It’s been a crazy week and few days and I’m sorry I haven’t written. I have some blog posts ready to go but these last few weeks have been something else… I love cats and most recently (April 2016) adopted … Continue reading
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Today I went to a luncheon at a local restaurant. As a group, we had checked to see if they would have gluten free items for us at lunch. We were told (twice, by the way) that there would be a gluten free option. When I arrived, I spoke to the owner and asked about gluten free options and the answer was “The salad is gluten free”.
Now, if I had a dime for every time I heard that, I would be pretty well off. Lettuce is gluten free. What a concept. I bet next you’ll be telling me that carrots are.
The problem was that it was so non chalant, like I didn’t matter as a consumer. I explained to him that two of our membership had inquired so that we could make sure anyone that needed to be gluten free would be taken care of. He responded that there were gluten free menu items but only the lettuce salad would be gluten free so I asked about the dressing, which was.
My issues were as follows: 1. If you tell a group that there will be gluten free options, please stick by that. I realize that salad is easy but it’s not the lunch I pay for. 2. Don’t be non chalant about it. This is something real, not something that I choose to do, and would much rather eat like a normal person.
All in all, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a run in with this place and will try to go there as little as possible.
I love the band Social Distortion. There is always a song for each happening in life and, although this may seem like it will be a band tribute, it isn’t. I’ve had some experiences in the past few weeks that … Continue reading
There are things that I really have missed being gluten free. Egg rolls, although Feel Good Foods make them and I can’t get them in Western Colorado. Good bread but there is decent bread out there, just not the same as regular bread. Burritos and the like…because there was no good tortilla. Until Mission Tortilla.
My parents had found Mission Tortilla’s when they visited Washington, I believe. They brought a package home for me. They were delicious. Then they went to Arizona and found more and brought me a package…and then a drought. Nothing in Grand Junction and I checked every time I went to any grocery store. Then, behold, one day they were at my local City Market. Goodness, I was happy. Fajitas were on the menu that night!
The thing about these tortillas is that they are like the real deal. Soft, foldable…so tasty too. Of course, like any gluten free item, they price point is up there but it’s worth it even though there are only six in a pack.
If you miss tortillas I would highly recommend that you try these!
It’s been a while since I’ve written. The last couple of months have been crazy. I went into sales in June and I’ve been concentrating on building my book of business and have been running on all cylinders. I’ve spent quite a few days out of town as well. Things are going well but it’s a crazy, crazy time.
I also moved to 2nd Vice President in Lions last month which means new responsibilities and learning more there.
It’s a lot of change at one time and while I embrace change, this week things have caught up to me.
You see, there have been a lot of changes in my personal life and my friend’s lives. I have done a little “housekeeping” when it came to friends and have decided to weed out those that have wronged me or that use me. It’s felt good to surround myself with positive people.
While I’ve been overwhelmed with what’s going on in my life, the worst thing is when I can’t help my friends. I know that when things are crazy in my life I have a good cry and the weight is lifted. But when I see my friends hurting, it overwhelms me in a different way. There aren’t enough words or hugs or cards that can make things better. Only time. But all I want to do is fix things, make them right again and make sure everyone is happy.
The reality is that not all times are happy. In fact, Ecclesiastes 3 says:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
We take the good with the bad, we laugh and cry…and in these times of being overwhelmed I pray.
I will admit: since going to Chicago last year, pizza just isn’t the same. I find myself more picky and not eating pizza a lot. Maybe that’s not a bad thing.
This past week I sat down with my parents to go over their website, which needs an overhaul. They brought Udi’s pizza along.
They were cute little things, as most gluten free pizzas are. Normal baking time, pretty easy for a quick meal. They came out looking pretty good but…remember the Totino’s pizzas from college? So much like that! Part of me was excited by my throwback but I also remember buying those at 10 for $10.
There are times in life when we are forced to slow down. This was one of those weeks.
Monday I woke up, didn’t feel great and took my temp: 102. I called in sick to work, a friend recommended that I go to the doc and by the time I got to the doctor, my temp was over 103. The flu. Whee!
So I was down and out for three full days. My temp would go down during the day and then I’d wake up with a temp, Wednesday was the worst with 104. Thursday my temp was gone when I woke up, I was on the mend.
I went to work on Friday and lasted half a day. My body is spent from fighting this thing. It was such a nice afternoon on Friday that I got a chair outside in my backyard and sat in the sun, breathing in fresh air. I just sat. I listened. I closed my eyes and soaked the sun in. I was forced to take time. My body was forcing me to slow down, take a breather and remember that I’m not invincible and that taking it slow isn’t a bad thing.
You see, we are always in such a hurry, always scurrying from one place to another, one thing to another, filling every minute of our day. Because if we aren’t filling it, what are we missing? Did I forget something? That’s always my fear. And it shouldn’t be something feared, it should be something that makes us happy, to have time.
Time to stop, wash some windows, trim a shrub and then sit and watch the world go by.
For those of you who aren’t Celiac, gluten intolerant or have a wheat allergy, you are probably saying “what is glutened”?
It’s a term that means that we were, essentially, poisoned. We accidently ingested something with gluten and have exited the building. If you are anything like me, it leaves you curled up in a ball with pain like someone has taken your intestines and just yanked on them. A lot. Hard. You can’t stand up straight and it’s PAINFUL.
I hadn’t been glutened, at least to this degree, for a long time but it happened on New Year’s Eve. Yup, way to bring in the new year. Glutened. Anyway, before I went to the party where I was to spend the rest of the evening, I stopped to have a beer with two of my friends: Don and Craig.
Now, I hang out with those two guys a lot. We talk politics, sports and anything else. So, when I walked in, Craig orders himself a Bud Light and me an Angry Orchard. Gotta love friends who know what you drink! The server brings the beer and typically I take a sniff because Angry Orchard has a sweet smell to it. This was the one time I didn’t do that. I was deep in conversation or distracted or something but all I know is that I took a sip. ONE sip. It wasn’t Angry Orchard. It was Bud Light.
Two thoughts ran through my head: 1. Oh crap. 2. How did I used to drink this stuff?
I put the beer down, said “This is NOT Angry Orchard”. Craig got a hold of the server, told her that it wasn’t the drink I ordered and she brought me my correct drink. Don recognized that it was an issue and I was grateful for an opportunity to tell him what happens when I’m glutened. I should have spoken to the server and/or manager but it was so busy and…I missed an opportunity. An opportunity to educate, to help someone realize that it wasn’t just a simple mistake.
I got sick. It was more gradual than it had been in the past. Usually it takes about 15 minutes to an hour and then, BAM!, you won’t see me for a while. This time it took a few hours, I kept getting more and more bloated and ended up going home late that night. I slept all night but the next day I just sat on the couch. I was tired, lethargic and didn’t want to do anything.
I guess the moral of the story is that when things like this happen, when I KNOW that a mistake has been made, to educate. To use the opportunity.