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Chooch Hauntings Music Too Long For Twitter

Clone by Metric, My Ear Worm of the Day

I’ve long been intending to post songs of here and there as they wind their way into my brain, unprovoked. I’ll also be including a link to a video from the best available if there’s nothing on the band’s official YouTube channel.

First up is Metric. It’s a band that Chooch and I first encountered while watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. The song “Black Sheep” was performed in the film by fictional band, The Clash at Demonhead, but is originally a Metric song. If memory serves, I purchased the soundtrack on the way home from the movie (something I’d never done before or since), and our poor house-guest PG Holyfield was forced to repeat listens as we fell in love with the soundtrack. (Completely fair since he and Chooch made me see it.)

Since then, we’ve slowly been taking in their albums, Fantasies, Let It Out and Synthetica with love and fervor. There’s more, but I’m just now really getting to know LIO and am not in a rush.

We even got to see Metric on their first go-round last year, touring for Synthetica. They put on a great live show and we were sad to have been unable to recently when they played locally. It was a really fun show and I can’t wait to see them again.

I greatly enjoy the music, but it’s the lyrics that stop me and make me put a song on repeat for 10 plays in a row. They have a way of capturing unnameable thoughts and impossible-to-express feelings/snapshots of my life with near-perfection. Lyrics provided by AZLyrics

 “Clone”
f
rom Synthetica (2012)

Call me out
My regret
Only makes me
Stronger yet

Nothing I’ve ever done right
Happened on the safe side
It’s the other way
I’m missing everyone I know now

It’s too late in the day,
Too late in the day to take you on all the rides
I was afraid to tell you that

Back to that
Photograph
Can you clone me?
I look like everyone you know now

It’s too late in the day,
Too late in the day to turn it around or change my mind
It’s too late in the day to take you on all the rides
It’s too late in the day to tell me I’m off the path
We’re already in the aftermath

Call me out
My regret
Only makes me
Stronger yet

It’s too late in the day,
Too late in the day to turn it around or change my mind
It’s too late in the day to take you on all the rides
It’s too late in the day to tell me I’m off the path
We’re already in the aftermath

Clone, from Merriam-Webster dictionary

1clone

 noun \ˈklōn\

biology : a plant or animal that is grown from one cell of its parent and that has exactly the same genes as its parent

: a product (such as a computer) that is a copy of another product produced by a well-known company

: a person or thing that appears to be an exact copy of another person or thing

2clone

verb

: to make an exact copy of (a person, animal, or plant) : to make a clone of (something or someone)

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Cooking Health

Healthy Twist on Mom’s Turkey Noodle Soup

Chicken noodle soup

My Chicken Noodle Soup, aka, Mom’s modified turkey noodle soup. There is nothing earth-shattering or extraordinary done here, just happy that the adults were actually feeling much better after having it, along with a combination with such things as antibiotics, rest and hydration. We still credit my Mom’s now-bastardized turkey noodle soup (traditionally, only after Thanksgiving meal), with some alterations she’d slap me over – for never wanting while she was here to enjoy it.

A precious few of us still make my Mom’s soup during an illness, rainy weather, or just ‘cuz we miss her (Cancer took her almost 8 years ago. A few are still raw.). Halloween was one of those days. The family we lives with was besieged with strep throat, which was lingering and misery-making. And I’m so rarely hungry (prescription medication) that I have trouble getting nutrients in, so I am having to get creative on jamming nutrition in small amounts without having tons of prepackaged food bars and shakes. I want natural vitamins and minerals from my diet, but that’s hard to do most days. I knew we adults were headed for biological doom while taking care of the sick little ones, so adrenaline and Depeche Mode pushed me through. It turned out tasty with my off-the cuff, empty-the-fridge modifications.

Mom’s Turkey Noodle soup ingredients:
-in her defense, she was attempting making one soup that everyone would enjoy. Even the addition of the sour cream was a hidden step until she thought her grandkids could handle it being in their food. 

  • broth (specifically made by cooking down a stock from the remainder of the Thanksgiving turkey carcass (Eww.), boiling for hours and filling the house with yummy smells);
  • egg noodles;
  • cooked turkey (or chicken) chopped into pieces small enough that they can share spoon space with an egg noodle (but not tiny);
  • 1/2 cup of sour cream (or more, if you prefer);
  • salt and pepper.

My altered version, which was surprisingly tasty:

  • cooked turkey (or chicken) white meat only – roughly chopped into pieces small enough that they can share spoon space with an egg noodle (but not tiny);
  • purchased organic veggie stock (my preference), which I ran short of so added water to get the amount I wanted for the full bag of noodles and addition of other stuff (I don’t do carcass boils. Eww.);
  • bag of egg noodle of choice;

  • 1Tblsp each of olive oil and butter (or earth’s balance type substitute);
  • 1 cup of purchased mirepoix (diced and ready to use in the produce section);
  • 1 tsp. thyme;
  • 2 carrots, cut to slightly smaller than chopped chicken;
  • 2 handfuls of re-washed organic spinach, cut into chiffonade;
  • a cup or two of cooked quinoa;
  • Optional: 1/2 cup OR 1/4 cup Greek 0% yogurt (start there and increase up);
  • salt and pepper to taste.

I made this hurriedly on Thursday, because with strep in the house, it was all hands on deck and I didn’t know if/when it would hit me. If I’d had more time, I would not have used the rotisserie chicken as the flavor (garlic, from Harris Teeter) was too bold a flavor for this version. I will next time either use the cooked and de-boned rotisserie chicken breast meat (as found at Costco SO cheap) or poach boneless/skinless/fat removed chicken breast in the veggie stock and possibly added chicken stock bouillon chunk or two.

I also decided to try enhancing it with take-aways from weeks of watching cooking shows. I boiled veggie stock down a bit, and then added the cooled meat from a rotisserie garlic chicken (was an awful choice, for my palate, compared to simply poached boneless, skinless chicken breasts) and whole wheat egg noodles.

Next time, I will cook the broth down more, but also increase the amount at the start if we have cooties. I forgot to calculate the illness-to-broth-requirement. If you have the time, do this step, I am positive it will improve the flavor without smashing your taste buds as this chicken did.

  • Pour 3 boxes of broth into a stockpot. Bring to a slow boil. Add egg noodles and pre-cooked chicken and cook to package instructions.

That was the version I took portions out for the girls to try. They weren’t thrilled, but in fairness the whole grain egg noodles are a bit cardboard-y. I’ll try them again with better chicken and regular egg noodles;

  • If making a separate batch for more mature palates, go ahead and prepare mirepoix (see below) while the broth is boiling and the egg noodles are cooking.

For the grown-ups’ batch:

Mirepoix – celery, onion and carrots diced into uniform shape. They are key for the base of most soups, as it gives an aromatic base to all you care to mix in to it.

Pro tip: Having Fibromyalgia, dicing is a costly step for me, physically. If you suffer from Carpal Tunnel or anything that makes this step problematic, I can usually find the celery/onion/carrot (non-organic) mixture already chopped and ready to drop in the pan in your local grocery store. It’s also known as ‘mirepoix’. (various spellings, as it’s a French phrase for the combo of diced carrots, onion and celery)

That said, the vegetables are insanely cheap to buy, so I would recommend doing this step yourself if you can make the time, can do the cutting (or have a helpful bestie), don’t mind doing the onions and/or don’t have the option for Organic pre-chopped to make it worth the while.

  • Melt butter and heat olive oil until heated through;
  • Add 1/3 cup of each, diced: carrot, onion and celery;
  • Add a dash of salt and quick grind of pepper;
  • After onions have started to turn translucent, add thyme. (I added it at the end because it was dry in super tiny flakes that I didn’t want to burn in the hot oil while the mirepoix got nice and softened up.);
  •  Saute until completely softened;
  • Allow to cool off the heat while the noodles cook.

With the kid-friendlier portions of soup (stock, noodles, chicken) removed from the stockpot, I stirred in the still warm mirepoix and let it bubble for a bit, along with two handfuls of baby spinach chiffonade and pre-cooked quinoa (just to use it up) enough to warm it all up to a nice bubbling. Adjust seasoning with the salt and pepper and it was delish and filling.

Last touch:
Mom’s original turkey noodle soup recipe ended with sour cream stirred into the soup and dissolved into it, shortly before serving. It gave it a super rich and filling touch. If it was the giant pot, as it was in later years because we all hung around for the late dinner of soup, she used a full pint. I always stirred in about half that (too much fat), and it still rocks.

Healthier sub: Housemate Jen told me that Greek yogurt is reportedly a great flavor substitute for sour cream. A taste comparison proved that it tasted like sour cream, with flavor that is much stronger. I’d start with a quarter cup and add more to taste. (The health boost of Greek yogurt in lieu of sour cream is significant.)

NOTE: I had to add more salt for my palate, but otherwise it was almost exactly like the sour cream version. Still, a little goes a long way.

Vegetarians:
Swap out your protein substitute of choice.

Vegans:
Omit the butter and either replace with Earth’s Balance or increase the olive oil; leave out the sour cream/Greek yogurt unless you have a replacement you like.

*Add it to a small portion in a separate bowl and see how it breaks down in the boiling hot soup. I’ve seen things, scary things, when you expect a similar reaction for dairy replacements. You don’t want to do all this work and then have it be inedible.

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Cool Links / Clicky Linky Fibromyalgia Games Health Too Long For Twitter

Couple of Thoughts This Halloween

 

First thought:

I again surveyed my blog land, and I have about 60 draft pieces that I’m trying to edit to post. With my neurological and physical health issues, I struggle immensely to get the wording right before a migraine hits or dizziness/nausea forces me to leave the computer screen.

My goal will be to post at least one a week and CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED:

  • I am lowering my self-editing in order to get the thoughts out before I lose them. This blog has turned into more of an online journal than originally intended;
  • I need to keep posting to the outside world to stop feeling so isolated from it. Personal in nature and likely emo at times;
  • There will likely be multiple and unrelated topics within one post. I ache for brevity;
  • If you’ve not had a comment approved here before, I have to Allow it to be visible on my page. I don’t gather lists or info to sell or use either nefariously or for the Greater Good. (Morally and also, “Rawr!”);
  • My site, my rules.

Second thought, which I also posted in Twitter and Facebook:

Dunno where, but I may do an chat as a movie/game lover w/limiting health issues. Do Creators even realize when they deny their loyal fans?

I’m planning on something super short and solo, since I can’t wrangle moderating the discussion and/or Google+ Hangout, which is where I’d do it.

On this subject, please direct responses to me at VivMuse@gmail.com, as my hope is to maintain privacy and no spoilers for what the episode may contain. I’ll likely include your suggestions/thoughts/experiences.

I’m really just wanting to get the word out there, since I’ve only seen one Creator in my social media circles offer up something with folks with vision and other accessibility limitations in mind. I find myself bringing it up (likely too often) on SpecFicMedia.com Presents: Consumption ‘Cast, which is a weekly attempt to join hubby Chooch and friends P.G. Holyfield and Christiana Ellis. Last night it occurred to me that Creators, especially of visual mediums, might like a few experiences to help widen their audience of prospective future fans.

(If I get my IT guy in to help with the running of the show, I’ll consider guests, too and other than those in my dream cast, responses VIA EMAIL will be first considered, if and when I do this project.)

Related thought:

The Creator thinking outside of the box by designing a game with Accessibility in mind is the very talented musician and game designer, Russell Collins. His successful Kickstarter for his game, “Tears of a Machine.

I backed it and I’m hoping to do a review after I play with some friends (possibly recorded for posting). I’m so very excited to try it, as J.R. Blackwell and Jennifer Rogers are also a part of the project and I’ve LONG been fans of theirs. Check it out!

Third thought:

 Happy Halloween!

May your fun be safe but skurrrry! Our Housies are all sick/just getting better, so healing vibes, prayers, or sacrificial meatballs to the SMitS would be greatly appreciated. It’s a super fun night in our home, and I’d hate  for our Wee Housies to miss out on any planned fun.

Wee Housies' Halloween excitement = each of my departures via garage until it comes down, since it is now the perfect hiding spot for real spiders.
Related Thought:

I’m linking to a segment on The Daily Show with a fave new comedic actress of mine Kristen Schaal. I loved her on Wilfred and 30 Rock, AND she does/did voice work for many of my fave animated movies/TV shows, like Gravity Falls (voice of Mabel, my spirit animal) and Adventure Time.

In the segment I link to (WARNING: NSFW or with kids in the room unless you want to spend some time explaining the whats and whys of a vagina costume.), she chimes in on the annual sexy-female Halloween costume debate and presents THE best sexual female costume EVAR. It went up for auction later to benefit a charity, so if you just want to see the picture and skip the interview you can do so by clicky THIS linky.

Yes, I wanted to own it. No, I wouldn’t have ever worn it out in public, tempting as it would be…

Fourth thought: 

If I am able to type coherently tomorrow, you’ll learn one of the reasons why 2013 is Lucky ’13 for me.

 

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Anti-Health Movies Podcast Too Long For Twitter

Quick Review of Gravity + Link to Vidcast Discussion

 

I saw Gravity in IMAX 3D specifically for a Google Hangout with friends where we planned to geek out on it and other stuff. I highly recommend it in that format if you can swing the funds. I have been (I know, I know, I brought it on myself.) spinny and nauseous since about 5 minutes into the trailers (that was hours ago. *burp*) with a migraine bearing down, but it’s totally worth it. If you can’t swing the funds, please, see it on the big screen however you can. I think it really matters on this one. 

The giant wall of blackness and silence in the theaters as you feel like you sit amongst the stars. I caught myself at one exciting moment having to force my hands to stay down, so strong was my urge to reach for hands of the actors as they swung around in space, desperately seeking purchase. The movie immediately immerses you into what truly is (as expected) a breath-taking movie with a beautiful story.

Seriously, beautiful. There’s no feel of a “Wouldn’t that be cool visually? Yeah, let’s write a script to explain THAT.” I just hadn’t heard about the emotional punches to the throat, other than those expected by knowing the premise from the trailer. But, WOW. I finally like Clooney again and Bullock outdoes anything I think I’ve ever seen her in. And I’ve seen a lot of them (fan girl). She is amazing in what must have been a solitary and physically taxing role, and her face frequently made me forget that behind her there were sights of Earth and space that should have held my attention over anything else. 

Take tissues – you have been warned. Your mileage may vary, but this movie was heartbreaking for me and I want no bitchin’ later. 

Per minute entertainment may have been pricier for the IMAX 3D price tag since it’s only 90-ish minutes, but we also saw the Ender’s Game trailer, standard, (which is coming out on our 10th anniversary!)
AND
The Hobbit:2 trailer (in 3D) with a December release date. And I don’t feel cheated either. I’m just super glad the Furlough ended so we could finally expend the funds to see it. Don’t get me started on the furlough… 😉

If you’d like to hear a lengthy discussion, where Chooch, some friends and I attempt a Spoiler-Free(-ish) chat, followed by a Spoiler-Rich segment, check out the following deets:

WARNING: I say attempt, because we’re not vetting each phrase and sometimes we realize too late that we’re in Spoiler-Rich territory. No bitching, you’ve been warned.

For the vidcast, you can catch it now at the SpecFicMedia YouTube channel.

If you’re audio ‘cast only, then there will be a wait as the audio gets spiffied up for posting, but you can grab previous episodes (this was number 10) at the site, in iTunes or whatever witchcraft you use for your RSS goodness.

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Facebook FAIL (Sorta. Mostly Mine.)

After a fun 2 1/2 hour geek-out with friends (on a podcast called Consumption), I was bebopping through Facebook and Twitter feeds, to check in on our kids and nacho kids (as in, loving some kids so much that you have to constantly remind yourself that they are not your kids) and friends. Like you do.

And then I see something that leads to something else that leads to … that moment of sadness for someone gone before Facebook became commonplace. Maybe you’ve experienced this, too?

Or maybe I am crazy, getting too immersed in a world with avatars and pseudonyms (looking at myself, here) and thinking, “How is it possible that this woman I sometimes think of 5 times a day after more than 7 years of her absence, does not have a Page with Likes and Photos and history quickly and fully fleshed out in a matter of moments?!?”

We that are left behind have to sift through old, depressing photo albums that are filled with deceased friends and ancestors to try and figure out names and dates and places. I’ve seen thousands of photos this year, and only about half have I ever seen before, or am I able to identify who the hell they are. Mostly, my dad’s family, so they’re going in a box for him to decide what to scan or toss, or both.

So when I was really blue and really missing my Mom (she’d have known EXACTLY what to do during this financial crisis, aka Government Shutdown/Furlough), I added a FB life event, where I can post pictures and have a place that’s easier to get to then National Cemetary.

Later I saw that it created the entry on my page, which means my sister and brother and sons and nieces and nephews saw it. I broke into their day with her beautiful image on a deceased life entry. Thanks, Facebook. Now I feel like a douchebag. No complaints from anyone, but still.

Miss your wisdom, Pocket Mom. Even when you were wrong, you were so right.

Fuck you, cancer. FUCK YOU.

 

 

 

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In Praise of a Man

I’m in utter awe of my husband. If you know me at all, this isn’t a news flash.

But with all that the furlough is doing (and with the work of countless staff members furloughed at home that is being dumped on him), Chooch continues to report to work and continues to diligently serve the mission he’s employed for, to aid Native Americans.

For ZERO pay, people. Because no income will be received for the work he performs, starting yesterday, Oct 1. For his standard 40+ hours a week but now with ZERO income.

Yup, he has to go in, even if he’s too sick. Or breaks his leg. There’s no one else but him. He cannot take time off for ANY reason.

Why does he do it, instead of quitting and seeking private sector work? Simply for the extra bit of hope that he will be paid at the end of this financial trauma and that our son’s lives will not be further negatively impacted by the childish cruelty of our politicians and failed political system.

Chooch and I pledged our love to each other over a decade ago, and united our lives in marriage 10 years ago, next month.

I remain fully aware that I am Blessed and beyond lucky to be hand-in-hand with a man such as he (him?).

I knew it then, but I learn it again every day he gets up and goes in to that shitty, shitty situation. Don’t bother making “lighter traffic” jokes, it’s not happening. He’s still gridlocked until he enters his nearly-deserted building.

I have immeasurable love and gratitude for each and every person that impacted/impacts the path of the man I will share the rest of my life.

Best of luck to all my friends and family impacted, and to the rest of you that will feel the economic impact soon. Over 2 million hard-working and gainfully employed Americans have suddenly lost their income.

I don’t care what your industry is or politics are, it’s going to hurt for a long time.

Prayers for us all, regardless of political beliefs. (And there are some TRUE assholes revealing themselves right now!)

Prayers for OUR Country(, or whatever non-prayer equivalent you choose).

Prayers that more people act like Chooch, by getting the work done that needs to be done.

Photo by J.R. Blackwell
Photo by J.R. Blackwell

On a scale from one to awesome, he’s the shit! Just look at him!

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Mental No Whining Too Long For Twitter

Not One Moment More, aka, I Was Raped

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Health No Whining Our Kids

Humbly, I Gripe

I just posted this in my twitter feed:

Waiting for a nerve in my neck to un-pinch and half a dozen hot spots to simmer down enough to get a shower. Especially my hands. #IAmAlive!

As soon as I hit send, I have an image and a conversation pop into my mind from errands with my son T (formerly LT).

We were clearing up his confusion about my health issues. What I have and what it means. Why I don’t have a cure that lets me return to ‘normal’ life. Fun stuff like that, but with the extra sting that comes from knowing you’re talking with someone attuned to the plights of others.

I had just finished explaining as we pulled into my parking space and hung my handicap placard from the rearview mirror.  I had just gotten to the part where I offer honest comfort — Yes, I have daily pain and I rarely get a total break from it. Yes, it’s maddening (Psychologically, to be clear. Anger worsens ALL THE THINGS, so I never linger there.). But it’s not cancer, it’s not going to kill me and it’s a hell of a lot luckier than some people have it.

His 16 year old mind was grappling and processing the concepts: anger that my diagnoses are what I call ‘diagnosis by default’; fear and concern at my pain levels; and I have no idea what else might have been going on in his head, as his face was a mask of compassion and worry. I reassured him as best I could that my doctors are vigilant and made sure he understands the scariest stuff I might have has been repeatedly ruled out. I want him not to worry and was taking more time to explain, and struggling how to do so. But then the Universe (or God, the Flying Spaghetti Monster or Not Applicable. Reader’s choice.) made my point for me in a horrific demonstration of humility and humanity.

Just as we were crossing into the store we saw a surrealistic and utterly humbling sight: an elderly disabled woman being helped across the parking lot and into a motorized cart at our local grocery store.  She wasn’t just elderly, she was unable to stand upright. And by that, I mean there was no attempt on her part or the part of her companion to help her stand upright. It wasn’t even considered as a possibility. They were just getting to the motorized cart as quickly as possible, for her to move more comfortably. Although the elderly woman was very nearly bent into a right angle, she didn’t fall. Her skilled companion held her purse, her hand and her other arm to assist in keeping her upright.

One of the first things that smacks you in the face when going through any kind of health crisis is the stripping away of any modesty or humility, so it wasn’t embarrassment I was worried about for her. It was just the saddest thing I’ve seen in awhile, what this woman’s existence was reduced to. Especially since it seemed routine.

And then the thought that always comes, a quiet and shameful whisper in the back of my mind: Thank God that’s not me.

My son and I watched in silence as the duo made their fiercely determined way into the store. We offered assistance but was assured that they were fine and the cart was ready and waiting. We passed out of their way and a moment later, I touched my son’s arm and said, paraphrasing as I’m struggling to remember details beyond the duo.

That’s why I am grateful. I am constantly reminded, as I move about the world with my invisible disabilities, that there are others FAR more worse off than I. And she’s likely grateful that she has this instead of something worse.

So, yes, today I griped. I may tomorrow, as well. I really try not to fatigue my loved ones and delete many things unsaid, because I want to laugh and chase giggles, not revel in misery and complaints. But I’m not going to beat myself up, as everyone gripes about something in both social media and meat space.

But I do so very humbly and with immense gratitude for what it’s not.

And besides, this is my family. What else could a gal ask for? They are bad ass and I couldn’t possibly love them more.

My Family, December 2012

 *bliss*

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No Excuses

A reality check on a rough morning — a truly inspirational woman stars in this 5-ish minute video demonstrating her amazing spirit, ingenuity, tenacity and fearlessness.

We are more than the illnesses, conditions and physical barriers that rule our lives.

We are all bigger, brighter and more fascinating than just a label bearing the most obvious of descriptors.

We must revel in what makes us different and STFU when faced with the choice of judging/mocking others for what makes them different.

Your mileage may vary.

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Well Played, Alanis Morissette

 

A dear friend shared a link to an article in Facebook, with a thumbnail of Alanis Morissette in a bikini. She’s not rocking a super tight body. She’s a real woman. And although I’m envious of her figure, I knew immediately that it’s a photo that the press will put in everyone’s face for mockery. To what end, I’ll never understand, other than giving young woman eating disorders and a need for plastic surgery.

Only, and I mean only, because I trust Bree’s p.o.v. did I click on the link. The blog on the other end was reporting *skim*skim*bikini bottom*something*something*Alanis Morissette. (If you don’t know her, Google her. She’s amazing.)

Looking again, I could see something written on the ass of her bikini and was COMPELLED to click on it.

I have nothing else to say, other to share my amusement at the surprise on my incredibly empathetic husband’s face. He was shocked at my getting choked up while reading it to him, but was still impressed by her statement. I had to remind myself that no matter how much Chooch tries, he’ll never understand what it’s like to be a fat chick in this modern age.

Spreech it, Alanis.
from HelloGiggles.com

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Self Love, says Alanis