Real Talk: {When Flesh is Failing}

Celiac disease.

Casein allergy.

Hashimoto’s disease.

And for those of you who are not incredibly familiar with the medical terms let me break this down for you:

No gluten for the rest of my life (think traditional bread, pasta, beer, almost all baked goods, chips, sauces, marinades and everything else that tastes good)

Allergic to the protein in dairy (nope…not lactose intolerant.  This is the kind of allergy that even when items are toted as “lactose free” I still can’t have them)

My immune system is attacking my thyroid (just a regular day in my body hating itself apparently…)

Let’s not also forget the endless diagnostic testing, doctors visits, hormone imbalances, vitamin deficiencies, ultrasounds, blood work, supplements, endless label reading and menu-scouting amidst the shock. The first three sentences of this post and all the “fun” that has come with it has really been the reason I’ve been MIA lately.  The last two months have SUCKED.  Really, truly.  They have been hard and sad and beyond frustrating…

I had my first indication that the word “celiac” may enter my universe in early November after a routine doctor’s visit turned into several more doctors visits and an initial diagnosis.  The lab results I received kick-started my own little cycle of grief and in perfect Devin fashion it was filled with all the emotions and hatred of not being in control.  Honestly I think I skipped right over denial and went straight to being PISSED (might also have been attributed to the fact that I got in a car accident 30 minutes before I got the test results…it’s fine).  I said a lot of things that night while I was crying my eyes out that I’m pretty sure God’s going to replay on judgment day and then roll His eyes and say, “You better count your lucky stars I love the crap out of you” and then laugh with me as I go skipping through the gates.

I was heartbroken about the whole thing, about everything it meant for my life and the chaos it would bring into the daily and once mundane task of eating.  A task I had to perform daily…and not even daily MULTIPLE times daily just became a obstacle course.  All of these thoughts and feelings led me down the path of literal denial, complete and utter denial.  I had my mini-meltdown and then I lived in glutened-bliss for the next two months.  I read article after article about celiac and its symptoms and informed everyone (mostly myself) in my path that I had NONE of these issues and proceeded to eat pumpkin pie to my heart’s delight.  I wasn’t about about to let some pseudo-diagnosis ruin my holiday fare! Continue reading

{Bybel Abode}


The Bybel Abode has been ours for 8 days.

We had 25 friends show up and help us move, have taken 20+ trips to Home Depot, deconstructed and rebuilt 1 pantry, had 2 contractors out to visit, 2 bedrooms washed and ready for paint, 1 bedroom primed, 1000 boxes to still unpack, installed 6 rolls of shelving foam to cover our nasty kitchen shelves, had 1 stress-induced migraine, taken down 8 window fixtures and doors, drawn 2 floor plans and consumed 1 bottle of wine and a cigar while enjoying our new backyard.  And that’s the just the stuff I can remember right now.

Pics coming soon.

Happy home improvement, friends!

Throwback Thursday: {2nd Anniversary Trip}

There is seriously a curse on our anniversary.
Our honeymoon forever set the bar too high and after last year’s hillbilly hoe-down (no seriously, there was actually a {prostitute} involved) we thought we’d “play it safe” and have a nice little staycation in Dallas.

And God laughed and laughed and laughed at poor Devin Bybel and her need to control and plan everything to a “t.”

Let’s begin.

It all started with a Groupon.  The ever schwanky and raved about {Adolphus Hotel} which is described with words such as “grandeur,” “luxury,” “elegance,” and “4-Diamond” was offering us regular folk an opportunity to stay in their lovely establishment at just a fraction of the cost!  Oh, how many nights I laid awake counting my lucky stars.  A night at The Adolphus…how magical!

And that’s pretty much where that party ended.


We arrived and valeted our car (for the low low rate of $35/night – kill me now) and let the bellman know that we had dinner reservations and would need the car later this evening.  “Just come down 5 minutes before you need to leave,” the Bellman said.  So many lies.

A 4-Diamond welcome never occurred as the front desk agent never even bothered to ask how we were or what we were doing staying at their “elegant” palace.  But she did use her finger to point to the escalator that would take us to the elevator.  Thanks, lady.


Arriving in our room we got ready for our dinner and being the control-freak I am, we arrived TEN whole minutes early down at the valet.  And we watched the clock tick-tick-tick.  5 minutes…10 minutes…15 minutes…lots of valets running around but no Bybel car in sight.  Twenty minutes passes and now we’re calling the restaurant to tell them we’ll be late for our reservation.  Perfectly pissed = Devin. Continue reading