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  • When my DH bought me a mandolin, he also bought me a pair of Kevlar gloves that I am required to wear when I use it. They are similar to these: KevlarŪ Cut-Resistant Gloves : Cabela's

    I hope everyone's chilled feel better soon!

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    • Joanie, thanks for the link to the kids cooking. My sister mentioned that show to me but I never looked it up. Now I've got it cued up!
      Life is death. We all take turns. It's sacred to eat during our turn and be eaten when our turn is over. RichMahogany.

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      • Originally posted by NZ primal Gwamma View Post
        Goodness CC, i am so pleased things are settling down for you. Sick and wounding i suppose go hand in hand with being a mother, but i think my girl that you get more than your fair share!!!!!!!!
        Howz the hummingbird ??????
        G x
        Hummingbirds have flown south as we have had standing snow for all last week already, with the snow remnants just today having melted away. I washed and stored that glass feeder until next year. Any chance you could return here right along with the birdies next spring, hmmmmm??

        Re banged-up, laid-up, and otherwise damaged family members - (chuckling) you are probably right, but nothing so far that has long-term consequences, thank goodness! You just take care of yourself, you hear!
        I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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        • Originally posted by vh67 View Post
          When my DH bought me a mandolin, he also bought me a pair of Kevlar gloves that I am required to wear when I use it. They are similar to these: KevlarŪ Cut-Resistant Gloves : Cabela's

          I hope everyone's chilled feel better soon!
          Thanks! You know, when Second and I were in Williams Sonoma test-driving knives, the sales guy had a glove on, too. He said he was required to have it on, and essentially we were, too, to wear one as we chopped the hell out of a pile of apples and spuds, but he kinda looked the other way, just laying the gloves out close by.

          Second actually cut herself CLEANING the thing, not cutting with it! Of all the things. But I have done that before myself, mostly when somebody in this household chucks a knife into my sudsy (no visibility) water and I don't see the deed being done, and blindly grab the next thing under the suds, and squeeze hard into the blade edge. I have since solved that problem by having a plastic bin on the countertop next to the sink, wherein all blades and sharps and skewers-y stuff goes for special handling. No accidental washing up cuts on my part since!

          Thanks for the link! I was telling Second at the doc that we should probably get a couple of these things. Just as much for visitors to this kitchen who THINK they know how to handle such a knife, but actually don't regularly use one IRL...

          Mandolines... ummm, I learned recently to actually use the guard, as well...
          I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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          • The only significant cut I ever had (requiring stitches) occurred while washing a knife. This happened when I worked in a fish factory in the far north of Norway. I was in a hurry, trying to leave for the day. Lesson learned, always pay attention when handling cutting tools, and never leave sharp things in soapy dish water.
            Life is death. We all take turns. It's sacred to eat during our turn and be eaten when our turn is over. RichMahogany.

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            • Originally posted by Urban Forager View Post
              The only significant cut I ever had (requiring stitches) occurred while washing a knife. This happened when I worked in a fish factory in the far north of Norway. I was in a hurry, trying to leave for the day. Lesson learned, always pay attention when handling cutting tools, and never leave sharp things in soapy dish water.
              Norway?!?! Oh man, that is on my bucket list, Scandinavia!!
              I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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              • Williams- Sonoma, restaurant supply, and all their kin are dangerous places for my wallet. Unfortunately, I have no one I can hand it to before I enter because my co-visitors and fellow cooks and co-conspirators. I've gotten lucky the past several times and only walked out with what I needed.
                In terms of knife related injuries, I learned from my father at a VERY early age that knives do not go in the sink. Ever. They go beside the sink, if you don't just wash them after you're done. My only knife related injuries come from trying to get fancy with my knifework or trying to mandoline my finger. I've lopped off several finger tips and trimmed several fingernails that way. In all cases, it was put work aside, go get paper towel, apply pressure on the way to the bathroom, apply bandaid/ gauze and tape, apply glove and cutting glove, and go back to work.
                My worst knife related scar I did to myself because I couldn't remember my bike lock combo and got cocky trying to saw the lock off (yes, with a Swiss army knife. I should've known better.)
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • So - here we are on Friday. The week has been busy. Yesterday Third and I were at the Clinic with her developmental pediatrician for an annual checkup, nothing special. For those of you who don't know what a developmental pediatrician does, here it is: s/he is the gatekeeper to the entire world of hospital departments and also outside therapies. You bring in a kid who is struggling medically/emotionally/developmentally/whatever-ally, and the developmentalist will give instructions, order tests, write referrals, pen letters, send you for lab work, whatever - they have nearly the power of a god. They are typically only located in the bowels of a major hospital, especially children's hospitals, and there seems to be only one per. It is that way at the massive Cleveland Clinic, and it was that way at the children's hospital we began with back in NJ. Anyway, if a busy hospital department gets a referral from the developmentalist, you WILL be seen. They also look at how the school/educational life of a special kid is going, as well as family dynamics/life, and anything else pertinent. So - a truly global view. That kind of care takes a lifetime of experience and letters-behind-the-name from a doc, and we have a great one. And she is retiring as of Spring 2014. And I am taking this hard.

                  I have known for a couple of years that the doc was going into retirement, but here we are, for real. Just this year, Third's AAC specialist went into a much less busy private practice, so also isn't with the Clinic, either. These ladies have been my constant traveling companions on this journey with Third, and I miss them!! It is new to me how you can come to emotionally depend on your doctors, now that a couple of long-timers have left. Yeah, the hospital is hiring (or has already hired, in the case of the AAC doc) fresh faces, but I LIKED MY OLD ONES! I actually got all weepy last night.

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                  Massive headache, accompanied by a nausea, last night. Killed it with ibuprofen, couch rest, and a Mike's Hard Lemonade. Harrumph. Hate headaches.

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                  Third is having her first outside sleepover ever, right now. (Only my SIL has hosted her otherwise, and I don't count this aunt, as her own family is, in all ways that matter, an extension of this one.) Well, now that it is 7:30 am, she had her sleepover last night and is now getting ready for school, but nevertheless. Third is at her previous-classroom teacher's house, along with her best friend. Now, before you all go thinking I have taken leave of my senses, here it is: Teach lives just at the bottom of my hill - literally - so she is less than a mile away. Teach also takes care of special-needs adults as a second job, so she is more than experienced, so Third will be safe. Teach, along with her husband, are well on their way to becoming family friends, so we have seen them privately already, and know how they live. And Teach has babysat Third here and there when I have been in a husbandless-because-of-job-travel pinch, so the safe and cared-for thing has already been proven.

                  Teach actually offered, just because she is a truly wonderful example of country-bred humanity, to host Third and her BFF, as those two have been wanting and begging to get together for ages, years actually, and so much has been going on that both I and BFF's mom haven't made it happen. Teach waited until Third and the BFF were no longer students in her own class - I appreciate that - would have been too problematic, even if completely aboveboard. Between Third's therapy schedule, and the fact that BFF is adopted (as a related sibling-cousin group of 6 (!) consanguineous special-needs children ALL taken in by BFF's now-parents) as well as BFF's adoptive father being recently literally blinded, life stuff just has distracted us both. As an example - I dropped Third off straight off our return trip from the developmentalist in Cleveland. Busy lives, all of us.

                  The party girls are/were eating pizza, playing with Teach's spaz min-pin hound, and watching 3 children's movies before bedtime (at a decent hour, as it is a school night). The school-night thing had to happen - Teach's second job of caring for adult special-needs folks in the afternoon/evening hours makes her schedule pretty booked - better money. Well, also, huge demand, to be honest. Hold on, phone call... ... ...Teach just called up the hill, and everybody survived the night. Third made the min-pin cry for bed, she played so long and hard with him, hee-hee - a spazzier dog you will never, ever meet. They made it through 2-1/2 movies before they succumbed to sleep, at about 9 p.m. Third will get to school way early, for once, and she has Special Olympics bowling on the schedule for this morning, so she should be in a glorious mood today!

                  First is suffering some pretty bad muscle soreness after fencing on Monday. Second is recovering from a mild cold bug. Fourth, my most recently-treated ER kid, is now officially back to good health and appetite. Kittens are big enough to chuck stuff off of counters as we continue to teach them not to jump up there - guess how I am able to tell you all that...

                  George the cat, of the continuing George vs Freddie fight fame, had to go to the vet - his cheek gash wasn't healing well. Vet took one look, hauled him in the back, and shaved half his head in patches as she uncovered and irrigated about four more holes I hadn't known were there. Along with the missing eyebrow slash from a couple of weeks ago, he looks like Rocky Balboa. My only comment, as I arrived at the vet - "Hi, doc - weeeeee're back!" Sigh. Man, George needs to learn to fight better. But then, Freddie LOOKS like Quasimodo, but fights like a midget mud wrestler - all slippery and surprisingly strong. George is LOUD and gets fat clumps of dark fur between his claws, but just can't get a tooth-hold. Hopefully this will resolve soon - boy cats are such a pain in the ass (wallet) in this way.

                  I have no plans for Thanksgiving at all this year. MIL has invited us, but I have another appointment with Third the day before Thanksgiving up at the Clinic, and that will take all day - blood draws and stuff - takes Third forever to recover... The SIL, freshly divorced as she is, and freshly dumped by her new boyfriend as well, as she saw fit to get herself a boyfriend so soon after the finalization of the divorce and he - well - phoned and dumped her, and moving house as well, is in absolutely no frame of mind to see or be seen and has told us as much. And I don't contact my own folks any more. Everybody else is way far away. I think I just might use this year to do something we never have contemplated, much less done - go to a restaurant! Whaddy'all think?!

                  Well, good folks of the MDA, I have to get a lunch ready and delivered for Third at school. Her SCD diet, you know. Wish I had someone to make fresh food, diet-appropriate, daily!
                  Last edited by Crabbcakes; 11-22-2013, 06:45 AM.
                  I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                  • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                    Williams- Sonoma, restaurant supply, and all their kin are dangerous places for my wallet. Unfortunately, I have no one I can hand it to before I enter because my co-visitors and fellow cooks and co-conspirators. I've gotten lucky the past several times and only walked out with what I needed.
                    In terms of knife related injuries, I learned from my father at a VERY early age that knives do not go in the sink. Ever. They go beside the sink, if you don't just wash them after you're done. My only knife related injuries come from trying to get fancy with my knifework or trying to mandoline my finger. I've lopped off several finger tips and trimmed several fingernails that way. In all cases, it was put work aside, go get paper towel, apply pressure on the way to the bathroom, apply bandaid/ gauze and tape, apply glove and cutting glove, and go back to work.
                    My worst knife related scar I did to myself because I couldn't remember my bike lock combo and got cocky trying to saw the lock off (yes, with a Swiss army knife. I should've known better.)
                    Now that Second has her very own, personal knife, she is close to always washing it immediately after use. Funny how personal ownership makes you take better care of a blade than a knife that is communally household, eh?

                    That Swiss Army knife injury is cooooool! Not the fact that you got hurt, but the fact that I have done dumb stuff like that, too, and now I have company! At least, past war story company.
                    I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                    • Wow! That's a heck of a week. Bravo on third's sleepover.

                      My experience with male cats is exactly the opposite, but I've never gotten three brothers all at one time. As far as introducing kittens to an already in-place cat, my males (hands down) have been more accepting of the newcomer. And castration is cheaper than spaying. But poor George.

                      I think I just might use this year to do something we never have contemplated, much less done - go to a restaurant! Whaddy'all think?!
                      Thumbs up on that! There have been many years in my life when making reservations was what I wanted to do for the holidays.

                      Whether just as an indulgence, or because I was so busy that there was no way I was going to make a holiday just one more day of work, so many restaurants and hotels do a great Thanksgiving (or Christmas) spread that I've never regretted it. One Thanksgiving when I was living with my best friend and her mom, we went to a hotel (her mother totally didn't cook), and we ate so much from the fish bar that when the turkey arrived at our table we both looked at each other like, "How the heck are we going to fit that in?"
                      "Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine

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                      • What a successful first sleepover for you and Third! That's a major achievement in my book. I know what you mean about finding such a specialized pediatric doctor, it's hard to imagine how another doctor can fulfill that role.

                        DS and I just got back from a whirlwind trip to see his doctor, 5 hrs of driving! We weren't sure if DS was going to be admitted to the hospital so we packed our bags. I was pretty sure DS was doing better but we never really know until the doctor does a lung function test. His lung function was down 20% from his normal. Not bad but not great. The doc prescribed antibiotics and continuing prednisone and scheduled a follow up. But then last night was rough, prednisone made it hard for DS to fall asleep and the coughing woke him up early. He looks a lot worse today.

                        No Thanksgiving plans around here, I did order a small turkey from our health food store. Realistically that bird may end up in the freezer and we may be sampling the hospital's holiday fare. It's just so hard to know, one day DS seems great and then the next not so much.
                        Life is death. We all take turns. It's sacred to eat during our turn and be eaten when our turn is over. RichMahogany.

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                        • Forager -

                          Ugh to a possible hospital stay. But if you do go, I will keep you company if you wish. Write here, PM, whatever it takes, okay?
                          I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                          • Thanks CC.
                            Life is death. We all take turns. It's sacred to eat during our turn and be eaten when our turn is over. RichMahogany.

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                            • Cats - just because I want to talk about them... We currently have 8. Here they are, from oldest to youngest:

                              Merlin, 12 yo, came with us from NJ
                              Tolly (properly Bartholomew, but he doesn't answer to that), 10 yo, came with us from NJ
                              George (he of the Rocky Balboa look), 9 yo, first OH cat
                              Henry, 3 yo, second OH cat
                              Freddie, 2 yo, third OH cat
                              and the three kittens: Simon, Lionel, and Finn, not quite 7 months, obviously also OH...

                              We have lost, due to ripe old age, these Garden State boys: Tabasco, Rudi, Jasper, Angus, and Oliver. Oliver and Rudi have gone since I joined the MDA, the others were before my journal begin. We euthanized one, Zeke, here in OH as well. Like Henry, Zeke just walked onto our property, looking for a home. Also like Henry, he was young and perfectly groomed and domesticated and super cuddly, and was my favorite kind - an orange tabby male. Unlike Henry, he tested positive for feline leukemia, so we made the heart-wrenching decision to put him down before the disease ravaged him and infected all the others. I hate that - what right do I have to end an animal's life like that?? I also once had a new kitten die of raging distemper back in NJ, when I was freshly married and yet without kids - that would have been Duncan. Duncan came from a communal pen at the humane society in the bowels of Newark NJ, and when the humane society found out he died of distemper, as our local vet reported it back to them, I eventually heard that the whole group was euthanized. I cried for a week.

                              I fostered an orange tabby once for a NJ church friend whose son was undertaking allergy shots for cat dander - he was called Sandy by his family, but I kind of changed his name to Quincy. He was the number 5 cat at the time in the household, and as he and I didn't really gel personality-wise, but we (the cat and I) agreed to be civil for the sake of food and water and a clean litter box, I just called him "quint" for "5", and that morphed into Quincy. He returned to his eager family of origin safe and sound, and the son was able to tolerate him, and they all lived happily ever after.

                              So I currently have 5 fuzzy boys buried on the property, as I am allowed to do that here. Not Zeke, though, as I wasn't aware of that option then, so he went wherever dead cat bodies go, sadly. If pet cremation weren't so expensive, I would go that route, and then not stress about leaving the bones of my beloved boys behind if we ever move. Honest - I am that crazy about my cats. Once you are claimed by me, you are mine and I will keep you, come hell or high water, unto death, and then I get your remains, too.

                              So those are my boys. I add one pic, just for fun. This is Freddie the Fearsome, at least if you are George the cat...
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                              Last edited by Crabbcakes; 11-22-2013, 01:04 PM.
                              I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                              • What a cutie!

                                Crabby, you have the biggest heart! I feel very uplifted when I read your journal and the obvious love you have for all of your family, even the furry ones.

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