Walking in a Winter Wonderland. . . NOT!

So, I have been back in the States for about a week and a half now and I feel like I am living in the arctic.  Everything is white and FREEZING!!!
However, I am very excited to be back with my family, especially since my mother and grandmother worked so hard to make a room for me in the basement.
The house we are living in is the house my father grew up in and it has three bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, a living room and an unfinished basement.  Now imagine trying to fit a family of seven into this house. . .  Somehow my father's family managed it, but I still don't know how they all survived it!  I was expecting to have to share a room with my older sister or to be sleeping on the couch (not a happy thought since my brother likes to get up and wander around at all hours of the night and I am a rather light sleeper most of the time), neither of which I was looking forward to.  I love my older sister, but she goes to bed about two or three hours before I do and my dad is usually watching tv in the living room until he goes to bed, so I don't really have any place that I could do my stuff, like playing on the internet or reading, before I go to bed.  I figured I would find a way to deal with it though.
Well, when I finally got home, my sisters and I, who had driven separately from my parents and brother, walked in the door and my mom called to us from the basement saying a window had broken because of the snow and had shorted out the lights and we needed to go down and help clean up.  We went down and walked to where my parents and brother were and then my younger sister flipped on the lights and there was a cozy little bedroom all set up for me!  It is wonderful.  One wall is just blankets, but that is okay.  It works for me.  I have to have two little electric space heaters running or it gets really cold, but hey, I have my own room!  I am way excited about that.  I love that my family worked so hard to give me my own space.


In other news, my brother got the paternity test results back.  There is a 0% chance that he is the father.  Yay!  He really is too young to be a father and I would not want to subject any child to him as a father at the moment.  I hope that one day he will straighten up and be a great man, but for right now he is just a stupid little boy.  I still love him, but I hate the choices he is making in his life right now.


So, do you ever have a dream that when you wake up, it puts you in a funky mood for the rest of the day?  I had one of those dreams last night, and if I give myself any time to think, I get in a dark, funky mood.  I hate that!


So, I don't recall if I have mentioned it before, but I have a gluten intolerance.  For those of you who don't know what gluten is, it is basically what makes wheat flour sticky.   It can also be found in barley and some types of oats.  So, I have had to make my diet gluten free for the most part.  I can eat small amounts and be okay, but if I eat very much it makes me miserable.  The whole point of this is to let you know that I think I found a new side effect when I eat gluten.
Last night I was a rather bad and ate breaded chicken tenders, ranch dressing (which has monosodium glutamate, a type of gluten), and I rounded it all off by eating two cookies from Subway.  Well, in addition to feeling very sick to my stomach this morning, I also realized that I was much more tired than usual.  I hadn't gotten any less sleep, so I figure that the tiredness must be a side effect of the gluten consumption. . .  I could be wrong, but it is a thought.


Well, I think I have rambled and subject hopped sufficiently for now.  Any fun little anecdotes in your life?