desert encounters

Pull in the driveway after the movie. Instead of heading into the house, I open the back looking for my iPod. If I'm going to go for a hike tomorrow to "mull things over", I wanted my iPod, but knew it'd need charging.

While digging in the back, I hear a noise as if someone's walking on the gravel nearby. I had come across my Maglight already, so I found it again. Big old stinky javelina at the neighbors trash can. I see that hers isn't secured and can be knocked over by this critter.

So stupid me, I go to the edge of the driveway and pick up some gravel rocks and start hurling them at the javelina. He slowly wanders off. I go back to my searching in the car, and hear noise again in the gravel.

Okay, stupid of me. I probably pissed him off and he's going to come and get me.

I steel my nerves, grab the flashlight again, and find a bigger rock. I think I hit him that time and he ran off. Then found the iPod, locked the car quickly and ran inside.

Darn stinky creatures. I should talk to my neighbor about securing her trash can somehow.

trying too hard

Mr. Right Here and I went to see Borat tonight. I got there first, so I got the tickets. I was surprised that he wanted to go at the time he was thinking of since he doesn't seem like that much of a night person. Sure enough, didn't want to talk much after the movie. Might go for a hike this weekend, so I guess that'll give us enough time to talk.

Maybe it was because he was so tired, and maybe it was because I pissed him off in text messages this afternoon. He sent me a message saying how he was looking forward to kissing me. I made a smart ass comment to be cute, but he got mad. He wanted me to reciporciate the sentiment.

First of all, I'm new to texting. I don't consider it a way to convey serious feelings. And honestly it scared me a bit because I know that will start serious. And I know that I can get swept off my feet from hormones and emotions.

I texted back that I wanted to try and explain myself. Didn't get to tonight. So if he still wants to get together this weekend, I'll get my chance.

Perhaps because I pissed him off this afternoon, he was very distant. My hands got cold while waiting outside for him, and he made no move to hold my hand going in the theatre. I tried to hold his hand during the movie, but he barely showed interest. I tried to show how much a simple touch like that means, but I don't think he got the idea tonight (nothing vulgar, just simple intimacy). I felt as if I was trying too hard and getting nothing back in return.

So I'm going to have to try and explain that to him if I see him this weekend. I got spoiled with Mr. San Diego and his constant showering of physical attention with lots of hand holding, hand on the back, hand on the thigh, etc.

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My mom can't help but offer advice. I was floored tonight when she admitted that when she started dating my dad, she was seeing someone else. His response was to offer an engagement ring. She said that she knew she'd have to put up with something with that guy, and not with my dad. So she went with someone that she wouldn't have to put up with anything.

And she asked why I couldn't bring myself to want to move to San Diego. Maybe it's because I feel as if Mr. San Diego isn't offering much in terms of committment, which doesn't inspire me to committ.

Gluten woes

I wish I had kept the wrapper so I can bitch about them with specifics.

Last week at Sprouts, I was checking out their "bar" isle. Not liquor, but their energy, protein, etc. bars. I was looking for the gluten free ones. There was this new brand I never heard of, but they offered lots of flavors and had "gluten-free" all over. I picked up the apple cinnamon and chocolate raspberry one.

Finally this last weekend, I tried the apple cinnamon one. The package opened a bit too easy, and it was covered with a whitish film. I think there was a hole in the package and it went bad. It tasted terrible. I tossed it.

A couple days ago, I picked up the chocolate raspberry one. Remembering what happened last time, I checked to see if there was air in the package and to be sure it wasn't escaping. This had no white film on it. I took a bite. Not bad, but very sweet, and I couldn't taste the chocolate. I swallow the first bite. Then I see something on the back that made me sick.

Ingredients: chocolate liquor

WTF?? I've taked to several liquor experts throughout the last year. After hearing my condition, they have ALL agreed that chocolate liquor is not something I can have. I quietly mourned that loss Mozart is some fine tasting liquor. How can they call it gluten free if it has something that I'm not supposed to have?

I should have tried to throw up that bite I ate. With my hernia, reflux, and past history of puking, I try and avoid it all costs. I would perfer to give myself a shot of Zofran if I feel as if I'm going to puke.

Sure enough, yesterday was a bad day in the bathroom. Today is better, and by tomorrow it should have cleared out of my system.

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Oh, and I am baking my mom's cookies today. Tomorrow is her stores big anniversary day where there's free food. And all employees are supposed to bring cookies or something to help. While technially she works for the corporate office, she said she'd bring in cookies. She had bought a bunch of "place and bake" cookies, but has meetings all day. Since I'm an unemployed freeloader, I said I'd take care of the cookies.

But it really sucks when I can't lick the cooked crumbs off my hands or eat the "reject" cookies. I offered to make some gluten free cookies for the customers that could appreciate them. But she said they'd probably get eaten by everyone else by mistake. And I hate how lazy we are with this "place and bake" thing. It's not my nature to do this when I could make a simple chocolate chip cookie recipe in the time it takes the oven to preheat.