Posted in Uncategorized

Simple Vegetarian / Vegan Lunch

I have been an ovo-lacto (ovo = eggs; lacto = dairy) vegetarian since August 1989. I spent the first half at camp as a vegetarian; came home and ate ribs at Tony Roma’s which, at the time, was on 6th ave between 9th and 10th st, on the 23rd, until they claimed they were “out” of ribs (I had swollen glands from Mono, and knew this would be my last time eating meat, so argued that it was, “All You Can Eat”. They suggested I not become a vegetarian.); and have (knowingly) had meat only one time since then, in the late ’90’s. (I bought a Deluxe frozen pizza. To me, “deluxe” meant mushroons, olives, peppers, etc. To the people making the pizza, it meant including pepperoni and sausage.) Oh, and there was the time my grandparents took me out to dinner for my 16th birthday to an expensive restaurant across from Central Park. I told them that I was a vegetarian; the waitress checked (or said she did) with the chef and promised the appetizer — something with orzo, a cross between rice and pasta — was vegetarian. One bite and I ran to the bathroom saying, “Beef stock” before throwing up repeatedly. When I got back to the table the waitress was, “Oh, gee, the chef said he cooked it with a shank bone but he took it out.” It was the one time that I was glad my grandfather tipped 15% of the main courses only.
I’m not one of those, “I don’t eat meat so therefore you can’t”- types. If you like it, go ahead and put in real sausages. I just can’t eat meat because my love of animals has become a neurotic, “That’s flesh! Oh my G-d, how do people know they’re not eating human flesh? Ugh, flesh…” (I have a thing about. “flesh”.).

But this recipe is really just a quick sandwich. You can use meat sausages, whatever you choose. 

You will need:

Morningstar Farms Sausage Links (or regular sausage links. My son loves McDonald’s sausage patties and swears the Morningstar Farms Sausage Patties taste the same.). Morningstar Farms is also low-fat, high protein.

a roll / bun / hero / 2 slices of bread / something to make a sandwhich

cheese, preferably grated (I like Mozerella or a Mozerella blend but choose what you like. Vegan cheese, as long as it melts, works well, too.)

— {optional} tomato sauce (might add a minute or two. Add it when you add the last of the cheese and the half-cooked sausages.)

How to:

1. Microwave sausage links halfway (about a minute for vegan; check the package for meat. I know that meat needs to be a certain temperature to kill off bacteria and other things.).

2. Cut roll in half, cover with cheese (and tomato sauce if using sauce).

3. Place sausage links on roll, add remaining cheese.

4. Microwave until cheese is melted.

5. Serve with drink, such as Bolthouse Farms.

6. Enjoy!

Total time: about 5 minutes for vegan / vegetarian; probably 10 for real meat.

Posted in Life, parenting, reading, review

End of 2016: Cleaning Out Drafts

It all started with a simple tweet from Lynette Noni, ofAkarnae fame:

Leigh Bardugo(@LBardugo on Twitter) has written some amazing books; I began with The Grisha Trilogy on Scribd: 

Ruin and Rising

Siege and Storm,

and

Shadow and Bone.

These books have Alina Sarkov as the main character in a world that is similar to Russia, but not quite. There are people called, “Grisha”, who have different powers: the Squallers, dressed in blue, who can control the winds; Inferni who can control fire; Heartrenders who can slow and stop your heart; and so on. Alina is an orphan fgom Ravka, which was split in two pieces with The Fold between them. The Fold is a place of pure darkness, but Alina is the first Sun (Light) Summoner in hundreds of years. She goes for training and meets The Darkling who says they were meant to destroy The Fold together. As these are YA (Young Adult) novels, Alina is divided between the boy she grew up with, a tracker named Mal (I feel that I should point out that “mal” means “bad” in most common languages.), or The Darkling.

“The Darkling” by @fictograph on Twitter

After reading The Grisha Trilogy on Scribd, I knew that I had to read The Six of Crows and it’s sequal, Crooked Kingdom. The characters are different, but it takes place after the events of The Grisha Trilogy. While I believe that we should support our fellow writers as much as we can, I am on Disability. My monthly income doesn’t cover rent on a crappy, falling apart, Hellhole, much less transportation (I have go pay for my son on non-school days now), laundry, toilet paper/ paper tosels, electricity (I’d include gas, but cannot affkrd tbe minjmum $20-$30/month), etc. So I found two sites where I could read these books for free:

http://www.bestlib4u.net

http://www.manybooks4u.net

Oh, while we’re on the subject of Free Online sruff:

THE WALKING DEAD:

I was talking to a crush of mine who is into The Walking Dead. My son is scared of zombies (even though, in addition to a Fire Safety Plan we have a Zombie Escape Plan), so I’ve only seen the first couple of seasons. But I’ve read the comic since issue #1. Turns out, I don’t have to wait gor the graphic novel or the Compendium. If you Google, “Walking Dead Comic Free“, you’ll find a site that has them all. Free.I’m now up to #147.

How cool is that?

(and everything I wrote was deleted, so I’ll try to start over a bit…)

And from high school… The 1000 Point Purity Test

Crochet Lovers: Black Cat Slouch Hat – Free Crochet Cat Hat Pattern – Persia Lou

http://persialou.com/2015/11/black-cat-slouch-hat-free-crochet-pattern.html

Apps, Old and New:

*  Creative diary
A very good diary, although there is a $10 yearly fee to access all of the features. I think that it is worth is with or without the yearly fee.

*All Social Media and 1 App:

I love these apps that combine many online accounts into one app. This app combines many social media apps with other online apps. Here are just the Socisl Media apps All Social Media has:

I’m also looking at / trying out 1 App

As you can see, both apps (which take up less than 2mb of space) are awesome. I’m still not sure which I’ll keep and which will go.

* Brain Games
Many games to help keep your brain in shape. My 12 year old don really enjoys them and you czn play them underground (on a train or subway).

*Word Wheel
Too much like my original Word Wheel. Same name, but the only problem with the Original Word Wheel I have is that there are onky 12 levels.

*Headspace – meditation

Reccommended by Gerard Way, former lead singer of My Chemical Romance, I had to try it. It is an excellent app for beginners, although the down side is that it won’t go onto hour SD card.


October 2016: Three weeks ago, I started Monday off with a yearly checkup at my clinic. Despite my seeing my Primary Care Doctor and my Pain Dr the previous week. The yearly checkup includes meeting with the very nice doctor whom, after 4 years, I cannot understand due to his accent and so I wind up getting stuck with way more needles than anyone else because I smile and nod. The TB (Tuberculosis) test goes in the ring of my Sandman Key To Hell tattoo on my forearm because, four years ago, I squealed, “Don’t stick the needle in the tattoo!” and this has apparently become a runnjng joke between us. Then it’s an EKG test and having blood taken.

Sandman Key To Hell

When I first started there, instead of the required monthly meetings with one’s counselor, I chose to go weekly when I found out his speciality was PTSD* (read my previous posts like, “This Is What It’s Like” — which still needs a good ending — and you’ll see why I have PTSD. I see a seperate therapist once a week but I needed it at the time as I was new to the whole “being crippled by your son’s dad in front of your son and the court giving the dad more unsupervised visitation despite video of the incident”.) On the way to my then counselor, I would pass the nurse who took my blood and try to joke around with her. I’ve since found ojt it’s not me, it’s her — even the males say she’s a bitch.

So last Monday I sat in the chair and didn’t try to joke or do more than be polite. She stuck in the needle, took a few vials, removed the needle, and handed me a single gauze to cover the vein. Unfortunately, she had hit a really good spot and the blood bubbled up through the gauze, down my arm in three streams, and onto the arm-rest before she could hand me more gauze and alcohol(!!!) pads. “Ohmig-d, I am. So. Sorry.” I said, pressing extra gauze and ripping open alcohol pads with one hand. I was mortified. And a bit woozy.

She grunted. Literally grunted. Wha???

I wiped the blood off the arm-rest, my arm, kept applying pressure, added fresh gauze, one bandaid, two, the blood would not stop flowing. Finally I left the room with three gauze pads and two bandaids, trying to hold my phone, sweatshirt and bag, all while applying pressure and I still had to get on line to get medicated. And the blood had already soaked through, so I was basically trying to keep the gauze and bandaids in place while returning three bottles and drinking my methadone.

BIKE BRUISE:

I decided to head home. Unfortunately, I missed the 4th Avenue bus stop and figured since I needed a new goodie, I’d get off at 5th Avenue to go to DII (D2, which used to be, “Dee & Dee”). As I walked up the wheelchair ramp, holding onto the railing with my right hand, I suddenly felt like I hadbeen stabbed in the upper right thigh.

The culpret? A bicycle chained to the bars with the handlebar sticking out so that, 3 weeks later, I can still see the outline in the bruise on my upper thigh.

I went home and slept… 

Blessed Be,

I’ve celebrated the Jewish New Year and

The Wiccan/ Pagan New Year,

The Goyem is a bit much.

Happy Holidaze,

Be safe and careful,

D. K. Stevens

Posted in Life

To The Woman Below Me In E11:

Two weeks ago, at the beginning of November 2016 (it’s taken me time to write this as well as get the previous dates of your harassment correct), you physically blocked me from entering the building my son and I live in to make one of your crazy claims: when we take a shower, you claim it drips down into your bathroom. Did you tell the Super? No. Did you tell the Landlord? No.You waited until you caught me and my son coming home from my son’s Dr to harass us — AGAIN.

This is not the first time that you have harassed my son and me banging on my door, trying to stop me from entering the building or the elevator — and, as I did not wish to physically touch you, I had to work my way around you. This, despite my being physically crippled, which you are aware of. I said my usual, “Call the landlord”, although I’m guessing they no longer listen to your insanity, as well as asking if you wished for my son (who was with me at the time) and me to, “stop taking showers”.

Since we moved into this Hellhole (song by Spinal Tap) in June 2006, the walls and floor of my bathroom have been knocked out, leaving large, unsafe holes for months at a time, at least three (3) times due to your paranoia and insanity.

1.) LESS THAN 24 HOURS AFTER WE MOVED IN YOU BROKE THE LAW BY ENTERING MY APARTMENT WITHOUT PERMISSION: My son, aged 1.5yrs at the time, and I saw the apartment above you for the first time on Monday or Tuesday 29/30 May 2006. We filled out the papers and signed the lease at the end of that week, and I picked up tbe keys Monday 5 June 2006. We were to move in that Wednesday and were looking forward to having a bathtub as my son was too big to be washed in the sink and the shelter we were in only had a stand-up shower stall. Due to a SNAFU, we were moved from tbe shelter to the apartment around noon Tuesday 6 June. We immediately went out to purchase a queen sized mattress to sleep on that night and, after a late afternoon delivery, bought sheets at the Atlantic Mall and had dinner at the pizza place on West 7th and Kings Highway. We picked up some essential food and liquids to get us through the night at the bodega across the street and came home between 7 or 8pm. My son was in diapers so the only water usage was when I brushed my teeth (I don’t leave the water running), and washing my hands after I peed, although I didn’t flush as my son was asleep. The next morning, just after 7am, my son and I were awoken to a banging on the door.

“Super!” yelled the Super. We jumped up and ran to open the door to find not only the Super, but you with your huge Russian-English Dictionary. I stepped aside so the Super could come in, and you pushed your way in even though I didn’t know who you were and didn’t invite you in. (Going uninvited into someone’s apartment is illegal in this country.)

“There is leak from this apartment from past two weeks,” the Super said. I reminded him that I had seen the apartment for the first time the week before and had only had the keys since Monday. You tried explaining the water was causing damage and, not realizing what a horrible person you were, I helped you piece together that your kitchen cabinets were coming loose. I would learn to regret that help, not just because you never thanked me in English or Russian, but because the Super proceeded to knock most of the bathroom wall* out on the right side of the toilet, as well as some of the floor, before realizing the leak was from the kitchen and he went in there to knock out some more walls. You gave yourself a tour of the bathroom while my son burrowed in my arms. Finally you and tbe Super left, telling me that the holes would be fixed “soon”.

For the next three months I had to pee and poop sideways on my toilet with my feet in the tub (facing the normal way meant my feet would hang in the floor hole). I had to keep my son out of the tub as I had no room to kneel beside it, and I had to keep him out when I went to the bathroom. Showers were quickly done when he was asleep. And he got washed in the too-small sink.

2.) The wall in my bathroom was knocked in (or out) due to a potential fire from your place. I never complained to you. You never apologized or came to see if  we were ok.

3.) Not sure if this happened before or after the fire, but, again, I was the subject of you and the Super shoving into my apartment. And a large hole that had garbage bags over it held by duct tape for months. No thank you, sorry or ANYTHING polite ftom you.

My son used to have nightmares of “La Bruja Russe”, which is technically “Red Old Lady / Witch”… My son had heard me praying*** for help from the red-headed bitch downstairs and that’s what he heard. You and your tacky red hair taunted his dreams and mine. Even before you saw us, your face was turned to a nasty look. And then you would see us, usually in the lobby, and you would light up and srart some tirade against us.**

4.) And so it begins again. Sorry, but no leaks here. I refuse go let anyone in to check your made up stories anymore. “Move kn. G ed t a lufe.” = “Move on. Get a life.” I’ve never had so many problems typing a post.

* Let me briefly describe the bathroom. It is very narrow. It is just under six feet across. Standing in the doorway, the sink is on your left, next to the bathtub going the long way. On your right is a towel rack and two steps bring you to the toilet. There is a window behind the toilet but people on the street can watch you pull down your pants to sit on the toilet. (Thank you to a sralker who let me know.)

** I’ve had typos in my Free Write blogs. But never this bad. I’ve corrected almost every word in this blog.

*** My biological mom is, minimum, 3rd generation New Orleans. (We’re Choctaw on her dad’s side so much more than 3rd generation). Normally I stay away from Dark Magick, but mess with my kid and I’ll take what comes back three times.

Posted in Life, parenting

Zymere Perkins: Another Child Dies Due to ACS (from October, updated November 2016)

From 11 October 2016:

Zymere Perkins, age 6, is the latest victim of New York City’s Administration for Children’s Services (ACS). The mother, 26 year old Geraldine Perkins had 5 (five) founded cases against her. When neighbors of this Harlem child tried to report the abuse done to Zymere by his mother and her boyfriend Rysheim Smith, 42, they were ignored. In April of this year (2016), a school social worker called ACS and Nitza Sutton was assigned the case. As Sutton was up for a promotion, she had to close out her cases. Despite the overwhelming evidence that Zymere was being physically abused, and the previous founded cases (meaning there was evidence of abuse found; a first time offender can get a warning but after that there are mandated parenting classes, anger management, and removal of the child. This is usually done with the first or second “founded” case. I have no idea how Ms. Perkins made it to five founded cases and still had custody of Zymere. I was unable to find any reason for this red flag oversight and as I am not a relative, was told that I could not get information over the phone.) against the mother, the case was closed. And Zymere was beaten to death with a broomstick handle.

“Neighbors saw repeated abuse of Zymere…”

So WHY weren’t they listened to? A neighbor, the mother of the son in the above photos with Zymere, claims she called the police and ACS.

Nitza Sutton, Zymere’s ACS / Children’s Services worker, closed his case early due to overwhelming evidence of serious physical abuse. Why? Because she had a chance at a promotion but had to finish up or close out all of her cases first. Now, I can understand wanting a promotion. As someone who had to go through eleven cases against my son’s dad (none of which were called in by me; only the first 3 workers spoke to my son’s dad and only the 1st saw him where he lived, but even though the cases weren’t against me, we — my son and I — had to deal with home visits, school visits, meetings at the ACS offices, etc, for 6-8 weeks each time), I know there are many cases which the worker doesn’t even look at the abusive parent unless the child is living with that parent. But Zymere was living with his abusive mother and her abusive boyfriend. He was six and had nowhere to go, nobody who could help him — except Nitza Sutton, his ACS worker. But she had that promotion dangling in front of her, so what’s one more abused kid? Giving her the benefit of the doubt, which is more than she deserves, Ms. Sutton probably figured there would be another call from the school or a neighbor to open another ACS case and it would be another worker’s problem. Why should she care about a bright eyed little boy when she had a promotion coming her way?

Medical Examiner Says Zymere Perkins Died Of ‘Fatal Child Abuse Syndrome’

http://gothamist.com/2016/10/21/zymere_perkins_homicide.php

UPDATE:

ACS Workers in Zymere Perkins Case Return to Job (16 November 2016)

https://www.google.com/amp/www.nydailynews.com/amp/new-york/acs-workers-return-jobs-zymere-perkins-death-article-1.2876417


The Following Links Were Accessed in October 2016:

* ACS In Recent News:

** https://www.google.com/amp/www.nydailynews.com/amp/new-york/nyc-acs-failed-act-2-cases-kids-died-report-article-1.2623190

** https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City_Administration_for_Children%27s_Services

* ACS – What is Child Abuse/Neglect?

https://www1.nyc.gov/site/acs/child-welfare/what-is-child-abuse-neglect.page

* New York City’s history of failure to prevent fatal child abuse – NY Daily News

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/new-york-city-history-failure-prevent-fatal-child-abuse-article-1.2810934

* ACS 20 Milestones

http://www1.nyc.gov/site/acs/about/Events/2016/milestones/twenty.page


* ACS WIKIPEDIA

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City_Administration_for_Children%27s_Services

* Neglect of Children’s Services contributed to deaths of 8 kids: report | New York Post

http://nypost.com/2016/08/28/neglect-of-childrens-services-contributed-to-deaths-of-8-kids-report/?0p19G=c

* Innocents lost Database: Children who will never grow up | MiamiHerald.com

http://media.miamiherald.com/static/media/projects/2014/innocents-lost/database/

Posted in boys, family, My Son, parenting

To My Dad (not the good, sectioned, in order version. That would require more than a phone.)

(UPDATE, October 2016:

In September 2016, there was a bombing near my dad’s apartment. I knew he was physically ok, but I sent him an email titled, “Are You OK?”. His response caused major anxiety and panic attacks and I wrote a draft response. I also went iver his email point by point, but there are only so many times one can insert the word, “Bullshit”. My dad has been rewriting history for a while. I’m aware that he does not like the Real Me, but I find it odd that, when rewriting history, he doesn’t make me into someone that he likes — or loves. Instead I am made out to be worse than I ever was, which confuses me. Why not make me into the child he always wanted me to be? I posted the email responses but quickly took it down. My father needs psychological help and I felt posting would have “gone to far”. But in going through my Drafts, I found this. Maybe he’ll see it, most likely he won’t, but these memes are as close as I can get to letting him know how I feel.)

I love my dad but, as you will soon see, he has hurt me again. I had a great set up but an accidental click on “trash” ruined it. So here are the memes in no special order. (I hate WordPress on my phone but my grandma refuses to listen to what my son and I need and goes with what my dad, aka, The Favorite, says, and we wind up with a bigger Netflix screen. Thanks, dad. Big help. My son can show his teachers YouTube instead of a science project!)

Notice the name here, dad:

Aaand of course some are missing and they’re not divided but that’s what happens when you don’t have a compiter or laptop — glad you ignored the last list of ten and chose one to watch Netflix on, Dad, but we needed one so my kid wouldn’t have to skip lunch and stay late to use the school computer. (And if you start in on his weight, I’ll remind you how you called me “fat” when Playboy asked me to pose for them. Or how you pointed at me and an unnamed Doorman, telling us if we didn’t lose weight we’d get diabetes a week before you fell into your first diabetic coma. Or I’ll poke your belly. Arse.)

Posted in crafts

Datebook/ Notebook, Pocket-Sized, For Under $5

I once posted about making Duct Tape Wallets, but the pictures didn’t get posted, so I need to update it. At one point in this project you will need to make a small duct tape sheet.  I’ll try to verbally guide you through it.

Anyway, my love of stationary items and dollar stores has collided to make a small, easy to carry date book / notebook.

You Will Need:

* small date book

* small notebook, as close to the same size as the date book as you can manage

* duct tape

* scissors (for duct tape)

* markers for decorating

1. Take your date book, notebook and duct tape.

2. Wrap a piece of duct tape around you fingers, sticky side out to make a loop. This will be used to hold the two books together.

3. Use the duct tape to cover both the date book and the notebook together. Trim to fit.

4. At this point, you will need to make a small sheet of duct tape. Using 3 pieces slightly longer than you will need, place one sticky side up and place the second halfway across. Place the third piece next to the first, sticky side up, and you will have a small “sheet”. Place one half of the sticky half on the inside of the date book flap (unless your notebook is smaller, then reverse), and the other sticky half on the outside of the date book. Now you have a loop to place a pen into. Trim to fit.

5. Using your markers, write whatever you wish on the cover(s). Be sure to include an email address on the inside of both books in case you lose them.

Total cost:

Date book: $1.49

Notebook: 2/$1.49 = $0.745

Duct tape: $1/roll; less than half used = $0.50

Pen (4 color plus mechanical pencil): $1.49

Total: >$5.00

If you have any questions, please ask.

I will be updating my Duct Tape Wallet post soon.

If you have anything duct tape related that you would like instructions for, please let me know. I am working on my phone so photos don’t always post, but hopefully I will have a laptop soon.

Happy Samhain (“sow-een”), which is the Wiccan New Year.

Blessed Be,

LalitaDevi Bastet

A.k.a., D. K. Stevens

Posted in family, Life, My Son, parenting

I’M NOT IGNORING YOU :)

To those who have been concerned about my lack of online time these past two weeks:

My son has had a cold. He’s given me two since school started, but apparently I passed on his latest: sore throat, coughing, mild fever at night. He was in bed all weekend and I kept him home on Monday.

I know. No Big Deal. I’ve always been over-protective. But there’s something I’ve failed to mention.

N was born in early November, so that’s when he gets his yearly check-up. Two years ago there was a minor problem, and it was there last year. This led to a follow-up visit in January for a second blood test. A few months later he was called in for a sonogram of his kidneys.

At the beginning of summer break we were told that one of his kidneys was smaller than the other. Not a big deal, it’s possible to live with one kidney, but his larger kidney wasn’t covering for his smaller kidney. I was referred to a specialist, but after waiting 6 weeks, debating whether to tell my son, he freaked out at the specialists office. And we lost the appointment.

We did get blood taken again and, with the sonogram, it looks like my son — as of now — should be able to make it through his teens before needing a new kidney. This is ideal as I’m not a match and if his kidneys are adult-sized, he has more of a chance of finding a doner.

Ideally, his larger kidney will kick in and do it’s fucking job.

Realistically, his smaller kidney will be removed and he’ll need a healthy kidney to make up for what his larger kidney is not doing.

Worst case, he’ll need a kidney sooner. Meaning his smaller kidney will be removed and he’ll be on dialysis waiting for a doner since the larger kidney is a fuck-up… Like me.

So meds are a problem for my son. Even for a stupid cold. My son knows some but not all — not even most — of this. He thinks it’s No Big Deal. But it is.

Sorry.

Not ignoring. Just wallowing in self-pity.

— Dee / Kat