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If I wasn’t me…

I found gluten free bread, that I was planning on reviewing on my Gluten Free Food page. It was only going to get one whine, because it tastes great. Other than being a pain in the arse because you must store it in the freezer, it is good bread. However, an unassuming sandwich officially gives this bread 10 whines. On a scale that stops at 5. But these ten whines involve tears. Really big tears.

 

I cut the roof of my mouth on a “harmless” cheese sandwich. And there was blood.

 

Seriously?!

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Where have I been?

I think I disappeared. I don’t know. It’s been a weird weekend.

Thursday, I went to the doctor for a “cold” which turns out is a sinus infection. Yay me. Or something. Then he opted to tell me that I do have celiac disease. So I am doing no gluten for a while, and then we’ll go back to the doctor and see if I need to have a biopsy of my small intestine. Woot. Doesn’t that just sound like a BLAST!? Yeah, that’s what I thought too.

 

Friday, we took our car for it’s 80k mile checkup. And found out we’ve got a million dollars worth of other stuff to fix too. Yay VW. Have I mentioned I hate that car? I really REALLY hate that car. I think I’m going to get ME a car, that doesn’t run on premium gasoline, and is one that *I* want. The Hubs picked out this one. And now we both hate it. But I WILL NOT get a minivan. I’m not old enough, nor do I have or plan on having enough kids for that.

Friday, I also worked ALL DAY. From 9-7. Except, some idiots opted to spend $40 on pictures and take more time than they were really allotted. I didn’t leave till 7:30. I was exhausted. I wasn’t expecting to have to work Saturday, but I did. For a couple hours. So it wasn’t bad. I got to leave by five after seven.

Now, I’m almost over this infection, but it’s at the point where I feel worse, but better. However that happens to be possible. I have a messy house, a dog that needs a bath, kids who tried to give themselves haircuts, and a loaf of gluten free bread to bake.

I’m going to add a page with a list of my gluten free “favorite” things. I’m finding that it’s not as bad as I thought, but it’s not as good as I wish it was either.

Can I run away? Please?

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If I kill someone…

**This was written last night, but I forgot to hit “publish” so pretend it’s last night. K?**

I have two things to discuss tonight. And I’m going to start with the light hearted one, because the other is a VERY big issue, and it makes me want to get into a fight.

 

To start, today was a monumental day, and only if you know that my husband is a homebody. He absolutely hates to leave the house. But for the last two days, he has gone with me and the girls swimming. In public! (Our apartment complex pool) To “reward” him for breaking away from his hermit ways for a bit, I made his favorite childhood dessert. Arroz doce. It’s a sweet rice. So simple, and if you die before you have some, you will not have led a fulfilled life.

Here’s the quick recipe.

6 cups milk

1 cup sugar

1 1/2 cups rice

2 eggs (beaten)

Combine the milk and sugar in a large saucepan. When bubbles start to form around the edge, add rice. Place on medium heat for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Cook for 1 hour without bringing mixture to a boil. Add eggs (tempered of course) Sprinkle with cinnamon and enjoy!

(I added a bit of vanilla because I like the taste that way.)

 

To.die.for. (and GLUTEN FREE!!!!)

 

Okay. Now. On to why I want to commit murder. I’ll just have to stop taking my Prozac so I can use an insanity defense. I’m sure you’ll believe that it’s worth it.

 

My oldest cousin, Joy, has a seven year old son. Ray. I love this little boy beyond just a second cousin. I’ve pretty much watched him grow up, and he’s the closest thing to a nephew or niece I’m gonna get for a while. Joy had/has a boyfriend that no one in my family has ever liked since day 2. (We give everyone a 1 day “free” pass where we choose not to judge.) He moved in with her and Ray almost immediately. (It may have been, but I live far away, and people avoid me like the plague.) I kept hearing from my family about what a terrible influence and all this other “we hate this guy” gossip that made it’s rounds. It didn’t help that he was 19, and Joy was 27. Not that age is a big deal. But just out of high school and divorced single mom don’t exactly make for the best relationship. I kept getting phone calls, telling me that when I came home for The Hubs’ deployment, I needed to convince her to kick him out. This boyfriend lost any chance of me approving of him the first time I met him. Joy and I are very close. Mostly because we are opposite and (as Erica told me a few days ago) I say what she is thinking. I can’t keep my mouth closed, and don’t think I should always have to. I took the girls over to play with Ray, and so that Joy and I could catch up. Instead of hanging out and catching up, we sat on the couch and barely talked for two hours. Because the boyfriend was doing that. The second time, we were playing in the backyard, and instead of coming and hanging out with us, he left without a word and went to his mommy’s house. Annoyed me to no end.

And then, we had a family crisis and this boyfriend was a huge help. 

Ray told us that Joy’s former fiance (who used to live with them before the wedding was called off) had molested him two years before. The way that he told was odd, and gave the boyfriend a new chance with us.

Ray and the boyfriend were home one evening, and out of no where, Ray says “I hate (former fiance).” No one had talked about this guy for about two years. With some questioning from the boyfriend, it was discovered that Former Fiance had forced Ray at 5 years old to preform oral sex on him, and other things. When I found out, I first was about to commit murder, along with the other 25 people of my family who lived in the same city (including 86 year old grandma) then I took a minute to process everything, and realized that Ray must trust this boyfriend guy to tell him this. So I told my family to give him another chance. That maybe we’re just being overly judgemental (which is our nature, to protect our own) and he possibly wasn’t that bad.

 

I still can’t stand the guy. Once he moved in with Joy, she rarely talked to me, and before, we talked for about two hours a week. I knew something was wrong when she called me yesterday. There has been some drama. Last week she called and told me that she had finally kicked the boyfriend out. Lots of things led up to it, but he stole money from her to pay a warrant so he wouldn’t go to jail, and that was the last straw. He then tried to kill himself for the second time in a year. Yesterday, she called because she is at her wits end.

 

Her ex husband (whom she divorced before The Hubs and I even started dating) AND the ex fiance were calling the boyfriend. Why the ex husband gives a crap anymore is beyond me. He cheated on her, and left her, so really? He should just go away. The ex fiance on the other hand, had a dirty, sneaky, underhanded reason to call. He is trying to convince the boyfriend not to testify at his trial, so that he doesn’t have to go to jail. And, since the boyfriend is an a-hole, he called Joy and told her that if she breaks off their relationship completely, he will not testify.

 

Honestly, she needs to break this off. It’s been a long year and a half, and she needs to be done. But I have a feeling she won’t, just so the ex can be sent to jail, for what he did, and what we’re fairly certain he’s done to other little boys. (The sons of his now fiance.) Can I ask you, oh my favorite Internet, to pray for Joy and Ray? Or if you don’t pray, whatever it is you do to try and help get a good outcome from situations. We really really need it.

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All over creation and back again

The celiac diagnosis is still up for debate. I’m really really tired of waiting. So I’ve opted to take semi-measures into my own hands. I had blood drawn forever and eight years ago, and it was supposed to be back in a few weeks. I called on Thursday, to see if they had gotten anything back. Of course, because I have no clue who my primary care doctor is, I may not get a response any time soon. Plus, it’s not something that I will be prescribed medication for, so I’m sure they’ll take even longer. (I’m expecting to have to go back and have the tests run again. I have GREAT luck with medical records.)

I have been being really really good about the amount of gluten I consume. I THINK it’s starting to help. I did find that my favorite crisps are technically gluten free (depending on the oats, there might be trace amounts) and that a lot of things that I buy regularly at the Wallyworld and are their store brand are CLEARLY LABELED “gluten free”. This made me extra happy. To help me cope and think more positively about things I CAN eat, instead of what I CAN’T eat, I’ve started a list of things, and the brands, that I buy that at this point are safe. Things can change from time to time, so I’ll have to keep an eye out, but it’s very comforting.

So, I’m telling you all this, so I can tell you this.

 

I HATE HAVING TO SUCK IT UP AND BE AN ADULT ABOUT THIS CRAP!

Can I throw a tantrum now?

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Gluten, Shmloten, Whatever!

Monday is the day. The day my doctor (whomever it might be) tells me that I can no longer eat anything. I shouldn’t say that. I can eat some things. Like veggies. And fruit. And meat. Basically, the Atkins diet. Which I’ve always been too stupid to figure out.

I have spent the last week avoiding gluten like the plague. And I have felt WONDERFUL. Healthy. And if it wasn’t for the sunburn, I bet I would be beyond wonderful. (The sunburn isn’t so bad, because I know Erica has a cute little patch of garden and her yard looks better for it!)

However!!! Since I know Monday is the day I have been dreaded for a little over a month, I am eating all the gluten and glutenous things I can possible shove into my gob for the next four days. Because I’m 25, and the thought of the rest of my life without flavor! and real BREAD! makes me sad. Very very sad. Although, my dear friend Julie told me the best donuts she’s ever had were made with potato flour. I am all about donuts that will be “safe” for me to eat. I’ll fly those things in weekly if I have to!

I just ate a cinnamon roll. A gooey, yummy, warm, delicious cinnamon roll. And now I wait, because in a few hours, I will feel like I want to die.

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