So…I sort of feel like we’ve just spotted each other at the grocery store. I haven’t returned your calls, and you’re probably good and miffed with me. Any excuse I give is going to sound like some whopping big lie, and you’ll likely be even more annoyed than you were before. I mean, really. We’re ALL busy – but I couldn’t take two minutes in the past month and a half to check in with a FRIEND? So, you glance away before we can make definite eye contact and divert your cart to the freezer section. You didn’t need those bananas anyway, right?
Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I swear, I have REALLY, REALLY good reasons for being AWOL. Let’s go grab a paper cup of coffee at the courtesy counter near the deli and I’ll fill you in. 😉
REASON #1: I’VE GONE CAVEMAN.
Rev. Horton Heat – Eat Steak
Yup – a Facebook buddy of mine stated eating a Paleo diet…basically eschewing processed food in total, and even foods that were introduced into the human diet with the advent of the agricultural revolution. The thought process being that our bodies were designed to eat a certain way, and the foods now available were not factored into our production specs. No grains, no sugar, no dairy. (Well, maybe a little dairy…) She started posting photos of the meals she was making…and dude. They looked YUMMY.
Now, I’ve needed to do SOMETHING for a while now. My body keeps reminding me that it’s forty three, and lamenting the fact that I’m still treating it as if I’m twenty one with a hyperactive metabolism. Trust me. This is no longer the case. In fact, my metabolism may have been mere days short of waving the white flag of surrender prior to my dietary switch.
So, how does this impact my blogging, you ask? Well. When I tackle a whole new subject about which I know little, I push the envelope of OCD’ing over details right to the gummy flap part. Seriously. I read, and read, and read. I compared statistics. I read labels. I completely changed my way of grocery shopping. I adjusted my snacking and cooking mindset…
And I lost eight pounds in two weeks.
More importantly, though…I FEEL better. I’ve definitely got more energy and my mood is brighter, so that bodes well for future blogging. 😉 I’ve been posting photos of my Cave Food on Facebook, too – if you want to take a gander, go here.
REASON #2: I FOUND NEW RELATIVES
Golden Shoulders – Friends and Family
We’ve always known that my Dad was adopted. All we knew about his background was his birth Mother’s name, which was listed on his adoption papers. While the “not knowing” has never bothered any of my siblings, it has haunted me my entire life. Not because he didn’t have wonderful adopted parents – he did, and we loved them dearly. I was blessed with a wonderful family on Mom’s side, too, and as she was 100% Italian, there was no question there about my heritage! Perhaps it’s the control freak in me, but I’ve always wanted to fill that gaping genealogical hole.
After my grandmother passed away in the early ’70s, my Dad did hire a private investigator to see what he could find. That was a very expensive dead end – he was looking for a fish in a tree, as it were. Totally wrong place. Dad gave up after that, and we never really spoke about it in the family, but I still had that nagging question. So, last year, when Ancestry.com started airing “Who Do You Think You Are?”, I decided to take my own shot at finding out. I subscribed to the site and started digging.
Enter the OCD again. The ex-analyst in me started methodically combing through the 1930 census (1930 being the year Dad was born) of the city in question…block by block, ward by ward…looking for that one name. A good 18 – 20 hours later, I believed I had honed in on the only possible match for my birth Grandmother. With no real way of proving it from there, though, I just left the name in family tree I’d started, marked it “public” and moved on to researching my husband’s family. Ten months went by…
A few weeks ago I got a message through the Ancestry.com site from an absolute ANGEL of a woman, referencing the name and offering information. Fast forward through the details, but BINGO! We’ve all but confirmed (all but a DNA test) Dad’s birth parents, and found that he has an older brother (age 86) and younger half sister (age 75) still living! He’s talked to both of them on the phone, and I’ve developed an especially fun friendship with my new Uncle. He’s AWESOME, and has had such a colorful life – I swear, I could sit and listen to him reminisce for hours. Matter of fact, FedEX just dropped off a package from him with a whole host of newspaper clippings and some great photos of his Mother. Dad hasn’t even seen them yet, so I imagine he’ll be over for dinner so he can.
(See what I mean? Busy, busy, busy!)
REASON #3: GERMS
Bobby Long – Sick Man Blues
Liam and I have both had the flu, despite being first in line for the shots last fall. Brian has had a month long cold, even though he bravely soldiers on and tries to act like he’s fine. I’ve got what I believe may be a sinus infection right now. Sweet cheeses, Spring – come on, already! We need to open the windows and air out this den of incubating bacteria once and for all.
So, there you have it. See, it TOTALLY wasn’t intentional, and I still love you more than Penny loved Russell Hammond in “Almost Famous”. (Although if it were me, I’d have definitely gone for one of the out of focus guys…) Missed you all, and promise to be around more from here on out.