Posted in Recipe

Diabetic Friendly Pumpkin Mousse

I’m not sure where I got this. I THINK I saw a similar recipe for a pumpkin pie–most likely Kraft Food and Family Magazine. But instead of putting it into a pie shell, I made it a mousse, and used all low-fat or fat free or sugar free ingredients. Voila! A diabetic alternative to pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. Or just when the urge to eat pumpkin-y stuff hits!

Pumpkin Mousse

1 pkg vanilla instant fat free/sugar free pudding and pie mix (4 serving size)
3/4 cup cold 1% or fat free milk (I use 1%)
1/2 cup solid pack pumpkin
3/4 tsp pumpkin pie spice
2 cups Cool Whip Lite or Free thawed (I use Lite)

Prepare pie filling as directed on package with 3/4 cup milk. Blend in pumpkin, spice and Cool Whip. Chill at least 4 hours. If you can wait that long. Because I can’t and eat it right away.


(this is a repeat from Oct 2008–I thought it was good enough to post again! We just had it tonight and YUM)

Posted in Addiction, Me

In Which the Past Comes Back to Bite Me

Friday I was looking at the PA Megan’s Law website (I try to keep those faces familiar) and saw again someone that I went to high school with. He was friend of one of my boyfriend’s (I even had a slight crush on him–he was a “bad boy”). I posted this on Facebook and started in on a “conversation’ that went back and forth with a few people for 50 some-odd posts. It ranged far and wide and strayed well away from the original post. One of my kindergarten-to-senior year friends posted about something I had done in 2nd grade. Apparently, I leaned across the cafeteria table and kissed him. (I don’t remember that particular act, but the kissee apparently did!).

My mother thought I was boy crazy. I guess I was for awhile, for what reason I don’t know. I look through the lens of maturity and motherhood and cannot imagine one of my girls doing the same thing. They are innocent in a way that I really never was.

I was overly sexualized due to very early exposure to hard-core pornography. You can read about it here if you want, but what I wanted to say about it specifically is that I’m so glad I’m raising my kids as innocent, protected and unaware. They know about sex (we’ve had “the talk” with two of the triplets), so it’s not like we’re keeping them in the dark about the facts of life. But they are introduced to it at an age-appropriate way. They are having the childhood that I never got to; they are learning about sex in a way that I never got to (a good and Godly way!).

I know there are people out there who support pornography, who think it is not only ok but a good thing. They’re wrong. It hurts the women who are in it, it hurts the men and women who look at it. It hurts the spouses of the husbands and wives who look at it and can’t compare to it’s perfection.  It hurts the children who stumble upon it and are thrust into something they are not ready for.

Pornography ruins lives.

Posted in 7 Quick Takes

7 Quick Takes Friday

1. My friends Kate and Charlie, are back on American soil and hopefully sleeping a LONG time. Their beautiful girls, Bethany and Hannah, are with them. It was a LONG journey, and amazing to follow along in prayer even if massively long distance. I can’t imagine how people did this kind of thing before the internet!

2. Can I gripe for a short moment about people who have black-faced and white-print blogs? It drives my eyes nuts. I read one right before typing here and the print is still burned into my retinas. If you have one, Please, for the love of people’s eyesight, CHANGE IT!

3. If my head were not physically attached to my body, I promise that I would have left it somewhere else years ago! Case in point…I put four eggs on to make into hard boiled eggs. I didn’t set the timer because the water wasn’t boiling yet, but no big deal, I’d be in the room.  Ooh! A Shiny Thing! I think I’ll go down into the basement and practice my worship set!

Who knows how many minutes later I come upstairs and sit down at my computer to type two songs into Power Point. I’m hearing what I think is the rattling of my washer and dryer running. I hear that noise several times. Finally I get up and LIGHTBULB MOMENT! I run into the kitchen and turn off the pot (much water had boiled away) and started running the cold water to cool them down.

What I want to know is, if I’m like this at 41, what in the world am I going to be like in my 60’s??

4.  I sometimes forget how extreme stress hits my body. Some people stop eating. Some people overeat. I throw up. I was incredibly nauseous and wanted to throw up the whole day that we buried our son, Connor. I wanted to throw up the day that Ethan and I went up to Hershey. I’m not trying to be obscure, but something big is up here in our family (no, I’m not pregnant!) and I ended up throwing up last night. I’ll let you all in when I’m able to. In the meantime, please just pray for us.

5. Switching gears, I’m already planning for Thanksgiving. I’m hosting Jim’s family and possibly part of mine. I’m not fond of hosting, but when one lives near both families, one ends up doing it from time to time.

6. There are two shopping centers near me. One is the WalMart/Home Depot shopping center. One used to be the Charlie’s Thriftway, but it couldn’t compete (bad prices, bad service, not a great store etc) and went out of business about 8 years ago. The store has been empty for all those years. Very sad to drive by. Finally something is moving in! Bottom Dollar Food, which is a subsidiary of Food Lion, is coming by Christmas. It’s a discount grocery store, which in this economy is VERY welcome! We just got a flier for it and I’m going to their website to check them out.

7. I’m meeting with Ethan’s new Mobile Therapist (MT) today (that’s someone who comes into the house as opposed to a Therapeutic Support Staff–TSS–who goes into the school). We have been without one since the beginning of September. Our first one was very nice, but didn’t have a lot of background with autistic kids. The MT is supposed to work one-on-one with Ethan to help him find better ways of expressing himself than hitting or kicking. We’ll see.

10 weeks until Christmas, people! Home Depot is already decorated and ready!



Posted in Addiction, Christian

Word Picture

I am a concrete, literal kind of person. My husband, BTW, is not–he does great with conceptual thinking. I get lost very quickly sometimes when talking to him.

Anyhoo….I love analogies or word pictures or anything that my poor concrete brain can pick up and hold onto. Anything that is SOLID, that my brain can wrap itself around.

So here, in the form of C.S. Lewis’ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, is the hands down Best description of addiction recovery I have ever read. (It’s a little long.)

“..I knew it was a well because you could see the water bubbling up from the bottom of it; but it was a lot bigger than most wells–like a very big, round bath with marble steps going down into it. The water was as clear as anything and I thoughtif I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my leg. But the Lion told me I must undress first….I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the Lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bath.

“But just as I was going to put my food into the water I looked down and saw that it was all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as it had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bath.”

“Well, exactly the same thing happened again….Then the Lion said…you will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him to it.”

“The very first tear he make was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse thatn anything I’ve ever felt. The only think that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off…he peeled the beastly stuff right off–just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt–and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker and darker, and more knobbly looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been….”

We try and try and try on our own. It doesn’t work. It’s only when we let God dig deep into us and cut out the bad stuff that recovery starts to work.

As I typed this, I thought that it doesn’t only apply to addiction, but our sin natures as well. We try to be good people, but it’s only through believing in Jesus and allowing Him to cleanse of our sin that true goodness can begin.

Posted in Kids

A First

Ethan is blind. For any of you who may have missed this, I want to make that clear. 100%, pure, unadulterated BLIND. Not vision impaired. My son cannot see a blessed thing.

Also, he looks like it. He has, for the past 8 or so years, pushed his eye balls back into his head. It’s gross and I hate it. We tell him ALL THE TIME “Ethan! Stop Pressing Your Eyes!”. So far it hasn’t worked much. Here’s a current pic of him:

See??? He LOOKS blind!

With that background, let me proceed with my story. We were in WalMart today doing our weekly grocery shopping. Ethan was off for Columbus Day, so he came with me. It was fine, until we hit the bread aisle. We were heading west and a woman and her husband were heading east. This woman walked up to Ethan, all but yelling, “Can you see? Can you see?” in a very strange tone. He had no clue she was talking to him, he was just walking towards the rolls like I told him to. I looked at her and said “No, he can’t”. She stopped and looked at me, ” I thought he was pretending!”  “No, he wasn’t. He’s blind.” and I walked away and got the rolls.

I’m guessing she thought she was funny. I don’t know. I found it extremely rude and I was just dumbfounded for the next three or four hours. In all my travels and interactions with the public, no one has ever said anything to Ethan like that. There have been the inevitable questions to me “can he see?” or the outright looks that children give him before they figure out that yeah, something’s different.

I know I’m probably blowing this out of proportion, but man, it really took me by surprise!