Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Best Kolaches I Ever Made

Who doesn't love kolaches?

Not pigs in a blanket, y'all.  REAL kolaches, like the kind you get at Czech Stop in West, Texas.

I'm can't say mine came out as good as theirs - I'm not as fabulous as they are!  These were definitely yummy, though, and much cheaper than a trip all the way to West, ya' know?

I have this really amazing cookbook:  Our Texas Heritage:  Ethnic Traditions and Recipes by Dorothy McConachie.  In it, you will find tons of information and recipes about the different ethnic groups that have made an influence on Texas.  While I didn't love everything I made (and I've made nearly everything), I did love most of it.  I know we don't use a lot real cookbooks anymore (thank you, blogs & Pinterest!), but this one is worth it - I promise.

1 package rapid rise yeast
¼ c water
¾ c milk
½ c butter
¼ c sugar
1 tsp salt
3¾-4½ c flour
2 eggs
Filling (use the lemon-cheese below, make your own, or use fruit/pie filling)
Streusel topping

1.  Scald the milk.  Add the butter and water.  Remove from heat once the butter has melted and cool slightly. 
2.  Mix the sugar, salt, yeast, and 3 cups of flour together.  Add the warm milk mixture to the flour and mix well.  Mix in the eggs.
3.  Add as much additional flour as needed to make a firm, easily handled dough.  Knead until smooth on a floured surface.  Roll into a ball in a greased bowl.  Cover and let rest for 10 minutes.
4.  Shape into balls and place in greased pans.  Cover and place in a warm, draft-free place until double in size.

5.  Make an indention in the center of each ball.  Fill with filling.  Sprinkle the streusel topping over the filling.  Bake at 375* for 15-20 minutes or until golden. 

Lemon-Cheese Filling
1 (16 oz) carton large-curd cottage cheese
1 (3.75 oz) box instant lemon pudding

Combine in a blender or food processor until smooth.

Streusel Topping
3/4 c sugar
1 c flour
1/2 c melted butter
1/4 c cinnamon, if desired

Mix all ingredients until crumbly.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Living Life and Stuff

HEY!  Blogland!  How's it goin?

I'm starting a new plan today - work out and tracking calories, blah, blah.  I lost over 30 pounds in 2014.  I've GAINED about 50 in 2015!  Oops.  Every time I lose weight, when I gain it back I hit a new all time high.  That's NOT how this is supposed to work, but I won't lie and say I don't know why it happens.

Food.  Mmmm, food!  Blue Bell and Ben & Jerry's, homemade cakes & cookies, store-bought clearance donuts, boxed macaroni & cheese - I can't seem to tell myself NO!

We'll add to that the "I don't have time to work out" syndrome.  I will put in one excuse that I am ALWAYS tired.  I'm sure this is a combination of medical stuff, weight (223.7, no shame), crappy food, and a slightly irregular sleep schedule, but it still is.  It makes it very difficult to get up early enough in the morning to work out when I want to - while the rest of the house is still asleep, and I'm not fully awake.

Can you believe I did a Tough Mudder a week ago?

That's me in green at the top; you can see my wonderfully patient husband as he hopped down after I assured him I could get down on my own.  I made it all by myself, except for the very top, I had short people problems and needed help getting my first leg up.  You can't see the other side I had to climb, but you had to use moveable pegs for your hands and little bitty barely-fit-your-toes-in notches for your feet.

It was a 10-mile trek through *ahem* the wilderness with 20 obstacles along the way.  I attempted 12 of them and actually completed 10.  It's a very team-work oriented course, which was great for me since I was completely unprepared.

It was a lot of fun, despite my lack of fitness.  I'm going to do another next year, and my goal is to attempt at least 15 of the obstacles and complete the two I was unable to this year.

You can see why, if for no other reason(s), I need to whip myself into shape.  I have a year.  At two pounds a week, that's a full 100 pounds.  I'll be happy with 50, slowly and kept off.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

The Roller Coaster Continues, But There May be an End in Sight

...roller coaster of pain, that is.

My CT scan showed nothing - not a stroke, not a tumor, not so much as a sinus infection.  Good news, bad news, I guess.

I'm still in pain.  It goes up and down, but never completely goes away.

There's a medication I used to take, years ago before my insurance got all jacked up by not working at UPS anymore, called Midrin, that actually worked.  The doctor I saw in 2013 & 2014 told me it was no longer available.  The doctor I saw this year - the same one who used to prescribe it for me - confirmed.  So, different meds were prescribed by each, neither of which worked.  A new one was given to me by my doctor that's to be taken every night to help reduce the severity and frequency, but I still can't shake the current pain.

I've googled.  A lot.  My mom works at a compounding pharmacy, so I talked to her about it and she did her own kind of research and came up with something similar and my doctor prescribed it and when the pharmacy called to tell me how much it cost I laughed and said, "Never mind."  Did I mention my insurance sucks?

Anyway, yesterday I was talking to a coworker and she was telling me about the medication her daughter got that didn't work for her, so the daughter gave it to the coworker who it DOES work for.  Y'ALL.  It's MIDRIN.  I was all over that!  She (absolutely did not because that would be wrong) gave me a few pills to put me out of my misery while I get my own prescription from my doctor and take it to the same pharmacy.  I called and it will be a mere FRACTION of the cost of the similar thing I was getting before.

I took one yesterday afternoon at work, along with a melatonin (based on some research) that night before bed.  I did not notice a difference in the way I felt in the hours after the pill before bed, but this morning?  I felt insanely better!  Not 100%, but at least 80-85% - when you've been feeling about 40%, that's pretty damn good!

I wish I could say it lasted, but unfortunately by the time my morning sale was over my head was hurting again.  I haven't given up hope, though.  I've had this migraine for over two weeks, I certainly don't expect even the pill that works to kick it in the first shot (though that would be absolutely fabulous).

I will still probably go see a neurologist as suggested by my doctor, because the sudden rapid evolution of my migraines is not something I'm okay with, but I am excited to maybe have them managed and have my life back soon.  YEA!

Sunday, May 24, 2015

The Brain Scan Needs to Find Something

The last month or so, my migraines have gotten worse.  More frequent.  Longer lasting.  More severe.

The current one?  Today is day six.

I have medication.  A new one as of Friday that’s supposed to keep them from happening as often or as severely.  A less new one that works just well enough to keep me functional, meaning I can deal with normal sound and light without curling up in a ball sobbing, but not necessarily do my job since auctions tend to be significantly louder than typical daily life.

I’ve started losing time.  Not in a “I know I asked and you answered, but what was your answer?” way, but in a “I was talking to one person and planning my response and the next thing I knew I was talking to another person” way.  Each time, as soon as I “woke up”, I knew I’d missed something, with only one exception so far.

My thought processes are getting weird and scary, too.  Like the plan to use the weird scissors to open the can.  One day last week when I was on my way home, I briefly considered running my car into a pole so I wouldn’t have to drive the rest of the way home.  In both of those instances, I was aware that bodily harm was a likely outcome.  It wasn’t the plan in either case, but I also didn’t care.

The hair thing, too, is weird.  I want to cut my hair like some people want to cut their wrists.  It’s not right.

I saw my doctor about my migraines and the lost time on Friday.  It wasn’t until Friday evening, yesterday, and today that all the other stuff really started coming together for me that maybe I should talk to my psychiatrist about squeezing me in ASAP, so I’ll be calling him as soon as offices open Tuesday. 

Anyway, I have a brain scan scheduled for this Friday morning.  I need them to find something.  I know that sounds stupid, because who WANTS to have a tumor or whatever, right?  I just need this to not be all in my head, so to speak.  I need to not be crazy just because I’m crazy.  I need this to be something tangible and fixable and not something I’m going to have to medicate and cope with and subject my family to for the rest of my life, because if these past few days are only the beginning, I just cannot see how I’m going to deal.

That day I almost cut my hair.

My day was going well.  I don’t want to say great, but there were no child-issues, no adult-issues, no petty little tiny issues at all, no big issues at all, you get it.  Then…duh-duh-DUH!  I was trying to make dinner, which should’ve been super easy, since it was tacos and refried beans, but the can opener broke.  I lost it.  I didn’t yell, but there was the slamming of things and the plan to use some weird scissors to finish opening the can, which – quite honestly – could have hurt me.  I really didn’t care.  It was pointed out to me by my husband, which pissed me off, and more slamming ensued.  I cried. 

Seriously.  I cried and was willing to most likely cause myself to need several stitches because a can opener broke.

My husband went to buy another, we ate dinner, and left to visit our friends.  I tried to pull myself out of my funk on the way.

At one point, if I’d had a pair of scissors in the car, I would have cut my hair.

Chopped it.


A major hair cut may not seem like self-mutilation to some, but this is me.  My hair is my favorite feature, and any time I’ve cut it even to mid-back, I’ve hated it for being too short. 

I’m feeling somewhat better now, to an extent, I guess.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

No energy

Allergy shots.  Blood donations.  Stress of sick mom.  Work.  Trying to work out.  Selling Girl Scout cookies.  Netflix marathon.  I have nothing left to give right now.  I am so tired.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

In mourning...

My kindle won't charge anymore.  This is a very sad day.