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I figured out what my word is. You know, like in Eat, Pray, Love when Liz realizes that “attriversiamo” is her “word” that describes her life?

Well, I found it. One of my favorite words that I used to study in my SAT prep class.

And it is… plethora.


plethora pronunciation /ˈplɛθərə/ dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif Show Spelled[pleth-er-uh] noun : excess, an overabundance.

I guess it sounds kind of like excess in a negative way, but I’ve always took it in a lighter way.

Let me explain:

I look around at the plethora of sopping wet cloth diapers that I have (next post!) and the plethora of nursing home stench that accompanies them.

My sink has a plethora of dirty dishes in them.

The laundry basket is bursting from the plethora of clothes I’ve stuffed into it.

can also be used as an adjective:
There are constantly a plethoric amount of alphabet magnets that somehow never stay on the refrigerator but instead inhabit my kitchen floor.

I have a plethoric craving for Oreos that cannot be tamed. We’ve tried.

or an adverb:

My children seem to poop plethorically when there are not enough clean diapers around. Why doth they torment me so?

My husband likes to pile his clothes plethorically on our reading chair. Which, in his mind, is our hamper.

It’s Medieval Latin from Greek word: plēthōrē [ fullness, from plēthein to grow full]

to which I felt completely spoke to me on many levels about pregnancy, love, life, diapers, nursing and eating Oreos.

It’s second definition was : an excess of any bodily fluid.

Maybe this is TMI but I definitely almost blew my first date with CG because I had to go so bad I nearly made him pull over on the bridge right outside the Fort Pitt Tunnels. Plus, did I mention diapers? This is most definitely something we deal with on a very regular basis.

So in short, this word seems to fit my life like a glove.

I like it though. I think I like the word. Even though I’m sick of writing it, I think I can say its our word.

Without a doubt we have a plethora of blessings in our life, laughter in plethoric quantities, and family & friends who give us cause to praise our God plethorically .

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Flour Power

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I went through two 5 lb bags of flour in one week! I’m sorry, but this is awesome! I like to use bags of flour as my barometer for how I’m doing in the honing of my homemaking skills. Some people have computer skills, or bow hunting skills but I am working on my homemaking skills. J Trust me, my intentions are certainly noble, but it’s going to take a lot more honing than I thought.

So about bags of flour as my barometer. If its taking me a really long time to use up flour, or I’ve forgotten where I put it then I know I haven’t been channeling my inner June Cleaver to well. Time to roll up my sleeves, crack open a cookbook and get down to business. Initially, it used to take some serious thought and effort on my part to get through that bag of flour. However, this year (so far)in only a week, I managed to whisk through two and find myself giddy with delight late last night as I finished off the bag. This was a good start to the year and I’m hopeful about the rest of 2011. What ever will the year bring? Dozens of cookies? Piles of pizzas? A blue ribbon at the county fair? Or just higher cholesterol? Who knows.

The fact of the matter is that what is driving me to bake in excess is my insatiable cravings for carbs. Always my downfall, always will be. Pasta, breads, muffins, cookies, cakes, pizza, biscuits…I have to stop myself before I get out of control. I snack constantly. What’s driven me to bake is that I can’t take how hard it’s been to find a decent “sweet snack” in the store. One that isn’t filled with preservatives, high fructose corn syrup, partially hydrogenated oils or excess sugar. But also one that doesn’t taste like a tire. I’m not looking for healthy, just something that can fill my sweet tooth craving but I don’t have to feel guilty about eating. Wait did I really just write “I’m not looking for healthy” ? Wow.

I was reading a Dr. Oz article the other week and he was saying that eating high amounts of carbohydrates (which = sugars) can triple women’s risk for heart disease but not mens. This shocked me. And it excited CG because now he saw all those snacks as his only. I immediately cut out the quote and taped it to the inside door of my snack cabinet. Along with a chart on the 5 warnings signs of a heart attack and how to avoid one.

“There! That’ll show me!” I proudly convinced myself that this would help me limit my consumption and make me choose better options for snacks like fresh veggies, fruit or nuts. I could be a ticking time bomb if I didn’t beware.

Yeah right. After about a week, the cabinet is still just as loaded with carbs as before and the only thing that quote is doing for me is giving me reading material while I stuff my face. Who really eats fresh veggies, fruits and nuts instead of some nutella on a cookie? C’mon people, lets be realistic. Or at least let me be realistic with myself. So I am.

Realistically, I thought of Gram Sue. She’s in her nineties, has survived the depression, World War II, and various ailments or physical setbacks. She’s witty, sharp as anything and full of vivaciousness. Gram Sue, just like anyone who grew up “back then” in the time of real food, didn’t worry about balancing out carbs & proteins, or limiting fats & sugars…they just ate everything in moderation. Gram Sue who is healthy as a horse you might be surprised to know stashes mallomars in her bread drawer and has a freezer filled with individual soft serve dishes (her little “soliders” as she dubbed them). This speaks volumes more to me. Everything in moderation. Also, make as much of it homemade as you can. Hence, the flour bags.

So I’m replacing that anti-carb quote with a more reasonable (and much less scary) one: Everything in moderation. I’m also vowing to load up on flour and only have homemade cookies in that cabinet. No more oreos! I had once thought that if I died an oreo-related death, it would be a good way to go. Definitely not. It’s going to at least be homemade cookies with some nutella on it.