Monthly Archives: December 2013

Accomplishments of 2013


I try yearly to write a post in which I list things I accomplished that year. Seeing as the year is over tomorrow, I had better get this post done. I have worked every day since Christmas so I’m a bit bewildered where the last week (year) went.

In no particular order:

-I went back to the gym

-lost 10 pounds then gained it back

-did my first whole30

-went to the foot doctor finally

– feet don’t hurt as long as I keep up with my foot routine

-stitched and gave a piece to mom/Jack

-went to the dentist

– received a new journal

-started journaling agan

-art journal

-worked and cared for Troy a week while Nathan was away


2014 challenges?


Every year I pick a few challenges to participate in the following year.  Usually a few reading challenges, Ebook challenge, and new author challenge, in 2013. As well as a few cross stitch challenges.   Then I spend the rest of the year alternating between praising myself and berating myself depending on how I am doing in said challenges.

I am just not sure I want to in 2014. It isn’t that I don’t want to commit or try to do new things, after all I am doing 37 thing list. It’s just that……… I don’t want to over commit myself. I don’t want to end up not wanting to read because I feel I have to read certain things.

On the other hand, what if I don’t commit to anything then I end up doing nothing? That I suppose is my fear. Is it possible even that I wouldn’t read one thing? No that isn’t realistic at all. Barring a miracle, 2013 is shaping up to be the lowest books read year since I’ve been keeping track (2005 or thereabouts). Still nothing drastic happened and I’m honestly okay with not only how much I read but what I read.  Isn’t that enough? The fact that I am reading? That i’m enjoying it?

Cross stitch wise I have sort of plans, the idea of what i’d like to accomplish. I don’t want to set myself up for failure. Although I did complete 7 of the 17 I wanted to complete in 2013, I didn’t even hit the half way mark. Rather than see my success, All I can see is my failure.

It seems I’ve already made a decision doesn’t it? I’ll be doing no year long challenges this year.  I’ll focus instead on listening to myselves. On listening to what my body, mind, and spirit are telling me. I’ll focus on my 37 things list.

Stay tuned for a 2013 wrap up.

Peppermint patties


I just finished my peppermint patties. Let me rephrase, I just finished cleaning the kitchen after dipping the peppermint patties.  What a mess. I never claimed to be neat in the kitchen. Quite the opposite. I’m told that is exactly like my Nana Stout.

It’s become somewhat of a christmas tradition. How many years does it take before it becomes tradition? I decided a few years ago to make treats to send for gifts. Money was low and I wanted something different. I made peppermint patties Oreo truffles, and fudge I think. Everyone loved it. Especially the peppermint patties.

I made them for two reasons. My Nana and Pap always had peppermint patties. Nana would freeze them so Pap didn’t eat them so fast. That made them sort of a way to honor them, or include them at christmas. Also they were quite expensive in the store.

Although they were good that year they looked terrible. I couldn’t get them to dip. I ended up having to drizzle the chocolate on them with a spoon, then my chocolate got white streaks. *sigh*

This year went better though. My chocolate isn’t streaked with white, and I was able to dip them. Still not pretty though. That’s okay. I’d much rather something look not as great but taste wonderful. It is such a disapointment when something looks pretty but tastes awful.

Nana always told me taste mattered way more, that and the intention and love behind the food. I couldn’t agree more.

I think i’m going to try a simple small shape next batch. Small christmas tree or star maybe? Something that fits better on the fork to dip than a circle does. Still need to roll my dough thicker.




I have a terrible fear of the dentist. Now this is really no surprise considering my abuse history.  As my abuse was primarily by an older man, I cannot see a dentist who is old and male. It’s just way too much. WAY TOO MUCH! it is harder than you realize to find a  young dentist.

Due to my fear of the dentist I avoid it at all costs. Now I know this isn’t the best idea, but I really do the best I can. I am always up front about my abuse and my fear. I take headphones, my ipod, and a stuffed animal. I see a dentist who has a tv if possible for further distraction.

To add to the problem, I have a heart murmur. This means that the dentist never does same day work. I have to take pills before they can do work which gives me ample time to get myself into a super panic.

Usually I wait until the pain is unbearable before I see the dentist. As a person who dissociates I have a high tolerance to pain.

When I was little the dentist didn’t believe I could still feel the drill. I had a cavity filled feeling the entire thing. This sure adds to the fear.

So my gums are receding, it’s been at least 8 years since I’ve been to the dentist, my teeth are horrible and embarrassing. So the front is causing pain, the pain started about 2 weeks ago. I am going to the dentist at 7 am tomorrow. To say I am scared is an understatement.

I know all the tricks to decrease mouth pain…. Alternate ibuprofen and acetaminophen, swish with salt water, tea tree oil, homemade clove mouthwash.

I’m trying hard to keep in mind that I would rather the dentist and deal with the fear than the increasing and never ending pain. I would love to be able to go for more regular visits. I am thinking that maybe I can try every year visits. I know every 6 months is way too much. But maybe if this is the right dentist I can go every year. That may be doable.

It sure doesn’t help that the dentist is expensive. I have dental insurance and it is still expensive. The issue is what the insurance doesn’t cover. It is hard because we don’t have extra money, but what can we do? I have to go.

No I deserve to go. I deserve to be out of pain. I know that sounds odd but I struggle with the idea that I somehow deserve the physical pain. I don’t. Nobody does.

Golden Potato Soup


I need to put this somewhere I can access it on any computer where it won’t get accidentally deleted from email.

12 cups peeled and cubed Yukon Gold potatoes
1 1/2 cups chopped celery
2 cups chopped onion
4 cups Chicken broth
1 tablespoon and 1 teaspoon dried parsley
2 teaspoons salt
4 pinches ground black pepper
2 tablespoons and 2 teaspoons all-purpose flour
6 cups 1/2 and 1/2
16 oz Velveeta
8 oz package cheddar cheese
Crumbled cooked bacon, and green onion
This recipe’s Ingredients were scaled to yield a new amount. The directions below still refer to the original recipe yield of 4 to 6 servings.
Cut bacon into small pieces and saute in pan.. Drain all fat but a few tablespoons.  Saute Celery, onion in fat, until tender. Drain.
Add diced potato, 1 teaspoon garlic powder, parsley flakes, salt and pepper. Pour enough chicken broth 0over top to cover potatoes.
Cook until potatoes tender.

In a separate bowl mix flour and milk. Once it is well blended, add to soup mixture and cook until soup becomes thick.
Stir in cheese, simmer until cheese is melted.