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Oct20

Priorities. (Or is it Priorities?)

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Priorities. (Or is it Priorities?)

I can feel it growing back.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DISGUSTING THAT IS?!

About two months ago, I felt a twinge on the right side of my tummy. It was the first twinge I had felt in awhile, and it was kind of comforting and reassuring; I felt like I was welcoming back an old acquaintance I hadn’t really liked but had gotten used to having around.

My first thought was that I had indigestion.  Then I realized no, no that’s not indigestion, that’s the feeling of all my old Endometriosis growing back.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay for Jenna!

I can tell you exactly where it is, too, which is even creepier to me.  Like before I just thought it was indigestion, and would you please pass the Midol and a 2 pound Symphony bar?  Now I can tell you that my lower back hurts, hurts, HURTS because it’s got furry overgrowth on it that doesn’t belong.

So I busted out the Googlebox and pulled up the Interwebs and started doing some research.  Then I got out my Handbook for Natural Healing and discovered it had a huge section on Endo, so I read all of it.

I discovered that Endo can be curbed by following a very precise, regimented diet and taking supplements to soften and loosen fritzy tissue growth.  The problem is, the precise diet limits the following:

red meat, wheat, bread, flour, cakes, most soy products, sugar, honey, alcohol, caffeine, chocolate and dairy products (which are an inflammatory – who knew?)

Not an exhaustive list, but it’s exhaustive enough for me.  I can think of about………..three of the things on that list (soy, honey, alcohol) that I can easily eliminate without rocking the dietary boat…but seriously?  If I cooked like that, Joey would up and revolt.

REVOLT, I TELL YOU.

On Saturday, I took the supplement list from my Handbook to the health food store and got several of the important supplements for tissue softening and healing.

Now I just have to decide how important curbing the re-growth of this junk is. (Aside: Whenever I think of how my insides look all decorated with Endo, I imagine I look like that floofy green seaweed, the kind that just wobbles around gracefully in the ocean currents but feels DISGUSTING if you step in it.)  Is it important enough to basically give up my hobby?  The only thing I’m good at is making food.  I love finding and trying new recipes that Joey and others will really enjoy.

Could I still make those for other people and not eat them myself?

GAH.

Another thing I found out in my research is that Endo is likely to cause more health problems down the road, like auto-immune issues, Chronic Fatigue, Fibro and suchlike.  None of those sound appealing to me.

Are cupcakes worth it?

Do I need to start liking black beans?

UGH.

And so now you understand the title.

Because I can’t decide if this is priorities as a statement, or priorities? as a question.

Maybe I should start by cutting one of the no-nos out of my diet at a time…maybe?

Or maybe I just don’t even care.

Nov1

CANDY VOTE

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CANDY VOTE

I saw this awesome clip on CNN this morning before boarding my plane.  I was all worked up about the fact that I had to fly and I almost cried when I saw this cute kid who dressed up as a candy voting booth for Halloween.  I can’t explain myself sometimes.

Go to CandyVote.com to check it out.

I wish I had all the candy that this kid now has.

Sep30

Monday Date. (If you can call it that.)

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Monday Date. (If you can call it that.)

“Pllllease can we go on a walk?” I begged Joey last night.  It was beautiful weather and I couldn’t resist it.  Henry was also wound up like a firecracker and needed a walk.

Joey, however, had about six pounds of homework to get through.

So I cleaned up the kitchen, did some other stuff (but I honestly can’t remember what it was) and by 7:30, Joey came in and said, “Now’s a good time, shall we go for a walk?”

I was quite surprised.  I didn’t think we’d actually get to do it.

So off we went.  We had three stops:  the library (because HP4 was due, and now I have to check out another one because I only made it 483 pages through in three weeks I had it – sad!), Target (to get Tylenol) and Seven-11 (to get a Slurpee!)

I got to pick out the Slurpee while Joey stayed outside with Henry. I made the mistake of getting the 22 ounce size; I also bought chewy Nerds.  I came out of the store laden with junk food…but I don’t think Joey was as surprised as I thought he would be.  He knows me pretty well.  We walked down the boulevard sharing our HUGE Slurpee, Dragonfruit flavor, which was delicious and altogether sugary.  Our teeth began to feel like they were the same blue-green as the Slurpee.

“Here, eat these Nerds,” I said to Joey.

“I don’t like Nerds,” he replied.

“You…you don’t like Nerds?” I replied, aghast.  I know he likes Nerds, guys.  Seriously.  At least he used to.

“I never liked Nerds.  They’re too sugary.” Who is this man I have married?!  HE USED TO LIKE NERDS.

“Joey.  I know for a fact you like Nerds.  I brought a few boxes home once and you were like ‘oh yay, Nerds!’ and then I gave you one.”

Joey sighed with resignation.  “I only like them in small boxes.”

Well.  See? I told you he liked Nerds.

Due to Joey’s sudden aversion to Nerds, I got to eat the entire bag of chewy Nerds (YAY!) and drink pretty much 3/4 of the Slurpee before I made myself sick from all the sugar.  I’m getting old or something, which I think is lame.

Joey does too like Nerds.

Jun25

Three Amigos

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Three Amigos

Cuz came over last night.  The plan was to walk to Baskin Robbins (to burn calories), consume ice cream, and walk back home (to burn calories).

Once Cuz arrived, Joey suggested that he and I ride our bikes and Cuz take the unicycle (yes, we have a unicycle and no, I can’t ride it because I can’t reach the pedals when I sit on the seat — it’s Joey’s) but Cuz actually happened to have his own unicycle in his car.

So off we went.  Joey, Cuz, Thunder and me riding through parking lots to get to Baskin Robbins.  We got lots and lots of strange looks, probably because none of us were wearing helmets.

We each got something (and one of the somethings was free – we had a buy one, get one coupon) and sat outside with our bikes/unicycle to eat our rapidly melting ice cream.  We discussed and solved pretty much all of the world’s problems in the 30 minutes we sat there, and if anyone would take our advice I’m sure the world would be a much better place.

A glance at Cuz’s watch, though, told us we’d better head back home.  So we hopped on our bikes/unicycle and began pedaling home.

“STOP!” Cuz yelled, a few minutes later.  “There was a baby bird in the road back there.”  So we all pedaled back to the spot where the baby bird was laying in the road on his featherless back.  He was freshly hatched and still blind.  His little birdy tongue was flipping in and out of his beak.

“Ohhhh….” I whispered, looking at the poor thing.

Cuz glanced around quickly, trying to determine where the bird came from.  There were no nests, or anywhere a nest could possibly be built, within a reasonable distance.

We all looked sadly at the baby bird lying in the middle of the street.  (And we were totally blocking traffic this whole time, too.)  We knew we couldn’t just leave him there to be squished by a car, but we couldn’t very well put him back in his nest, either.  First of all, there was no nest to be found…and second of all, he was suffering and pretty much a goner.  It was hot last night.

Cuz gently scooped the birdy up and placed him on the side of the street.  “You probably want to leave now, Jenna,” he told me.

I rode my bike away as fast as possible.

Shortly, Cuz and Joey came riding over to me.

“It’s taken care of,” Joey assured me.  He then proceeded to ride his bike straight at me off a curb and then fall on the ground.

“OH!  I’m so sorry, was that my fault?” I gasped as Joey picked himself and his bike up.

“No, I really should know better than to ride my bike straight at you off a curb.  I really thought you’d move.”  He dusted off his hands, one of them was bleeding.

“I didn’t think you were really going to keep coming at me,” I said.  He’s right, I probably should have moved.

Later that evening, after Cuz was on his merry way (but we’re going to see him again on Friday), I asked, “So…how did you guys take care of that poor birdy?”

“Well, Cuz did it.  I couldn’t have done it.  But he did it very quick and painlessly.  Quite humane,” he assured me.

More humane than leaving the poor, featherless baby in the middle of the street, that’s for sure.

We always like hanging out with Cuz.  We’ll miss him when he moves to Indonesia in December, but until then we’ll continue causing trouble and solving problems over ice cream.  Hopefully next time he comes over we don’t have to euthanize a baby bird.

Jun24

Maturity.

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Maturity.

I hoped it wouldn’t happen.  I thought I could avoid it.

I think my irrational love affair with sugar and junk food is about to come to an end.  Basically the only reason I work out is so that I can eat tons of junk food and I totally fell off the working-out wagon the last, um, two months.  (But I was totally there this morning, Laura, and I missed you!)  I tend to eat dessert first.  Cheetos & lesser chips are my friends.  Sometimes I stay awake at night thinking up new dessert recipes to invent or try.  (It’s a wonder, really, that I’m not about 50 pounds heavier than I actually am.)

Yesterday we ran to Central Market for tortillas and sour cream (it was fajita night and I realized on Sunday evening that our tortillas had gone south and turned green — not appetizing) and we were forced to walk by the bakery cabinet.

“Woaaaahhhhhhhhh,” I breathed, as I looked at a hugely frosted cupcake.  There was so much frosting on that thing I couldn’t have fit it in my mouth if I’d tried.  It went from the bottom of my chin to the tip of my nose.

“We’ll take one of those,” Joey told the bakery man.  “The one with the most frosting.”

I gleefully carried the cupcake out of Central Market and set it on the counter at home.

And then, something surprising happened.  I forgot about it.

We ate dinner and cleaned it up before I remembered the cupcake was waiting for me.  I looked at it and my stomach said, “no, Jenna, don’t even think about it” and so I moved right along.

An hour later, I cut the cupcake in half and ate it.  My stomach said, “no more sugar, please” and so I left the rest of it on the counter and forgot about it again.

I found it there this morning at 5:30 as I was gettingt ready to walk out the door to go to the gym.  And then I threw the rest of it away.

Either I’m still recovering from being sick 2 1/2 weeks ago, or my stomach is finally growing out of its “sugarsugarsugarsugar instead of vegetables” stage that it has been in for the last 25 years.  It’s kind of bittersweet.

Jun12

Free Cheetos & Streaming Hometown News

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Free Cheetos & Streaming Hometown News

Here I am at Joey’s nerd meeting. I have a cup of….I totally forget what it’s called. Sierra Mist. I ate some candy and I used to have a whole big cup of Cheetos but Joey gave them to Ryan. Everyone else is watching Ryan’s presentation of something and I not paying attention at all.

I know, I know, I know.

The two reasons I came were:

  1. To eat free Cheetos
  2. To stream the news from back home

So I ate the Cheetos, now I am streaming the news. It is blowing me away. Hopefully the evil Cedar River will crest tomorrow and get out of my daddy’s office because no one invited it in the first place, it just waltzed in and made itself right at home. Jerk. It’s not even going to pick up after itself, neithers. I’d go home and help if I could.

May27

Bikes & Ice Cream

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Bikes & Ice Cream

Tonight, to celebrate Joey’s awesome skills at being a student, employee and husband, we are going to ride our bikes to Baskin Robbins and get ice cream with a coupon he found somewhere at DTS yesterday.  After, of course, we completely dismantle my bike, clean it, put grease or something on all the gears, and put it all back together.  (We were going to do this yesterday but somehow ran out of daylight.  Days off are never as long as you think they’ll be before you’re actually in them.)

So I hope it stops raining…otherwise the ride to Baskin Robbins may be kind of soggy.

May14

Eureka!

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Eureka!

I just made a surprising discovery.

There I was, standing in the kitchen in front of the fridge trying to decide if I preferred soda water or Sprite to go with my little cheese piece (it’s snack time). We were out of soda water in the downstairs fridge, so that left me with little choice.

Unfortunately, Sprite is too sweet for me sometimes. (This is kind of surprising, knowing how I love, love, love sugar.) But then it hit me…pour out half of the Sprite and add water.

Ching!

I dumped out 6 ounces of Sprite and filled the can with 4 ounces of water. I swirled it around and tentatively took a drink.

It was good! It’s just perfect, it’s Sprite flavored and a tiny bit fizzy, but it doesn’t have that syrupy texture that gets hard to swallow after a little bit. Also, it doesn’t have creepy diet chemicals that give me an instant headache.

So there you have it. Add water to your soda and you will like it better.