Wednesday, September 24, 2008

It's the Little Things

I grew up eating Laura Scudder’s Nutty Peanut Butter. It was so YUMMY!! It’s all natural and made from only peanuts and oil (salt too? I can’t remember). One thing that made the PB weirdly different from any of the others was that when it was purchased, the oil was separated and sitting on top of the peanutty mush. So it would have to be stirred then refrigerated to keep it from separating again. But, mmm-mmmm, was it ever good!!

When I got older and moved out on my own, I may have purchased Laura Scudder’s occasionally – but what a hassle to stir it. Plus, I had freedom. I didn’t have to buy the ultra healthy stuff my mom always bought. I could choose what I wanted. My nutritional rebellion was in full force. So, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I strayed. I bought other brands. Life was easy without the stirring.

Then a day came when I decided to buy Laura Scudder’s again. I don’t remember when. Was it around the time of marriage and I wanted to provide good food for my husband and me? I don’t know, but it sounds good, right? But, oh the joy of tasting that peanut butter again. That taste is light years ahead of any other brand. In comparison, the others hardly have any flavor at all. My loyalty to the brand returned.

Until…

This year we started eating organic. And our house goes through quite a bit of peanut butter. Costco sells a pretty good organic peanut butter. I found some other brand that had to be stirred, but it wasn’t any better or worse than the others. I was complacent.

Yesterday, on my lunch break, I went to the grocery store to stock up on snacks and stuff for work. I wasn’t sure what all I wanted so was mostly cruising the aisles. Then it happened. I came upon the peanut butter section. And there – shimmering in the light – was an amazing sight: ORGANIC LAURA SCUDDER’S NUTTY PEANUT BUTTER. I was so happy. It just made my day. I didn’t think life could be any better.



Until…

I went to the Laura Scudder’s website to send them an email about how happy I was to find their Organic products. I love that there are more and more Organic options so I want to make sure to give that feedback to the really important ones. As I looked at the site, what did I find? Lo and behold – they sell a peanut butter STIRRER! It’s made to go on their 16 oz. jar. Oh! I just never cease to be amazed. I ordered one straight away! I can’t wait until it arrives. I’m going to run home every day looking for it. You would not believe how giddy I am about this!

Call me NUTTY!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

3751 to San Diego - take 2

The steam engine Jim works on, 3751, took another trip to San Diego today. This was a special collection of private rail car owners - 24 in all. I went with Melanie's family to the Irvine station to watch it roll by at 8:30 this morning.

Here are Jake and Tyler looking down the tracks trying to catch the first glimpse of the headlight.


Here she blows!!


It was an amazingly long train with the cars being of various vintages. It's always fun to see the people hanging out and wave at them. I've been lucky enough to be on the train the last couple times and it was fun to experience whipping by this time.

I think the kids enjoyed it. Tyler had lots of questions and said it was an "exciting" day. He was counting how many exciting things had happened that morning and we had come up with six so far: three trains (3751 plus two Amtraks), a bunny, a squirrel and chickens. And it was only 10:00 a.m!



Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...


I just love this picture! It makes me smile? Can you count how many kittens there are? Count again...I'll bet you'll find even more. If they would just stay that small and cute, I would take them ALL.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

No Pulitzer in My Future


I feel like I’m back in school. My dad asked me to write an article for a newsletter he creates and I am struggling. He says he likes my writing style on this blog and wants me to share a story in the same style. That is turning out to be harder than it sounds.

The audience for this will be much broader and they don’t know me. They won’t get my goofiness. So I’m over-thinking, over-analyzing, over-editing. Plus the story itself is kind of tough to tell with the necessary anonymity factor. PLUS Plus it’s not really the type of story that I would incorporate much goofiness.

So my dad gave me feedback on the first draft, all of which makes sense, but making it work is the next challenge. Ugh! I thought I graduated school two years ago!

Monday, September 8, 2008

My First Jewish Wedding

I experienced my first Orthodox Jewish wedding last night. It is definitely a unique experience. But leading up to the wedding I had to decide what to wear. I had been told that women had to wear a skirt or dress, not pants. No problem. But as the weekend approached and I thought about what I might wear, everything was bright, summery colors. In my mind, I thought that might not be right. I had the stereotypical vision in my head of everyone wearing black. I had no idea if that was true, but I envisioned my dresses sticking out like a sore thumb.

Saturday night Jim and I looked online to see what guidance might be there. The common themes, were long skirts, sleeves at least ¾ length, and unexpectedly it talked about the neckline. Oh, no. I hadn’t even thought about the neckline. We didn’t see much about color but Jim eventually saw something that mentioned muted colors. Anything I had in mind was not very muted and the necklines were questionable. I am not one to wear plunging necklines, but I wanted to be respectful. I tried different clothes on and Jim weighed in. We kind of settled on an outfit, still questioned the neckline, then I thought about wearing a scarf. Ah! A solution!

Sunday morning I went to my mom’s house and raided her closet. She has a nice, long, dark brown skirt. Check. I found a silk scarf with brown tones that matched the skirt beautifully. Check. Ooh, here’s a broach to hold the scarf and dress it all up a little. Hooray! But the top I was still planning to wear was long sleeve and rather fitted and knit. I would die of heat. So I also found a lighter top in my mom’s closet that I could wear. Check. Check. Check.

The Kabbalat Panim started at 5:30 in Los Angeles. This is basically a pre-party before the ceremony. The bride sits on a “throne” and is admired by all the guests while the groom is with the men. At one point the groom is carried to the bride to lower her veil over her face (after he makes sure he’s marrying the right woman: Genesis 29:16-29) During this hour lots of appetizers are available and there was an open bar all night. I asked Jim to see if they had apple cider I could drink. He came back with a day glow green drink. I said “Didn’t you get me anything.” He said this was their attempt at apple cider – which they did not have. It was tonic water and apple schnapps. It tasted terrible!!! I’ll stick with the soda.

At 6:30 we were all ushered into another room for the Chuppah (ceremony). The men sat on the right side of the aisle and the women were on the left. The groom was Iranian, so there was quite a bit of Iranian influence in the music, the people and the food. The majority of the ceremony was in Hebrew. There was a booklet provided to explain what was happening, so that helped.

After the ceremony, it’s now about 8:00, the bride and the groom spend some time alone. So the guests have a new food spread to indulge in. It was so packed in this area, that I just found a spot to stand and stayed there while Jim wandered around and tried to reach the food. There was some unusual fruit which is yet to be identified, but I finally learned today that one was called rambutan .

At about 8:45, the reception room is opened up and we can go to our table. There is a nine piece band playing on the stage. Down the center of the dance floor is a big dividing curtain. At 9:00, the couple enters the room surrounded by family and friends. The men go to the right side of the curtain and the women the left. For the next 30-40 minutes it is just wild, excited dancing around the bride and groom. The groom gets hoisted – sitting or standing – on someone’s shoulders. The bride and groom each get lifted in a chair over and over at separate times and sometimes together. It is so wild and so much fun.

Our table happened to be on the men’s side and Jim suggested I check out what the women were doing. So I look around and realize I am one of only about 5 women left on this side of the curtain. I better go over there. So I do, and there are still quite a few men on the women’s side. The bride’s mom starts a circle of dancing – with the holding hands going around like ring-around-the-roses. I watch for a while and then she pulls me in too, so now I’m dancing with all these women. What a riot! I go back to my table and as the dancing continues, men are pulling napkins from our table…our water glasses…our chairs. I felt like I was being robbed. I grabbed my napkin before anyone could take it. The men started taking off their jackets and piling them on top of Jim’s. Who knew if people would end up with the right one back?

Finally at about 9:45 the dancing stopped and they announced the buffet was open. AAHH!! That’s it? Go for it?!?! Dive in?!?! No dismissing by table? I need more organization than this! I need my linear boxes. Too much chaos for one night!!!! So we waited a little bit for the mob to die down. There was variety of food and Jim was good about grabbing some new things to try. During dinner the divider was taken off the dance floor and once the meal was done, some thanks and congratulations were made by the father of the bride and then the regular dancing began. Jim and I got out of there just after 11pm and had to make the drive back home.

It was a wonderful experience to see another slice of culture. I had some expectations, but tried to just keep my mind open to whatever there would be. I tried to soak up as much as I could. I left with more questions than answers, but also with more understanding and appreciation.

By the way…what I wore was perfectly appropriate. The majority of women were in black, but there was a mix of everything else too. So I would have been fine no matter what I wore, but I felt appropriate and respectful (albeit a bit matronly).

Thursday, September 4, 2008

2008 - February

February 4th
We had our follow up appointment with Dr. K. He had reviewed the liver biopsy with another specialist at Long Beach Memorial Hospital. They came to the conclusion of the diagnosis of Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis (PSC). PSC is a chronic (lasting years and decades), progressive (worsening over time) disease of the bile ducts that channel bile from the liver into the intestines. Here is the description from the Mayo Clinic.

Primary sclerosing cholangitis is a disease in which the ducts inside and outside the liver are narrowed due to inflammation. In the disease's early stages, the bile ducts (bile is a liquid that helps break down fat in food) and the tissues around them become inflamed. With the spread of inflammation, the bile ducts are destroyed and scar tissue is created. Continued inflammation and scar tissue buildup can lead to cirrhosis, where scar tissue distorts the liver, disrupts blood flow through the liver and interferes with its normal function.

The cause of PSC is unknown, but it is thought to be an immune response in which the body attacks the cells lining the bile ducts of the liver. This response may be due to exposure to something in the environment, a virus or bacteria, or a person's genetic makeup.

The course of PSC is unpredictable, but in most people it progresses slowly. Although PSC can be life-threatening, many people with the disease live active, productive lives.

Dr. K prescribed Ursodiol (Urso) which should help to slow the progression. A liver transplant may be in the future, but hopefully not for 10-15 years (at least). Dr. K orders an MRI (or MRCP) and a bone density test. I also have more blood work done to check my vitamin levels as this disease can cause deficits in A, D, and K. I will see him every three months.

February 7th
MRCP (Magnetic Resonance CholangioPancreatography). It’s basically the same thing as an MRI except no dye is necessary and it focuses on the biliary tract. I’ve never had anything like this done before and it makes me think of eighties movies that were futuristic where everyone and everything is in white, with bright lights. But I lay on a table, get strapped in, wrapped in sheets and the table moves into the tube.

Now, when the technician took me back to change my clothes in preparation, she kept talking to Jim thinking he was “Shawn” (even though I was wearing the medical bracelet). They told him to remove everything from the waste up and put the gown on. I asked, “What about my bra?” (wondering about the metal clasps). Response, “No, that’s okay.” She also made no mention about jewelry at all. But I had heard that you shouldn’t have any metal, so I took all my jewelry off. When I went into the room, they kept checking me and my name (still expecting a boy).

So as the table is moving into the big magnetic tube, Jim pipes up and says “She still has her bra on…?” The two technicians freak out, pull me back out and have me take it off. I have horrible images of little pieces of metal ripping through my body. AAAHHHH!!! J So what did that first tech think she was answering when I asked the question?

The test itself went fine. I didn’t get claustrophobic, but I can see why people do. Jim and I were worried that I would have an itching fit if I had to lie still for too long of a time, but no itchies bothered me. It was pretty loud in the tube and I had earphones on that the techs could talk to me through. The whole thing was maybe 10 minutes.

A few weeks later I received a survey asking how my experience was. I made sure they knew that at no time did anyone inform me to remove all metal. It was only luck that Jim and I knew about it.

Dr. K called a week or so later with the MRCP results which just were a confirmation of the PSC diagnosis. There are signs of scarring in the bile ducts, but doesn’t sound like it is too bad or serious at this point. Definitely in Stage 1 (of 4).

Adjusting to medication was a bit tough. I was pretty tired, lethargic, and blah. But about a month later I was feeling better.