hlmauera | Nov. 1st, 2014

Today we (my parents and I) spent the day with my Aunt Marilyn, Uncle Mike, and cousin Andrea. Andrea had a reduction surgery on Tuesday so we thought maybe some quiet company would be welcome. She was pretty sore and quiet but, I think, glad to see us. The have a new puppy who is absolutely adorable- a husky, Australian cattle dog, lab mix.

She spent a good portion of the day trying to provoke my parents' dog, Missy, who wanted nothing to do with her.

(she has a skunk stipe up the back of her tail!)

I wanted to bring her home with me but she wouldnn't have been happy here with me gone 11 hours a day and no one else to play with.
We had a nice visit but food was quite frustrating. Before we left, I asked mom "what am I doing for food today?" She shrugged and indicated she thought Marilyn would fix something. I had concerns about this laissez faire way of handling it but I didn't have a lot of alternatives either. Unfortunately, I was proven to be correct in my concern. For lunch Marilyn fixed tacos. I figured it would be ok, I just wouldn't have cheese or sour cream. But then I read the ingredients on the packaged seasoning after she'd dumped it in with the meat "whey." Ok I guess no meat...my taco consisted of re-fried beans, salsa, and olives. Not exactly tasty but filling. Then for a snack before we left she made caramel corn. I love caramel corn but I couldn't and didn't have a single bite. I was glad I'd brought ginger cookies with me but it was a bit frustrating. I realize my aunt had no idea why I couldn't eat those things, even though she knew I was non-dairy. She didn't check the ingredients on the seasoning package, after all, why would there be milk in it? And for some reason she didn't associate butter with milk today. Mom offered to make me some plain popcorn but that isn't very tasty either. Of course, we usually stop at DQ either on the way up or the way back but we obviously couldn't do that today. We did eat at the Chinese restaurant in Junction City. It's not gourmet food but it was ok. A bit greasy but I didn't go to bed hungry or have to fix something at home. I tried to be a good sport and I think no one noticed that it was frustrating to me, except my mom and only because she asked. I expect that this is just going to be my life and it doesn't do any good to make a stink every time someone doesn't consider my dietary restrictions. I guess eventually I'll figure out how to deal with these sorts of things. I don't know if that means I just always bring my own food or what but I'll figure it out.

At least I got puppy loves.