Showing posts from June, 2012

To tomato or not tomato? That is the question.

To tomato or not to tomato?  That is the question. The answer, if you have interstitial cystitis (aka I.C.), would be "not to tomato".  I.C. is a painful bladder syndrome that requires those who are affected by it (like moi) to avoid acidic foods.  Numero uno on the foods to avoid list is tomatoes (Among many other things.  Check out the I.C. diet cheat sheet for more information.  Keep in mind that every is affected differently by different foods).  You say to yourself, "What?  No tomatoes?  You've got to be crazy!"  And trust me, my friends, this isn't a "no I don't like tomatoes" issue, this is a "if you eat tomatoes you will regret it and may end up in the ER issue".  I kid you not. Needless to say, it can be very challenging to prepare a tasty meal for someone who has I.C., but it can be done.  I was diagnosed with I.C. over five years ago and over these years I have developed some I.C. friendly recip

Mourning on New Year's Day

I apologize for all of the old blogs that I am re-posting.  This one is a blog I wrote after 100 Pakistani people were killed at a volleyball game on New Year's Day.  The story moved me quite a bit.  Here is the news story . "Everybody was happy before the explosion, but today we are mourning." Mohammed Qayyum I cannot imagine what it would feel like to live in this kind of fear. As Americans we live in a fairly safe, stable society. Granted we have experienced significant tragedy in the past ten years, but if we are honest with ourselves we will realize that we will never know what it means to live in a war torn land. To fear each time you go out of your home that you may never see it again and wonder as you sleep at night in your bed if this will be your last day. Can you imagine what it would be like? Waking up in your bed on New Year's day. Excited about the festivities that your town was having. A volleyball tournament. You think of the

My Pain Song. (You will not win)

Pain.   Needles.   Window Breaking.   Glass Shards cutting.  Knives stabbing.   Fires burning.  This is how I feel. Despair.   Loneliness.   Isolation… Hope.   The silver lining.  The cup is half full.   This is not all there is to life. Freedom.   To live my life as I choose.   This disease will not dictate it. Relief.   That there are friends who care.   Friends who know.   Friends who grieve. Victory.   I have defeated you.   You have not won.   I will not let you.   Joy.   Deep, unadulterated happiness.   The smile on a child’s face.   The embrace of my love. Redemption.   I have a purpose.   I have a fight.   I am not alone.   You are not alone.   We are not alone.

The Quandary of the Fly and the Watermelon

It's watermelon season and I thought you might enjoy a post I wrote almost two years ago in the heat of the summer. As I sit on my back deck I am a witness to a an interesting scene. I ventured outside to enjoy the pleasant September afternoon with hopes to get some overdue reading done. To celebrate the cool temperatures I bring a coffee cup that is steaming full of delicious goodness of a half orange juice, half carrot juice concoction . It escaped my thoughts that the flies would also enjoy the sweet fruit and vegetable combo and entertain thoughts of invading my pleasant space. And they did. Within seconds I had an army of at least 20 pesky flying critters with their incessant buzzing and gnarly little hands and bulging eyes swarming around me. Each one was determined that it was going to get a taste of my drink. I knew if they kept it up there was no way I was going to get any reading done. I tried to shoo them away, but it was useless. What a fly wants a fly g

Blessing the Gazelle

Father's Day Morning 2012   Today is my husband, John Mark Inman's, second Father's Day.  Although his first Father's Day was celebrated without much fanfare in a sleep deprived daze.  This year we are not just celebrating Father's Day, but have been celebrating Father's Day weekend because he is just that special.  I could write you lists and lists of why he is an amazing Father, but I think I will share with you something he wrote for our sweet baby girl when she was blessed back in October.  When you read it, you will see for yourself what an amazing father and man he is.  Happy Father's Day, Da-Da 1) There are only three things that still get blessed. Food, people who sneeze, and a special class of southerners who get their little hearts blessed. 2) Blessing is God’s good intention for the world made specific, personal and verbal. 3) Blessing is not so much a moment, however perfect that moment may be. Blessing is a mo

Rick Allen, Dad Extraordinaire

There is a saying, “Any fool can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a Daddy.”   My dad undoubtedly fits in the “Daddy” category.   Anyone who knows him would agree. My first real memory of my father is when he would take us to McDonald’s on Saturday and buy us a Happy Meal and take us to get candy afterwards.   I used to look forward to those dates so much when I was a little girl.   It wasn’t because I got McDonald’s or candy (although I did love both of those things), but it was because I loved spending time with my Dad.   My dad travelled a lot growing up, so any opportunity that I had to be around him was priceless.   In my eyes he hung the moon.   When I got a little older I remembered asking him to help me study for my history exams in high school.   One of my dad’s favorite things is history.   He would study with me and tell me all of these additional facts the teacher didn’t discuss.   I could have probably studied on my own, but I loved hearing those st