Sailor Jerry is my brand of choice. It’s vaguely similar to Shcaptain Schmorgan (like cold is similar to hot). Sailor Jerry has a slight vanilla-y flavor. It’s not a tropical, coconut-y rum. I keep a bottle of Sailor Jerry in the freezer for these drinks.
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My mother is...a terrible cook. Mainly because she doesn't really enjoy the process of cooking, so she never learned to do it well. There are few things I think back and think, "Man, my mom made the best [fill-in-the-blank]." It turns out I do like pork chops, meatloaf and scalloped potatoes (not from a box), I just didn't realize it because my mom's recipes were not as good as they could have been.
However, inexplicably I have fond memories of my mother's porcupine meatballs. So when I saw this recipe I thought I'd try it out and see if I could lure Maddie with it. She loves bar-b-que sauce and ketchup. She also likes ground beef (in certain ways) and rice? She loves rice!
This has potential.
There are lots of ways to make Porcupine Meatballs, here's a Google search. I guarantee my mother didn't put hot sauce or worchestershire sauce in her porcupine meatballs, but I found that combination irresistible and that's why I chose this recipe to try out.
You need to gather:
A pound of ground round
Half a pount of ground chuck
3/4 cup white long grain rice
a 14.5 oz can of tomato sauce
1 medium onion, cut in small dice [The onion I'm showing is way too big, especially for my family]
1 tablespoon dry parsley flakes [2 tablespoons chopped fresh]
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder/granules
Also:
A can of condensed tomato soup
Ketchup
Hot Sauce
Worchestershire sauce
[And if you didn't buy enough tomato sauce, hopefully you've got some taco sauce around to make up the difference]
For anyone who’s ever enjoyed a screwdriver, I present this drink as a challenge.
This cocktail is to the screwdriver as Sun Valley (Ernest Hemingway finished For Whom the Bell Tolls while staying in the Sun Valley Lodge in 1939) is to Mt Brighton (a ski hill in the midwest, built upon piles of refuse). Ever heard the Christmas song “Sun Valley Ski Run” by Esquivel? Good tune.We’re calling this one the Mom, Look! This cocktail will help put things in perspective when junior is showing you that super cute monster face he’s making for the 20th time. (Recipe after the cut.)
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This past weekend was one of those really nice ones, you know the ones where you feel sort of self actualized?
I never really bonded with parents at the kid's first school. I'm not sure why that is, probably mainly because I generally need someone super awesome, fun and outgoing to meet my friends for me. Then I just grab onto their legs and say, "Hey, like ME too!"
Case in point: I met two of my favorite friends through my other favorite friend. And it turns out, my one of those favorite friends likes to know everybody and my other favorite friend is also a pretty good ringleader.
Between the three of them (plus Logan) I'm not sure I've ever made my own friend. This makes me, well, pretty pathetic. When I changed schools and two of my socially intelligent friends had kids there, my world of social opportunities with other fun parents increased about 10 fold.
This weekend we had pizza and beers at one couple's house with eight other couples and ended up at a theater dancing to Mega 80s. Some of us didn't watch, some of us tried to climb on stage. (Hint: Wasn't me!) It resembled our old life before kids, only all of these people had kids.
It made me thankful for the moves we've made and the community we are a part of.
On Saturday we went to another party at a fellow parent from school's house and then moved onto the progressive in the old neighborhood (remember when I got to host it?). The one, you know, I dreamed about living in for 3 years and then had it ripped out of my clutches by a man who refused to negotiate a purchase price. (I am seriously going to try to give that last bit of bitterness up for New Year's Eve.)
Logan's friend Marguerite did my make up that night, she does it on the side working in advertising as the main course. She wants to do make up as her full time gig doing house parties as make up tutorials to augment her existing photo shoot gigs. I like a woman with a dream job, so I went over to try her out.
I sacrifice for my friends, it was a hardship.
So I went to the parties Saturday night and I was social, not just social. I was actually excited to be social. As opposed to years ago when I had to force myself to be social. Logan and I were talking Sunday morning about how different, more confident, I am now than I was in my 20's.
We high-fived and got ready for a day of errands.
I'll admit I had a little strut to my step, wearing a cute scarf and cute shoes, as I walked out to the car.
I stepped off the deck, onto the concrete (not knowing it was a little icy) and ended up sprawled on the driveway.
I've spent the last three days limping around. Clearly I got a little too cocky.
Oh Hey! Shutterfly has extended my contest until Monday 12/21/09! So you have time to make your own book and share it with me. (click the "Add" tab in the upper right hand corner. Password, if you need it, is 'goober') See the original contest announcement here.
I've had some chocolate flavored liqueurs that have a fake chocolate taste I’m not fond of. Not the case with Godiva Chocolate liqueur. They have a few flavors including milk chocolate and white chocolate. I like the original. Godiva Chocolate liqueur fits into the category of "I haven't tasted a cheaper version of this that I like as well." Godiva ain't cheap, but sometimes its worth spending a little more for the good stuff. Thankfully today's other ingredients are very reasonably priced (the small bottle of peppermint schnapps I bought cost me $2, $15 for the Frangelico). Onto the drinks...
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Many years ago, each Thursday a bunch of friends would gather at our house to eat pizza and drink beers and hang out. We called these nights BeerZa and they happened at our house since we were the only ones with a kid. Maddie learned to tolerate a lot of laughing and talking while she slept during those nights.
At some point Logan developed an interest in cocktails. He wanted to develop his palate beyond beer, and didn't especially love wine but didn't want to order something stupid like Sex On The Beach at the bar. Everyone else thought that sounded fun, so each week Logan would prepare a new cocktail for us to try.
Overall this was a good experiment and it gave me a much larger catalog of tasty drinks to sample at our favorite watering holes. I mean aside from that unfortunate Gin incident in Chicago (sorry about drinking all your Gin Chicago!) (Sorry about throwing up all night Logan!)
Since then Logan's become pretty good at mixing drinks, knowing how much sour or sweet a drink needs before it's perfect. He's very specific about everything from FRESH ingredients to making his own grenadine to the perfect ice cube. (When we moved here and lost the freezer that crushed the ice, it was nearly a deal breaker).
I've become pretty good at picking and juicing fresh limes. And having a cocktail without drinking all the Gin in the state of Illinois.
All this to say, for the next 12 days Logan's going to be sharing one cocktail with us every day. He's doing this because he enjoys it and because a lot of the time you walk up to the bar and don't know what to order. This is a way of getting more familiar with what's out there.
You should make his drinks though, because they're really delicious. (Unless you're an alcoholic or pregnant, a mormon, or a kid...I mean you know what I'm saying.)
Here it is, from Logan:
The 7 O'Clock Bedtime
(you know you love it.)
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I was in the car picking Madison up from school and flipping through a food magazine deciding what to make for dinner. I got my mind set on this pasta and sausage bake deliciousness but then I remembered how I should read ALL the directions first so I know how long it takes to make.
That recipe required over an hour of bake time, inexplicably, so I scratched that plan and looked through my phone apps to see if I could find something to make. I use the Allrecipes app (only my kids never look that excited) and the Epicurious App.
I decided on a lean lasagna mostly because I wasn't feeling that hungry. Also it had spinach and after last week I required a lot of spinach/iron, I even had dreams of different spinach dishes I would like to eat. (Lady troubles.) (oh man, that's gross.) (Sorry.)
I can't find the link to the recipe so I'll share it at the end of this post.
You'll need Ricotta, ground turkey, an onion, mozzarella, spinach, lasagna noodles, tomato sauce, oregano, nutmeg, basil, parsley and garlic powder.
Did They Eat It?
I'm giving away a Shutterfly prize package, as you may recall.
I created a book of pictures to give as a thank you for letting us stay at a friend of a friend's cabin.
To enter this contest you need to create a photo book and share it with me. You don't need to buy your book, you just need to create one and show me. Maybe I'll order it. Which would be super awkward you know trying to explain to my friends why I have a photobook full of people I don't really know on my coffee table.
I thought I'd share some photo book ideas with you as inspiration for your own creations.
Jim at Sweet Juniper has made lots of books for his kids because, you know, he's like that. Here are two he created for Shutterfly.
This one's a Greek Mythology Alphabet
Here's his latest contest, about food! Enter this one and maybe you can win TWO prizes!
Maggie Mason at Mighty Girl made this great book about Hank's Feelings. I wish I'd done this when my kids were little, at this point my book would be full of "Maddie Is Feeling Annoyed By Her Mother's Existence." Enh, you know, she's always been that way.
Liz at Say Yes To Hobeken created this book of words for her little guy, also named Hank. Apparently it's a law to name your kid Hank if you live in San Francisco.
Kristen Chase at Cool Mom Picks made this book for her husband returning from a military deployment. I love this one because it shows how you can use scans of your kid's artwork and incorporate them into a book.
Party Perfect is one of my favorite blogs. If you're someone who gets party invitations from me, please don't go to that site. I copy her parties, you'll be disappointed. She made her own word book and it is an amazing use of this program.
Go! Create! Then Share It at my share site to enter the contest (password is goober if you need it) You know you've been meaning to do this.
I spent about 9 hours Sunday night looking for attractive snow globes. I told a friend about my quest and he said, "What? How hard can it be?" Then he saw the one billion atrocious snow globes that exist in the world and apologized. I mean, really.
We've collected snow globes for Maddie since she was a baby and what I've learned from collecting snow globes is two-fold. When people hear you collect anything you get about a billion of that thing. And some of them, are terrifying.
I've also learned that when you see a snow globe that is even remotely modern or attractive you should snatch that baby up because you'll never see it again.
Keeping in mind we've been collecting snow globes for about 11 years, please note our collection has just 6 globes. Here's our, I mean, Maddie's collection.
I can't remember what year Nordstrom featured Olive The Other Reindeer for their holiday theme, but that year we decided to start a little collection for Madison. Right after we took her to Santa for the first and last time.
Now get ready because this one is going to blow your mind. It's a snow man in a snow globe, holding a snow man in a snow globe. Ideally that snow man would be holding a snow man in a snow globe too but maybe that's just too much if you're not on any controlled substances. This one came from Eddie Bauer Home.
Here's a cute little penguin I found by chance at Target while roaming the aisles pretending to buy things we absolutely needed for the house.
I picked this one up at Pottery Barn Kids and in Madison's dreams this is the what Christmas morning always looks like. (That's a puppy, not a pig.)
This is another of my favorites, it's so sweet and simple. It came from the Martha Stewart Holiday collection at Kmart. I went there this year hoping she had another in this year's collection, but no.
I found a couple of decent ones while browsing this year I thought I'd share in case you don't feel like looking at 50,000 snow globes featuring bears in football jerseys.
As part of a media buy on this site, Shutterfly asked me to make a photo book using their incredibly easy photo book creator.
I decided to collect pictures from our trip up north in October, to put in a book for the owners of the cabin we stayed at. They live in Arizona and don't get up to the cabin as often as they'd like. We thought a book of pictures of the cabin i full autumn glory would be a nice treat for them while they lay by their pool in the winter and laugh at us suckers who still live in Michigan.
Since Logan and I like taking pictures we made it our goal to spend our trip taking pictures, reading, and having sex.
Which I know is an awkward thing to bring up, but come on we're all grown ups. No, what's awkward is seeing the couple who own the cabin at a party a few years ago and gushing about their magical cabin. How calming and relaxing it is. Then mentioning, "Hey! We conceived our second kid at the cabin."
Just so you know, it's considered socially awkward to tell people, "I had sex in your bed."
Live and learn. They let us go back so I guess they didn't mind that much.
We collected our favorite shots, deleted the ones of Logan peeing in the woods, and came up with a collection of pictures that capture the cabin and the surrounding area very well. You can see the entire book here, but here are some of my favorite pages.
I'd like to say I designed these pages, but I didn't. I just picked a layout and stuck the pictures where I wanted them.
I think our book will make a memorable thank you gift, and if we're lucky it will secure us a few more visits to the cabin. If I promise not to mention my marital relations.
You should definitely make your own book.
Here's what's included in this Shutterfly Prize Package:
2 7x9 photo books
25 greeting cards
25 stationary cards
1 calendar
Here's how to enter:
Go to this page at Shutterfly and create your own photo book. After you've created a book, share it at my Shutterfly Share Site (click the "Add" tab in the upper right hand corner).
[Edited To Add: Password, if you need it, is 'goober']
CONTEST EXTENDED!
You have until 12:00am (EST) on Monday, December 21st, 2009 to share your photobook at my Share Site. The contest winner will be chosen at random from those entries and announced by 2pm (EST) on December 21st, 2009.
Good Luck!
Pro Tip: Make sure your kid doesn't still have a tube in his ear drum before you decide to pour peroxide in his ear canal to clean out wax. I hope only the "Whining" part of Max's brain was eradicated when I doused it with hydrogen peroxide. While my son openly wept in pain, I felt pretty good. A big shiny ball of Shitty.
We've got an ear infection. Again.
I'm thinking Max and I should just hole up in my bedroom chronicling the ways our bodies continue to fail us.
Although Max is no fun because you give him a shot of ibuprofen and he's no longer mad at the world. Unlike me, who, as you might imagine, is pretty fed up with my body and all this crap. I'm 36 body, let's keep it together.
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Aside from sitting around asking my body why the yoga isn't making it happy? And the mostly vegetarian dinners and the broccoli and breakfast shakes packed with nutrients? We need therapy my body and me.
When I'm not doing that I've been doing things like making homemade vanilla extract. I was going to take pictures of the process but then I remembered that everybody did this project last year. I mean I did mine naked only wearing a mustache and a flower brooch, so it wasn't totally Last Year. But I couldn't exactly share those pictures. But listen if you're making vanilla extract as holiday gifts this year? You have to do it naked wearing a mustache.
I made 24 four-ounce bottles and that's a lot of vodka. I had to make another trip to Costco for a giant bottle to finish the project. However, since I'd already done my Costco shopping, I ended up buying bread, deli turkey, cheese, to make the giant bottle of vodka less noticeable. No one really batted an eye. The turkey must have distracted them.
I also didn't have a funnel on hand so I may have used one of the kid's water bottles filled with vodka to get the vodka where it needed to go. Don't worry, I used almost all of it before putting it back on Max's nightstand. He's got an ear infection, a little vodka won't hurt.
I thought one or two of these might be our Christmas card photo, but Logan said* "No one wants to see us." (*didn't say but kind of meant.)
Since we're using another shot for our xmas shot I thought I'd share a few of the other shots from our fun (unedited, ignore dust on the disc) photo shoot last week with Joe Vaughn.
Here's our Christmas Miracle. No one's eyes are closed and I don't look morbidly obese. Maybe Tiny Tim will live after all.
Max loves her no matter how insane she acts towards him.
I can't believe she's 11.
Here's our very own gap ad.
(If you can read Max's shirt, make him a sandwich.)
The last two times I've tried to do a Did They Eat It? I've messed up the recipe, not peeling the potatoes before chopping them up for Potato Soup (beige followed) and forgetting that recipes aren't instantly ready for eating once you finish putting everything in the pot.
That chili was really delicious at 10 o'clock at night. (Hint: the kids didn't eat it.)
For this edition I wanted to do something I more than likely wouldn't mess up. I found this recipe at Tasty Kitchen the day before I wanted to make it (key!) and started it in the slow cooker around 9am...just to be certain it was ready.
Put corn in the slow cooker.
Put a can of (drained and rinsed) black beans on top.
Add a pack of taco seasoning (I make my own). I used about 3 tablespoons for this recipe, we like a lot of spice, and could have used more but that's all I had left already made.
Dump it on top.
Lay three boneless, skinless chicken breasts on top. They should even be frozen which is like a dream come true since "defrosting meat I'd like to cook with" is right up there with "remember to get hair cut every 8 weeks". Something I just can't get the hang of.
Next dump some salsa on top, Logan is a fan of this kind.
Do you see how easy this is, look at these extraneous photographs I have to show you in order to make this a post!
Put the top on the slow cooker and cook on low for 6-8 hours. Shred the chicken and mix everything up, keeping warm until you're ready to serve.
And here they are with a side of rice.
Did They Eat It?
Logan: "I Love These. No really I love them. I want to have them a lot." He almost looked like a starving refugee when he said this. Which means he did like this but my God, it's not like we've been starving here. Waiting 8 hours for your dinner to be on the table NEVER KILLED ANYONE!
Max: "These are pretty good, will I be able to see corn in my poo tomorrow?" Something about tacos perplexes Max. Every time he takes a bite he sort of looks around incredulous that the shell cracked again. Like, "This Taco Clearly Has It Out For Me." And that's true, but don't tell him.
Madison: "Look. I finally got used to the idea of plain old hamburger meat inside a tortilla chip shell and now you pull this crap out at me? Thanks for nothing. Jerks." She didn't starve that night, I call that a success!
Me: I loved how easy this meal was. I would have had to try to mess it up (not that I COULDN'T!). I've been feeling a little, you know, stupid with all these cooking mishaps. This was a nice ego boost right before we tackled our Thanksgiving Feast. If I changed anything I'd add more salt and spice and maybe cut the corn back a bit. Not because of the bathroom thing Max mentioned but because it just tastes too sweet for my palate.
You can find the entire recipe here.
We cooked our first turkey this year.
Since we started spending Thanksgiving as a team, we've eaten out or we've made just a little turkey breast (sometimes wrapped in bacon). This year we decided to conquer a full bird, a 10 pound bird, but still.
When I say "We" I mean Logan made our first turkey. I can't seem to stomach preparing a full bird.
I once, with friends, decided to conquer my fear by roasting a chicken together one night. I went in, armed with rubber gloves, and an hour later Logan found me hiding under the island whimpering softly.
Not a fan. Logan though, he's a trooper.
We spent our Thanksgiving cooking all day long, together. I worried this kitchen would be too small to cook together. That it wouldn't be as fun as it was in the old house. But it was fine, even with less space.
We took breaks and played board games with the kids. When we weren't playing with them, they...GASP...got along.
At one point Logan asked, "What are your pet peeves about me?" And Holy Shit you guys. I couldn't come up with a single thing.
It was a warm, cozy, content day in our little house.
Many years ago when I decided it wasn't wise to keep the relationship going with my in laws, I worried about holidays. I still wish my kids had other kids to hang out with for these days. But all those years ago I didn't know we'd have a day like Thursday.
I kind of always thought I wanted, needed, busy frantic holidays with lots and lots of people. But this year I realized our life is full of friends and friends who are like family. Spending the day playing games with the kids and cooking with Logan in our pajamas was the perfect place for us to be.
I finally feel like we have our own traditions we're handing down to our babies.
Pretty thankful for these baby faces, with mustaches that make them just a little more mature.
Also a talented husband who can make Bar Mitzvah invites for a friend's kid and get us back a photoshoot with Joe Vaughn. (Granted it helps if the Bar Mitzvah invite is for a kid who's step-dad is Joe Vaughn.)
Max chose to wear that fedora and the blazer. He already has more fashion chutzpa than his mother.
Maddie is wearing a hair tie around her wrist because I forced her to wear her hair down. And I forced her to let me blow it out. The minute this torture (you can see from her face the torture she endured) was over she threw that hair back in a pony tail.
We did this shoot on Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. Our kids don't usually like having their pictures taken but something about that night made them relax and have fun with the process. Also Logan was there and he helps make things fun.
After the pictures we made pizzas and talked about sleep away camp and ate salad and talked about business plans and played hide and go seek.
Maybe the adults should have played less hide and seek and listened to more business plans.
My doctor's office is insanely busy. I pulled in yesterday and it looked like a mall parking lot, with cars following people to their cars so they could have their spot. The waiting room is insane, the phones are ringing off the hook and I'm standing there thinking, 'I just want to know I don't have cancer and while we're at it can we get rid of this cough?'
If you want to have a health scare, I'm going to suggest you don't do it in the midst of a flu epidemic.
On Friday I had a skin test for tuberculosis. From what I understood, if I'd been exposed to TB in my life the injection would cause no reaction on my skin. So it didn't react, which I thought meant that I had had TB.
Now when I write that out I realize it makes no sense. Especially since they gave me a note telling (my employer) that my TB test was negative.
Because I am the smartest person in the world, I thought that meant I didn't have a current TB infection but since my body didn't attack the TB I thought that meant my immune system was used to it. After announcing to my family, my husband and a bunch of people on the internet that I did have TB, which could be the reason I have an opaque spot on my lungs.
After all that I realized that when the nurse gives you a note that says, "Negative" it means you don't have TB and you never did. I guess I misunderstood the doctor, she must have meant if I had TB in my lifetime, my body would try to fight it off when it was injected under my skin.
I'm not a fan of waiting but it looks like that's what I'm going to have to do. I kind of wish all this would stop being part of my life because it's unpleasant.
I'm pretty disappointed.
A few months ago I came across Jennifer Maher's custom toy portraits site via a blog I can't remember now. That's the problem with a reader, I can never remember which site lead me where. I'm looking at my feeds and then blam-o I'm at an excellent porn site and I can't even remember who led me there.
Or maybe I just ended up there.
I love these toy portraits because Maddie is a huge fan of stuffed animals and has had a couple favorites over the years. Now that she's ELEVEN (!!!) I'm sure she'll be feeling the pressure to put them away soon. I want her to have a memento.
I shared this find on Twitter and mentioned how nice it would be to have a portrait of Choppable. Remember Choppable? Here's the story if you don't remember.....but how could you forget.
Jennifer saw it and she took me seriously. She likes a challenge.
Even better she's sending it to me. It's going in our bathroom so that our guests are terrified.
Thank you Jennifer!
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The doctor called last night. The good news is two of the spots are clear. The bad news is one is opaque, which means it can't just be dismissed as nothing. It could be a scar from an undiagnosed case of tuberculosis, it could be a lesion from sarcoidosis, or it could be cancer.
Which? If I have cancer in my lung then fuck you second hand smoke.
The next step is a PPD test for tuberculosis....and then if I have had TB we do another scan in 4 months to see if that spot has grown. If I did not have TB we look at it again in 2 months.
Overall this is good news, if all three spots were opaque, we'd be much more concerned. But...I'll be honest, I'm not thrilled the doctor didn't call to tell me everything was clear and now we just go forward trying nasal spray and an extra dose of antiacid to get rid of this stupid cough.
Instead I'm still coughing and now I'm waiting another 2-4 months to see if cancer is growing in my lung.
Not bad news and that's good. But not the news I wanted.
Iodine in your veins makes your nether regions really warm, in case you wanted to know. I was told this could happen but it was still awfully jarring, as though I'd just wet my pants during my CT Scan. (I'm sure there's a fetish for that.)
I wasn't sure I wanted Logan to come with me because I wasn't sure what would happen at this appointment. Would they, like they did at my follow up mammogram, look over the data and tell me, "Surprise! You've got a cat in your lung!" on the spot. And if they were going to tell me news on the spot, and the news was unpleasant I didn't really want to be there alone.
But alas, there was no news, only an assurance that my doctor would have a report in 3-5 business days. To which I say, "Bull Shit."
Instead I asked Logan to take the morning off of work to sit in a waiting room for 10 minutes while I laid on a table wondering if I'd wet my pants.
Logan deals with these things, these little moments of health scares in our family, with a lot of grace. I give him credit for that because I can't imagine I'd feel very good if he paniced and I couldn't devote all my energy to worrying.
On the other hand when he says patly, "Everything is fine."
I can't help but feel he doesn't fully embrace the power of worry. He doesn't know everything is fine and yet he claims it as truth. I feel this is begging the universe to clobber us over the head and still, he won't worry or even slightly fret.
I'd even give him a pass if he wasn't worrying because of some supernatural ability to see the future or even just a gut instinct. Instead he bases his total lack of worry on one simple fact. He doesn't want anything bad to happen so he simply believes it won't.
I know. I know I should just leave because he's fallen off the deep end. Unfortunately he's really good in bed, so I'm kind of stuck with him.
Luckily there's a bunch of you guys out there fretting. Some people turn to prayer but I like that you're worried so that when the results come in and it turns out I aspirated some Magnetix pieces I can feel like a real asshole putting you all through this kind of stupidity.
And Man! Some of you guys are really fucking good at worrying. Some of the possibilities you've dug up around the internet are just so awful. So heart stoppingly awful, you've really got me almost convinced the next time I cough my whole body is going to spontaneously combust. This is the kind of worrying I can get behind.
Yesterday I ran around after the appointment getting last minute stuff ready for Maddie's class camping trip. Then I did a lot of laundry and finally went to hang out with my two best girlfriends and a bottle of prosecco. I felt mildly exhausted and a little distracted yesterday but quite honestly each minute that goes by without a call from the Doctor makes me feel a little safer.
A little more like my luck isn't running out quite yet.
But then that's sort of a slap in the face to my theory of worry. So today I've spent the day in bed covered in a rash over most of my upper body, what appears to be an iodine allergic reaction. The phone is right in my lap and I'm not sure if I should be happy it hasn't rang, it seems like if the spots in my lungs were something terrible I would have heard by now.
Or if I should be terribly worried something fantastical is happening and the doctors can't even identify it yet.
Like my transformation to Mermaid Lady has begun.
Don't get me wrong that sounds fantastic, I just don't know how we're going to afford a salt water pool in the basement. I guess I'll worry about that for a while.
