Ahh...Much Better.

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Public School was just NOT working for me.

I mean I was well taught, had a GREAT teacher, some AMAZING friends and I was happy, BUT, my allergies interfered. I was depressed watching my friends eat their food and me having a fruit or something. I was really not supposed to go outside because dust is everywhere plus the trees, sand, dead grass and other environmental stuff I'm super allergic to.

My allergies were crazy.
I was always sad.
So my mom was kinda stressing about it.

That's when my Aunt Wendy suggested that she could help my mom home school me. Which you're probably thinking, What? Wait...? Uh? But don't jump to conclusions.

My Aunt follows this diet called "Trim Healthy Mama". You guys probably have heard of it. It's basically gluten free, corn free. Some times there is corn and peanuts and stuff, but she takes it out when I'm there. So basically I get delicious meals and I'm getting better at staying on my diet. These past few weeks, my aunt has helped me learn that I am okay. I have learned to say, "This is my food, this is your food, NO PROBLEM." (Never fear, I do lots of school work as well!)

 Now when I reach into the fridge, instead of grabbing some pepperoni, or something else I shouldn't eat, I grab an apple instead. I'm happier and in a better environment.

On Easter Sunday my cousins ate with us. Including my Horrocks cousins and my Crookston cousins.

 I did not have to worry about my Aunt Wendy's family understanding my diet, but I wasn't quite sure about my Aunt Becky's family. I worried she would bring dessert I could not have, etc.

But no instead, everything they brought was specially made for me. Jello, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes. All of it was so delicious! I was very grateful for the effort that my relatives put in for me. I want to thank The Horrocks and The Crookstons for teaching me that people do care for me and that people put in a lot of effort to make things better when they can.

EVEN MORE

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            I know, I have been talking about this already,  but I really need to talk about it again.

So last night, 3/2/16, was the worst, yet one of the best, nights of my life.

Last night my dad hosted The Blue and Gold Banquet. (That's a big birthday party for Boy Scouts. It happens once a year and every troop does their own thing. My little brother is in a group of 3 troops combined.)
Of course, my dad made it Star Wars themed! Awesome, right!
There were photo booths.
There were light sabers.
There was a piñata that was shaped like the death star.
There were displays and Star Wars stuff everywhere.
There was even a Jedi training on the stage where everyone got a chance to fight Darth Vader. Yes. Darth Vader. The real Darth Vader.
It was pretty awesome.

EXCEPT, for the food.

Everyone was supposed to bring something. My dad did not because he brought everything else and had purchased the main meal which was, "Hutt dogs" and "Han Burgers".

I had thought someone said there would be food for me.

There was.

A hamburger patty. (Can't eat the buns.)
With hardly any mustard or ketchup.
 That was all I could eat!

Chips were EVERYWHERE and I searched hoping to find some I could have.
Nope none.
Just corn chips, potato chips, cheese curls, Cheetos, Doritos, you get the picture.
I tried to forget about the hamburger and just have fun. That worked until my dad announced it was time to hit the Piñata. I sat and watched as kids laughed in line, giggling and getting excited for their turn. I sat watching them wack at it not even wanting to play along because I knew what was going to fall out of that death star...yummy stuff I cannot eat.

I must have seemed pretty upset because my dad asked if I was OK. OF COURSE I WAS NOT OK!!!

But I didn't say that. I just watched. I actually went outside and almost cried. I kept telling myself I would be OK. But I clearly was not. I thought the pinata part would be over by the time I got inside.

 Nope.

I got there right in time to watch the candy fall and kids run to the center of the room where all the candy was all over the floor. I was really sad then.

That's when I spotted a line of cupcakes with heads of c-3po and R2-D2. That pushed me past the line. I ran outside and paced around the whole building furious and angry at everyone inside the building.

Luckily my mom was really nice and got me my own treat. But that still did not help. Almost everyone in that building knew I had allergies, yet all I could eat was a hamburger patty. The damage was done.

I will never ever forget that night. But hopefully things will get better.

One of my favorite quotes is,
"Everyone likes happiness, nobody likes pain, but for there to be a rainbow, you need a little rain"-Uknown