Gluten-Free Thanksgiving

I've started my gluten-free Thanksgiving baking. I made cookies with chocolate toffee bits in them. I've baked chocolate chip banana bread. I have also made a loaf of sandwich bread, rolls, and bread dough to make into caramel rolls sometime this week. Oh....and I used some older gluten-free bread to make dried bread for stuffing.

I will be working on the pumpkin pies when I get there. I have gluten-free brownie mix and gluten-free rice krispies to make rice krispy treats.

I found my favorite bread mix. It comes in a green box...and I can't remember the name right now. But I had tried another kind of bread mix and the bread just fell apart after I baked it. But this one was an actual sandwich bread mix. I was able to bake it, let it cool, and then slice it pretty thin and it stayed together. So we will use that for Turkey sandwiches and toast this week.

I will eventually get my recipes on here, but I just had to share how much stuff I am able to do gluten-free. (it's pretty much everything really).

I'll keep ya'll posted on how well it all goes over. I'm hoping to get my family to eat one gluten-free meal with me just so they know that it's not all bad. There's nothing to be afraid of. I already got Martie's boyfriend, Neal to like the chocolate toffee cookies. Score one for this mommy!!!

Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving everyone!

Gluten-Free

I think I'm gonna (as well as posting inspiring stories) start posting about my gluten-free journey. I started it a couple months ago and then quit. But I started it again yesterday. I think it would be kinda fun to share recipes and tips about my favorite gluten-free products.

Like I said, I re-started this again yesterday. I weighed myself yesterday morning and then carefully monitored what I ate to make sure it was gluten-free. When I weighed myself this morning I had already lost 3 pounds. I was shocked! I really wasn't expecting it to work that fast.

I'm really excited about Thanksgiving and Christmas and have given myself a personal challenge to eat exactly what everyone else is eating...but make the gluten-free version.

For Thanksgiving:
I have a pie crust recipe and plan to make myself (and my daughter) a gluten-free pumpkin pie. We have gluten-free cream soups, so I will make us a green bean casserole. And don't forget the stuffing, rolls, and of course the gravy!!! My challenge is gonna be to make all these things for us, so we don't miss out on anything. Good thing the turkey is gluten-free...lol.

I will share how this goes as I make them...and I'll share how good (or not good) they were.

And here's my inspiration for you for the day:

From a strictly Mathematical Viewpoint:
What equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%? What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11=98%

and
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5=96%

but,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5=100%

AND, look how far the love of God will take you:
L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D
12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4=101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

God said "NO"

So I decided to go through forwards I've gotten through e-mail and have printed out. I found a lot of very inspirational stories, poems, and other things. I'm always running out of ideas to make my blog more interesting, so I'm gonna start posting some of these periodically. They will reflect what is speaking to me at the moment...so you'll still get a glimpse of me through them. Here goes!!!

God said "NO"
I asked god to take away my habit.
God said, "No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up to me."

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, "No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary."

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, "No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned."

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, "No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you."

I asked God to spare me pain.
He said, "No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
He said, "No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful."

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said. "No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all thigs."

I asked God to hel pme LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said, "...Ahhh, finally you have the idea."

"May the Lord bless youand keep you,
May the Lord make His face shine upon you,
and give you peace...Forever"

My baby boy

Today I did one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I buried our most recent angel baby. We named him Isaac Samuel. I've had 8 miscarriages, but have never been able to actually bury our babies.

We picked out a nice little box to put his remains in and then I used a wooden recipe box to put that little box in along with cards and letters from us as his family.

He's not too far from us. There is a small tree in our backyard and I thought it was the perfect place for my sweet angel. I bought a cross marker that has his name and the date that he passed. I placed flowers by his tiny grave and a stone on top of his place of rest.

I know to most people, a miscarriage means nothing but a woman losing a pregnancy that would have one day been a baby....but to a woman who has had a miscarriage they are losing an actual baby. Someone they wanted to get to know and watch grow up. A woman already loves her baby from the moment that she finds out this tiny person is real. (aka...a positive pregnancy test).

I know most people think that life is supposed to just go on like normal, but I just can't do that. I have to grieve like any other person that loses a loved one. I made a good step today. I was able to get motivated to clean my house and do some work that I've been neglecting. I thought this was a great step in the right direction. I know that I can continue to move on because of today.

Sorry if this post seems too personal, but it's like I said...I am pretty sure it's just for my benefit anyway.

Battle Raging

I have found that I can pretty much say whatever I need to on here....I think I'm the only one who reads it. But it makes me feel better to get it out. So I guess here goes the post for myself.

I'm struggling today. I can feel a battle raging internally with me. I have negative feelings battling with positive feelings and I'm really not sure which ones I'm rooting for.

I would love to tell you that I want the positive feelings to win, but the negative feelings are so strong at this point that I just want to let them take over. But there's something that won't let me give in to them. And deep down, somewhere, I know that I can't let them win.

On one hand I'm trying to grieve with joy (how does that happen?) but yet I want to be angry with the world and with life. I want to give in and say that I am just not blessed like others....but then where is the promise of God in all that? I want to say that I have a great and wonderful purpose...but it seems as if all that I try, I fail at.

Can you see the battle raging? I know I need to fight for the positive, but I just can't see past the negative at this point.

I see so many others with tremendous gifts and talents. With so many friends that surround them. And then there's me. I sing...but with nowhere to sing, what's this gift for? I have a couple acquaintances and even a couple that I'd like to call close friends...but I don't have much in common with them. I'm the only one I know that does not know what it's like to be pregnant or have a baby or young child. All I know is a teenager...and even then, I have been ridiculed that we stepped out of God's will to adopt her.

Believe me...I want to believe all the good. But may I quote a movie that I really like? "The bad stuff is harder to believe." (Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman) Sometimes this is really how I feel.

I'm sorry that this is such a negative post...but until this battle is won, I'm stuck in the middle of the fight and I'm so tired. I'm so, so tired.

When I Grow Up

I've been wondering a lot today what I want to be when I grow up. Yes, I know, I'm almost 30 so shouldn't I be grown up enough? Obviously not. I feel so restless where we are. I love people in our community, I really like my job, and I love having a house that we don't pay rent or payments on....but I just want more.

I feel like we go through everyday just "getting by" and that doesn't seem right. Ok, so we can't have a baby...now what? Ok, so the system won't let us adopt again...now what? We feel excluded from our community...and to be honest I have only 1 real close friend here...and we only have time for once a week or even once every two weeks. I usually get away and get my "different life" fix by going to eastern Kansas...but I don't even have time to do that lately. And to be honest when I call them I've found that they are usually busy and don't have time to chat...so I kinda quit making the effort.

I have started a new relationship with someone who I've found I can call at 3:00 am and she will answer and let me cry. In fact for awhile we were chatting about twice a day. I love having someone to talk to when I need them...but then I feel so guilty that it kills that too. I just don't have answers.

I really, really need something more in my life right now, but I can't figure out what it is. Am I restless? Is there a hole somewhere in my life that needs filled? What's up? Why don't I feel like my life is being fulfilled? I've been searching in different places to see what it is that I need. I've tried getting organized...doesn't make me feel any better, just more organized. I've tried doing more things for Scott and Martie. Things such as making better meals, keeping the cupboards stocked better, getting the dishes done sooner...but I'm just getting filled up with good food.

So, my question still goes unanswered....What am I supposed to be when I grow up?

Moments

What else can I call this post? There are just moments in life that you can't put in a title. Some are good, some are bad, and some you just can't define. How do you label a moment when you are sad, but can't be sad for the person you are sad about? I know, doesn't make much sense. Let me get it out.

We are re-arranging our basement (and putting part of our upstairs, downstairs to rid the clutter upstairs). So I am moving all my scrapbooking stuff. I get to my table tonight and right on the top of everything is the last papers I put on the table to file away for scrapbooking...eventually. What is it? It's the program from my Grandma Pollock's funeral. While I can go most days without getting emotional about it, mostly because she lived 16 hours away and I tend to pretend I just haven't spoken to her in awhile, tonight hit me hard. I looked at the verses spoken, poems read, and songs sung....and it hit me. My Grandma is not here to speak with. I know it's not good-bye forever, just "see ya later" but it hit me that I don't know when I will get to see her again.

I have 3 Grandpas up in heaven, but Grandma JoAnn was the first Grandma that I lost. I know she loved me, and I loved her. Maybe that's why it's hard...the first of something is always hard.

I don't know if it's biblical to think this way, but I tend to feel that she's with me a lot of the time. I imagine that she's watching over me. And with as many butterflies as I see, it's got to be true. When I see one, I usually say hi to it, as if talking to her. Yes, label me crazy, but I do it. I did something similar (and still do) with my Grandpa Pollock. When I'm singing in the van I pretend he's in there with me listening...so I always try to sing my best.

I guess I just had a moment that I missed her like crazy. (ok...it's been an emotional night for other things too)

So I guess my next scrapbook project will be to get the page done for my Grandma. I think it will be good therapy.

And God, can you please tell my Grandma that I love her and miss her? Give her a hug for me. Oh...and don't forget Grandpa. Tell him it's from his "Melissa Dawn".

Here's a poem that was found in my Grandma's Bible and was read at her funeral. I feel the need to hold on to it dearly.

ON THE TWENTY THIRD PSALM
"In pastures green"? Not always; sometimes He who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me in weary ways where heavy shadows be.

And "by still waters"? No, not always so; ofttimes around me the heavy tempests round me blow, and o'er my soul the waves and billows go.

But when the storm beats loudest and I cry aloud for help, the Master standeth by, and whispers to my soul, "Lo, it is I".

So where He leads me, I can safely go, and in the blest hereafter I shall know, why, in His wisdom, he hath led me so.