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Starting October 1 (today! ack!), I will take a month-long food stamp (SNAP) challenge. For those who don’t know what this is: For one month, I will attempt to feed myself and my family on the basic amount of money allotted to a food stamp recipient for the State of Texas (where I live) and to do so in a nutritionally balanced way that is healthy and hopefully enough calories to sustain life. I will blog each day (I hope), include information about meals, time spent planning and preparing to shop and cook. At the end of the challenge, I’ll share recipes, budgets, shopping lists, information, and a memoir-style book I’ve been working on for a while now that deals with food insecurity, includes all the recipes I’ve been sharing, and much more.

In doing this challenge, there have to be some rules, to make this as realistic as possible. I posted those on the other blog today. Please take a look at them! Doing the food stamp challenge for just a week is easy (it’s not, but stick with me! I say it’s easy, because most people doing it for a week know that at any time they can break their challenge. They know they can buy whatever they want and stop any time. Anyone can do almost anything for a week. Hell, people fast for religious, spiritual, and medical purposes all the time, sometimes more than a week! A week without eating ‘well’ is not going to show the impact.

Plus, it’s easy enough to pretend to have to li...

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Just Another Day In Writersville

I’ve come to the conclusion many times in the past that I am not normal. You who have known me for years online or on various social networks probably already knew that. It’s really hard to hide a lack of normalcy, and I make absolutely no efforts to do so. I’ve never been normal. I’ll never be normal. The difference between how I was a child and young adult and how I am now is simply one very important thing: I embrace who I am now. Other than that, I’ve always just been me. No excuses, no apologies, what you see is mostly what you get, me.

Not everyone is going to like me. That took me some time to be okay with. I am a pleaser, strangely enough, and I want everyone to be happy and love me just as I am. But I know not everyone is going to do that. When I get caught up trying to be something I am not, trying to be who I am not, I become unhappy. When I am around people who don’t like who I am and I act like myself, they are unhappy. So really, it comes down to, I intend to hang out with and associated with people who can love me for and embrace me because of my weirdnesses and differences and personality than to hang out with people who will accept me or tolerate me in spite of them.

I had to tell a friend of mine toda...

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BOOK REVIEW: SKY JUMPERS, by Peggy Eddelman (Random House/debut novel)

51h-7VOiXVL._SY346_PJlook-inside-v2,TopRight,1,0_SH20_Take-aways: If you liked THE HUNGER GAMES, you’ll love SKY JUMPERS with a similar voice and feel, strong female lead and male supporting characters, but without all the violence and death.
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SKY JUMPERS is a middle-grade debut novel by Peggy Eddelman. Why read a middle-grade novel? For me, it’s probably the same reason some adults read YA and Urban Fantasy marketed to adult teens and 20-somethings. It’s good fiction, but with middle-grade, you lose the angst, cursing and sexuality of it; there’s a kind of pure innocence.

For example, in one scene of SKY JUMPERS, our protagonist, Hope, is fighting a bandit. Now, when she had a chance to do her bandit in, to actually kill him, she stops and says, “I don’t want you to die.” If I were a twelve-year-old child trying to save my city and family in a post-apocalyptic world, I might have done something similar to what Hope did. In a YA or adult novel, she’d have “killed him dead” and not thought a thing about it.

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Vegetarian Challenge: Week One Over

So it’s been one week on the vegetarian challenge, and I thought I’d post about a few things to let you know how the challenge is going. The first thing I have to do is confess to cheating: I ate meat. My mother came into town and gave me (yes, GAVE me) as a gift a wheelchair accessible lift van… what a gift that was to me! The freedom this thing will give me, to allow me to be able to go to the store sometimes on my own, take a drive, whatever, but also to make it so much easier on my family when we go somewhere to not have to lug around my wheelchair and load things up and unload things and have to wait on me… what a difference!

So the next night, I took her and my stepfather out to dinner at a place they’d been wanting to go to for a while: a Brazilian steakhouse. This is a place that serves skewered meats that are roasted over a fire, with the most amazing flavors and juices and and and–I couldn’t help it. I had to have some. I did limit the meat, instead of stuffing myself, and I filled up with as much salad and veggies as I could, but I still had filet Mignon with bacon, sausage, top round roast, lamb, shrimp and salmon. If you’ve never been to a Brazilian steakhouse, they come to your table with skewers or meat from a fire pit roasting and serve small portions of lots of different flavors of meat on your plate straight from the skewers. I mean, you simply don’t go there and not eat meat!

So yes, I cheated...

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The Vegetarian Challenge

1255128_organic_cabbage_plantI have to do something to take my health into my own hands. I don’t feel well, most days. And yes, before you go much further, you should know that I am living with a terminal illness and some pretty serious health problems. I realize just changing my diet isn’t going to cure me from CTEPH and since my congestive heart failure isn’t diet-related, it’s not going to make that go away either. I’m not looking for a miracle fix or cure to my illnesses, necessarily, but if one were to come along, I surely wouldn’t refuse it.

That all said, I’m tired of feeling bad. While diet alone is not likely going to make me 100% tip-top, anything I can do for my body that will improve my quality of life is that much the better. If I can even feel somewhat better, it could make a huge difference in the time I have left, in the life I live, whether that’s 100 years or two… so I’m challenging myself to find the right diet plan for myself to feel the healthiest, and losing some weight wouldn’t hurt anything either.

JUICING IS FOR THE BIRDS

For the past month, my bestie and I have...

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Am I Really Awake? How Do I Know?

The last several nights, I’ve been having these strange dreams. The first one started simply enough. I was lying in bed, asleep, or so I thought, and I started to hear this sound, like a marching band playing, outside the window. When I was a kid, we lived near a junior high school and as an adult, I lived near a high school, and in the mornings of marching band season, if you lay quietly in bed, you could hear the band practicing. The other morning, I didn’t think much about hearing the band at first, because of this, until I remember, I don’t live near a school any more, and there was no marching band in the swimming pool in the back yard (at least, I hope there isn’t).

That’s when I woke up. Or so I thought...

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Dream Interpretation?

In my past, I’ve had several ‘recurring’ dreams. They are never identical, but they are always similar, with elements that are clearly the same from one dream to the next. Some of these dreams make some sense to me–like my nightmare dream about the runaway elevator–I’m terrified of elevators, but this dream always takes place in a fancy hotel, with a lot of gold and red things, red carpets, red drapes, golden walls and decorations, gold tie-backs on the drapes, etc. And the elevator sometimes is the fancy one in the lobby and sometimes is a broken service elevator. When it’s the service elevator, it’s got tints of green in the dream. When it’s the main elevator, it’s all bright gold and red. In both settings, the elevator breaks and goes out of control, rolling and tumbling end over end. Something I know is completely impossible to have happen in real life. The dream leaves me terrified, nonetheless.

Then there’s the old dream I used to have, but haven’t had in ages, where I fear my house burns down and I’m left having to run outside, naked, and stand around naked, while all my neighbors watch me watching my house burn down–while I’m naked. Fireman give me blankets though, but still, I’m naked. Not sure which bothers me more–being naked in front of folks or my house burning down. Regardless, I’ve always had a fear of my house burning down.

So it is clear that the recurring dreams I remember the most are those dreams that exemplify my fears–deep ...

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Need Something Different

I was talking to my best friend the other day and I told her, “You know, I really wish my life didn’t revolve around my health so much.” It does, you know. It seems everything in my life right now revolves around it. My mother said to me not too long ago, “I guess you know better than most the old saying, ‘If you’ve got your health, you’ve got everything’.” Yep, I know. I really know. I spend my time reading about my conditions, experiencing them, making appointments, contacting doctors, planning for deliveries, trying to figure out how to pay for tests or bills, and then I even have made my writing about my health conditions.

I figure, hell, if I’m going to do that much research...

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When Did I Get Old?

This morning, I sat on the edge of the bed with my little bucket of medication bottles, going through them reading the names of each medicine to determine which one was supposed to be taken in the morning, which at night, which with food and which on an empty stomach.

In the morning, I have to take the thyroid medicine. It has to be taken on an empty stomach in the morning, with nothing to eat for at least an hour prior to and after taking it. The arthritis medicine should be taken twice per day, once in the morning and once in the evening, but it has to be taken on a full stomach with a full glass of water. Then there’s the stomach medicine that I take twice per day, once in the morning and once at night, BUT I can’t take it within two hours of having taken any other medication. Then the iron for the anemia can’t be taken with the thyroid meds or within two hours of it, or it blocks absorption. I could go on and on about the interactions of these meds. It’s sort of funny too, because when I was in the hospital, they just bring them all to me in a little cup at one time in the morning and make me take them all at once, consequences be damned! Ha! That inspires confidence.

So after doing the math, which admittedly I’m not very good at, I’ve decided there is not enough hours in the day to properly take my medication as instructed.

Holding up one of the bottles, I said, “I can’t see what this says….”

Ryan said, “Do you need some reading glasses?”

If looks cou...

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The Infamous Michy Masturbation Blog

Sex for one. Jacking off. Jilling off. Spank the monkey. Play the skin flute. Play with yourself. Beat off. Brushing the beaver. Choke your chicken. Burping the worm. Batting practice. Shifting gears. Shine your pole. Teasing the kitty. Unwrapping the pepperoni. Jerk off. Jerk the gherkin. Walk the dog. Whack off. Wax your willy.

Masturbation.

VibratorsWell, if you want more words for it, slang, you can go to Masturbation Cafe and read a list of them. (slightly NSFW) I was surprised and rolling on the floor reading some of the slang used for masturbation and much of it I already had heard. I think, honestly, you can call masturbation anything you want to call it, as long as you use that voice and look down at your crotch and wiggle your eyebrows when you say it. Unless you’re a woman, then you have to blush and giggle after you say it.

It’s some kind of unwritten law or code or something.

“So what IS masturbation?” many of you might ask. As if you don’t know.

I grew up listening to this line in junior high that said there were two types of people in the world: Those who masturbate and those who lie.

I personally fall into the first category.

Yes, you read it here first. The writer whom everyone knows and loves or loves to hate actually has masturbated, at least once in my life. (No, I’m not available for personal ‘book signings,’ [wink-wink, waggle-waggle] if you know what I mean, so don’t ask. [see, told you all you had to do was use ‘that voice’ and you could call it whatever you wanted.])

Tell, me, honestly, who doesn’t or at least hasn’t masturbated, ever?

EVERYONE has at one time or another...

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