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Kyrene the Fridge Mastigos
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| Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
Copabacia. I was under a year old and they had my crib out in the Living Room. Which had PBS on all the time. My parents were mystified about what this word I was saying. Then, one day I sat up at pointed at the screen, saying "Copabacia! Copabacia!" It was the "Corporation of Public Broadcasters." So, Corporation. Not mama or dada. |
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| Recipe Time! |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
Evergrey posted about the joys of the halal market, and I shared a recipe that I love to make. It is Paneer, a type of cheese from India. It can be pricey, but it is actually easy to make. Add herbs right near the end, and I like to put a little kosher salt to give it a feta-like taste.
This is for a gallon of milk- Use Vitamin D (full fat)
1/2 Cup of Lemon juice or Vinegar (not rice wine-not enough acid) or a mix of the two.
1 gallon Milk
Cheesecloth or woven cotton towel (my favorite and you can find at a dollar store) not the terry-cloth type.
Slowly heat the milk until it reaches a boil. Add in the Lemon Juice/vinegar and stir until curds start to form.
Turn off heat until you can see they whey and curds have separated. (BTW- the whey is high in protein and also good to drink or wash your face with)
Set the cheesecloth or toweling in a strainer. Pour the contents of the pot into the strainer -if you want to keep the whey put a bowl underneath.
The mixture is hot, but when you can, gather the sides, make sure the cheese is in the center of the cloth, and begin twisting the cheese into a ball. if you want softer paneer, press it once and then put into a container...I use a ziploc reusable.
If you like a firmer texture to use in saag paneer, then twist it a few times ove the course of about 10 minutes. you can store it in a ball, or press it into a container.
It sounds tricky, but after the first time, it is not that difficult. |
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| Getting ready for a party...Wanna come? |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|12:21 pm] |
Hey all, I know I post really random on here, but I am planning a party for this Saturday> I sent out invites last week and it looks like not everyone got them.
So, If you are in the Los Angeles area and would like to come to the party, it will be in Lakewood at 2pm. For more info, message me w/your email address so I can send an invite.
Mandy |
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| Writer's Block: Conversion Rate |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Have converted, and have considered also becoming 3 others....so for the right now "Polytheist" works for me.
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| April 16th, been almost 2 weeks (graphic) |
[Apr. 16th, 2009|01:29 pm] |
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WARNING: THIS POST HAS VERY GRAPHIC ELEMENTS.
I think I am ready to talk about this now.
Allen and I lost the second baby on Friday, April 3 2009. I began to stain (not even spot) late Thursday night.
Friday, I called the Doctor and he said, "If it gets worse, go to the hospital."
If did get worse. At 4:30 p.m I felt like I was getting socked in my ribcage, and the bleeding became more pronounced. I called Allen and he came home 15 minutes later. We went across town (in Friday traffic) to the hospital. In the car, I put myself under hypnosis so I didn't lose it completely. We had a helluva time finding parking, and I walked into the E.R., gave my name, and then said, "I need a pad."
I went into the ER restroom and had Al come in with me. I knew something BIG had gone wrong. (NOTE: I did NOT have this happen the first time, the first time was some slight bleeding and that was it.)
I lost the baby right there, along with a LOT of blood. Allen was (and still is) amazed by the amount I lost all at once. I was in shock. I retrieved the sac with the baby in it...Yes, I reached into the Toit and did it, and put it on a few towels.
I tried to clean up as best as possible, but I was a MESS.
I went quickly to the triage window, where I told them I had miscarried right then and there, and I had the embryo. I was quickly put through triage, gave me my groovy name band, then had to wait.
My name was called, and a tech who was very silent led us a long way to the ultrasound area. I was still bleeding profusely. The hoobajoob hurt so much more, and I expelled the placenta. It was like giving birth with ultrasound torture.
When I came out, we waited and waited. My mom came and brought snacks, a couple magazines and a bead catalog to take my mind off things.
Dracthyus came and lent his support - and had some of that fine ER coffee.
People were actually PISSED at me that I was getting treatment. Old people with a fart crosswise, mostly. I had one of those blue pads I carried around so I didn't get blood on the ER seats, and they were whining that they had been there 4 hours.
I was able to have two Arnold Palmers, and then they wanted a blood sample. (Do you ever notice that when you LOSE a lot of blood, that they want more of it out of you? I got another armband, this time orange. I told the Phlebotomist...this is like a club. I get taken back to VIP rooms, and then get another armband.
Oh, and did I mention my complete FEAR of needles and Hospitals? (This does factor in, trust me.) My fear - along with the great blood loss made me a freakin' stand-up comedian that thought everything was funny.
The nice lady who was helping me in triage saw me as she was coming off of her shift, and said that she would see where they were and hurry everything up. I never got her name, but she helped a lot. Then, we waited again. All four of us staring at the Aquarium DVD that I have a copy of, and commenting how the crabs got a raw deal.
My name was called again. I held tight to Allen as we went into the ER and my bay. The tech told me to disrobe and put on a hospital robe - that was too small. I said, "I am going to keep my clothes on. It is cold in here." When he left, I became claustrophobic. I backed into a wall and started shouting, "I WANT TO GO HOME. I AM ALL DONE AND I WANT TO GO HOME." Over and over. Allen went out and informed the nurse of my phobia, and calmed me down, put on the T.V. and got a bigger gown.
I had more tests, but I was watching Adult Swim, or a travel or cooking show, so I didn't care. Then the doctor comes in for the final exam. I had pretty much expelled everything at once. There was almost no blood, and I was told that if I miscarried a THIRD time, then they would look into it. I was given a prescription, then signed the papers and left the hospital.
I went to Norm's after that, and had a side salad and hash browns. Came home, took a shower, and went to bed. The next week I tried to keep busy and rest when I needed to, but I was just trying to forget.
Monday, we got the all-clear, and I got on the pill. Not sure for how long, we may try again in the near future. For right now, I am taking time to finish projects and get my life in some sort of order.
During this time, we got hit with some bad financial news, too. We are now sorting that out, and I finished the Affidavit for Chase that needed to be sent out.
LIke I said in a letter (Fueled by Hypnotiq and frozen grapes) - We just wanted a mote of happiness, to have a child and raise it, to show it the beautiful things in life, to teach it what we know. I have been asking the "why" for a while.
On Easter Sunday, I found a poem in my grama's devotional that really touched me. I am pagan, but I will put it in here with some tweaking (to fit what I took away from it.)
When the Fog Has Lifted
There are burdens we must carry
And sorrows we must bear,
And sometimes we're disappointed
By answers to our prayers.
There are times our faith is tested
And doubts and fears creep in,
But testing makes us stronger
Where there's a Will to win.
When we pray that the Creator will heal us,
Sometime's the answer's "No."
And it's hard to understand
Why we must suffer so.
Sometimes sorrows beget blessings
In ways we do not know;
When we truly learn to trust (In the Creator)
And faith begins to grow.
Sometimes we fail to recognize
The Creator's footprints in the sand
In the times that we were carried
And we didn't understand.
We should never be discouraged
By burdens we must bear
For when the fog has lifted,
We see the Creator's presence there!
We have had some really healing experiences. We had lunch with the Morgan clan, and Allen loved spending time with Ken. At faire this past Saturday, I took care of little Hailey for a short while. (Momma was pregnant with her last year @ faire.)
We will try again, I am sure, but we are strangely stronger from the experience. I also will have prenatal vites and WIC for the next 6 months so it will prepare my body to try again.
Thank you all for your prayers and good wishes, words of encouragement, and calling or mailing to see how we are.
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| Dreams and Odd Occurances, Need more tests |
[Mar. 30th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
Last night I dreamed Allen and I were living in the apartment behind Emerald Knights (a Game Shop in Burbank) and he lost one of his eyes. I told him to wait until the morning to replace it with a worthy one from the jar of assorted eyes that were on a side table.
Right after that, it merged into a giant orgy.
When I woke up, I told Allen about the dream. We went to take a shower. Outside the bathroom window was a HUGE raven, staring in at us.
Today I received the test results. Which were not at the doctors office until AFTER the visit. I need another blood and urine test. I am suspecting from the results and a lot of researching that I may have gestational diabetes, and maybe a yeast or UTI infection. I also am recovering from a mold attack and had a lot of stress in the past few months that may have skewed a few of the numbers, too. It is a fasting test, but I can schedule it within the next two weeks. I am thinking Friday or Monday to give some time to relax and not be so anxious.
The baby so far looks healthy, and I have to get another ultrasound in two weeks. The nurse had no idea of EDD (estimated due date) and gave me four really odd ones. So, I am going to go with the estimation of the ultrasound tech. After the ultrasound, I have to go into the OBGYN again, and then in early May when I will have an ultrasound there.
Are all these ultrasounds normal? |
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| 6 weeks - saw the <3 Beat! Ninja Baby! |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|09:30 am] |
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Going from total devastation to total elation in a day is so tiring.
Well, I called the Doctors office about 3pm and asked "So, am I pregnant?"
Twice she got off the phone (possibly to get the OK) and then came back and said, "I am not supposed to tell you this, but you are 6 weeks pregnant. We saw a heart beat.
At the hospital ultrasound, we saw a little pulse, but because a doctor was not there the tech could not confirm it.
We were supposed to go to dinner at Allen's parents - and did get there and told the news. Confused but elated, too. B* said it would give her more time to shop!
The doctors office called again, but I only heard the voicemail go off (screwy phone) and called back the number.
The doctor answered, and he said "We're all good. (He cracks me up- I really like him.)
So, back to the morning sickness which has now been hitting with a vengeance. I have been nauseous for a week and I thought it was just because of the allergic reaction and subsequent yuckies that followed that I was having a hard time keeping things down.
We tried for a year, and then conceived. The second time, well...again. Ninja baby. He came from under the radar. The estimated date of conception is Feb 14. The day of the Powwow at North High. The last one was conceived right after a sweat lodge.
This little one wants to be here. I have felt a "presence" that I did not feel the first time.
I did calculations, and the estimated due date has now changed to around Nov.2
Hahahahaha. Yeah. That's right. Dia de los Muertos. All Allen could say is "it's your baby." Conceive on Valentines, Deliver on Dia de los Muertos? Hmmmmm.
Thank you all for your concern, calls, prayers, and thoughts. We really appreciate it and I had to share the good news ASAP. |
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| confused |
[Mar. 25th, 2009|08:18 pm] |
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Um, Ultrasound says: Not 20 weeks...maybe not pregnant?? WTF?? Lots of tests and will know by the 30th |
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| Half Way there (Baby Post) |
[Mar. 23rd, 2009|08:40 pm] |
I am at 20 weeks and there is one thing I know.
I am having a ninja. I don't show. As a matter of fact, I have lost weight. I am more mobile than I have been in a while (when my ankle lets me). The baby moves in the evening, or when there is loud noises or it likes the food I am eating. Or flails when I have a nightmare.
And that, I guess having a ninja is cool. One place it was NOT cool. Babies "r" us. Where trampy looking women pushing out their bumps who seemed to be constantly snacking on crap thought it was okay to bash into me with their shopping carts. This kept happening. Like "Hey, you have no reason to BE here." I do, and I am tired of being hit. I started to "bubble"- which if cart, person, or family started to bash into me, I would put a hand in front of me. Then, they got the point. Not everyone looks the same.
Well, the crib is bought. It is too fugging big and not sure where it will go, but we got one. Allen's mom got it. But she doesn't like the idea of the baby and skulls...I smiled and told her that it is my baby, and I will decorate with MY tastes. She is kind of going nuts, but with money issues right now, it is okay that she is a bit.
So, yesterday to kick off the shopping day, Beth brings over a "diaper cake." yes, a cake of diapers, washcloths and onesies.
Allen sees it and when he picks me up asks what it is.
"A diaper cake."
"What?"
"It is a cake made of diapers. your mom got it at the Air Force wives' auction."
"Oh."
We have dinner and come home...where Allen proceeds to "rip apart" said diaper cake to find the washcloths and onesies...destroying the whole thing. I have to kind of mush it back into place and tie up the netting. Still not sure where I am going to put this crap.
I take a onesie and look at it...And we start. Our eyes turn red, and I tell him to stop right there...We start crying. It is starting to hit us. This is real.
Medical is slow as duck doodoo in doing anything...and it took me since late december to even get anything. I finally have an appointment on Weds. Not sure what is in store, but wish us luck. |
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| INDOOR Powwow-Saturday and Sunday at North High! |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
INDOOR Powwow-Saturday and Sunday at North High!
Just wanted to tell those interested in the Powwow, it is indoors in the gym.
There are vendors on the way to the gym, and Dancing bear trading post has some great crafting stuff there!
We will be there early...but any time after noon is cool. We should have our fold-up wooden chairs. Bring a chair or there are bleachers. If you sit in the bleachers..ya may want a pillow.
It is also cool to pack food, but the frybread there is inexpensive. Most people bring coolers.
Alcohol is NOT welcome.
For more information on powwows-and powwow etiquette please check:
for what a powwow is: http://www. powwows. com/info/?p=47
powwow etiquette: http://www. powwows. com/info/?p=45
It is at: North Torrance High School on 182nd. Cross streets: 182 and Yukon. |
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| X Posted- Pregnant Ky speaks about the Uterus with a head. |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|02:12 pm] |
So,
I haven't said anything about it, but when
Brought up the Octuplet mom in CA, I did have some words.
WTF was this woman thinking?
First of all, she doesn't want welfare. If you see the bad lip injection that makes her look like she is sucking on a doorknob, she wants her "15 minutes" on Fugging TV. She wanted to cash in on that "John and Kate + 8" watchers.
She wanted the free baby crap that comes with multiples. What about her other six kids? What kind of life has she given them? They are all in-vitro, too. Even if she was flippin' burgers to support all of them, I would say..well, that is not right, but at least she is trying to support them.
There is no other parental figure...Male or Female to help. She decided to be a breeding machine without a partner. It is hard for a couple to have one together, but Fourteen!!!
I am not of the mind that more is better. Yes, I want children. No, I don't want a baseball team. Birth control or sterilization is an option. Has this woman ever heard of child spacing? Uterine prolapse?
I am doing my damndest to make, trade, or slowly get gear for the baby. Because it is our responsibility to provide, not corporate sponsors. I do get some support from WIC at the moment, but we were unemployed for many months and just trying to get on our feet. It is mostly milk and some cereal so I get nutrients and a good start.
What are your thoughts?
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| Look at this Prop! |
[Jan. 26th, 2009|05:42 pm] |
From Bud K $ 8.99
 I am Ninja! Explore the origins and history of the first "shadow warriors." Sterling Books
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| ::peeks out:: |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|10:35 am] |
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Still here and around. Doing my best to clean when I have the energy...which can be at 6 in the morning, 11 at night..or any other inconvenient time for Allen while he is sleeping.
Learning that breakfast...I rent it most days, so I don't eat anything I really really like.
Popcorn and Pastrami are my cravings...pastrami, maybe 1x/month...popcorn, too damn often.
Sent out Al for Hagen Daz Raspberry sorbet at 11pm last week. Still working on my little tub.
Sleep either eludes me or I turn into rip van kyrene. |
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| Guy and Frieda Jones buy Third Planet! |
[Jan. 9th, 2009|01:14 pm] |
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For all the Rennies to take Note:
For all others...This is the Costume Directors from RPF and Mama Zini.
(Al and I just felt our world getting ever smaller)
Third Planet Not Dead Yet
So these past two weeks were emotional ones, for many of you, and the entire staff of Third Planet. I don't know if I could ever express how moving it was go see so many of you in such a short span of time coming in, not to pick the bones of a dying store, but to genuinely say goodbye to something that meant a lot to you. It proved what I always said, that Third Planet wasn't just a store, but the center of a community of gamers. On behalf of myself and the staff of Third Planet I'd like to thank you not only for your patronage over the years, but for your involvement in our community.
But the Third Planet story does not end here with this e-mail. I wasn't the only one who noticed your pilgrimage to our shop in its last days. Regular customer and friend of the store Guy Jones and his wife Frieda also felt that a Third Planet-sized hole in Torrance was something that should never happen. Just a few days ago they made a deal with Rob North and purchased the business in its last days and intend to re-open it as soon as possible.
Due to events already being set in motion, the store had to be shut down, but Guy is currently negotiating with our landlord to secure our original location and we don't foresee any complications in re-opening the store in its current location.
As I know more about the re-opening of the store I'll send out another e-mail but we don't expect to be out of commission for more than a few weeks. If you have any comments, questions or concerns please direct all of your e-mails to thirdplanetevents@yahoo.com and I'll be happy to address them as best I can.
Thank you
Scott J Grunewald
Manager, Third Planet |
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| Writer's Block: Church and State |
[Jan. 4th, 2009|12:10 pm] |
Wow, a good question. Firstly, on the subject of polygamy.
My View:
I believe Polygamy, Polygyny, Polyandry, and group marriage.
It takes a certain type of person who can really make any of these situations work. It also takes a lot of communication and time dedicated to EACH partner to make it work.
As for the government defining which marriages are valid and which are not...this is a slippery slope. In my opinion there are two types of marriage, one may overlap the other. The first is secular or (habitation agreement) marriage. The second is a spiritual union which also has a habitation agreement.
I currently am handfasted to my husband, but we have no paperwork at this time. It is a spiritual union that we will eventually have to get the paperwork for because of legalities.
If a Woman or Man wants to have more than one "Partner".(..legally there is only two partners allowed in a union in the U.S.)
a person can claim them as a "spiritual" union.
Here is the disclaimer. I believe that a person should be able to have a union with a partner of their choice. I also believe it should be a consentual agreement among adults of age. And if you can't provide for the multiple partners or agree to make multiple incomes work, then DON'T DO IT.
Now to answer the question posed.
The government defines marriage because of the legal issues posed. If we want to change what the definition of what marriage is...we have to speak out about it.
Polygamy From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The term polygamy (a Greek word meaning "the practice of multiple marriage") is used in related ways in social anthropology, sociobiology, and sociology. Polygamy can be defined as any "form of marriage in which a person [has] more than one spouse."[1] In social anthropology, polygamy is the practice of marriage to more than one spouse simultaneously. Historically, polygamy has been practiced as polygyny (one man having more than one wife), or as polyandry (one woman having more than one husband), or, less commonly as group marriage (husbands having many wives and those wives having many husbands). (See "Forms of Polygamy" below.) In contrast, monogamy is the practice of each person having only one spouse. Like monogamy, the term is often used in a de facto sense, applying regardless of whether the relationships are recognized by the state (see marriage for a discussion on the extent to which states can and do recognize potentially and actually polygamous forms as valid).
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| Just tired of being tired |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|07:22 pm] |
Happy new years to all!
Spent NYeve with my Honey and a small group of fiends. NYday went out to Corona faire site and took a look about. It was pretty damn cool...the owner of the property lives there, there is a permanent "burg" up, and you can still sleep on site! Also, there be flush privies and hot and cold running water and stoves. We may visit Southern this year, but also may do some weekends in Corona if possible.
Al is worried about the heat. I am not good in the heat regularly, and he is extra-careful.
Neurotic, you may say. He is so worried that I am okay. I hope he calms down just a wee on that.
Still no job for Al. Money is getting tight (near the end of UI) and hope that something breaks soon.
I am taking sewing work so I can make a little money.
Been tired, pukey, and head-achey. Whee. Told Al I am done. don't wanna be pregnant no more. I cry in the shower most days now. I just hate having no energy and wanting to do so much.
At least if I knew we had some safety net right now I would be better.
Except for the 1st, I sleep almost 16-18hrs/day for the past week.
Yeah, that tired.
Anywhoo. I hate telling what is really up with me, and most ppl know that is why I don't post that much lately. |
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