Journey Beyond Survival

So, the good part is that I probably got 20 miles in as I walked back and forth, back and forth sticking my house into a room.  Oh.  That's right.  Into a room. See, we are crazy.  Yep.  I've notified Hubbend that he is now equally deserving of my crazy certification.  We will now move all of that stuff into a storage unit.  Now that Mr. International Negotiator is gone and we can breathe a bit.  Then when we finally find someone willing to take our down payment for a house, or another job, or rent to us month to month while we wait for the other two to happen, we will move again. Just thinking about it burns calories.  Doncha see the sweaty steam rising off the screen there?  Whew!  We live[d] in a home provided as a business perk.  We were not sure what Mr. International Negotiator was going to do.  Kick us out on the spot? We put this at about 15% probability.  Give us ___ days to turn off the lights and mai...

So, I've been digging around in a few archives.  I loved the GAG camaraderie that came in 2009. So, when I saw Christine from My Long Hot Summer Challenge 's like to THIS site, I was excited!  Turns out it's starting October 1st, and there's still time for everyone to enter.  If you do it soon.  Like it HERE on it's Facebook page, and we'll all have a ton of fun together. Even if you decide not to do it, I hope you'll bear with me.  Because of the Beast, I'm going to have to go sugar free through at least the New Year.  I should be able to have fruit in a couple more weeks or so, and some dairy and normal carbs.  It's going to be really hard though. Speaking of the Beast , it seems to be working. Hallelujah!!! So after I finished writing this post, I immediately went and ate a bowl of date pie with ice cream, a gourmet carmel apple, and a candy bar.  I kid you not.  Nor do I exaggerate.  I'm so relieved to have the Beast tak...

The question is:  Do you have your gas mask on?  Because if you don't, you want to leave right now.  The fumes are going to seep through the interwebs any instant now.  Plug your nose! I felt it coming on yesterday.  Yeah.  Rumblings and threatenings all around. Stupid Beast. So yesterday I ate Leeks, Kale, Swiss Chard, (with onions and garlic and olive oil) But I also ate too too many black beans with tomatoes, raw garlic, raw onion beaten till frothy and creamy and spread on my Wasa.  I almost cried at it's similarity in texture to all my beloved toppings of old.  But it helped fill the need for a different texture. To top it all off I ate boiled cabbage.  A couple bowlfuls.  Yup. So, I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.  Makes me wish I lived with the BFG in his Dreamland and whizpoppers are fabulous, fun and important.  Yup.  That would be nice.  It was the first time Hubbend asked how long...

Okay. Deep breath. Again. Okay. So . . . I hate to alarm you, but I have a rather prolonged problem over here.  At least two years in the making I would say.  I've seen two doctors, and used four or five over the counter remedies.  Sounds like  a problem, right? But, it goes back even farther than that.  At the ripe age of fifteen years old, I had a septic hip , which is basically a staph infection that invades a joint.  In other words, it declares nuclear warfare and plays for keeps.  If they hadn't operated immediately I would have lost my hip joint within a couple of days. As you can imagine they blasted me with the full arsenal of antibiotics. They left the incision open for 4 days in order to be able to administer antibiotics directly to the joint.  I know, I know.  GROSS.  Sorry, I just find myself repeating the gory details like a labor and delivery story.  Or a combat tale. Anyway, I found myself after this wi...