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2 Feb

Double You Tee EFF?!

The Text Message has changed not only the way we communicate but recently the way we Market and do business as well. We sign up for Text Clubs, we get text messages for discounts and sales at our favorite stores, and we all know to reply STOP to discontinue them. Last week I got a text from one of my favorite stores at the mall, shopped, and held up my BlackBerry at the checkout – as instructed – to get half off everything I bought. Seriously. TXT RULZ.

But we’ve also STOPPED TALKING TO EACH OTHER as a society. This ain’t your Mama’s world. We DON’T steal the cordless phone to have late-night chats with our Boyfriends anymore. We push the “Fuckoff” button on our phones when a human calls us, and then we text them to say “Hey I’m busy lemme call you in 10″ – just to get sidetracked and forget to call them anyhow.

I am the GUILTIEST of the guilty on this one. My friends and I have exchanged written messages in the high thousands in the last month. My own parents pretty much know that’s the way to get me. I go weeks without hearing my father’s voice on a phone or in person, but I text him every single day. I EMail my mother because she sucks at text. My sister moved to Virginia… I haven’t heard her voice since Christmas, but I’ve texted with her!

I’ve never really thought of consciously changing this. Why bother? Everyone does it. But yannow, NOT everyone. And I have a nightly (almost nightly, sometimes life gets in the way of that) TELEPHONE CONVERSATION that’s kinda’ been illustrating the benefits to me of human interaction. And I have to say, the thing I am finding most beneficial? Most of us can say ANYTHING in a text message. But to be forced to have the same conversation on a phone is to force yourself into a situation you may be a little less than comfortable with for a bit. Pulling yourself out of your element of safety and having that interaction is the real deal… a throwback to the days where you didn’t have 10 minutes to type and delete a response to a question about yourself.

So I am making this decision to CALL my parents and friends a little bit, TALK to people in person… I just looked through my phone into the people who I text with the most and they’re first on my list of near-future phone calls. More face time, less text, and more direct vocal conversation. I might be making it in February – but THAT is my 2011 Resolution.

<3 NF

Celiac’s Disease: A Dietary Nightmare

25 Nov

If you haven’t heard of Celiac’s Disease, or heard the word “gluten” tossed around, chances are you make your home under a large rock and enjoy staying under there. By now, Celiac’s and “gluten intolerance” are pretty much mainstream terms. But I’ll be damned if anyone who doesn’t have it or have a friend with it knows what it is. Hell, I was diagnosed in 2005 and I am still learning about it. Gluten is a nasty little protein. But it throws everyone for a loop that it’s technically a protein, but it’s found in wheat, which makes us all think of carbohydrates – which we see as the opposite of protein. It makes my head spin.

Not to mention what it does to my intestines.

Luckily (unluckily?) I do not have the most extreme case of Celiac’s Disease. There are people who can’t even stand in the same room as a bag of flour, or they break out in hives or get violently ill. I try to steer clear of the evil protein. But, it’s in pizza. It’s in beer. It’s in vodka. It’s everywhere. So… sometimes I ignore it. My resulting agony isn’t “that bad” although, yes, I know, I am doing damage to my intestines, I am well aware of. There’s no difference between someone smoking cigarettes knowing they’re damaging themselves, and a Celiac eating gluten-containing foods. Wheat is an addiction, people!!!

And lest I mention that there IS a “gluten-free” alternative to every single gluten-y food out there. Gluten Free Pizza. Gluten Free Pasta. Gluten Free Bagels! The list goes on, but TRIPLE (sometimes worse) the price of their yummy, glutenous counterparts. Eat Pavone’s pizza and bloat-up, unbutton your jeans and deal with it… or blow 10 bucks on a “personal” GF pizza the size of ONE slice, that tastes like a cardboard cutout. Hmm.

It’s miserable. And in Wegman’s last week I saw a children’s book called “Mommy, What Is Celiac’s Disease?” and at the bottom it said “The Sunny Side of being Gluten-free”. I just do NOT know how I would begin to try and tell lies that big to my child. Sunny side? The only sunny side to being Gluten Free is that you feel fantastic physically. Mentally and emotionally it’s WRETCHED. Restaurant navigation is nearly impossible, unless you choose places with a GF menu (I think there are 3 in the entire greater Syracuse area). You go to a friend’s for pizza and wings and need to BRING your own pizza, and you can smell theirs while you put cardboard topped with crappy cheese in your mouth… so much fun. Sunny side, my ass.

My digestive system is pretty much the only thing I have to bitch about so I figured it was time for a good old-fashioned rant. Cheers!

<3 NF

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