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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Gluten Free/Carnivore
This past week has been filled with everything but my favorite food group- carbs.
I am now gluten free.
That means no pasta, no bread, no cake, no cereal, no nothin.
I have literally had dreams of pasta; I miss it so much.
All I have been eating is salad, potatoes, and MEAT.
I love steak.
I am a carnivore.
I have been since before I could walk.
Meat was actually the inspiration for me to even start crawling.
Like many of my other monumental stages in my life, my brother was there to help me along.
He decided the most logical way to teach me to crawl was by sticking a yard stick in the back of my diaper and tying a piece of jerky to the end of it so that it dangled in front of me.
That was all the inspiration I needed.
Off I was crawling.
I feel so reassured that my brother is going to be a doctor.
When he sees someone who can't walk, he will simply hand them a yard stick and a bag of dried cow.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
No other compares
All you need as a kid is a good friend.
Well, it has been established I was a weird child, so when those friends weren't always around,
I made it work.
One of my best childhood friends I can remember, was named Oreo:
We shared everything. Even my ice cream.
He wasn't ours.
Oh no.
We are not dog people.
But we would have play dates.
He would follow me everywhere, listen to my stories, and actually play with me.
I don't know how hard it is for a dog to play the role of "dog" in the game of house though.
He was the best dog ever!
I miss this dog all the time.
My heart has never loved another dog the way I loved Oreo.
In fact I don't think it has loved a dog at all.
Oreo just kinda disappeared. I think the family that actually owned him moved away.
So we replaced him with a black and white cat named Miss Kitty....
Not as friendly...
She is still alive, barely.
I have decided that I will tell my children that I am allergic to all pets, including fish.
All they do is latch on to your heart and then die.
No fun at all.
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