Archive for February, 2013

My Man Cave

Written by Tad. Posted in Trauma Strap Bags

When we lived in Alabama, our next door neighbor had a “Man Cave” in one corner of his garage. He had the walls covered with Crimson Tide memorabilia, a TV to watch the games and a comfortable chair where he could smoke his pipe, which was not allowed in the house. I wonder what he would think of my Man Cave?

We recently did some painting and reorganizing in our house. That gave me the opportunity to redo my sewing area so I have good lights and a glass-covered table where I can sew and cut straps with my hot knife. I got new drawers and shelves for organizing. I bought bins from The Container Store and built a rack in the closet to hold straps. It is quite the Man Cave, don’t you think?

 

This shows the sewing/cutting table, radio and a work table where I layout and measure. You can also see the pin board where I have the nice thank you notes grateful bag recipients have sent me.

 

Another view of the sewing table.

 

This is half of the closet with drawers, shelves and bins. An organizer’s delight!

 

The other half of the closet with my angle iron strap rack. The best set up I have ever had for having the straps organized and accessible.

Oatmeal Scotchies

Written by Tad. Posted in Cookies

I got this recipe from a Quaker Oats advertisement in a magazine. If you do a Google search, you will see it is all over the Internet. They are very buttery and need be cooked until they are more brown than I would normally bake a cookie because they are soft. I don’t really like butterscotch chips but these are very good. With all the oats, no wonder Quaker is promoting them!

Yield:

40

 Ingredients:

1 ¼ cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

½ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 cup butter, softened

¾ cup granulated sugar

¾ cup packed brown sugar

2 large eggs

1 teaspoon vanilla extract or grated peel of 1 orange

3 cups oats

11 ounces butterscotch chips

Directions:

1. Heat oven to 375° F.

2. Combine flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon in small bowl. Set aside.

3. Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, eggs and vanilla extract in large mixing bowl.

4. Gradually beat in flour mixture.

5. Stir in oats and chips.

6. Drop 2 tablespoon balls onto ungreased baking sheets. (I always use parchment.)

7. BAKE for 9 to 10 minutes. Cool on baking sheets for 2 minutes. Remove to wire racks to cool completely.

Notes: I have not tried the orange zest version which really might be tasty. They would probably be wonderful with chocolate rather than butterscotch chips. I don’t make bars so I have not tried the bar version which follow:

BAR VARIATION:

Grease 15 x 10-inch jelly-roll pan. Prepare dough as above. Spread into prepared pan. Bake for 18 to 22 minutes or until light brown. Cool completely in pan on wire rack. Makes 4 dozen bars.

When You Don’t Find What You Expect to Find

Written by Tad. Posted in Kooks

All three of our kids had the same kindergarten teacher. Mrs. Goldsmith was great. One of the things I learned from her was the importance of children learning to recognize patterns.

Pattern recognition allows us all to function in life. Experience teaches us what to expect and that allows us to fluidly move through life.

When we don’t find what we expect to find, it sets us back.

One time, one of our nurses was interviewing a young woman at triage. On the nurse’s list of questions was, “Do you have any pain in your ears?”

The patient replied, “I don’t have any ears.”

When the nurse didn’t know how to take the response, the young woman pulled back her hair, showing that, indeed, she had been born with no ears. Who would have expected that?

Let me tell you about a time when I didn’t find what I was expecting to see. A young woman came in complaining of lower abdominal pain. I asked her all the usual questions and examined her, including feeling her abdomen. I then informed her that I needed to do a pelvic exam.

She told me that would not be possible, as she had no vagina. I am not sure if I was too proud to listen to her or if the idea that a young woman would not have a vagina was too bizarre for me to take seriously. Either way, I just blew off her response.

When the nurse had the patient all set up in the stirrups, her legs and crotch covered by the sheet, I stepped in between her legs and grabbed the speculum. I put some KY jelly on it and pulled back the sheet. I am sure I must have looked really stupid as I peered up between her legs, lubricated speculum in hand, and found nothing. Well, not really nothing. She had normal external genitalia and pubic hair. But there was no opening into a vagina.

After recovering from my shock and embarrassment, I apologized to the young woman and did what I should have done earlier: I asked her some more questions.

She had been born with no vagina. Further investigations showed that, inside, she had a normal uterus and ovaries. When she was a little girl, this caused her no problems.

After she became an adult, she consulted doctors to see if they could fix her problem. She had been told that a functional vagina could be surgically created for her but there was no way to do so and preserve her uterus. She would be able to have sex but never able to have children.

She really wanted to have kids so she had declined the offered surgery with hopes that someday, she might find a way to have a vagina and keep her uterus, allowing her to get pregnant and bear children.

So, she faced an interesting dilemma. She was unable to have sex or get pregnant because she had no vagina. Yet she refused to have a vagina created, holding onto the hopes that someday she would be able to get pregnant.

It has been twenty-five years since this experience. I wonder what happened to her. I also hope I have become more humble and skilled in dealing with situations where I find, or don’t find, what I am expecting.

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