Rice Flour, Office Visits, and The Worst Sounds in the Entire World

Last Saturday I had a party-ish dealio as a prelude to a sort-of birthday I was having. That was on the seventh, waaaaaaaaaay back to last Saturday. It wasn't really a party, just a rhendezvous of people, family and non-family alike. For the almost-occasion, I made a half-decent batch of cinnamon rolls. I'm sure my family can attest to the degree of greatness of them, whatever it was. Anywho, one of the pretty much guests was a Celiac-Sprue. In order to accomodate her, I decided to make a separate batch of rolls, gluten free style. They. Were. Heinous. :D Rice flour is NOT anything like wheat flour. For starts, it's more dense than the center of the earth. For ends, it tastes like rat killer, and smells like it too. The end result wasn't much prettier than the start. I should say that the start was a mass of paste that barely held the dough form. Rolling it wasn't much nicer. Story to story, they were absoltuely repulsive when hot, and much much nastier when cold. Because of the density of the flour, they literally cemented into rock forms. [: With mixed emotion, I'm glad I didn't have to serve those to my Celiac guest. Had she come, she probably would have never returned. :D

Yesterday was the usual Witch Doctor visit, only it wasn't usual at all. The fact that I walked in to a room with four people waiting ahead of me should have been a sure sign to get in my car and drive home. Sadly, I did NOT listen to my instincts like I should have. Because of which, I waited a solid 45 minutes before my Doc even came for me, and then he put me in the wrong room. As though that wouldn't have messed with my psyche. When I squawked about it, he finally resolved to let me wait another 20 minutes, to get MY room. Glorious. After analyzing the flannel wall panels of inaccurate depictions of the ocean and farm life for eternity and a half, my turn finally came for MY treatment, in MY room. By the time I was out of that place, it was nearing 5:00 p.m. Yep. Pretty much my [ideal] week night bedtime. The ridiculous part about life is getting up early, being quite lethargic all day when I'm supposed to be concentrating [or something like that] in school, coming home and blazing through life at ten thousand stars until bed time, and then firing through at fifty thousand stars while I should be sleeping. Ironic, isn't it?

Almost ironic as the process of making a new key. I had to stop by the blacksmith's [I actually don't know what they're called now] to get a new key made for my vehicle. I should preface by saying that there are three cacophonies that irritate me beyond all logos, the first being metal scraping metal, at any speed. The second is sandpaper, and the third a combination of the two [if you're a robot], that being the sound of filing nails. Oddly, the sound of a new key being made fits into the worst sound in the world category one. Imagine me standing in the paint section clawing my ears to pieces to try to stop the sound. Cute, isn't it? :D

HOWEVER! The flower sitting on my table is about to bloom, and when it does, that will be the day my sister in law has her baby. AND it looks like it's going to bloom tomorrow.... SO we'll see what happens. {: I am inordinately excited for this kid to get here, even though he'll likely be hideous for the first month of his birthed life, if he follows suit to his cousins and all other babies in the history of time. I just hope he gets here soon so we can be best friends and hang out. :D Cheers!