Friday, February 12, 2010

Flight of the Conchords Friday

I love reading my blog list lately. Everyone is gearing up for Valentine's Day and it's all starting to look sooo pretty!

A lot has been going on here. For example, yesterday, WE GOT A FOOT OF SNOW! It was so awesome...well...untill we lost power.

Keeping it short today For VDay, here is Flight of the Conchords "Ladies of the World"

And also for Vday, the vote this week for food...all desserts, [you're welcome las]

1. The classic- Chocolate Chip Chewies
2. The overindulgent- Burke Brownies
3. The Simple- Eve's Apples

VOTE here in the comment section. I'll post the winning recipe, Valentine's Day morning [to give you time to prepare for that evening!]

Tomorrow I will be reviewing In the Defense of Food, Real Food, and  Häagen-Dazs new ice-cream Five,

Have a wonderful weekend!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Flight of the Conchords Friday

Woot! Its Friday!
Gonna follow some trends that I've been seeing on some other bloggity blog friends of mine while Lily's napping and I'm waiting for my Freecycling to be picked up.

One, of which I'm very found of is
What TV show raised you?
After much...not really...dilliberation, I can say, without a doubt,
Boy Meets World.

I was there when they changed little sisters on me from Her

to HER [who they stuck with]

I was there as Feenie came...and never went anywhere but where our lovely hero's went.

I was there when Shawn's Daddy died and he found his long lost rich [less attractive] brother, Jack.
I was there for Jennifer Love Hewitt's guest appearance on their Halloween episode. [Still sorta freaks me out..not gonna lie.]

I was there when Corry and Topanga got married, almost went to jail, and lost their virginity. [Two parter right there.]
And I was there when the show ended, and Eric found his niece in life. Haha.

Here's to you Corry, Topanga, Shawn [HOT!] big brother Eric, and even the n00bs Angela, Jack, and Rachel. I miss you all very, very much :]

And Minkus. Let's not forget Minkus.


So what t.v. show did you grow up with?

Another is What do you wanna do before you die?
Such a good question. I will post my list...we'll say of ten tomorrow.

Now, here is your highly inappropriate weekly dose of Flight of the Conchords.

Sunday recipes? Here's some from all the new one's we tried this week.
1. Spiral pasta with pesto and cherub tomatoes with Scallops
2. Baked sea bass with lentils
3. Kidney bean and Cauliflower Coconut Curry :]

Enjoy you're weekend and check back Sunday for the recipe!
OX mae

Thursday, February 4, 2010

It's already THURSDAY?!?!?

Ok, I really shouldn't be apologizing for not updating regularly, but sheesh, I just can't get back in the groove of this!
Tuesday was Eamon's day off. We went to Super H Mart in Carrolton and bought a ton of fresh and frozen fish. It's a Korean supermarket that has an overwhelmingly huge produce and seafood department. Compared to other "ethnic" markets we've been too, this is the best. Well lit, clean, and a huge variety. [Of course Lily wakes up now...]
Wednesday I stayed home from bible study because we are trying to work out our car situations, and hated mission all my moms.

Lily's been a handful so I didn't do much but the regular house chores. OH and meal planning, AND two weeks worth of grocery shopping!

So Lily woke up like an hour ago and was super clingy. She woke up from about an hour and a half nap and just wants to sleep on me...She feels warm, so I'm just keeping her in the moby. So, alas. I tried. But I'm just going to read

Monday, February 1, 2010

Good Moms Don't Get PPD

That's what I told Eamon when he asked me about Pospartum Depression when I first got pregnant. I thought that this "disease" was contained to the few women in the world who became mothers but didn't want to really be one. I thought they were overacting, that they were playing up being stressed to win some pathetic crowds pitty. And worst of all, I thought they were bad moms.

Today I'm going to open up a discussion for you, my readers. I'm doing this for a few reasons. Healing, awareness, and ministry. If you are looking for any of those things, I urge you to keep reading. If you think like I thought, I urge you to keep reading. If there's a mama in your life, I urge you to keep reading.

My hands are kinda shaky, but God has put this on my heart, I go.
Oh, and Lily is passed out, butt nekkid on my lap/arm as I type...

Before I go in to the past few months I think I need to write a brief, truthful look back on my past.
For the first...gosh, almost two years...of mine and Eamon's relationship I was depressed and suicidal. What teen isn't right? But seriously, I had a problem with self mutilation [cutting primarily] and loved being unloveable. It's a very sad truth, but I found depression attractive, death entoxicating, and heartache hearbreakingly gorgeous. I started cutting for attention in...8th grade I believe, and after that I couldn't stop. When people actually started to notice my cuts, I honestly didn't want them to. At one point I did it 4-5 times a day. And there was no stopping me. Not until I was saved. The night I tried to kill myself I prayed for the first time, I mean really prayed, and woke up the next morning when I shouldn't have. From there it was a drawn out recovery because Satan knows how to make Hell look beautiful, but by the time Eamon and I were married I was healed by the blood of Jesus. His bloodshed literally has forgiven and prohibitted mine.

My one year anniversary of no relapses came a few weeks before I got pregnant. I was really in this for the long haul, and still am!

Early on [we got our positive when I was just over a week pregnant!] Eamon and I discussed all the niddy-griddy details of pregnancy, child birth, and parenting. When postpartum depression came up, I was almost offended. I thought "Just because I was depressed, doesn't mean I'm going to be. How dare you put that on me!" [I'm REAL good at playing the victim :/] With the news reports of Brook Sheilds' depression and how demonized it was by the media still fresh in my mind, it just didn't seem real. It seemed like something for people disconnected with reality. Like a made up disease like restless leg syndrome or something...but whatever it was, I wasn't going to be effected by it.

All through my pregnancy we prayed any sort of depression would be kept out on the streets in the cold and never let in to our warm home.

A few days after Lily was born, I got the Baby Blues, just like all the articles, books, and paperwork said I was going to, but for some reason, it shook me up more than I thought it would, or could! With the help of my good friends Cindy and Michelle, I got through those few days/weeks and all was good. When signs started to show up again about 2 months ago, I ignored them. I thought "No, I'm just in a funk." or "Today...and yesterday...and the day before just's gonna be ok..." and worst "No one can know about this." And that my friends is when I should have known that Satan had taken hold of my depression, that it was real, and that I needed help.

This past week when I started snapping at Eamon, wanting nothing to do with Lily [that hurts to type...] and at my wits end...I started doing some research. I came across many resources saying I should take a quiz to see where I was on the Edinburgh Postnatal Depression Scale so I took a sample test. I read if you score over ten, you may be showing some signs of depression, if you score over a 13 you should seek medical attention. With this in mind I reminded myself to be completely honest and not to overexacturate like I often do. I scored a 19.
That day [Friday] was horrible. I cried the majority of the day, I fed Lily a plum which upset her tummy, but I hadn't realized it and she screamed for an hour and a half as I cried and didn't know what to do. I called Katie, who pointed out the obvious, but hidden, suggestion and Lily was all better after giving her some Mylicon. But I was still crying. I called Michelle and talked to her a bit. Talked to Eamon a bit on his lunch break, and decided to talk to Jim Bob, our good friend and chiropractor. After explaining the severity of the situation to him later that evening he gave me some suggestions for supplements so we could try to avoid taking anti depressants, which I am terrified of. He was such a blessing, he brought me some Rhodiola & Gensing and instructed me to stay strict with my tuna and flax seed oil intake.
I have felt better and better every day!

I thought at first that I should just go through this with a few select people that I trusted. Texting and calling a handfull of people to pray for me every chance they had. Having my husband as my source of physical strength, and the renewed hope in the spiritual strength my Savior has and gives me got me through the past few days.
But after seeing some light on the situation, I felt strongly that I should share this with any one that was struggling with this who may need help. THINGS CAN GET BETTER! Help is out there, and it helps so much to talk.

I'm offering an open forrum here on my blog for any one to discuss their personal experience, offer advice, or just ask questions. Any negativity will not be tollerated.

Whew...there it is...
I hope you all have a wonderful day