Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

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I Need You Mom. No I Don’t. Yes I do.

Rose. Age 21. Daughter number 3, sixth child.

Fell off a moped during the final afternoon of labor day  beach vacation.

Broke both right forearm bones.

Road Rash” up and down her legs.

Drove her back to Baltimore to Union Memorial Hospital and the best upper extremity surgeons on the East Coast.

Now she has some hardware in her arm. A plate, pins and screws pulling the broken pieces all together. It’s been a long couple of weeks.

Before her surgery, she cried. I spoke softly to her and said the prayers from her childhood to comfort her.

After her surgery I slept by her. Gave her the pain medications, help her with all her needs, took her to the doctor and made repeated calls to him when she had questions.

I wiped her tears as she saw the track surgical scar run down her arm and the new shape of the back of her hand.

I handled the insurance company, her school medical leave letters and hooked her up with a decent physical therapist.

Now it’s 3 weeks post-op and the girl is back to normal.

Offended if I ask her if she wants me to cut a tag off the back of her shirt.

The cuddle-muffin who lay in my bed night after night is angry that I appeared at her PT appointment.

Miss Independent is back and I am left wondering if that momentary bond we shared when she was in pain and scared ever really happened.

Norway. Now What. Gmom’s Thought’s From Baltimore

For those following my blog.

Husband is home.

Mission accomplished.

I may be able to loan him out to FEMA. He is good.

It’s quiet in Baltimore tonight. Warm and sweet. Cujo and I are doing our usual patrolling of the grounds. Heat lightning is firing every few minutes.

Unless you live under a rock you have heard about the atrocity that happened in Norway on Friday. A lunatic planting bombs in Oslo then went on a killing spree at a youth camp.

Security is not tight in a country unused to such violence and better known for awarding the Nobel Peace Prize and mediating in conflicts, including the Middle East and Sri Lanka.

Breaks gmom’s heart.

Man dresses up like a police officer to gain access to the summer camp than mows down the kids with an automatic weapon.

In Boro Park, New York a few weeks ago, 8-year-old Leiby Kletsky walking home from day camp was picked up by a man who murdered and dismembered him. He put the boy’s body part’s in a red suitcase and kept the child’s feet in his freezer for himself.

In the search for Leiby, 3000 people hit the streets. A store’s surveillance camera caught the boy going with the man in to his car leading the police to resolution of the case. The boy was an orthodox Jew, the man he went with wore a yarmulke and looked liked an orthodox Jew.

Here in Baltimore recently there were 3 cases of men banging on residents doors saying, “Baltimore City Police,open up.” And the people did. People were tied up, men were shot, homes ransacked.

Use to be you could tell children if you are lost go to a woman.

(Now we have Casey Anthony on the street)

Use to be you could tell children if you are lost go to someone in a uniform.

It’s a different world.

What do we tell our children now?

This is gmom,

peace out.

Down The Rabbit Hole

For all  of you following my blog husband is still away overseas.

Here is what has changed at  home while the man who holds the string of your kite is gone.

Number one: You might accidentally kill one or  2 of your children.

Normally, in the night Bart comes in, he drives ones of the biofuel trucks and comes in at 3 or 4 a.m. I’ll half wake up and hear him kick off his shoes, shuffle into the shower, scrounge around the kitchen and go to bed.

But without husband here, I immediately reach for the gun.

I go up the stairs gun poised, ready to defend against any intruder. It never dawns on me that Cujo is upstairs happily bopping around.

Bart turns and sees me. Without a word he takes the gun out of my hands, removes the clip and tells me to go back to bed before I hurt myself.

Okay,sorry.

Number 2: You might let your guard dog sleep on your husband’s $200 Brooks Brother’s robe, maybe even on the bed.Everyone needs to be special sometimes.

Number 3: You might stop taking showers  often. I mean what’s the point? This goes for changing into nighties as well.

Number 4: You may suddenly realize that a plate of french fries makes a perfectly good dinner, even better while eaten in front of the TV.

Number 5: You may realize that you don’t have to water the “effing lawn everyday, or pick up your dog’s  poop. I mean who made these rules anyway? Poop is organic..it’s like compost.

Number 6: Turns out you don’t have to go and check on your neighbor just because it’s 103F outside. Just a big “ole, hope you’re still alive Edna!  Yelled out an open window does just fine.

Number 7: You have the opportunity to go though all husband’s secret guy stuff. Unfortunately this has yielded nothing! Nothing!

I hope this give you some good ideas for the next time your superhero flies off.

This is gmom.

Down the rabbit hole.

peace out.

Apple (Lappal) Cake

Something about apples…

They are so…American.

In light of that sentiment and the news of the day.

Shall we tally ho and forth and so on with this ultra-comfort food.

Pass me another piece!!!!!

A Teenage Gourmet published this recipe for apple cake.

I made it today with little granddaughter Starlite, who calls it lappal cake.

It is as delicious as it looks and super easy.

Here is the link to Sammi’s blog where you can get the recipe.

http://ateenagegourmet.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/heckuva-apple-cake-for-mom/

Absolutely, totally worth it.

I made the cake as Sammi suggested with granny smith apples.

I used the full sugar and oil, and no orange zest.

I was working with Starlite’s help so I kept things simple, and moving fast.

Awesome, awesome cake.

Thanks Sammi you rocked this one!

I made the cake in 2 pans so Starlie could take home one to Mommy!

Apple cake served with ice cream.

Here is a bite for you!

Yummy! Thanks Sammi!

This is gmom,

Have a safe weekend.

Peace out.

Don’t Make Me Call Donald Trump!

If the white house news reports and the subsequent  inconsistencies regarding the raid on Osama Bin Laden‘s compound haven’t caught your attention then maybe you’ve just been too busy with your own life to follow it.

I’m going to link you here to The Roycroft Report which is not fully comprehensive but does offer a nice even handed overview from a swell guy.    http://jroycroft.wordpress.com/2011/05/04/obama-cant-get-the-bin-laden-story-straight/

Here’s my take.

People who have nothing to hide, hide nothing.

Did anyone wonder why it took a “carnival barker” like Donald Trump to make enough noise to finally get the president to choke up a birth certificate?

I laughed at Trump. I am not laughing anymore.

I’m thinking maybe Trump who, oh yeah, lives a whole lot more comfortable then gmom, might know something I don’t.

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So we don’t get to see pictures of the raid on Osama Bin Laden’s compound in Pakistan  cause it might be inflammatory to Muslim extremists.

What about us?

All the raid news information is coming straight from the white house. They are the sole source.

They have the pictures and the sound reel and still can’t get the story straight?

This does not make sense.

Where is Donald Trump when you need him.

Does it take a carnival barker to get us the answers we have a right to?

May God keep you safe.

This is gmom,

peace out.

We Played Frisbee

We all went to a local park today.

Kids tossed a frisbee around.

“C’mon Mom play, we’ll teach you…c’mon..”

They wonged the useless disc in wild arcs that most often dived hard in the grass.

I walked the perimeter of the park with Hoo  thinking of the friends so recently lost.

My mind is racing with thoughts and notions.

I’m going to quit my job, I’m going to live on the beach,I have to get out of town…I just have to.

The frisbee  hits at my feet.

I pick it up and easily throw it back-hand.

It flies fast.  Flat. Far. Straight.  Way beyond where the kids are playing.

“Hey Mom! Where did you learn to throw a frisbee like that???”

My mind flashes to a sunny faced boy winging a frisbee,

and I have to  smile.

He taught me this,

With frisbee the lesson is,

Just let it go.

Simple Living. Where The Eye And Heart Can Rest.

http://36×37.wordpress.com/

I love this blogger who is a bona-fide writer.

She recently blogged about Randy from Pittsburgh who creates street art.

His focus is revitalizing the neighborhoods with his vibrant colorful art.

He creates gardens and landscapes as well.

Quite the awesome dude.

Thanks to Maura for throwing a light on Randy and introducing him to peeps like me through her blog.

Years ago I was a Randy wannabee.

The only difference between Randy and I? I have no artistic sensibility.

But I didn’t let that stop me.

My canvas was our family bathroom. A spare 4 by 8 foot utilitarian white, waiting for me.

I went with cow spot.

I painted huge black splotches.

Cow hide covered the ceiling and walls. I bought a couple of farm prints and hung those.

Cow hand towels hugged the towel bar. I even had a cow shower curtain.

Everyone commented on the cow bathroom. I was artistically fulfilled.

When it came time to sell this house the realtor advised us to paint the cow bathroom white. “What??” I cried “Absolutely not, everyone loves the cow bathroom.  It adds value to the house!”

From his expression I could see he did not agree. Paint over the cow bathroom???

I sulked the day it was done. Goodbye cow bathroom. But the funny thing was. When it was done the bathroom looked so much bigger.  So much calmer. Peaceful even. I hung white towels and bleached  the counters and the room was transformed from a joke to something of an oasis.

Ever since, when I get the urge to go wild with color and theme,  I say to myself, less is more.

Edit, edit, edit.

In how few elements can I do this.  In how few words can I communicate a thought.

The most important word is 4 letters.

The most important emotion can be expressed in a touch.

When you break life down in to its base elements you can see what is really there.

What the truth is.

One yellow sun.

One gray moon.

One blue earth.

This is gmom and Hoo,

living simply,

And simply living.

Peace out.

This Is What Love Is

My husband started a biofuel business several years ago. It was and is his dream. He worked in IT for almost 30 years. During the last few of those he studied and planned this business.

He has worked all day everyday since quitting his last job and making his business model a reality. One year into the project we were out of money, credit and facing the closing of the business.

We had a sit down, serious talk.

Should he go back on contract with a computer firm or do we hang on a few more weeks on my paycheck?

As we talked, I weighed the options for myself. I hadn’t seen him this  happy for years. To close the business now would be a huge blow to him. Could we hang on?

We decided to turn the heat way down in the house.

Eldest son “The Chef” brought leftovers from his catering jobs and we ate from that. The kids all contributed what they could from their jobs. We hung on.

The business began to turn a profit.

Years later, he still works from early morning till late at night.

Last night he came in after midnight. He had spent a long day placing oil drums behind restaurants and training a new driver. After a hot shower and some food he climbed into bed and we cuddled up to keep warm.

We keep forgetting to turn the heat back up in the house.

This is gmom,

peace out.

Easy and Fast Curry Chicken wings

Ingredients:
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 small onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
3 tablespoons curry powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon grated fresh ginger root
2 tablespoons white sugar
salt to taste
18 chicken wings
1 cup parve sour cream
3/4 cup coconut milk
1/2 lemon, juiced
Directions:
1.Pan fry chicken wings for 10-15 minutes until almost done.
2. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Saute onion, garlic and ginger until lightly browned. Stir in curry powder, cinnamon, paprika, sugar and salt. Continue stirring for 2 minutes. Add tomato paste, sour cream, and coconut milk.  Pour over chicken wings and stir to coat. Simmer for 20 to 25 minutes.
2. Stir in lemon juice. Simmer 5 more minutes. 

You can use yogurt or regular sour cream which is better. I use soy or parve because I keep a kosher kitchen and don’t mix milk and meat.

Saute the onions, garlic and ginger root.

It tastes better than it looks.

Pour curry over wings and stir to coat. Continue simmering wings stirring occasionally for 15-20 minutes. You can also put them in the oven on 350F (175C) for 30 minutes.

Serve over medium wide egg noodles or jasmine rice. If you want to go all American a crispy bunch of fries go well under these wings as well!

Happy weekend bloggers.

This is gmom and kids kickin’ back.

Peace out.

 

Pain Management:T.E.N.S. Works!

One of the reasons I get up every morning.

Two years ago I was mugged.

Not a long story.

Wrong place wrong time, for me.

Luckily I walked away intact.

But there was a lingering pain in my lower back.

I went to my primary physician, a chiropractor and an acupuncturist.

When that didn’t work…

I went to a back specialist and took pain drugs and saw a Physical Therapist.

I let the back specialist give me cortisone injections in my spine and then do a Radio-frequency burn on my spinal nerves.

(Not as much fun as going to the beach.)

I wondered if I would ever be pain-free again.

The short answer if you want to stop reading  is no.

I have not gone a day without back pain since that attack.

But I have found a great reduction from the pain I feel with my handy-dandy T.E.N.S. unit.


That’s Transcutaneous- Electrical- Nerve- Stimulation.

Transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation (TENS or TeNS) is the application of electrical current through the skin for pain control. The unit is usually connected to the skin using two or more electrodes.

If you have ever received physical therapy then you have most likely experienced a T.E.N.S. Treatment.

Sticky pads or electrodes are put on the painful area and the technician has the patient relax while the electricity passes through the electrodes to the area interrupting nerve impulses.

Short answer, again. pain reduction.

If the pain is in your forearm from carpal tunnel or peripheral neuropathy, you would place the electrodes on the forearm.

In the UK. T.E.N.S. units that are portable by the patients are very common.

In the United States it’s still considered “experimental” and sometimes (re:often) insurance doesn’t cover the cost of a T.E.N.S. unit.

If you don’t ask you don’t get.

Luckily I knew about portable patient carried T.E.N.S. units so asked my back specialist for a prescription for one.

The company that sold me my T.E.N.S. portable unit first quoted me $800!

When I told them I couldn’t afford that  they immediately dropped that to $350.

Thinking I had a bargain I bought it.

My son “The Chef, bought one from Amazon for under $50.

Live and learn.

You can use the T.E.N.S. throughout the day or night or until the battery runs out.

Mine uses 3 double AA batteries that will last for 12 hours before I need to change them.

Different units use different batteries.

The more you use it the better the pain control.

You keep it operating while going to work or running your everyday business.

Unlike the Physical Therapist that runs it for 10 minutes and turns it off.

Before I had my portable unit I wasn’t going to work!

You hide the electrodes under you clothing so no one knows you are receiving treatment but you!

After you have used the unit a while your tolerance will build up and you will be turning up the nerve stimulation impulses to levels that initially would have been uncomfortable.

This is normal.

The area may even have some superficial numbness after a while.

This is also normal.

This is usually when the pain relief is at its most effective.

I love it when the pain is well under control and the area is fairly numb!

Wonderful!

I am demonstrating how to hide the electrodes under clothing and the unit which is no bigger then a cell phone attached to your belt or waistband!

I attach the unit to my waistband and tuck the cords or leads into my clothes and off to work I go!

No more painful procedures or injections in my back or strong drugs to take which make me drowsy throughout the day.

I have better things to do then sit at home in pain.

In the pictures I have the electrodes on my arm.

This is just to show you the parts of the units.

When I am really using my T.E.N.S. the electrodes are on my lower back not on my arm!

I love my T.E.N.S.!

It’s let me live my life again!

Cause you know gmom…

I have places to go… and people to see.  Like This one here!

This is not meant to be medical advice.

You should always ask your own health care provider before starting any alternative medical treatment.

If you have a medical implant such as a pace-maker a T.E.N.S. unit may be contraindicated so please seek medical advise before using one.

Be safe and pain-free.

This is gmom,

peace out.


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