></span></span>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666432.post-21199261005371828012007-07-15T11:21:00.001-04:002007-07-15T11:23:16.110-04:00EAT ME!!!!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="text-align: center;"><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/a3dI0a1SYO0" name="movie"><embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/a3dI0a1SYO0"></embed></object></p><p style="text-align: center;">We were watching the Addams Family Values last night. Rob and I both forgot how funny that movie is!!! And by far, the best part of the movie is the Thanksgiving play, ESPECIALLY the song and dance that starts it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">E</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">AT ME! Sauteed or barbequed EAT ME! We once were pets but now we're food. We won't stay fresh for very long... so eat us before we finish this song! </span></span> I love it! :)</p></div>Carie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894309002173228674noreply@blogger.com0