My ‘dog diet’ (No Comments)

I’ve been suffering from allergies for a long time, ever since I turned 19…so about five hundred years ago.

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The allergist told me that my immune system crashed because my family had a house full of pets and they smoked.  A lot.

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So here I am 29 years later (tbh) and still suffering.  Until five weeks ago when I began my ‘dog diet’, my nose ran constantly.  I had pockets filled with tissues in every clothing item I own.

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Now that my kids are getting old (19,almost 18, almost 16 and 13) I feel lonely sometimes.  Tear! Don’t tell my hubby I wrote that!

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I can’t believe I’m writing that given how busy life still is but truth be told it can be quiet here from time to time when everyone goes out or hides in their bedroom with their devices.

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My kids have been asking for a dog for years and I always said ‘no’ because of my allergies.  But for the last year I’ve been really missing having a dog/cat.  I grew up with several and have always missed being able to have a fur baby.  We do have a bird but he doesn’t enjoy cuddling and we have a gorgeous bunny who does but I am crazy allergic to him.  So much so that he lives in the garage.  I wheeze and itch and my nose pours when I spend any time with him.

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Anyway, after spending many thousands of dollars on naturopathic doctors and BIE treatment that didn’t work, I decided to cut out gluten completely, as well as sugar.

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Oh sugar, how I love you!

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But surprisingly, I don’t miss it.  Much.

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Because my allergies and immune system have improved so much in the five weeks since I started the ‘dog diet’, my nose has stopped running.  I feel so well!  I haven’t been sick since before I started the diet.  And as a grade two teacher, I’m normally sick consistently from October until March.  Last year and the year before, I have had influenza twice, both times each year becoming pnuemonia.  It was scary.

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So anyway.  I went to my parents house to visit (and to cut my Dad’s hair as he had grown it long to donate it but that’s another story) and spent an hour and a half there cutting his hair and trimming my mom’s and I DID NOT REACT TO THEIR CAT!!!! Seriously!  I didn’t.

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This can only be explained by my ‘dog diet’.  Buddy was present, the windows were closed and my nose did not get stuffy, I didn’t sneeze and I didn’t wheeze!  Normally I don’t even go to my parents home because of my severe cat allergies, however, my dad had been looking so forward to having his long ponytail cut off that I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him when my mom refused to leave the house last weekend. That’s also another story.

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I’m very excited. The thought of being able to take in a rescue dog and give it a great life is so thrilling to me that I can actually cry at the thought. I’m addicted to petfinder.com and check it daily.  But I’m afraid to move too quickly into pet ownershiphood and then be disappointed if my allergies return.  Also, I could never return a dog once I was in love with it. And it would be hard to live with severe allergies to a pet again.  Been there. Done that.  I was sick all the time.

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Anyway, I’m beginning week 6 of the ‘dog diet’ with much hope and excitement and every time I’ve been tempted to snack on something with sugar, I ask myself would I rather have that cookie or would I rather own a dog?

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It’s impossible to lie to myself.  So that’s how I’ve gone from being a sugar addict eating sugar to a recovering sugar addict who doesn’t.  I picture  the dog I am currently obsessing over on petfinder.com and I walk away.

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Eating this clean requires a lot of thought and some prep.  But if I can do it, so can you!

 

 

Writing (No Comments)

Hello!

I’m baaaacck!

I haven’t really been away.  Just taking a break from blogging to mother, wife, daughter, teach and write my children’s stories.  I’m using those words as verbs, because, man-I’ve been busy!

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I’ve been sending a few manuscripts in to publishers but after some initial interest, I haven’t  heard anything else.

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Ive been writing stories my entire life and although I’m officially unpublished, I consider myself a writer just as much as I am a teacher/mother/wife/daughter. I’ve had great feedback on my stories-not just from people who love me but also from colleagues at work who gave great feedback, and from a small independant publisher who wanted to publish my middle grade novel. I declined because the timing was wrong and I wanted to give mainstream publishing a chance.

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So.  I remain, unpublished.

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I’m toying with the idea of posting part of one story here, to see if I get any feedback on it.  That might help me to decide what direction to take with it.

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Hmmmm….

 

Food fight (No Comments)

But not the kind of food fight you might be imagining.

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I made a ton of lasagne on the weekend and until it is eaten, I’m not keen to make anything else.  My children don’t want to eat any more lasagne and have been searching the house for things to eat that they can prepare on their own.

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Which brings us to a box of ‘Annie’s’ brand organic macaroni and cheese and a can of Italian wedding soup.

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I rarely have pre prepared food in the house but for some reason, I did.   In an effort avoid any more lasagne, Jeremy made himself a bowl of mac and cheese.

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Later, Gregory opened the can of soup and began to heat it up.  Jeremy then demanded some of the soup and a major fight ensued because Gregory didn’t want to share it. After all, it was a small can.

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After listening to the argument for a few minutes, I reached into the depths of the cupboard and pulled out a second can of Italian wedding soup.

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Jeremy then declared he needed to hide it because he didn’t want it right away and wanted to make sure no one else ate it when he wasn’t looking.

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Seriously.  A can of soup. Being hidden.

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I guess tomorrow I better make something for dinner.  It could get ugly over here if I insist that the rest of the lasagne gets eaten.

 

 

 

What the?! (No Comments)

So just when I thought I had experienced all the gross, freaky and nasty things I could possibly experience as a mother, this happened…

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We spent the weekend in northern Ontario at our lake house.  We swam, boated, kayaked.  We had so much fun.

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I got the kids out of the lake around 3pm yesterday afternoon and we dressed and packed the van.  By 5pm we were on the road, heading home.

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Half an hour into the drive, 12 year old Sabrina shrieked,”Mom, I have a leech between my toes!  STOP THE CAR!”

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I replied calmly, “Honey, I’m sure it isn’t a leech.  We never have leeches in our water.”

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Sabrina went into full fledged panic attack, complete with the sweats, tears and heavy breathing. Her friend, Emma, who was sitting next to her, math book in her lap, was frozen in her place.

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I nudged my sleeping 22 year old cousin, Emily, who had joined us at the cottage for the weekend.  “Deal with this please!” I said.

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Emily twisted in her seat and said ” It’s not a leech, Sabrina.”  But then she turned and I saw that her face said otherwise.

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I continued driving for another 10 minutes because I didn’t want to stop on a busy two lane highway and risk our safety for a ‘maybe’ leech.

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Finally I saw a parking lot and pulled over, jumped out.

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Sabrina opened her door and stuck her foot out at me.  And there.  Poking up between her two middle toes.  There it was.

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So. A leech.  Out of water for over 2 hours.  In the middle of no where.  Forest everywhere.  And absolutely no salt in the car.

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I asked Emily to Google ‘how to remove a leech without salt’.

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And then I tried to put pressure where it was attached to force it off.

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But it was just as determined as I was.  And it wouldn’t let go.

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Until I pressed my jagged nail into it as hard as I could…this caused Sabrina to cry even more.  But it also caused the leech to pop off.

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I flung it away from us.

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She wasn’t bleeding.  But her tears were plentiful. I grabbed her face and kissed her wet, salty cheeks.

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As I got back into the car, no one spoke.  We drove in silence and all I could think about was, why didn’t I take a picture of that? Or get Em to video?  But I knew that if I had taken time to get my phone out, I would have been labelled the ‘worst mother ever’.  So I didn’t and now we don’t have proof of the grossness that we experienced.

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After about 20 minutes, when Sabrina had begun to recover and could speak again, she said “I wish you had taken a picture of it!”

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Me too.

 

It’s been a loongg time.. (No Comments)

Whoa!  Part of the reason why it has been so long since I last wrote about my children is because they aren’t little and cute anymore.  Now they are big, a couple are even bigger than me.  And to be honest, I don’t find them funny most of the time because usually they are driving me crazy.  They always want to eat.  Seriously!  Why do they have to eat so much! And they want me to drive them everywhere and they won’t take a bus.  Ever.  Although Jack did take a bus to go see his girlfriend last week.  That was good.

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Anyway, so much time has passed and things have changed.  I’m in menopause.  And man, no one tells you how awful this time will be.  People make jokes about hot flashes and mood swings but believe me when I say there is nothing, I repeat, nothing, funny about it.  I’ve been sleeping with my window open, even all last winter long, with a fan blowing directly on me.  I use only a thin blanket. I wear a tank top.  No socks.  Hubby is burrowed under his own thick duvet. (Yes, we have our own sheets and blankets, smartest thing I’ve ever done).  He is cold.  I am hot, one leg sticking out from under my thin blankie.

I haven’t worn a sweater in two years.  I have gone from being freezing all the time, to feeling like I’m walking on the surface of the sun about 10 times in 24 hours. And, the sun is hot.  Very hot.

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In addition to all the other gross and awful things currently happening to my body, I now have white hair growing-IN MY EYEBROWS.  Seriously.  So I have been plucking them out.  But I had to stop plucking them because they are getting too thin and now that I am 47 and estrogen deprived, they no longer grow back.  So I have long, gray, curly eyebrow hairs growing amongst my sparse brown eyebrow hairs.  My eyebrows are starting to resemble my  75 year old father’s.  Only his are fuller.

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So tomorrow I am heading to Sephora to have them tint and work wonders on my brows.  They need help.  I will pay whatever it takes. I hope I don’t have big black ‘painted on’ eyebrows after.  That would be bad…but it might be an improvement from my Grampa brows.

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The good new is, there is no sign of nose or ear hairs yet…  Something else to look forward to, I guess.