For pizza’s sake

Hi guys,

It’s Letty here! Beatriz is letting me blog today on here. I am so happy to blog for you guys.

We went to my favorite store for pizza today. We tried going yesterday but they ran out of pizza slices. I was mad cause there was no pizza for me. I want to reserve pizza slices but Beatriz says we can’t reserve slices. That’s dumb that we can’t reserve slices.

But today there was pizza!

pizzaFor pizza’s sake! They only had two slices! But I still took them! They had red peppers and onions in them, and the crust was not too crunchy.

Then I had to have veggies. Blah!

kaleIt’s kale with squash and stuff. It was okay.

The table had nice flowers.

flowers coopI wanted to take the flowers home, but Beatriz said that they weren’t for taking. So I smelled them. But I guess I smelled them too long cause Beatriz said I needed to put them down. Oh well.

I had pizza and I got to look at flowers today. It was a good day.

Bye everybody!

Letty

 

The chase for mini beef wellingtons

Mini Beef Wellingtons

Mini Beef Wellingtons

I know from past experience if I’m going to a function with a cocktail hour with hors d’oeuvres prior to eating a meal I should be prepared, and by “prepared” I mean being sure I’ve eaten enough so that I’m not starving by the time I get to the function.

That plan did not come to fruition yesterday.

Despite my best efforts with planning my eating, things did not go as smoothly as I hoped, and I wound up showing up at an evening work event ravenously hungry. I walked in to find a beautiful set up on several tables with creamy, beautiful cheese fondue, teriyaki chicken, vegetable crudites, sliced cheese (which included smoked gouda in the roster!) with fancy crackers, intricately sliced and arranged fruit, and mini beef wellingtons. Of course, such an array includes plates the size of the palm of your hand. I don’t know if it’s DID integration or a PTSD response or both or something else, but Letty could hardly handle all of this.

Here’s the internal dialogue that ensued:

“We need FIVE plates for all the food! Why are the plates so tiny?! Can I have like 5 of the puffy things (the mini beef wellingtons)?”

“Letty, we cannot take five plates of food, nor can we take five beef wellingtons. Five will not fit on a plate, and it will not look polite. We can take two beef wellingtons, 2 crackers, 2 pieces of cheese, a cube of bread with fondue, and one small piece of teriyaki chicken, and even that is really pushing it, but we can pull it off.”

“But, I’m hungry!”

“Sweetie, I know you’re hungry, and I’m doing my best to fix that. You are not going to go hungry. I promise you will eat.”

“I don’t understand why we can’t eat like it’s dinner, and eat until I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Honey, we can’t do that because it’s not meant to be dinner. It’s just meant to be a snack before a lecture.”

“But it’s not just a snack for me, and they have all this food here that I can just eat for my dinner.”

“I know, sweetie, I know. We will eat afterwards, I promise. This is not meant to be dinner for people.”

“Then why do they have all this food?”

“Because it’s a snack before a lecture.”

“That’s a big snack.”

“It’s not meant to be big.”

“Then why do they put out a lot of food?”

“That’s just how these kinds of things are.”

“Why are not a lot of people eating?”

“Because it’s not the focus of why we’re here. People are here to talk to each other, and listen to the lecture.”

“That’s dumb. Forget the lecture. We should just eat cause we have a lot of good food.”

And so the lecture started, and I could feel Letty looking over at the food station during the lecture. She could hardly believe that people could remain quietly seated with such vast quantities of food in our presence. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Meanwhile, I needed to pay attention to the lecture, as it was work-related.

Blessedly, the lecture concluded, and Letty wanted me to head towards the food. But, I had to chit chat with various people enroute to the food because I needed to pretend that the food was not a concern. One of the lecturers then made a bee-line for the beef wellingtons. He walked over to them, picked one up, and popped it into his mouth. Letty just about did cartwheels when she saw that.

“Okay, Letty, we can have some more food. But we have to be relaxed about it.”

At that point, my boss came right up beside me, “Can you believe all this food? Well, we paid for it. I’m taking a few cookies for the road. Don’t feel you like you need to hold back.”

And that was all Letty needed to hear. I looked down to see four beef wellingtons on a napkin, with one in our mouth.

(Photo credit: kjd)

This is why fireworks suck

Fireworks #1

You throw your tote bag into your car, and you start creating a mental grocery list of things you’ll pick up at the grocery store: onions, feta cheese, kale, corn tortillas -you’re in the mood for your famous kale tacos. Then there’s a huge boom. You’re not sure if it’s bullets or a bomb or something else, but it’s in the vicinity, and sky is lit up, and you feel yourself start to cower. Somehow, comprehension sinks in and you realize it’s fireworks. For some bizarrely stupid reason there are fireworks in November somewhere near you.

You sit in your car trying to get your bearings. You sit and sit and sit and sit. You’re floaty and scared and hungry and freaked. You have the car running, and you don’t want to run out of gas, but you see the gas gauge is close to empty. It’s been at least 30 minutes, so you decide to head to the grocery store since the fireworks are long since done, and your’e calmer now.

Or, so you thought you were calmer. You’re driving, and you’re nearly to the grocery store, and you see flashing red and blue lights behind you. You pull over into the parking lot of the neighborhood diner, and you’re confused. You don’t know what you did, or what happened to merit getting pulled over by the police. You’re scared, scared, scared …

“Ma’am, you don’t have to get out of the car. License and registration please.”

“What … what did I do wrong?”

“License and registration please, and then we’ll talk.”

“Okaaayy …”

“Ma’am, are you feeling okay tonight? You were driving on the shoulder for a good while there. I followed you for a bit to see if you would correct it. What have you been up to tonight?”

“I … I … I was at the coffee shop, and I was putting my things in the car when fireworks started nearby, and I needed to wait before I drove because I was … startled.”

“Ma’am, is something wrong?”

“I … have … PTSD, and the fireworks … really … startled me. I’m sorry.”

“Ma’am, is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, sir.”

“You know, ma’am, this diner is a nice place to eat if you need to relax for a bit. I’m not giving you a ticket or anything like that. Have a good night.”

(Photo credit: Camera Slayer)