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Back From Out There

I have been missing in action. Kind of.IMG_5162
Here in the blog world I have been.
In the outer limits, though, I have been most busy and active and goin and blown. That world where I have to walk around and have one on one conversation. Interact. Fix things. Pay bills. Pull weeds. Reprimand. Drive. Clean toilets. Say goodbye to loved ones. Mourn. Dance. Lose cats. Travel. Lose weight. Gain weight. Tutor. Fight city hall. Reveal. Buy coffee makers. Enjoy family. Swim. Birthday people. Cook meals. Watch mind numbing TV. Argue. Make up. Entertain. Get new cat. Replace pool plumbing. Watch from afar. Wonder where all the time goes and when I will ever get to working on the blog(s) again.

I have decided to change my website/blog- I am not longer JUST deletewheat.com. I have christypetty.com now. Where you are now reading.

My changing the world to gluten free one post at a time got jumbled up with my rants, raves, Bible studies, birthdays and other outer limit goings on I need to share.

I want to be more ‘professional’ on the delete wheat.com. It is serious business, changing the world to be gluten free. I want to step up my business, which is not much more than a good idea right now. I don’t think peoples will want me to coach them into a life of gluten freedom, or a restaurant will hire me to train their staff, based on my post my dogs or grandkids or my last rabbit chasing.

So now my fans have a choice of which to read first. The life and times, of I’m not so Petty, or getting the info they need to live gluten free with Delete Wheat.

I am making up for lost time by giving two venues for ME. Woo Hoo!!

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My 2013 Christmas Present

After much whining and begging and repeated searches on Craigslist Keith said I could replace my/not mine but my grandmothers piano that was given to mom for me, but my brother got when mom died ,piano. I like to plink a bit, t and find some kind of peace wasting time trying to play piano. AND I saw some really cool upright antiques on Pinterest that were painted and looked soooo cute and would go so well on that wall…. Keith though is too practical and in his universe he see’s no use for a big hunk of heaviness for a bit of plinking. So his giving in to my impractical desires, was/is huge!! 

 I thought this would be easy and cheap, it seems someone I know is always giving away or getting free pianos. Pianos are  in craigslist for free and under $100. Advertising they sounded good, might need a little tuning. Heck, the one I had was not tuned in over 50 years and it sounded amazing. In this piano shopping I have found that “need tuning’ means missing keys, the wires that exist are tied up to each other, and antique of course mean beat up piece of crap. 

Last week we woke up early on Saturday, , so we decided to drive to Lubbock (just over 100 miles away)to check out a couple of the ‘need’s tuning’ pianos there.  Bust. What keys played, damaged our hearing.  While in town we searched some more, realizing we may have to up the amount spent.  We found a gorgeous looking piano on Craigslist, but at this point knew looks were usually deceiving. We contacted the guy, turned out he was in Plano, not returning for a couple of days.  We decided to do a bit of Christmas shopping, head home and then come back in a week.  All this time in Lubbock we are hauling the flatbed trailer to ‘get’ our piano.  We hauled it back home empty. Did not even get to go to Costco, cause they close at 6 on Saturday- Bummer

We talk to the pretty piano guy during the week and are pretty sure this is the piano, it is gorgeous. He describes that it was last tuned about 15 years ago and he does not play, just has the piano for the furniture piece that it is.  My logic goes back to the lack of tuning my old piano had and it playing good. I KNOW it will be right. Keith has his doubts.

Thursday night, Lee, our oldest says he has heard it is to rain in Lubbock on Friday, and maybe we should borrow a covered trailer from friends. Weird, our forecast has just said we would be in the 50-60 and dry and sunny until after Christmas. We checked out the Uhaul rentals in Lubbock, the Uhaul center confirms having covered trailers available, I ask Keith if we should reserve, he said “No, they will have them tomorrow, besides we were not sure we would get the piano.” He might not be, but I am sure.

Friday morning we get up and get ready to run to the Christmas play of two of the grandkids, and check the forecast which says Midland and Lubbock both have 90% chance of rain.  I call my friend with the covered trailer, her house is right next to the school . Her son borrowed the trailer this week and has not brought it back, but we could pick it up at his house. Keith says ” The rain is not suppose to come till late, maybe tonight, we can rent a covered one in Lubbock, we still don’t know if we are buying”   We go to the play- The weather is cold, but it does not look like rain at all, it will be fine.

We discuss how ‘we’ will move it, the now owner said he would help a bit, but he sounded a bit iffy on his ability to actually be of help. Keith said ” With the dolly and straps he was pretty sure we could get it, as long as we had not big steps to maneuver . And he had contacted a guy that would come help us move it for $100, but we are not sure we are getting it, we will call him when we decide.

We get to Lubbock for an early lunch and go to our favorite Pei Wei and have our favorite Gluten free shrimp sdkfss. The weather is dry and cold.  We come out and Keith is grumping, because we should have brought our flat bed trailer.  We call the guy and tell him we are a bit early, he says come on over. When we get to his place we see that he is moving, not just going to be out of town beginning in two days. The piano is what we hoped for, Keith tries to get him to come down, just for the game of bartering, he won’t budge. We tell him we are going to go get a trailer, and explain why we did not bring ours, though it does not look like rain, just cold overcast. We will be back within the hour. It is a deal.

As we drive over to the UHaul center, that had the list of available covered trailers for 71$, Keith says he just realized he left the phone # of the guy to help move in his other jeans. And that piano IS heavy. This guy had an option to deliver to Midland, maybe that would be about the same, since we were looking at renting a trailer. Keith searches his cell and finds one of the few movers he had checked with, calls and asks the guy how much to Midland. $800. Nope, we will be doing the moving.

Inside UHaul, the personnel, 2 women and a man greet us across the store and ask us our need, Keith is getting off the phone from one of the boys and I start to describe the need for a covered trailer, then Keith picks it up.  A woman named La Crissy (yes we are in West Texas) asks when, we say  “Now”.  She says ” Not gonna happen, there are none available, we should have reserved.

I say ” The site says you have them available.”

LaCrissy ” That site ain’t right.”

Keith is now asking about lifts/dollies and such

The man asks what we are moving.

La Crissy is explaining Tech students are moving mid term.  ” There is nutting to rent, we should have reserved.”

“A Piano.”

I am getting miffed at the LaCrissy spouting unhelpful things.

The guy begins to explain we really would want a trailer with a ramp,  and the un covered short one may work.

We are talking to him and out loud about the weather and if it going to actually rain, and we have flatbed at home,….

La Crissy interrupts the guy trying to help us solve our delimma and says to him “Don’t talk to them, I am taking care of this.”

My head screams “SERIOUSLY??” I bite my tongue and growl instead of saying “what the F chick?” I turn around and mumble obscenities as I leave the store and Keith and start searching out other rental places in town.  I find another UHaul with the uncovered trailer, that has a fold down back/ramp and it still does not look like rain, we have a tarp just in case.  I text the guy and say it will be more like 3 before we can get things worked out. I go in and tell Keith I have found a trailer. He has just finished a second attempt with La Crissy, and been put on a list for them to find him one. Keith says he got a call from Lee, it is raining in Midland.  Lee found a covered trailer at U Haul in Levelland and Brownfield. Keith calls about door height, decides the piano won’t fit, with dolly underneath, per measurement he remembered that the piano dude told him. Keith grumps about getting a flat bed when we have one at home… It starts to sprinkle.

We drive across town,they have a covered like we just gave up, in the lot, already rented. The door is taller than me, the piano would fit. We try to convince them to rent the already rented one to us and we will bring it back before it is needed in AM.  No luck.  We hook up to trailer and pull out of lot. It starts to rain.

We stop at Sutherlands to buy another tarp. I text the piano dude, ‘ 3:10’.  We come out with tarp and bungie cords, it is raining more, and it has dropped about 20 degrees. It is now 35 degrees.  We arrive at the house, the piano dude asks ” Where is the help?”

“We’re it.”

We strap the piano onto the floor dollies we brought. The men tilt and I push under. I did not get it centered the first try- Keiths foot had been in the way. They push it out. I am told as they get to the door I get to lift on back as they lift on front across threshold and down little brick step off at walk. I took off my coat and throw it back in house- Once we get to trailer, the wheels and expanded metal don’t cooperate, then the metal floor ridges hamper more pushing. As we struggle one of the guys who are repairing the fence for the new buyer of the house runs over to help. He is Navajo,from Denver, he has been in Lubbock 2 weeks, he  reeks of alcohol. The 20$ Keith gave him probably helped him stay that way.

It is raining. We are wrap and strap the piano- It a steady soft rain.  I ask Keith if we should cancel our trip to the new Costco? He said he wanted to go and the piano was covered and running down road or sitting would not be any different.

Costco was great! Found giant loaves of Udi’s Gluten free bread, and lots more goodies. As we are inside we realize that noise is the pouring rain outside.  When we get out it is still pouring.  Keith said we are eating at West Crust, to have there gluten free pizza.  I am nervous about the piano being out in all this rain and cold. Keith says it is wrapped, nothing more can be done. Have faith.  The pizza was great.

We remember we needed to pick up tamales at Pedro’s for our Christmas eve dinner, so start heading out to catch them before they close.  It is now 7 pm raining raining raining and cold. We stop for gas and Keith sends me to Auto Zone next door for a tarp. Either 5×10 or 6×12– I tell the clerk that when he asks what I need. He hands me the tarp I pay and leave.  A guy standing in the rain between AZ and the gas station asks me for money. I tell him maybe but my hands are full now. I get to Keith is under the awning, he unwraps the tarp and throws it out, it is about 5×4. The guy pulled the wrong size, no wonder it was so cheap. We cover the front half of the trailer. We give the begging guy $7 as we drive out.

The right lane of the roads are running rivers, the rain is pouring, each car that passes throws water so we can’t see till the wipers swipe twice. This is in drought stricken West Texas, on the day we are hauling a 1900 sawn oak piano 115 miles. We start reasoning on the rain letting up once we start towards home, since it moved in from south, it won’t be raining there anymore.  We pick up the tamales on the way out.  It starts to rain harder. The short tarp is flapping, in the wind that has started to blow much stronger now that we are on the highway.

Just outside  Lamesa, our halfway point stop, the tarp is only held by one front corner and is flapping like a sail. Keith slows down from the below limit of 50 to way below of 40.  He does not want to stop in the rain, the piano is still wrapped in two tarps, the top one was just extra. We will drive on to a gas station with an awning.  At the station, 2 other vehicles are tying down their cargo. It reminds me of the Grinch and his over loaded sleigh.  It is about 35 degrees and the wind is blowing now. As I stand on the wheel well and catch the rope that Keith throws me from the other side, my legs start to shake, my butt cheeks too.

We are back on the road, it has taken us an hour and a half on what normally takes minutes to drive.  It is still pouring rain. Evan calls to say he is off work and is very excited because we are finally getting some more rain in Midland. Grrrrrr.

Another hour and a half and we are finally home. Our roads are soup from all the rain, the mud squashes over the top of my boots as I open the gate. I get my car out of the garage and we back the trailer into the garage. We can’t call the boys over to help us unload after 10 PM.  We take off the short tarp, which is now much shorter and shredded. Then unhook the next extra large tarp, the tarp wrapped piano underneath is completely dry.

We prayed on the way to Lubbock. Prayed in Pei Wei. Prayed on way to mans house. Prayed in parking lot of U Haul. Prayed as we left Costco. Prayed when we ate at West Crust. Prayed as we left Lubbock. I prayed silently every time I looked back at flapping tarps.

God is amazing. In the midst of our storm He kept the piano dry. Just as the Isrealites crossed the Red Sea bed without getting mud on their feet.

My Christmas present is a gorgeous piano, something Keith had sworn he would not have. My Christmas present is God  knowing my concerns, my wants  providing just what I needed.  He did not dry up the rain, nor the roads. He did not remove the obstacles. The La Crissy’s of the world. Yet the results are exactly what I needed. IMG_0084

God does not remove all the sins, all the obstacles of this world.  He did provide a way  for us, to prosper and not be ashamed. He provided a Salvation in the midst of a storm.   One way, Jesus Christ, His one and only Son, born as a babe laying in a manger.

 

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The Masterpiece

Yes He is THE Masterpiece. Don’t wait for better, there is no better. Don’t wait. There may be no tomorrow.

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The Masterpiece

By Michael Youssef, Ph.D.

There is a story about a wealthy man and his only son who travelled the world together collecting priceless paintings by Van Gogh, Monet and many other masters. Tragically, the son died at war while rescuing others. Distraught and lonely, the old man dreaded the upcoming Christmas day.

Christmas morning, a young soldier knocked on his door and said, “I’m a friend of your son. I’m one of the ones he rescued.” Then the soldier presented a picture he had painted of the son. Though the picture lacked genius, the brokenhearted father saw the features of his precious son and immediately valued this painting above all the masterpieces in his home. Every day, the father gazed at the portrait and told his housekeeper of his great love for it.

When the father died, the art world buzzed with excitement over the sale of his…

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Gluten Free IS Our Way

Been doing and going and being very busy. Always gluten-free. As long as it is my choice.

Recently several of my gluten-free clan have had an infiltration of wheat gluten. The youngest grandchild was given goldfish crackers, accidentally. The child care staff had some newbies. The typical apology, with follow-up of observation of he did not get sick right away, maybe it will be ok, this time, comment was given to his mom.  Then, just a week later, he stole some goldfish from another child at snack time. He found out those gold-fish taste way better than the raisins all the gf  kids get while the others get their exceptionally good snacks.  Another grandchild has had a flare up with his psoriasis, he recently started kindergarten, and the family went on a mini vacation and of course ate out for 3 days, so there is no telling where he ingested wheat. Keith and I both had wheat somewhere sometime, either fries coated with something, or the chili verde at the new Mexican restaurant, that looked a bit thick. Or something at Johnny Carino’s really wasn’t gluten-free.  The 3 weeks of indigestion and frequent  bathroom trips are just starting to slow down. I went into Evans apartment  a month ago and found him eating Pringles potato chips, and showed him the content list with wheat gluten on the back of the canister. He  had not thought to look on chips, and I had not told him Pringles are forever off-limits. He has been a grump and  ‘slow’, for weeks and now I know why.

Thank God, we don’t drop dead when we ingest wheat, like those who are allergic to peanuts could when they breathe peanut butter fumes. We would all be dead and buried a long time ago. When wheat does pass our lips per accident of the server, and we catch them, we always get the typical apology and then” well you didn’t die so it mustn’t be that bad” kind of response. They just don’t get that it sets off a chain reaction that begins in a few days and lasts for weeks, if not months, and it  is not just a stomach ache.  Yes, many of us will have stomach (bowel) issues, sometimes before we can even leave the restaurant, but there is soooo much more. Our immune systems begins to attack the body, to rid itself of this poison that has entered it. Migraines, joint pain, fibromyaliga flares, psoriasis (grandsons went from an itch to a bleeding sore in just a week) Addictive cravings for wheat, just as a recovered alcoholic would have if you slipped him some alcohol. ADD/ADHD. Sleeplessness. Night terrors. Muscle cramps. diarrhea, constipation, acne flare up, asthma, indigestion, skin rashes, more susceptible to infections. The ingestion of wheat causes a reaction that leads to another that leads to another.

t distressing to say, but, I don’t think I have been totally wheat free for more than 6 months, due to some ‘mess up’, either of my own, or some bonehead in a restaurant. This is frustrating, to say the least. The mistakes I make have been from not reading a label thoroughly, or from having a tried and true gluten free item change it’s ingredients.  Why does Blue Bell Chocolate ice cream have wheat in it? Why must McDonald’s put wheat on their french fries?

The gluten full  public don’t seem to take the gluten less population seriously. Or they just don’t care.  Somehow we gluten free are deemed as health nuts, hippies, freaks. I know when we ask for no bun on our burgers they always seem surprised that  we do want fries and cheese and not just vegetables. Jason’s always brings ‘baked’ healthy chips with the GF sandwiches. Most of us are not watching our carbs, we are not eating healthy, we want all the sweets and fattening stuff out there, just without wheat/gluten.  I don’t know what one with a peanut allergy has to ask for or watch out for when eating out, but I would bet if they do ask the server about peanuts in food, the server will bend over backward to make sure no peanut gets in the customer.Why doesn’t a peanut allergy person get called ‘one of those’ ? The gluten full public seems to have the attitude that we gluten less are making up our illness. We don’t look sick. Like the diabetic doesn’t look sick, until their glucose gets too high.  If one in a wheelchair goes to a restaurant they are given a table that can accommodate the chair, less traffic from those passing by.  When we go to a restaurant and ask for gluten free menus for both, we are brought bread and croutons on our salad. Is it being inconsiderate or ignorant?

There are probably about 10 families in our church that know they are GF.  Recently our church started serving all gluten free communion. PRAISE! For years, we have just passed up the little stale crackers. (No big loss) and concentrated harder on ‘the Body’  while others chewed. 😉 The reason for the change is another GF joined our ranks in the church, the new Pastors wife. Having an ‘in’ has it’s benefits! At first there was a question and trial on how to serve to those few that were GF; Have them raise their hands and be served from special plate? Have them go to back where GF communion was set up?  They asked me to brain storm with them for ideas. It was a short storm. Just serve EVERYONE gluten free! The crackers are blech anyway, gluten free won’t hurt anyone, and gluten full would! We had a couple of hand raising communions, then they started the everyone eat GF. I am sure some are @#%&* about the cracker change, but if they are, they got more to deal with that GF crackers anyway. 😉

I, we, have been passive about our being gluten free. Cringing when we hear of those who are gluten free and cause scenes by having all the condiment bottles cleaned for traces of wheat contamination. I think we have felt some shame on having to ask about coating on fries, or wheat thickener in soup. I know I search the menu for something that just can not have wheat in it to avoid the conversation at all. We don’t want to inconvenience. I am realizing though the concern is not reciprocated. Most people are not concerned for us or ours. They themselves do not want to be inconvenienced.  In truth it is their  job, whether a waitress, cook, child care giver, teacher is serve, the patron whether it be gluten free or not.  Celiac disease/gluten intolerance/wheat allergy is an illness, an autoimmune disease, it should be accommodated, by us and by those who are in contact with us, not opposed. We should expect it, we pay for it.  And if we don’t expect respect for our gluten free request, we will pay in another way.

 

 

 

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Change in the Wind

I know, I know, I know. I changed the look of the blog TWICE in 24 hours.  But most of you don’t follow me that close, especially if I don’t post, which I haven’t.  I will though, get back in the swing of posting. Another change.

The season is changing, so my routine may too. Or my lack of routine, may change to another lack of. We are not 100 plus anymore, just a a bit  below. Clouds have been teasing us for a couple of weeks, a change. No rain though, so no change there.

Still gluten free, always will be, no change, ever, there. Always cooking a different dish every night , never the same thing 2x a week, unless it is left overs.

I went back to teaching my favorite Sunday school, Firm Foundations, a change from a change.  So Sunday’s I HAVE to go to the first hour again. Got a purpose again.

I have 3 grandkids in school now and 2 in preschool. I don’t get to have a few here during the week, just to have em. I HATE this change. :(. But it is so fun to hear them all talk about their lessons, their new friends and to see them grow more everyday.

We are planning on adding some out door landscaping soon, a change. We will be working and scheduling people to work. We will have an amazing outdoor world soon

A stray showed up a while back, not really anything new. I started my usual fostering and searching for it a home, nothing new in that either. It attacked my mini horse and one of my dogs and taught my dogs some BAD behavior. I caught it, caged it, and took it to the nearest animal shelter. BIG change of heart for me!! I used to only take animals FROM ‘kill’ shelters.

One of my closest friends moved to Dallas. HUGE change. Her son gets to play football,. She will see her husband every night because he will be working in the same town they live in. Her girls will have a homeschool coop and be making many many new friends. I miss her, but what a positive change for her!  We will change to be 99% text and 1 percent calling. Instead of 80% text, 15% face to face and 5% phone calls. She hates to talk on the phone. I hate to text.  We will change.

Someone was trying to convince me to get back into activitiesin the church the other day, assuming the changes with the new building and the new church were the reason I had stepped away a bit. I responded with- “Change is NOT the problem the changes we had in our church were NEEDED!  I like change, I change always. If things are not changing then nothing is moving or growing.”  I believe this to be true.

Change is necessary. If no change is happening, then things become stagnant. Stagnant stinks. You get stuck. No change is like quicksand.

So many people refuse to change their thinking and realize eating bread at every meal is NOT necessary, gluten full or gluten free.I hear celiac diagnosed folk say  ” I am just used to having my toast in the morning, it is hard to change.” Really? Toast? Doctors refuse to change and still insist positives must be seen on gluten intolerance tests (that don’t work) before a diagnosis is made for Celiac. Doctors wont change their thinking and see a gall bladder attack or lymphoma’s or skin reactions as symptoms of something else, like an autoimmune disease, like Celiac.  Change is hard for some, I think because they are afraid. Afraid of stepping outside of the box. Afraid of trying something new. Afraid someone might judge them. Afraid to trust themselves. Afraid they may be wrong. Afraid they may be right.

I say change, or be very very afraid.

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Same Ol Story New Cover

I have been working on changing publishers for my cookbook Throw the Wheat in the Sea, for a few months.  I went through the many many steps to revise with my previous printer/publisher in order to get it into ‘brick and mortar ‘ distribution (Barnes and Nobles) . Made the few corrections I had and  found that the printer had changed the options on book covers, so had to change my book cover, then I ‘ordered’ my proof, so I could then turn around and approve the printing.  I did all of this because Lulu had said I must revise, to  ‘order’ the brick and mortar option. In the end, of it all I found Lulu had changed it’s programming and I would actually have to start over completely, which I almost had in revising. Only difference was I was not assigned a new ISBN.  I then decided to go back to my original thought and change publishers, bite the bullet and download and use Firefox browser, I did, and it has been soooooooo simple!

This is lots and lots of techno stuff to say I have RE published my cookbook!! It is now being published through Createspace– You can order it here    CreateSpace eStore:  and by clicking on the picture of the cook book on the right side of the front page of this blog.  Soon it will be available through Amazon AND you can order it through Barnes and Nobles also.  It would be oh so grand if you ask Barnes and Nobles to have a couple on their shelves!! AND your library can have one placed on their shelves too, if someone asks.

I did change up the cover some, not a lot though, because of the cover options through Create Space. The price of the book is $18, seems expensive but for over 200 recipes I think it is a good deal.

Go buy lots and lots today– Tell your friends, your gastrointerologist, your GF groups, everyone that Throw the Wheat in the Sea is available through Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, Creates pace and could be on the shelves if your just ask!!

As Elvis would say, Thank you very much.