We're rolling into day four of our no refined sugar. How is it going? Super until nighttime and I want to munch. Dinners are great. We've learned to replace high sugar cereal with egg, cheese, and veggie burritos. SS loves all kinds of eggs so he eats hard boiled too. And we made refrigerator oatmeal. We've cheated twice to eat a slice a bread with a teeny amount of sugar but most with the Greek yogurt. Although we did read labels and check out how much sugar, fat, protein, and calories were in each and then find the best one. I have my little reader reading every label he can get his hands on. I'm so proud of him. He threw his heart into this ten day challenge (Which we have to cut to seven days because his mom is coming.) He keeps us honest on it. AND, he weighed in when he started and he's lost a pound! Go him. Although I may have made a nightmare out of him because the other day we were shopping and a lady was picking up yogurt and he told her, "You really don't want to buy that brand. It's really high in sugar and sugar is bad for you." I had to correct him. I said, "I'm sorry, we're trying to learn about making healthy food choices. I guess he's overly excited. I'm sorry he bugged you." She laughed and said he was cute. Other than that we've cut all the refined sugar out of our diet. We snack instead on fruit, nuts, or cheese. He's a good kid and I'm really proud of him. Most kids his age don't care about stuff like this. We are arming him with information he can use later.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Morning! It's great that SS is learning about sugar content. Maybe next year he can do a presentation in school about sugar content in drinks. I don't think kids realize how much sugar is in a 16 oz bottle of soda.
Woke up before the alarm. Getting ready to get my final packing done and hitting the road.
IKWTDS, enjoy your time with DS before his pivotal moment.
Today we have things to do in the yard. Our new patio lounge chairs arrived and Mr. FNW needs to put them together. He did one last night and it's nice. THere are some bushes to trim, bushes to remove, and the table needs tightening as it's a little wobbly. The tree guys come Monday to remove all our White Pines in the backyard. About 20 of them. We're replacing them with large hollies, Green Giants, and cryptomeria for privacy.
Mom took Jesse and Aaron to run around today. Caitlyn is in Kentucky and dad is out doing his Saturday stuff.
I'm here. And I'm hungry.
Great news. The humidity is down. It's not miserable out side.
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Hello all! SS spent the night with DN and we are going over later to pick him up and have dinner.
I woke up in the middle of the night with my knee swollen so big and was in tons of pain. I think I have fluid build up on my knee again. I hope not because it hurts like hell when they remove the fluid. I got up and took a PRN pain pill but then laid in bed in pain until it eased and I could sleep.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Unintentional lazy day here. I am sitting here trying to redo a school report because I know I did it wrong and also copied some stuff and missed rewriting it (very close to plagerism - just got reprimanded from professor on it too). And I cannot write or edit anything coherently. Or, mostly, I am just staring at it. This massively sucks. I feel so low right now with this. And my brain is foggy. I think it is because I do not understand this class very well. It is about volunteer administration. I really wish this class was not a requirement. I don't want to take it later or again.
Went to the coffee shop today. At first I thought this weird old man was staring at my boobs. Then he asked what the Hypersomnia foundation is. He was trying to figure out the logo on my shirt lol
Oh, I know. It was unintentional. I am usually more careful. I just, I don't know, I can't seem to care about this class. I am second guessing myself constantly. And rushing to get it done at the last minute so I am not as careful about my editing and citing. I don't even realize I am doing it. I know this info about the organization I am writing about but just can't get it out the way I want to. I used the agency's wording to get the basic idea in where I wanted it and never went back to put it into my own words.
I cleaned out both bedside tables! When I say that I mean I cleaned out in and around and behind them. They've become holding cells for everything we don't want to deal with. I filed the important papers that need to be kept, shredded the ones that needed it, and trashed the rest. Then I did a massive dust job. I'm amazed with myself.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I cleaned out both bedside tables! When I say that I mean I cleaned out in and around and behind them. They've become holding cells for everything we don't want to deal with. I filed the important papers that need to be kept, shredded the ones that needed it, and trashed the rest. Then I did a massive dust job. I'm amazed with myself.
WooHoo for getting it done! Sounds like your entire house will be in order very soon.
I cleaned out both bedside tables! When I say that I mean I cleaned out in and around and behind them. They've become holding cells for everything we don't want to deal with. I filed the important papers that need to be kept, shredded the ones that needed it, and trashed the rest. Then I did a massive dust job. I'm amazed with myself.
WooHoo for getting it done! Sounds like your entire house will be in order very soon.
I had a huge stack of papers near my bed. I would go through them and just put them next to the bedside table. It was quite a stack. I kept saying I needed to do it but hadn't. It looks so much better! We all have those little places where clutter sits.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Oh, I know. It was unintentional. I am usually more careful. I just, I don't know, I can't seem to care about this class. I am second guessing myself constantly. And rushing to get it done at the last minute so I am not as careful about my editing and citing. I don't even realize I am doing it. I know this info about the organization I am writing about but just can't get it out the way I want to. I used the agency's wording to get the basic idea in where I wanted it and never went back to put it into my own words.
Paraphrase, then it is not plagiarism. Just give credit when due.
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Ugh. I went to the grocery store and am just now realizing I must have forgot 2 or 3 bags there. Among other things, the stuff I left was everything I was going to make breakfast with tomorrow. My back up was waffles.. but I am out of syrup, the new syrup? Left at the store as well. And the Baby is already asleep, not going to wake her to go get it.
Ugh. I went to the grocery store and am just now realizing I must have forgot 2 or 3 bags there. Among other things, the stuff I left was everything I was going to make breakfast with tomorrow. My back up was waffles.. but I am out of syrup, the new syrup? Left at the store as well. And the Baby is already asleep, not going to wake her to go get it.
Just leave her in the car!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
LOL! Hey-why not just leave her at home, its air conditioned!
Even better!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
The first time I had it, I was eating with a friend. His Momma kind of made me try it. They are from a small town in Mexico. She insisted. It was good.
It isn't a lot. Just enough to make the paprika stick.
It doesn't taste good with butter.
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And cut it off the cob and mince up chili peppers and mix in with it. So good.
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The first time I had it, I was eating with a friend. His Momma kind of made me try it. They are from a small town in Mexico. She insisted. It was good.
It isn't a lot. Just enough to make the paprika stick.
It doesn't taste good with butter.
Corn doesn't taste good with butter? But it tastes good with whipped eggs and oil on it?! Yeah, no thanks.
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The mayo doesn't really taste. That's how little you use. It's about the paprika.
Butter changes the taste of the paprika.
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So don't use anything. Paprika is a powdered spice. I bet it would stick on the corn just fine by itself. I just cannot imagine putting whipped eggs and oil on my corn. No thanks.
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Maybe it's just here but the corn we get here is so sweet you don't really need to put anything on it.
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So don't use anything. Paprika is a powdered spice. I bet it would stick on the corn just fine by itself. I just cannot imagine putting whipped eggs and oil on my corn. No thanks.
I really don't understand why it matters so much to you.
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Same here. Now once in awhile you get the bad stuff. And what's locally grown is not "people corn" it's grown for feed or to be made into HFCS. But sweet corn in general doesn't need a thing on it. I put a little butter on it because I like butter. Lol
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So don't use anything. Paprika is a powdered spice. I bet it would stick on the corn just fine by itself. I just cannot imagine putting whipped eggs and oil on my corn. No thanks.
I really don't understand why it matters so much to you.
Because it triggered my gag reflex! If you want to eat mayo-corn, knock yourself out.
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Maybe it's just here but the corn we get here is so sweet you don't really need to put anything on it.
I've said before, I have an uncle that grows a sweet corn you can eat right from the stalk.
It makes the best cream corn.
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So don't use anything. Paprika is a powdered spice. I bet it would stick on the corn just fine by itself. I just cannot imagine putting whipped eggs and oil on my corn. No thanks.
I really don't understand why it matters so much to you.
Because it triggered my gag reflex! If you want to eat mayo-corn, knock yourself out.
You seem incredibly invested. You are trying to tell me how to eat.
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Maybe it's just here but the corn we get here is so sweet you don't really need to put anything on it.
I've said before, I have an uncle that grows a sweet corn you can eat right from the stalk.
It makes the best cream corn.
So put some mayo on it! Lol.
What is your problem?
It's a difference in taste.
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Ever shake some dry ranch mix over it before grilling?
That's pretty good too.
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Oh, I've had that! In Mexico, the UK, and even here, from one of our food trucks. Pretty damn good.
Yeah!
See, I'm not crazy!
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It might be a thing. Lots of things are a thing. That doesn't make it right. It still makes me gag.
And sheesh Lily I am not telling you how to eat. I am just telling you that what you eat doesn't sound good to me at all. At all.
So don't use anything. Paprika is a powdered spice. I bet it would stick on the corn just fine by itself.
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Yeah. You kinda did.
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