tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45086223589864129772024-03-13T09:34:09.184-07:00Chaotic MelancholyPenny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-48864276858699945362015-08-22T19:35:00.000-07:002015-08-22T19:35:19.179-07:00One of my favorite dessertsI made a pina colada poke cake tonight. Seriously it's so good. It might even be better if you wait overnight like you're suppose to but I've never been able to do that. The problem with not waiting is its still warm and the topping melted off. What's not a problem with not waiting though was I got to eat it tonight and its SO good.<br />
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My sister was the first one to ever make this cake for me. Hers were better than mine. Now that I think about it maybe that's because she did let it sit in the fridge overnight. I hope she knew it was one of my favorites and I'm thankful she showed me the recipe. Seriously, what's not to love. Make one. You'll see. YUM!!!Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-21768690536191678142015-08-22T15:43:00.000-07:002015-08-22T15:43:15.496-07:00Feeling southernAnytime I fry something I feel southern. I spent a lot of my childhood visiting family in the south but only lived there for 1 year. The rest of the time I've lived in Kentucky which is almost a southern state but not quite.<br />
A week or so ago we went out to dinner and my daughter ordered fried green tomatoes. I don't even like them but for some reason they've been stuck in my head. So today I made some. I should have taken a picture of the earlier batch before the oil got dark. My daughter said she could NOT taste the difference between mine and the ones she ordered at the restaurant. I'd call that a major success.<br />
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Several months ago I got a blooming onion through the outback take out for my husband and daughter to share. She didn't share. My poor hubby. Well I finally got around to doing something similar at home. I fried onion rings. They both had PLENTY and they thought they were delicious. </div>
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I rarely fry food so I'm glad the onions and maters turned out so well today. </div>
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It makes cooking more fun when I share my kitchen with this cuteness. </div>
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Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-36344938855243351462015-08-15T11:13:00.001-07:002015-08-15T11:13:34.166-07:00Returning to "Through the years"A month after I wrote the through the years post my sister died. I had been doing great that month and was jogging and counting calories. After that month my world crashed and I ended up gaining more weight. It's been over a year and I'm still in shock and denial most days. Other days I'm still angry and sad beyond belief. I need to lose weight though. I went over the 250 lb mark but I'm currently at 245. I wanted to be thin again by 30. My birthday is this month, I'll be 33. Here's hoping this will be my year!Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-53911168049419427332015-08-15T10:59:00.002-07:002015-08-15T10:59:46.048-07:00SmoothiesI've started making smoothies for my daughter almost everyday. Sometimes for breakfast and sometimes for a snack. Since she loves them and I'm not creative I have pinned over 100 on pinterest. Today's recipe was technically for a juice but I took out the ice cubes and added some vanilla yogurt and it was more of a smoothie. The recipe can be found here: http://84thand3rd.com/2013/03/08/summer-cantaloupe-cucumber-mint-green-juice/<br />
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J gave it 4 stars. I hate cucumber and cantaloupe so I didn't even taste it.Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-2835714463331867412014-05-06T08:03:00.001-07:002014-05-06T08:04:40.451-07:00Through the years.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Went through a few major issues in marriage, son was diagnosed with Tourette syndrome, bought a house, stepson moved in and then out and then in and then out again, lots of therapies for kids, lots of different kinds of doctors for kids, I was diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis, lots more stress that I couldn't possibly remember it all. </div>
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230 lbs (5/2009)</div>
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202.5 lbs (10/2010)</div>
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209.3 lbs (6/2011)</div>
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212.3 lbs (5/2012)</div>
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218.9 lbs (5/2013)</div>
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Due to my height to be in normal weight range would be anywhere between 120 lbs to 161 lbs. I think I am medium framed so no way would 120 be a good weight for me plus from past experience I know 130 is the lowest I could ever go without looking really odd. My goal is 140 lbs which would put my bmi at 21.7..... which is right in the middle so that would be great. That's 87 lbs to lose. I wonder if I could do 2 lbs a week for 43.5 weeks..... so that would make it around March 8, 2015. </div>
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I am hoping that by putting this out there I will stay motivated. I am not shy about my weight. I am not embarrassed. Maybe it's because I allow myself to have excuses and reasons for gaining it. I do not handle stress well and trust me, I've had more than my share of stress. Genetically I come from overweight people... my DNA is FAT! :) Plus PCOS makes gaining weight a breeze but losing it a nightmare. While I guess I am excusing my past behavior and forgiving myself, I am not going to just sit by any longer and continue to gain. I have 4 members of my family that has had gastric bypass surgery... one died essentially due to complications, and the other 3 might have better lives in some aspects but they've also been a lot sicker so they've had complications also. I want to lose the weight the healthy way. </div>
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Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-28388947325020405762012-05-11T19:00:00.002-07:002012-05-11T19:00:10.212-07:00Thank You Jesus!!!!I cannot believe how alive and wonderful I feel after getting fabulous results back from my CT scan. I wanna run and jump and HUG MY KIDS... and most importantly I've been THANKING MY GOD!!!!! A bad xray sure made me crazy. I am so glad this past week is over and it ended on the sweetest note possible. Healthy has never felt so good!!!!<br />
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<br />Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-59629349109987818602012-05-10T20:58:00.002-07:002012-05-10T20:58:37.831-07:00HopefullyWell my dermatologist sent me to have blood work, a TB skin test and a chest xray so she could put me on an oral medication for my psoriasis & psoriatic arthritis. I didn't think anything of it. I've done it before several times. <br />
I think my blood work came back fine. <br />
My TB skin test was read as negative but it did turn reddish and swell a little bit. At the time it was read it was about 3mm but it has continued to swell. I'd say it's probably twice that size now. BUT I did find out from my dad and brother that we are carriers. I do not know exactly what that means but I do know it can cause false positives on the skin test so not to rely on that. <br />
My chest xray showed a nodule. I have not been told much more than that. I don't know which lung (not that that matters), I don't know for sure that it is just one but I think it is, I don't know the size or shape (according to the Internet research I've been doing, an xray won't see it if it's smaller than 1cm and it would not be referred to as a nodule if it was larger than 3cm so that does give me some idea of the size of it, I also know the smaller and smoother it is the less likely it is cancerous). I have a CT scan with contrast scheduled for tomorrow. I was told by a doctor, not my doctor, that it was probably scar tissue. He had not seen the xray but he had seen the directions saying I needed another xray or a CT scan. The Internet said that lung nodules found in people under age 35, that only 1% of them are cancer. I keep thinking, 1%, that's not a bad percentage at all. Then I think, well someone has to be that one percent. How can I be so sure it wouldn't be me?! My husband is sure it's scar tissue even though I'm like, from what??? No flu, no pneumonia, no odd career concerns, so from what??? The only option that I found online that even seemed possible was some inflammation thing that could spontaneously cause scar tissue but besides that I am leaning towards, there is no reason I'd have scar tissue there. I'm also a worrier, so I worry. I also tend to feel like if something could go wrong it will go wrong. I mean seriously, the percentage that a woman will have gone through what I've gone through by age 29 has got to be rare. I have psoriasis, psoriatic arthritis, my son has Tourettes and allergies and did have other issues that seem to be better now, my daughter has autism, weight issues, sleep problems, IBS, I have weight issues, oh my son and I both have eye problems, I failed in my first marriage and more often than not it seems that I am failing at this one too, I have major baggage from my childhood (lots of stuff I could list from that time period), I flipped my car while trying to put chap stick back in my purse... I mean I seem to be the queen of misfortune. I have blessings, I do. I know that God loves me. BUT I seem to have a life full of issues. Because of that, I do tend to expect the worst... so the night before a CT scan to look at a nodule on my lung is a night of worry. <br />
I hate dealing with this worry alone. I will be alone tomorrow too. And the day I get the results, I will be all alone. <br />
Maybe being alone is okay, maybe it's better to deal with the good or the bad myself first, instead of sharing the news right away with others. Hopefully I will be sharing great news. Hopefully it was a flawed xray and there is nothing there. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved it of course, it had unicorns and princesses in it. He said he liked it because it had fantasy in it. A story about an imaginary friend... yeah it was cute. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They said funny. They liked all the bad things he did. That worries me. lol I did like the illustrations. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We changed his name while we were reading this. We used my sons name and it made Johna giggle every time we said Tyler was the bad boy. We discussed afterwards about how he became good when people complimented his goodness instead of focusing on his bad behaviors. They both said they liked this one. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They both loved it. She said it was funny how he got to the moon on an airplane and he said it was funny and happy. I didn't actually care for it. She also said it taught teamwork. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They loved this one. Tyler said he "loved loved loved it". Johna is more like Alexander, money burns a hole in her pocket every time she gets any. Tyler is the saver. He knows what he wants and he saves for it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They loved it. He said it was very amusing. He loved how the kids kept getting up and being mean to each other. He also liked how the parents kept getting mad but then it was time to be up and everyone was happy, even though the kids had been bad. So I think he actually liked the forgiveness and happiness of the ending. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He liked this one and she loved it. She loved it because the babysitter ended up being nice. She likes the idea of a babysitter because she never has one. </td></tr>
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Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-72222180456293559392012-05-05T09:16:00.000-07:002012-05-05T15:20:44.838-07:00BooksWe like to read. I like to read to my kids. No, I LOVE to. At 8 and 10 though it is getting harder to find books that can be read from front to back in one sitting. So, we do read chapter books but we still continue to read quick read kids books. They do have the best pictures! Our library has something called Library on the go which means I can go to the library website and put like 20 to 25 books on hold and they will deliver the books to a box set up at a store up the road. That box happens to be 1 mile from my house, so convenient. There is also a box next to that box for people to return the books. This way I don't have to go to the library but we can still read as much as we want. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They loved this one. I actually think it taught a horrible lesson. My son said it was funny how they could predict when she was dancing. I thought it was horrible how they all wanted her to stop what she loved basically because she was heavy/fat/huge whatever you want to call it. Yes we should take others into consideration but we shouldn't try to talk people out of doing what they love because we don't love that they do it. </td></tr>
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I don't eat onions but besides that my other food dislikes are easy to avoid. I also still provide foods to everyone even if I don't like them. (example: avocado, tomato, pickles, etc) I can cook stuff without eating it. I do not like raw veggies. I could eat sweet potatoes all the time except that my husband hates them. </div>
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So instead of cooking a variety of meals that some people like today and others may like tomorrow, now I have to cook hamburger helper. Oh and Tyler thought yesterdays HH was too spicy so he didn't eat it. It was the sloppy joe variety. I have not eaten either night. </div>
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... Johna did not like tonights HH so I won't be making the Ranch one again either...Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-61267328908928918052012-05-03T06:55:00.000-07:002012-05-03T06:55:02.911-07:00GradeWell I do not have all of my grades yet, only one in fact. I remember my first semester I got all A's and I was taking 5 classes. I am not that student anymore. :) I got a C in one of my psychology classes. Hey, it's passing so I am fine with it. <br />
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That is one more class out of the way. It feels like I will never finish college.Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-71068308769462929382012-05-03T06:16:00.003-07:002012-05-03T06:16:49.682-07:00so so song<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nYR4WSql_lE" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Some of the lyrics I love and some not so much... the song itself is not that great but I really liked some of the lyrics so I am posting the song anyways....Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-77726927311400217902012-05-02T14:13:00.001-07:002012-05-02T14:18:51.137-07:00Autism Speaks Cincinnati WalkWe have participated in the Cincy Autism Speaks walk every year since they first started it. Well not this... we are broke. My husband has been once or twice I think but it is really my passion not his. The whole autism thing is my passion, not his. He thinks Johna will OUTGROW the autism and the issues that come with it. He thinks any and all therapists that work with us or maybe that work with all people are just greedy individuals trying to rob us blind and that they could never possibly help. I won't get into how I feel about it right now because I could go on for hours and I get extremely emotional about the whole thing. I will say sadness, guilt, fear plus others are all involved in how I feel DAILY about the whole autism thing. I am sad that we won't be going this year to the walk. I am honestly mainly sad though because it is something the kids and I have done every year for several years now, it is Our thing, Our vacation actually. We spend the weekend in Cincy. We get a hotel with a pool because the kids and I LOVE to swim... LOVE to. We do something fun like go to the Cincinnati Museum while we are in town. The walk was held at the Cincy zoo the first year but it rained and was not that great. The 2nd year and every year since then they have held it at Coney Island amusement park near Cincy. That was great the first year and not too bad the second but really I wish they'd change it up every year. Johna likes to ride rides but I am terrified of them, they actually make me sick. Tyler does not do well with rides either. John wouldn't be going this year even if he would allow me to but he doesn't care for rides anymore either. So basically amusement parks are pretty dumb for us. Johna cannot ride them by herself. That fact is one of the reasons I also include doing something else fun while we are in Cincinnati because while the amusement park is nice and we are participating in something close to our hearts, it is not really fun. This trip has been the only vacation we get every year so I want to make the most of it for my kids. I am sad we won't be going. Another bad thing about this is that I know once John has said no and I don't go to the walk, it will be easier for him to continue to say no each year so basically we will probably never get to go to the walk again. We will never have our Cincy vacation again. Good thing I am not against pity parties because I am so having one over this. My day to day life is hard and I have nothing particularly<em> <strong>fun </strong></em>in it so I looked forward to one weekend of some fun and now that has been taken away too. oh well.....<br />
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2nd Autism Walk<br />
back row: <strong>John</strong> (my husband), <strong>Dave</strong> (my mothers husband),<strong> LJ</strong> (my stepson),<strong> Paul</strong> (my brother) & <strong>Josh</strong> (my sisters husband)<br />
front row: <strong>Vickie</strong> (my mother), <strong>Tyler</strong> (my son), <strong>Jenny</strong> (my sister) holding <strong>Sophie</strong> (her daughter) in her lap,<strong> Johna</strong> (my daughter), <strong>Deanna</strong> (my aunt), & <strong>me</strong></td></tr>
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3rd Autism Walk<br />
back row: <strong>Dave</strong> & my <strong>mom</strong><br />
middle row: <strong>Jenny</strong> (my sister) holding <strong>Sophie </strong>(her daughter), <strong>Johna, Tyler</strong> & <strong>John</strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May 2011<br />
4th Autism Walk<br />
back row: <strong>Me, Denise, Donald</strong> (my cousin), <strong>Josh</strong><br />
middle row: <strong>Tyler, Dave, Johna, Nana</strong> (my mom), <strong>Paul</strong> holding <strong>Sophie</strong><br />
front row: <strong>Papaw</strong> (my dad) in the wheelchair holding<strong> Scottie</strong> & <strong>Jenny</strong> standing and holding <strong>Connor</strong> (her son)</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-54093087335420787692012-05-02T13:36:00.002-07:002012-05-02T13:36:50.576-07:00JohnaI was worried that Johna had celiac disease because when her pediatrician had lab work done the celiac panel came back and it concerned him. So he rushed us to see a GI in Ohio. Turns out that doctor does not think she has it. The pediatrician checked like four different things and 3 of them came back normal and only one came back positive. So the GI said we can't rule celiac disease out completely but it is unlikely. That is great news! That means we do not have to switch over to the GF/CF diet (gluten free / casein free). The Ohio doctor thinks she has IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). So she is going to start a new medication and he said let her eat plenty of yogurt that has live bacteria in it. So as far as I am concerned it was not horrible news... not fantabulous news either though because I know IBS can be a pain too. So prayers & good thoughts for my precious angel.Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-79235817054810165482012-05-02T13:31:00.001-07:002012-05-02T13:31:54.563-07:00A Bitter Song<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y6gASIf6h5k" width="560"></iframe>Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-26120630443239467792012-05-02T06:59:00.001-07:002012-05-02T06:59:00.874-07:00When she cries...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J4tusxJ_Nqk" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Britt NicolePenny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-24310025122266629992012-05-02T06:17:00.000-07:002012-05-02T06:17:00.130-07:00LovelyIt looks like it is suppose to be a lovely day as far as the weather is concerned... mid 70's right now and it is suppose to hit 89 degrees later. Perfect weather for hanging clothes out to dry, which is what I am off to do right now. I know I am silly but I do so love my clothes line.Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-10947111222914210382012-05-02T06:09:00.002-07:002012-05-02T06:09:22.094-07:00♪♫<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xvMAjoSZpGA" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Joy Williams & David Mead<br />
<br />Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-65936009579058144112012-05-02T06:03:00.001-07:002012-05-02T06:03:42.304-07:00HauntedI'm not typically a Taylor fan cause a lot of her songs seem too teeny bopper but this song is pretty good. I like the lyrics and some seem relevant. <br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H4uDZ8ZM_cs" width="420"></iframe>Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508622358986412977.post-79568673258153586722012-05-02T05:50:00.003-07:002012-05-02T05:50:42.366-07:00One of those days...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E4bVHOwEdCg" width="560"></iframe><br />
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It is 'one of those days' almost every single day of my life....Penny Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110754218283186180noreply@blogger.com0