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So, I am in a bit of a funk. My house is in shambles and I'm gaining back the weight I lost and I just don't feel like I have control over anything. Keeping the house neat is an exercise in futility. My kids are pigs. And I do really well for a while on Low carb, but then.... DH and I went out last night to our favorite restaurant, which happens to be a Mexican restaurant and I just don't want to have to be all weird about food. I just want to eat, dang it!! And we had Baskin Robbins for dessert. And then today, I started out good and then by mid-afternoon it all went downhill and now I'm looking at the wreck that is my house and I'm in a carbohydrate euphoria and wondering if I'm gonna be some fat lady living in a pig sty all my life!!

 

Ok, well, complaining over. Now, back to your regularly scheduled ITT!

 

 

:grouphug:  :grouphug:   Sorry for the down day.

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When I was pregnant with Dd I threw up on Thursdays. Only on Thursdays. [emoji845]

 

 

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How considerately schedule-able of you both!

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We did drivers Ed through our high school. My poor dad tried to teach me how to drive a little before, but even out on the country roads he wouldn't let me go faster than 35 mph.😬. Then, when I got to real drivers training and I'm putting along at 35 mph and Mr. B is like, "ok, Kristen, take it up to speed now..." And I'm like, "...but my dad never let me go faster than 35mph". He thought that was pretty funny. Especially since he knew my dad.

 

 

My high school driver's ed teacher totaled the just-bought-new driver's ed car on the first day of school, on his way to the school.  In truth he was probably hit by someone else, resulting in that much damage, but he never heard the end of it from us students.

 

Our driver's ed was all taught in automatic shifts.  My Dad took me out in his then-mostly-new pickup truck to teach me how to drive a manual shift.  He took me out on the old roads to get me used to 45 mph, then took me to the highway to get used to going faster.  As soon as I settled into 55mph (the limit at the time) he confirmed I was good, then told me "take it up to 80."  "80!?!"  "Yes, 80.  Do it now, while we are in the straight stretch."  After I did and passed one bend in the road at that speed he told me I could slow down to 55 again.  When I asked him why he made me do that he told me I would end up going that fast sometime anyway, and he wanted my first time to be under supervision.  It scared the pants off me.  I didn't exceed the speed limit intentionally for YEARS.

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My dad would say, "It's the speed limit! You shouldn't approach the limit." 

 

 

Around here several drivers treat those as lower limits instead of upper....

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So she wasn't gone from home an unusual length of time, hopefully.  With luck neither girl will be inclined to try such a scheme again.

 

She practically lives here on the weekends. We're more fun because she's an only child and we have 4. It's probably not so much fun in the closet. 

 

I'm SO glad her mom didn't come looking for her. I would have told her she wasn't and hadn't been here, and there would have been a panic. 

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My oldest dd used to call it the speed lemon.

And

She used to call yard sales art sales.

 

 

We used to complain about the garages and yards not being available for purchase.  "Oh, you are having a RUMMAGE sale, not a yard/garage sale."  Yeah, we were twerps when we were kids.

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Then I got a speeding ticket 3mos after I got my license! I was terrified but my dad was really nice.

 

The second time I took my driving test was in my Dad's pickup truck.  I had just finished (passed!) the test and was walking back to the courthouse with my test judge when we heard a CRUNCH! behind us.  It turns out another girl heading out for the start of her test turned into our pickup as she was backing out of her parking space right next to ours.  She had forgotten we had just pulled in next to her, and mis-remembered that the space was empty.  She did fine.  She pulled back into the parking spot, turned off the car, and asked her test judge, "What do I do now?"  "Remember your steps..."  "Oh yeah, they're not injured, so swap info comes next."

 

My Dad was watching and coming out to greet me when it happened, so he calmly joined us and we all, with both test judges watching, started swapping information.  Apparently the girl's mother was inside and saw it happen through a window -- she came rushing out all afluster, fussing and fretting and wailing and how-could-you'ing her daughter -- the girl's test judge pulled her mother aside to keep her out of our way while we handled everything.  My dad called her dad later to arrange for repair costs.

 

"First test?"  I asked her.  

"Yup.  I guess I don't pass today."

"That's okay.  My first test I got the guy who doesn't believe in passing teens on their first test.  If you don't tell your friends about why you failed they will just assume you got that guy."

"Oh, yeah!  Thanks!"

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DS has a dentist appointment today at noon. I like his pediatric dentist office, but it is in a nearby city and I have to drive on a busy highway which always has fatal

accidents. I know other roads have accidents. It could happen anywhere. But this particular road freaks me out. I stress more about the drive than the possibility of cavities.

 

I need more coffee.

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Good morning. I am going to brave the dollar movies with both of the young ones this morning. It should be fun.

I ketchupped rather quickly but did not reply to anything. Hugs to all that need them.

 

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What movie?

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And I learned to drive at 16 on the way to school. After 2 weeks my dad would sleep the whole way.

 

Yeah... when I was learning to drive and basically only needed to practice the parallel parking thing, we did realize that the law said that a licensed driver (21+) had to be in the passenger seat... but did not specify that said person had to be sober, or conscious, or, well, even alive, for that matter. So, I was designated driver occasionally (not that I ever drove with a super drunk person... just with someone who maybe exceeded the legal limit a little, like 3 glasses instead of 2).

 

imagine my surprise, after being gone for months - possibly even a year or more - to see this thread still active!!   :hurray:

 

Welcome back! Now, you need to read everything you've missed, and there will be a test at the end (which I've read will be an obstacle course with questions).

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Heather--I am a bit late to the game but in my experience of dealing with difficult teens, don't put any labels on it, just share the specific behaviors. Mention the behaviors that had witnesses first.

 

We went through a similar experience, and there were butterfly ripple repercussions, but we wish we would've confronted earlier on.

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Good morning!

 

It's the Queen's favorite day!

 

I'm sitting in the mall parking lot waiting for the store to open. I dropped dh off at work then drove to The Big City to drop dd14 off at her orchestra thing. Then I stopped at a grocery store that only had tiny market carts which do not quite hold enough even when bare bones shopping for 8 people. BUT they did have 2 gallons of buttermilk on clearance and ds12 will be ecstatic to be able to make quark again.

 

I have 20 minutes left to wait. Gah.

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My laundry and dishes are going. I need to let down the hem of ds11's scout trousers. When I hemmed them in MARCH, I left a lot of extra length, knowing he was about to hit his growth spurt. I need to let the hem down about 4 inches.  This is why we're going through 3 dozen hardboiled eggs a week as snacks, people. Sheesh!

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My laundry and dishes are going. I need to let down the hem of ds11's scout trousers. When I hemmed them in MARCH, I left a lot of extra length, knowing he was about to hit his growth spurt. I need to let the hem down about 4 inches. This is why we're going through 3 dozen hardboiled eggs a week as snacks, people. Sheesh!

Wow, that's some growth spurt!

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Quark is a creamy cheese kind of like a cross between cream cheese and cottage cheese. It's fairly popular in Germany. The way we make it isn't super authentic but close enough.

 

You put buttermilk in a covered baking dish and heat it in the oven overnight at 150 degrees (our oven only goes down to 170 so that's what we do). In the morning, let the cheese drain for a couple hours.

 

We blend it up with a bit of salt and cream and then use it like cream cheese.

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In other news, my son has decided that he wants to be a gardener. Apparently we need to get the garden cleaned out, and a covered chicken enclosure built so that the game hens can't fly over and eat all the prizewinning pumpkins, gourds and watermelons he plans to raise.

 

Talk about incompatible species. We have a ten foot fence with an additional foot of wire to keep deer out, but it doesn't deter the incredible flying chickens. And prizewinning pumpkins and chickens are decidedly incompatible species.

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http://www.thedutchtable.com/2012/07/kwarktaart.html

 

I don't agree that kwark plays a key role in the Dutch kitchen, but kwarktaart is yummy. It doesn't seem quite as heavy as cheesecake, iirc. 

 

 

I probably should state that I haven't made the recipe above before (my aunt would usually bring some to family gatherings - no clue what recipe she uses), and I've never made quark myself - it's just something you buy in the store. 

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Krissi, someday our little piglets will be grown and turn their own houses into pigstys -- for a few years. Then one day they will undergo a magical transformation and learn how to see dirt and start cleaning their own houses. Then their children will destroy it and when they come to visit you (the s*xy grandma in the gorgeous sparkling house) they will sigh wistfully and say, " it's soooo clean here...". And you will laugh at them a little, because it is the circle of life. Ommmmmm.

Many, many likes to the sexy grandma with the sparkling house lol. I will let them put handprints on the patio doors though, and leave them there so it can remind me of them when they are away:) That is what my MIL did when my guys were teeny and, even though she and I are *very* different, that was one of the sweetest things to me.

 

I flew the coop this am because my SIL is with the ILs. Went for a walk in the beautiful sun. It's hot, but breezy. Ended up in town for COFFEE

 

https://www.evernote.com/shard/s168/sh/d9f371e3-6972-4d28-99ea-d0b3518f3cea/2be40c9a15d9fd149a6f064876041a63

 

I can't see what page we are on on my phone... did I miss 1974.

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My high school driver's ed teacher totaled the just-bought-new driver's ed car on the first day of school, on his way to the school. In truth he was probably hit by someone else, resulting in that much damage, but he never heard the end of it from us students.

 

Our driver's ed was all taught in automatic shifts. My Dad took me out in his then-mostly-new pickup truck to teach me how to drive a manual shift. He took me out on the old roads to get me used to 45 mph, then took me to the highway to get used to going faster. As soon as I settled into 55mph (the limit at the time) he confirmed I was good, then told me "take it up to 80." "80!?!" "Yes, 80. Do it now, while we are in the straight stretch." After I did and passed one bend in the road at that speed he told me I could slow down to 55 again. When I asked him why he made me do that he told me I would end up going that fast sometime anyway, and he wanted my first time to be under supervision. It scared the pants off me. I didn't exceed the speed limit intentionally for YEARS.

That is funny. My dad made me open up his Iroc-Z on back roads...

 

And proceeded to create a monster lol.

 

I still feel the need for speed, which I *really* have to curb with Mario and Andretti in the car;)

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The second time I took my driving test was in my Dad's pickup truck. I had just finished (passed!) the test and was walking back to the courthouse with my test judge when we heard a CRUNCH! behind us. It turns out another girl heading out for the start of her test turned into our pickup as she was backing out of her parking space right next to ours. She had forgotten we had just pulled in next to her, and mis-remembered that the space was empty. She did fine. She pulled back into the parking spot, turned off the car, and asked her test judge, "What do I do now?" "Remember your steps..." "Oh yeah, they're not injured, so swap info comes next."

 

My Dad was watching and coming out to greet me when it happened, so he calmly joined us and we all, with both test judges watching, started swapping information. Apparently the girl's mother was inside and saw it happen through a window -- she came rushing out all afluster, fussing and fretting and wailing and how-could-you'ing her daughter -- the girl's test judge pulled her mother aside to keep her out of our way while we handled everything. My dad called her dad later to arrange for repair costs.

 

"First test?" I asked her.

"Yup. I guess I don't pass today."

"That's okay. My first test I got the guy who doesn't believe in passing teens on their first test. If you don't tell your friends about why you failed they will just assume you got that guy."

"Oh, yeah! Thanks!"

She may not remember your name, but I bet that story will always be told with reverence for you as guardian angel:)

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DS has a dentist appointment today at noon. I like his pediatric dentist office, but it is in a nearby city and I have to drive on a busy highway which always has fatal

accidents. I know other roads have accidents. It could happen anywhere. But this particular road freaks me out. I stress more about the drive than the possibility of cavities.

 

I need more coffee.

:grouphug: Coffee will help.

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Heather--I am a bit late to the game but in my experience of dealing with difficult teens, don't put any labels on it, just share the specific behaviors. Mention the behaviors that had witnesses first.

 

We went through a similar experience, and there were butterfly ripple repercussions, but we wish we would've confronted earlier on.

Good to know. We actually downsized the plan quite a bit last night. I believe in shaving things down lol. Will share when I am not thumb typing.
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I am relieved and miffed at the same time.  CT was normal.  I'm being referred to yet another specialist since just because the CT is normal doesn't mean that I am not still having some symptoms (and lots of blood in my urine confirms that I'm not making it up!)  The normal CT is the relief.  The miffedness is because if the CT was normal, why leave me a message telling me that there were "fixes" for what was found on the CT and then leaving me like that for an entire weekend?  I wasn't a wreck or anything but it was on my mind the entire Saturday and Sunday. 

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My laundry and dishes are going. I need to let down the hem of ds11's scout trousers. When I hemmed them in MARCH, I left a lot of extra length, knowing he was about to hit his growth spurt. I need to let the hem down about 4 inches. This is why we're going through 3 dozen hardboiled eggs a week as snacks, people. Sheesh!

This happened to me a day before leaving for a debate tourney... I had just taken them up 3 weeks before! :Svengo:
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I am relieved and miffed at the same time. CT was normal. I'm being referred to yet another specialist since just because the CT is normal doesn't mean that I am not still having some symptoms (and lots of blood in my urine confirms that I'm not making it up!) The normal CT is the relief. The miffedness is because if the CT was normal, why leave me a message telling me that there were "fixes" for what was found on the CT and then leaving me like that for an entire weekend? I wasn't a wreck or anything but it was on my mind the entire Saturday and Sunday.

No kidding. I know what you mean on relief and not at the same time. But, I will send ENB after them if they act like you are making anything up, blood urine or not. And yes, um, tell me I am ok right away instead of waiting through the weekend. That is the kind of thing they could automate.

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I am relieved and miffed at the same time. CT was normal. I'm being referred to yet another specialist since just because the CT is normal doesn't mean that I am not still having some symptoms (and lots of blood in my urine confirms that I'm not making it up!) The normal CT is the relief. The miffedness is because if the CT was normal, why leave me a message telling me that there were "fixes" for what was found on the CT and then leaving me like that for an entire weekend? I wasn't a wreck or anything but it was on my mind the entire Saturday and Sunday.

:hurray: and :banghead:

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I am making dd 11 run laps around the yard for starting crap with her sisters.

Not loving that I'm having to watch them out of the window instead of actually getting stuff done. 🙄 I guess I'm getting disciplining done.

And nature study.
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I got a call from the dr. about the appointment dd10 is scheduled for to get a referral to a pulmonologist. The nurse was saying that the dr. had already referred dd to a pulmonologist and was wondering if we needed a different one or what. I said I couldn't remember ever having a referral so the nurse looked through the records and said, "Oh yes, here it is. In January for allergy testing and after talking with them you declined the appointment."

 

Uh, right. So I explained that we don't need allergy testing, we need to see a pulmonologist. It took just a bit longer than I expected for her to figure it out. But I think we have it all straight now and dd doesn't have to see the GP today.

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I am back from getting my teeth cleaned. I am not a terrible patient, but I hate getting my teeth cleaned. It's like a sensory nightmare for me in so many ways. Very thankful it is over and that my boys don't have the same issues that I have with having my mouth and teeth messed with. They go with DH and he's a very good patient. They think it's fun.

So now I'm wiped out from chicken trauma and tooth trauma and I want to take a nap. But I have to clean and cook instead.

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What a Monday this is.

 

One vomiting child.  (She seems to be better now.)

 

Two children at an activity.

 

Three things I've ingested today:  water, pretzels, and Cocoa Pebbles.  :)

 

Four noisy children left at home.

 

Five thousand things that I should be doing.

 

 

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