Take it From Me

Don’t worry.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve given someone that you failed to take yourself?

This is a prompt I found on WordPress today and I couldn’t help but give my two cents.

It’s almost a joke that I should be telling people not to worry.  Anyone who knows me fairly well knows that I have awful anxiety.  I worry about things that might happen 10 years from now.  I’m terribly superstitious–if *this* thing happened *this* way 8 years ago, obviously that’s the way a similar situation is going to go nowadays.  It makes no sense the way my mind works sometimes.  It’s irrational to others and pretty irrational to me, too.

I love to listen to friends’ problems, though, and give advice.  It’s almost unfair for a person like me to tell others not to worry when I’m probably worry about something at the time.  For some reason, it makes a bigger impact when other people tell me not to worry than when I tell myself.  I really wish I could take my own advice.  Don’t worry would definitely be a piece of advice I give that I would love to be able to take myself.


First Video!

oh dear heavens.  Why did I put this out for the world to see?  Yay?  Nay?

This was for class where I tried to show off my blog.  I’m considering making more videos, but I could edit them and use better sound and video with my camera.

What do you guys think?  What would you like to see videos about?

I’m So Gelatinous

“Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.” 

-George Orwell, 1984

Gelatinous does not even begin to describe how I’ve been feeling lately.  I literally have nothing exciting to say.

Tired popped yesterday.  Woke up an hour early.  Registered for class.  Dropped flat tire off.  Went to class.  Picked up fixed tire.  Ran to school to get laptop.  Went to jury duty. Went straight to work.  Do homework.  And here I am now.  And for tomorrow?  Jury duty.  8 1/2 hours.  Oh, and the next day too.

My body is gelatinous.  My thoughts are gelatinous.

I can’t keep my eyes open.  I don’t want to move.  The only way I can move is in the way that I can’t stop yawning.

You guys understand, right?

Happy Birthday to Me!

It sounds so weird coming out of my mouth (or my keyboard), but…I’m 20 years old.  I’m not a teenager anymore.  I will never be part of that group that old people call “those pesky teenagers.”  Otherwise, there’s not really much of a difference between being 19 and being 20.  Lately, I’ve just been feeling so old.  I have jury duty this week (yikes), I scheduled my own dentist appointment (it’s more ground breaking than you think), set up an appointment to get braces put on (double yikes) and I had a job interview last week.  Oh my goodness, I’m old!

For my birthday every year, my mom makes us whatever we want for dinner, whether we live at home or not, whether she has time or not, and whether anyone else can make it or not.  She wants you to feel special on your day.  That’s why I love my mom.  She insists you get what you want on your birthday.  When my brothers and I were in high school, the birthday person would get the front seat on the way to school.  You have no idea how much off a fuss we threw over riding in the front seat.  She also doesn’t make us set the table, let the dog out…little things.  But they all count!

Tonight, she made me pork and cashew stir fry.  I haven’t had it in a while and it beats cafeteria food any day.  Amazingly enough, the recipe is gluten-free as is!  If anyone wants it, I will post it.  It’s so simple and good!  For me, any rice dish warms my tummy up and makes me happy.  And for dessert…one of these bad boys!

I used to get Dairy Queen ice cream cakes for my birthday every year.  And my brothers would have them.  And my parents.  And my friends.  Once I was diagnosed with Celiac, that tiny, millimeter strip of cookie in the middle of the vanilla and chocolate ice cream became quite the problem.  I would spend more time digging out the cookie pieces than eating the actual cake.  Then, we discovered we could call Dairy Queen the day before and ask them to make the cake without cookie but still with the fudge in the middle (obviously).  So that’s what we did this year again.

Know that options are out there!  You can still have an amazeballs birthday.

NaBloPoMo–Day 5

November marks the ever-so-popular event of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month).  Basically BlogHer (the site that started it) encourages every blogger out there to try to write a post every single day of the month.  If you’re interested in participating, you can sign up on www.blogher.com.  Each day of the month has a prompt.  It’s not mandatory to use a prompt everyday, but if you’re blanking out, like I am today, that’s what they’re for!

I’m gonna use tomorrow’s prompt which says: “If you were President of the United States, what would be your first act in office?”

Easy.  I would have made it mandatory (a long time ago) for every food label to say if it contains gluten or not!  There was a petition out that needed 25,000 signatures by November 3rd (I definitely was one of them) for this.  You can look at the petition here if you like, even though it is over.

It got over 26,000 signatures!  I’ve been waiting for this rule to be finalized forever!  If I were president, I would have finalized it years ago.  But, hey, it’s a step in the right direction.

Hmm…what would be another good thing to create a petition for?  What else do we Celiacs want/need?

Prayers for the Brookfield Shooting

Even though this isn’t related in any way to gluten-free eating, I live too close to Brookfield to not say anything about this.

This morning a man went to Azana Spa in Brookfield and started shooting. Brookfield Square mall was put on lock down to protect those inside.  For hours, very little happened that was reported of.  As of about an hour ago, there were 7 people at the hospital, but none were in critical condition. Now, it has been confirmed that three of the seven involved injured have died. 😦  To make it even worse, the shooter is still on the loose and no one has any idea where he could possibly be.

I live about 5 minutes from the edge of Brookfield where this happened and I know someone who was on their way to Brookfield Square (right across the street from the spa, which was put on lock down) as the shooting happened. The Milwaukee area is going viral again but for a very bad reason. A couple of months ago, in August, a shooting took place at a Sikh temple in Oak Creek, just outside of Milwaukee.

If anyone would like to read about the tragedy, here is the most updated story as of now.

I am hoping that no one else that was injured dies and that the shooter is caught and taken to jail as soon as possible.  Let’s hope no one else gets hurt by this man.  Please keep everybody in the area and the family and friends of the victims in your thoughts and prayers. ❤

Update: the shooter was found dead in the spa where the shooting took place.  Thank goodness no one else can be hurt by this man, but what is already done is done.

Surrounded by Gluten

Everywhere I go there is gluten.  It’s out to get me and it never leaves me alone.  And there’s nothing I can do about it!

Last Friday I was at work standing behind the counter and I thought to myself, man…this sucks.  Look at all of these cupcakes around me and I can’t even eat one.  I just stared.  Chocolate cake there…nope can’t have that.  A cookie on top of that one…that one either.  The frosting, though.  The miles and miles of frosting are gluten-free 99% of the time and you better believe I take part in that.

Anyway, here is what I saw that day.

  Look at all that gluten lurking in there looking so delicious.  Sigh.  I suppose I could eat that one walnut on top?  That’s just depressing.

Gluten-ous cheesecakes, too.  Not to be confused with gluttonous.  On a side note, you have no idea how many times I get asked about being “glutton-free” or even “glucose-free.”  I know since they don’t have Celiac they don’t think about it the way/as much as I do, but really?  Gluttonous?  Thanks!

And here’s one more cupcake to round it out.  Looks good, doesn’t it?  We could have those little pecans on top…and maybe an 1/8th of an inch of that frosting that’s not touching cake.

Okay, okay, I’m not trying to be bitter but I feel like I have to sometimes, you know?  I have to get some of my rage out every now and then and I think this is the perfect place to do it!  With all of you lovely gluten-freers 🙂

So, even after 8 hours of staring at these deathly (alright, not deathly) beauties, I went out to dinner.  And of all places, I go to a fish fry.  I love fish so much.  Fortunately, I have found a brand of breaded fish that I really love.  I will get back to you on that once I remember it.  There was soup and bread and breaded things all around me!  Going to restaurants still puts me on edge a little bit sometimes, but I deal with it as I go.  I’m not an extremely sensitive person, so if I get a little cross contamination in my food, I’m not paying for it days later.  Some places I have figured out that their gluten-free situation is really not good and I try to steer clear of it, but that only comes with experience.  For example, my school’s dining room.  Disaster.  It’s tough because it’s usually my only option for food, but the workers are extremely uneducated and they do not understand that I’m not doing it as a fad and it’s okay if I eat noodles a couple of times a week.  Doesn’t work that way!  This disease chose me.

–Rant over–

On a happier note, here’s something to make you smile.  I know it did for me!

Awwww, how precious! That’s my little baby Kramer.  I love coming home on weekends because he greets me like I haven’t seen him in years.  And then I get to stare at this adorable face.

Hold the Gluten, Please.

This weekend I’m on a girl’s trip to Chicago.  Staying in hotels and being away from home always presents some issues, but I’ve learned to deal with eating out.

For dinner tonight we decided to go to Joe’s Crab Shack because I’ve never had real crab.  I always thought imitation crab counted…apparently not.  For that, you don’t have to bust out an apron and hand wipes.  This was some serious business.

They had a real gluten-free menu!  There weren’t that many choices on it, but the main things were the buckets and steampots, which I was dying to try.  Corn, potatoes, clarified butter.  Um, my name is written all over that.  I got the garlic and herb snow crab bucket.  I was a little bit of an amateur, but I was geared up and ready to go.

If you still aren’t ready venture out of the house and out to restaurants, my main piece of advice is make sure you tell them you have an allergy or a disease.  If you tell them gluten makes you sick, they will do the absolute best they can.  No restaurant wants to know they might make someone sick if they are able to prevent it.

There is always something that you can find that is gluten-free.  I usually stick to salads, but always ask about dressings and vinaigrettes.  My favorite restaurant, the Cheesecake Factory, only has a couple of gluten-free dressings, but hey, there’s at least one and that’s all I need!

So, I made sure the waitress knew I ate gluten-free, but she was asking if butter was gluten-free so I’m not real sure she was a reliable source…

It was so good. Here’s some proof:

If you’ve never gone to Joe’s Crab Shack, go! Besides great food, it was a fun place.  When Cotton Eyed Joe came on, all of the waiters and waitresses stopped their work and started dancing.   It’s a safe gluten-free place, so give it a try!