Kiss The Fiddler

Ramblings, moments of humor, random thoughts, experiences, insights, simple wisdom, and whatever else I feel like sharing.

Sunday, May 30, 2010


We've been having fun.

Luken and I hung out at my sister's one nice day. Luken started to learn to ride.


Yesterday, we went to a local duck pond. Luken had a blast feeding the ducks and geese.


I had fun taking pictures of the characters who hang out there.



Took a picture of me that actually sort of looks like me.


Here is a pretty blue butterfly that I saw. There will be hundreds of these at my sister's house soon.


I saved my favorite for last.


It's been a good week or so. I'm thinking that I like summer.



I weigh 195 pounds today. BOO-yah!


Friday, May 28, 2010

What Does A Wedding Ring Mean?

What does a wedding ring mean? To me, it means several things. It is a symbol of the love that Kara and I share. It shows the world that I'm "taken". It is a sign of my commitment to my marriage. It is a tiny little "fuck you" to the society that tells me I have no right to be married to the person I love. And, today, it is a proud milestone for me. Today, after over 2 years of not being able to wear my wedding ring, I can get it onto my finger!


Friday, May 21, 2010

It's A Big Day!

Luken peed on the potty today! Twice! My baby is growing up! I've never in my life been quite so proud of a few little drops of pee.


No Longer Obese

Today, for the first time in a long time, my BMI doesn't fall into the "obese" category. I am officially "overweight". Kinda cool, eh?


Tuesday, May 18, 2010


We had our first real thunder storm this afternoon. LOVED it!


Monday, May 17, 2010

Just For Fun

Luken and I enjoyed the River Market last Saturday. It was such a beautiful sunny day. We both had a lot of fun.

Guess what I'm doing today? Yup, I'm washing diapers. Here they are, hanging out under our deck.


Blessed Dark

Luken hasn't been sleeping well. I can tell that he's tired. So I put him to bed earlier. He stays awake in his crib for hours - until it's dark outside. I hope each day that he'll sleep in. He doesn't. Up he pops with the sun each day. He's so fussy so I put him down for a nap. He doesn't sleep. Each day is harder and harder. My baby is falling apart.

So, today I went into town and bought some light blocking curtains for his room. I put them up behind his regular cute curtains. He "helped" me do it. As soon as I had the last curtain up and drawn, his little thumb slipped into his little mouth and he slumped to the floor and put his blond head down. His eyes closed and he sighed as if relieved. I scooped him up and laid him in his bed. He is sound asleep.

I sure wish I'd have thought of this sooner. Sleep well, little boy.


Friday, May 14, 2010


Such a nice round number.

I gotta stop weighing myself every damn day though. I'm starting to obsess about it. I think I should just weigh on Sundays or something like that. Maybe Sunday and Thursday.


Sunday, May 9, 2010


This morning, I weighed two hundred four pounds. I've lost 21 pounds since October of last year. Each and every pound so hard won.


Friday, May 7, 2010

My New Friend

I went to my doctor today. She told me that based on my blood glucose levels over the past month, I am probably diabetic. She said that she could either diagnose me as having diabetes and start me on diabetes medication or she could continue to diagnose me as having insulin resistance and give me a few months to work my ass off with diet and exercise. My choice.

Duh. I'll work my ass off. I am supposed to only consume 1200 calories a day. I must exercise every single day. I am not to eat foods that have been processed.

And I'm supposed to take my blood sugar twice a day. Once when I first get up in the morning, before I eat anything at all. And once 1 or 2 hours after supper. I have to write the results in a book.

The meter

The goods.

All laid out.




I am serious about this. I do NOT want to be insulin dependent forevermore. It's going to be hard. My doc says that I need to choose one thing a week to fix and focus on that thing for the week. The first week I'm supposed to work on getting off Nexium. Then I'll pick the next thing. There are so many. No chocolate. No bread. Fresh veggies. Exercise daily. No processed sugars. No corn. No gluten. No processed foods period. Just one thing at a time. Starting with Nexium. I'll get there. I will. Luken deserves a healthy mama. I'll do that for me and for him. I didn't work so hard to bring him into this world to die early. Nope.

I suspected but now I know. And now I have a plan. It's not going to be easy but I've done hard things before. I can do this too.


Thursday, May 6, 2010

Shearing Day

Today was shearing day.

We went to Suz's to "help.

The sheep weren't all that thrilled about these goings on but they weren't being hurt either.

There were lots of things to explore.

I wanted to chase the sheep but I decided they were kinda big and scary so I sat and watched them instead.

Getting up while trying to hold on to my pine cones is harder than you might think.

Whew, made it.

The sheep did not want to be sheared. It took 2 men and sometimes more to get each sheep onto the shearing boards. Sheep are strong!

There was so much to see and the rail on the gate was exactly the right height for me to chew on.

Whoa! Cool shadow!

Hey, I can touch it!

There is so much to see!

Mommy took time out to snuggle with me.

That entire pile of wool came from one sheep!

These sheep are waiting their turn.

These sheep have funny new haircuts.

I got tired and fussy so Mommy put me in here so I'd be safe while she worked.

They kept close watch to make sure I didn't climb out.

Playing in the water bucket was fun. It was pretty cold though.

This think was kinda cool.

Since I was already soaked from playing in the water bucket, Mommy let me have a drink out of the hose.

It was hard to drink without getting water up my nose.

I got so cold and wet that Mommy had to take me back to the truck to get my wet clothes off me. Luckily she brought a warm fuzzy coat that I could wear.

While I was running around, I fell down and my pine cone poked its stickers into my face. My mommy pulled the thorns out and wiped the blood away from where I bit my lip. It hurt and I cried but I'm okay now.

There were lots of these fun feed barrels.

I figured out that if I climbed into one, I could rock it back and forth.

Here is a pile of feed bags stuffed with freshly shorn wool. Each bag is labeled to indicate which sheep the wool came from.

Here is more, all lined up.

The wool will be cleaned and spun and died in Suz's studio or it will be sent away for processing.

All done. Time to ride home in the truck and have some food and a nap.