End of an era

So – it’s over.  At 2:45 this afternoon, Jake finished high school.

He left this morning with camera in tow insisting there would be pictures.  I tried all day to text chat him wondering how the day went.  He never responded.  I figured he was mad at me because I reinforced the idea that he ask this girl he has an insane crush on to the movies.  What could he lose?

Finally at 3:00, fifteen minutes after the moment came and went, I called him.

I found out the reason he didn’t text was that his phone was close to dead (and we’re talking on it???) and it was a busy day.  Day went well.  There were some tear inducing moments.  He took 30 pictures.  The school paper misspelled his name and has him going to the wrong college.

And the girl?  Just as he worked the nerve to ask her the alarm went off for a fire drill.  (How sad!)  He thinks he might text her later.

Then he asked if he could hang up and get back to his basketball game.

The ceremony is tomorrow night.  I think it will be a recap of his day…take a few pictures.  Probably a few things misspelled (hopefully not the diploma!).  Maybe a date with the crush girl (not at the ceremony of course).  And a few tear inducing moments (especially for Mama).

Back from the Land of the Dead

I am happy to say I’m back from the dead.  Or at least it felt like I had died.  At least a dozen times.

A week ago yesterday I started the day stressed – alot of drama over The Beast (Jake’s car).  I was pretty much angry at everyone.  But noon, my skin on my neck and scalp started to tingle.  Then it started to burn.  It wasn’t just any burn.  It felt like a legion of fire ants marching under my skin x 10.  The muscles in my neck started to ache.  Then, as I tried to eat my lunch it took two swallows to get my yogurt down.

Thinking I was having an allergic reaction to something (even though I’m not allergic to anything), I made an immediate appointment to see my doctor.  By the time I got to the doctor I could add dizzy to the list of symptoms.  Fortunately it wasn’t an allergic reaction.

It was shingles.

I wouldn’t wish shingles on my worst enemy.

I was given three prescriptions – an antibiotic, meds for chicken pox (which shingles are but the adult version), and prednisone.  I nearly passed out at the store as I waited at the pharmacy for over an hour to get my medication.  Then it was home and off to bed…or at least as close to off to bed as a wife and mother of three gets.  I attempted to go to work the next day and was sent promptly home partially due to fear of catching what I had (I wasn’t contagious) – and partially because I looked something close to death warmed over.

At it’s worst I fought with chills and fever all at the same time.  My muscles ached.  I was constantly tired.  It took three days before I could swallow normal.  And until just a day or two ago it felt as if a low level electric current was running through my muscles.

 My family, who were  some of the causes of my stress, have been angels.  They’ve cooked, they’ve cleaned, they’ve given extra hugs and kisses and cuddles (even when it hurt to cuddle – but it’s the thought that counts!).  The hubby has gotten the car for me, taken chairs to track meets so I can rest and kept the house in line.  He’s been the best.

I still have muscle aches and am unnormally tired.  But it’s nice to feel alive again. 🙂

To my family – my Mother’s Day Wish List

This post is to my famly – to my husband and children who always ask me what I want for Mother’s Day and to whom I always answer “Nothing.  Just to spend the day with you”.

This year…there is a list!  This year I would like one/all of the following…

I am happy with an Kindle.  I don’t need a IPad.  And children – do not pick this one with the idea you can borrow it.  You won’t be. It’s Mine!  Mine!Mine!Mine! 

I miss my IPod in the car.  I love my playlists.  And you can’t find my eclectic combination of Trans Siberian Orchestra/Blondie/Rihanna/Nine Inch Nails altogether on one radio station.

I have five books on my “must buy in the next month” list.  I appreciate a discount.

Of course I will always take my weight in

I will appreciate any gift you give me from a hug to a macaroni necklace.  But in case you would like a hint…

 

After making coffee with my espresso maker for two days I got a surprise – a call from my hubby who was standing in Target looking over coffee makers.

After debating which was the best one he bought me a brand new Mr. Coffee coffee maker!  It’s programmable, it’s beautiful and, after making my first pot this morning, it makes delicious coffee.

I have the best guy ever…and I am so spoiled!

The Appliances Are Planning a Revolution

I have been limping by this week with no coffeemaker.  I have been able to make coffee in the espresso maker, but it takes for-ev-er.

This morning I woke up to get the boys out the door for school.  Since we had no “real breakfast” (aka – frozen waffles) in the house I made Jon some toast.  I popped two pieces of bread in the toaster then a plastic bowl with a couple pats of butter into the microwave.  After a second or two I heard a snap and sizzle come from the microwave.  Then another.  Butter shouldn’t make that sound. 

I turned in time to witness the mini fireball in the far back corner of the microwave.

I punched the “stop” button at least a dozen times to turn it off then stared at the door, not sure whether to leave it closed or open it and risk a freak explosion.  I finally opened it and looked inside.  There was no sign of my little light show.  I took out the butter (barely softened) and spread it on Jon’s toast still giving the microwave the evil eye.  After a bit I opened the door and took out the metal rack that comes with it.  When we bought it someone told us we could leave it in there even though I protested it was metal.  I figured it as the first culprit.

The boys have a half day so I am hoping to have a house when I get home since there is half a pizza in the refrigerator and they will want to warm it up.  Between this and the coffee maker I’m starting to believe the appliances are planning a coup against me.  I hope to hold off the revolt before the washer and dryer get involved or I am going to be up a creek…

…without a rock to wash my laundry with.

Good-bye Mr. Coffee

This weekend I lost a vital part of my day.

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With my tightly packed schedule I can’t do it without caffeine.  My coffee maker and my tea kettle are my favorite appliances in the house.
I woke up Sunday morning to find my coffee oddly cold.  I thought I put too many ice cubes in it (I needed a caffeine boost FAST). 
I figured out later when I tried to warm up the leftovers for a cup of Irish Coffee that it no longer heated the pot.  No worries – I always have the microwave!
Then yesterday it wouldn’t brew at all.  It just sadly blinked “12:00” at me.  I rushed to work early so I could stop for a cup on the way.
I tried using my espresso maker this morning.  It wasn’t bad – but not the same thing.
Brian said we’re going to get a new coffee maker tonight.  I guess I must be ugly without caffeine.   Until then I will try to fill the void…probably with Starbucks or Coffeesmiths.

These are a Few of My Favorite Things

These are a few of my favorite things (aside from the crazy kids and even crazier husband of course)…

A great cup of coffee in the morning…

A great cup of tea at night…

Writing a great story…or poetry…or just about everything…

Reading a great book…

Coaching youth track and field…

Shopping in my favorite store…

And traveling just about everywhere and exploring new things…