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Take Cheese Puffs for example

I can’t just eat one. Cheese puffs are my weakness. I’m not addicted by any means…until I open the bag. And then, let’s say, it’s my life’s mission to finish them until you can’t see that my fingers were once flesh toned. So I have to be careful when such a bag is purchased. I have to pour from…not eat directly from the container. The same goes for popcorn. And I must admit, it could be painful to watch me eat popcorn. Nothing like what’s depicted in this picture of Garfield. Nope, I eat one at a time. Sucking the salt from every popped kernel of the bowl. The large bowl. And this is how it goes for some of my choice picks in life. Transition to television…

As of late, I’ve taken to a new series. Ah, series. May I never watch prime time television again. I couldn’t possibly wait for the next week’s episode. No, I’ve gotta have it all right now. All 22 episodes to each of the seven seasons. It’s a problem, I fear. I’m locked into this thing like nothing else. I could walk the streets of this show and live quite normal. Talk to the characters and get great insight to their well beings. If they had any. I’m starting to remind myself of the crazy lady on Misery. lol

Enough about that. On to other things on my wondrous mind. Do you ever think in your mind that you’re happy you’re not so-in-so? Like living their life would be the pits? I admit, I sometimes do. Then I wondered tonight, ‘does someone ever think the same of me?’ Like, do they see my life as a train they hope they never catch? Food for thought. Luckily I’m ignorant to my own plight. I live it everyday. I’m immune to its every day taste. It’s like raising my kid and never seeing him grow. Uncle whoever shows up and his jaw drops at the six inches he’s grown since he last visited. This is a good thing. I guess.

It’s fall now. I’ve said it before, this season depresses me. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. The cooler weather, the change of colors, and the sweaters…thank the Lord for sweaters. Now I don’t look like a total geek wearing sweaters indoors. It’s cooler temperature, sure they matter! But then there’s the darker hour coming earlier, the less chatter of summer bugs and more chaos of annoying crickets. The land becomes barren, the trees get skinnier without foliage, and outside just gets sad. It’s a love-hate thing with me and fall.

So far, 3 of my kids have been sick because of this fall. I took 2 to the doctor last week. I hate when I regret doing that. But it had been three weeks of coughing. At what time do you take them? They didn’t have a fever, but the incessant coughing was getting out of hand. Surely it had gone bacterial by now, I thought. That’s what my normal doctor would’ve said. Had she been not retired and I was now forced to see an assistant to the assistant. *head palm* Yes, that assistant….she advised saline. Okay, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want her to prescribe a pharmacy at the first murmur of a cough, but this was 3 weeks. Incessant. To the point I told both of them to be quiet. Who does that? They’re coughing lungs up. But it was grating. On everyone. So I told the assistant to the assistant, “Can I just please get 2 prescriptions to go? Just in case it takes more than saline? You know, to make me feel like this $320 out of pocket visit is really worth it?” And so I’m the proud owner of 2 scripts for antibiotics. I’ll get it filled for sure. I earned that. Miraculously they’ve been coughing less. Even sans the saline. Who knows. Either way, I’ve got something to fight it with should it so boldly return as it did.

I’m off to contemplate some more. It’s a dangerous thing, you know. 🙂

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Heart of my Heart

I’m not sure if most of you know, but last year I adopted a little girl from China. I’d always wanted to adopt. I think it came mostly from knowing I had something (a family) and I could offer it someone who didn’t have something (a family). I could be their someone. A place, a home, a person to spend Christmas, birthdays, Thanksgiving, and Easter with. Always. When I think about how some people don’t have that, it breaks my heart. I came from a family where I was the youngest of 5, so I don’t know what it’s like, but I can imagine it would be like a black hole. Empty. Scary. And so it was extremely important that when I got married, I wanted my husband to know that I desired to adopt. I just had no idea that would take me across the world. Fate is so hilarious sometimes.

This little girl was sort of picked for us. The day I called in to the agency to ask about a sibling group was the day the family who had her on hold for six months, had given her file back. They weren’t going to move forward. I was asked if I’d be interested. Sure. They forwarded me her file. I remember reading the special need: Down Syndrome and repaired heart. Granted I’d never been around someone with Down Syndrome, but after pondering if this was something we could take on, my family said, YES! And here she is. Home for almost a year.

Adoptions are vastly different from one another. One family can have a wonderful, fairy tale experience, and one can cry daily, asking why they brought this in their lives. The disruption can destroy families in some cases. It’s not for the faint of heart. There is so much trauma. Specifically, international adoptions carry with them the layer of living in an institution for all their lives. Transitioning to a family is HUGE. Depending on the orphanage, there could even be abuse. We got lucky. So very lucky.

Before we left on that 20 hour trip to China, I asked my husband, “Do you think it’s going to feel like we’re babysitting her?” I mean, come on…we’ve never met her and they just hand her off to you and say sign here and here. What connection do you have? As if asking how this is going to weigh on you, consider her. It’s ripping her from all she knows–a culture, a dialect, routine, food….what person would love any of this?

As I looked around the table at my kids today, my eyes settled on this new face–this tiny life that floated into our lives through a roll of pictures on a laptop and a sketchy medical record. I was in awe of how much love my heart had for her. How although she did not come from me biologically, she is completely entangled with every fiber of love I feel for her. She is no different from my other children. I might have flown to China to get her, but somehow she always held a place in my heart.

The day we met her, she looked into my eyes, threw her arm around my neck, and called me mama. Her tiny lips kiss my cheeks several times a day like that first week we met her, and she is constantly astounding me with how brilliant she is. I cannot imagine life without her.

 

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Heartbroken on Valentine’s Day

We all know that Valentine’s Day and me aren’t friends. Haven’t been for years. It just always turned out to be a crap day. Even when I did have a legitimate Valentine. It’s like Cupid circles my head and shoots flaming darts. But this one…this day started out fine. I finally remembered the cookies for my daughter’s school party. The teachers have only been after me all week. Yesterday they stapled a reminder…stapled! a reminder to her backpack. Then left another note inside her binder. I get it! Cookies. Anyway, I remembered. Then I set out and got everyone close to me a valentine, some fashion of a sweet, and a little $5 nothing. But something, really. I got my daughter a musical on DVD, my son these beans he collects. (They have magnets inside). And yada, yada, yada. I went in late to work, scored a free lunch, and went home to have a wonderful dinner made for yours truly. Whew, I made it. Then a few things happened, or as we know it, Cupid shot the first flame. First, my daughter confided that everyone in her homeroom got a carnation, some even 2 or 3, and she was the ONLY one who got nothing. None. Who does this? Why can’t the teacher read on the sheet who is getting one, have extras, and make sure no one leaves the room without one? Nope. So there my little girl sported around all day without a flower. She said she seriously could have cared less. Right. But alas, there is NOTHING I can do to right that wrong. Valentine’s Day is going to become one less rocking day to her, as well. Then my littlest boy comes to me and hands me 3 Valentine’s cards he received. 3. Not one of those homemade shoe boxes you used to make to hold the 20 that would come, but 3. He’s in the 5th grade, so you’re not asked to exchange them. In fact, they didn’t even send out a sheet with a list of names. And he didn’t want to give any–he’s a boy. And so it hit me. Hard. This is his last year in elementary school. The last time it will even be an option. (let me wipe the tears as I continue to write). My kids are growing up too fast. Way too fast. Said daughter will get her driver’s permit next month. Where does this leave me? I’ll tell you where. In a fetal position, crying my eyes out, surrounded by scrap books of all my little babies. Is this what empty nest feels like? Aren’t we supposed to be waiting until they fly out?        Nope.

I think I need to give serious thought to admitting I can’t live here anymore. For health reasons of not tolerating the cold, I must leave. I must find a place closer to the sun, with a dash of salt water, and lots of warm air. Like lots. It’s getting worse the older I become. Scratching ice off my windshield each morning, wearing layers like an onion, and practically sitting on a space heater at my desk is getting old. Way old. What happened to global warming? When is it happening? I can take a month of cold. Tops. After Christmas it needs to snap back to a cool spring of 6 months. Why can’t this be done? For crying out loud.

Oh yeah, I suffered through strep throat last week. Um, don’t ever want to do that again. Luckily no one caught it. I stayed in bed for 3 days. So unlike me. Even my bones were crying to stand up again. It was awful. This is what it felt like when I swallowed.No joke.

I’m gearing up for my book release, and writing my next book at the same time. It’s amazing how I can catch such a tailwind of writing, then sit down for a second and wonder, “where is this thing going?” And that my friend is the intercom calling for WRITER’S BLOCK. Never ask yourself where this is going. Just drive. The story will find its destination just fine. So, I’m off to not ask myself any questions, not ponder how my littles are growing up, and not thinking twice about adding another pair of socks or sweater to my already 2 layers. Peace out and have a great weekend!

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Shut the Front Door!

I bought “Pretty Woman” the anniversary DVD and guess what? There are scenes not seen in the one they play on television!! Or were they in the movie theater edition? Who knows. All I know is that when I was watching it and writing out bills, there was a moment or three that something was on the screen that I had never seen before. I loved it! It was like getting more of something that’s already wonderful. And who doesn’t love Pretty Woman? Who didn’t imagine an Edward would come into their life and whisk them off their feet with credit cards and paid living expenses. Oh, and be crazy good looking to boot? Yeah, no matter how old you can still imagine. 🙂

So one of my fish died the other night. I’m not sure if it was Clementine or Tangerine. They both confused me after a few days in the tank. I hate not knowing what killed the guy off. He was looking fat there for a few days. Which would not coincide with the thought I forgot to feed them a few times. Hmm… depressing. I asked my husband to dispose of the body. 😦

It got colder where I live. Which is wonderful for my car that doesn’t have air conditioning. But kind of sucky for mornings. Not that I’m a morning fan, but who wants to get out of bed to cold? Personally I like summer. I’ll take the heat. I used to be crazy about fall. It was my favorite. Then it got too sad. I get sentimental when the leaves change now. And right down depressed when winter hits. Give me the spring!! Then summer. A few days of fall, but absolutely no winter.

Time to think about Christmas. Now there’s a holiday to love. All the decorations, good will, trees, and Hallmark movies!!!! The kids hate when I decorate in November. Yeah, they don’t have to worry about lugging out all the stuff. Just a couple more weeks…okay like four, but they’ll be here before we know it!

Have a good rest of the week!

 

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Ho-Hum

I feel like someone unplugged me when September happened. Summer only increased its temperature, school kept going on with afternoon activities, and work got pushed to ‘never a good day’ to go. Did the earth shift? What’s going on? This is the month I typically mellow out, not shut down. I guess if I really look into it I can see the break down. Sleep has become my ‘must do’ and not my ‘get to’. I feel like a toddler being told to go take a nap. “But I’m not done with things I want to do.” This is not to be confused with things I have to do. Now to the temperature. Normally school starts and the cool weather sets in. Ah-ha, you’d be wrong. It’s still a piping 95 degrees in this neck of the woods. And when your car stops compressing the cold air, this fact sucks. I’m dripping when I stop the car to get out to go anywhere. Not to mention my new passenger. Which is my next possibility of the energy deletion. Who knew having a five year old again would be so exhausting? Especially one that doesn’t speak a lick of English and has zero clue of when I say ‘don’t do that’, and instead she does it with gusto. Who knew?

Don’t get me started on the afternoon activities. I lucked out…drew the great straw…none of my kids really wanted to ever do extracurricular activities. Nor did I when I was growing up. Just ring that dismissal bell and let me get the bleep out of there! But no, my lovely daughter has taken up acting. And this requires hours of waiting to go and get her. No, not at a normal time…at dinner time! When I live over an hour round trip from the school. Joy to the world. It’s okay, really. A month and a half more and we get a month break until he next play.

I’m hanging in there. Trying to get used to the new normal. Writing at weird times, singing too many nursery rhymes, and making too many noodles. Still I’m joyful and humble to be able to have a new normal. We choose happy, we choose joy, and I’m tickled by the small things. Um, like the Hallmark movie Christmas lineup being released next week. Not that I’ll see it. I just know it’s coming up. Right after Halloween. And just typing that word makes me smile. I’ve already put out the pumpkins and await the hundreds of dollars I’ll spend on little cute candy bars for my bowl in the kitchen. It’s funny finding the wrappers underneath beds and stuck in the dryer thingy. 🙂

Have a wonderful week, everyone. I’m going to drink an energy drink and look alive!!!

 

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Time moves on

Long time no blog, huh? I’ve been a bit busy. I got back from China! That was huge. I gained a wonderful little being. That was humongous. Now my nest is getting ready to be scattered, again. Drats, that college!

China was busy. And scary. I’d say 1% spoke broken English. That is if you could find her/him. We were on our own most of the time (2 weeks). Which made eating almost impossible. Menus were mostly in Chinese, and we are not the gambling type, seeing that chicken feet were a favorite by many and squid flavored potato chips were at every convenience store. My husband lost 10 pounds and I lost about 6. I lived on Coke and the doughnut and fried egg they gave me each morning. Oh, and Coke at lunch and dinner. Hence only the 6 pounds lost. You are told NOT to drink the water. Brush your teeth with bottled water and not to eat the vegetables. Hmmm….that left watermelon and rice with noodles. I don’t want to see another speck of rice for quite some time.

Our newest family member is amazing. Upon our first meeting, she clung to me and hasn’t changed her mind that I’ll do as her new momma. What a brave little girl. She left all she knows, a language she understood, all-you-can eat rice and noodles, and came to America with a strange woman and her husband to try her tastebuds on mashed potatoes and applesauce. Both of which she despises. Sigh. So I make her rice and noodles anytime she wants. She truly inspires me with how quickly she is adapting. 🙂

My two…yes, two boys leave for college next week. *sniff, sniff* I know they need to go, need to spread their wings. However, I’ll be left to look at their empty rooms and remember all the nonsense and shenanigans they pulled during our time together. Stop me now!! I don’t think I can go and make the exit scene at the dorm rooms, again. I might be busy that day they have to go. LOL

On a more exciting topic…I am about to release my next book. I. AM. So. Excited!! I just read the latest review for it. I get such a high off of reading what someone thinks of my books. Provided they are justifiable. I can’t say too much for the trolls out there. Everybody has a pooper, right? Anyway, so my next book comes out August 23rd! Eep. It’s a summer fling-type one. I got it in right under the ‘summer’ wire. I do hope everyone who reads it likes it. As with all my books, I fall in love with each of the characters. It’s so difficult to choose which I like best.

Well, I’m off to get that last minute school shopping done. Everyone has that one kid, right? The one that constantly reminds me they have nothing on their supply list and school starts Monday. Yeah, yeah. I have three days, don’t I? Oh, how I hate the supply aisles at Wal-Mart and Target. It’s worse than a BOGO at the shoe store. People grabbing glue sticks like Elmer’s is going on strike. And binders that cost a fraction of my car payment lining the shelves. Come on! It’s a binder, people. Three rings. Why is it like ten bucks? And why does every teacher in the free world need two for their class? Don’t get me started on backpacks. Yes, my oldest son has reminded me that he’s had the same one for the past five years. What can I say? That thing has kept its shape and still zips. Well, kind of. I’ll get him a new one. But have you seen the prices? Forty dollars? And that’s a cheap one. Seriously? Times that by like six. It takes a bite out of the old wallet.

Enough of my school supply rant. I mean, is my kid really going to blow their nose through three boxes of tissues? And use 200 Clorox wipes? I think not. Anyway, happy back to school! Let the good times roll for all the moms who can drop their kids and go back home and take it easy. Your summer of ‘Mom, I’m bored’ has officially come to another close.

Cheers!

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Seriously Marvel??

Okay…so I write “Searching For Sarah” and leave it on a semi-cliff hanger and I get bombarded with poor reviews and mean mail for why I did this, and we have a multi-million dollar franchise out there doing what they just did and …what? What’s being done about this? I want to know. I sit in a theater for 2.5 hours watching this…this…movie (which is not my genre to watch) and I get this ending? Seriously?????

Let me back up a paragraph and just let you know why I found myself in the throws of such a movie as this. It was my daughter’s birthday. And she loves Marvel. Lord knows why. Oh yeah, it could be she has 4 brothers and there’s little hope for chick flicks ever getting in the way of her vision with them around. Anyway, so she asks me to attend the movie with her. Which by the way, she’s meeting her bestie there, so what am I serving for this? Oh well…anyway, I haven’t seen any of the other movies so I have no idea who does what or why. Then I get into it and find out this is a part one. Uh, what? Now I have to wait for the next one. Are you kidding me? Don’t they make one every two years or something? Oy.

Let’s see, other than the big birthday bash, I went with my college boy to Toys R Us. Another iconic store closing. Can you believe it? I took all my kids on their birthdays to this place. We’d stop by the front desk, pick up their crown and balloon, and get announced on the loud speaker that if anyone saw us to stop and say happy birthday. Whose taking up for this tradition now? Who? I’ll tell you…Amazon. And there is no birthday virtual balloon there…no crown or loud announcement to the universe. Let’s face it, you shop deals now. Whoever can give it to you cheapest and in 2 days, without leaving your little living room and having to drive across town, or in my case 45 minutes. Amazon is replacing everyone. I’m pretty sure they had something to do with the end of Borders, too. Another Oy.

We’re getting warmer weather here so it’s time for the pollen invasion. Each morning my car looks as though it’s cloaked in a green foamy cape. Not good. I think of my lungs when I’m out for an extended amount of time. Is everyone getting this? Is this a Virginia thing? 

Enough about that, I’ve got to get some sleep. I get so cranky when I’m sleepy. It’s like if I don’t eat for two days, no biggie. (well, sort of a biggie) But if I get cheated out of 2 hours of sleep, a mean dog stirs inside and I bite off everyone’s head. Not cool. Now if I could just shut off my mind long enough to catch some z’s. Till next time, my friendly followers! 🙂

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I’m sensing a pattern here…

Okay, so I didn’t wake up grumpy, but I seem to be going to bed a bit miffed. Do I know why? Not consciously, but I assure you that if I had some couch time I’d get to the bottom of it! Tonight it’s the little things that are rubbing me…you know, like I’m ticked with Special K Red Berries cereal because the first bowl is a bounty of berries, however by bowl four you’re searching the box for them. Why? Can’t they get the ratio and way it comes out more precise? LOL Yep, that even sounded crazy in my head. But let’s back up to this morning. Maybe I’ll find why I’m a bit out of sorts.

I woke up late. Why? Because my bed is incredibly warm. Because I go to bed past the time I can keep my eyelids open. Because I don’t like mornings. So I had to go to the dentist with boy 4 and girl 1. He had a cavity. The horror. The complete horror of having to go and wait 2 hours….2 hours to have that thing filled. Of course the majority of that time was letting him get sedated and then the gas and the waking from the gas. See what not brushing every night got you, I asked. This. He assures me he will brush, floss, fluoride, and soak teeth every night to avoid such future horror. Sidenote: Girl 1 had no cavities. Yay!

As for the rest of my day, it went okay. I did some errands, ate a crappy lunch, and wandered around for what to make for dinner. Ah, my favorite time to sit and wonder what I’ll feed my tribe. Nothing good, I assure you it was. Nothing. I couldn’t even bear to clean it up. Boy 2 surprised me by clearing it out while I was washing laundry. I finished up the evening by eating a bowl of my berry cereal and feeling as though I got nothing accomplished today. Maybe that’s my problem. All I did was ride in a car or ride that dentist waiting room chair. And then of course I’m on the kick of feeling fat again. Yet nothing stops me from eating. Go figure that!

Okay, now for the positive portion of this segment. Because being negative is beginning to make me look even worse. I will mention a few things that light up my world and give me reason to be the happiest person ever. Let’s see:1. I have the most wonderful 6 kids ever. Maybe not every second of the day. But when I’m around other bad children, I know my really aren’t all that naughty. LOL! No, they are good. Down in their core they are good. Now to just not have to police them every second. 2. My home is just what I need. It’s beautiful, provides most with their own room, gives us security, and has a serene setting. (I mention this because I get the itch to move every day). 3. My husband is one of the best. I’d go as far to say I think he puts my needs before his own. You just don’t get that lucky usually. 4. I’m getting the chance to adopt a very sweet little girl in just 2 short months. Although it has been some of the most stressful times of my life with deadlines, hoops to jump through, and finding the money…I will be her mother before her 5th birthday. Amazing!! 5. Speaking of moms, I have the best one ever. This woman could’ve bunked with Mother Theresa for all I know. Drank from her same cup. Brushed with her same comb. She is giving, empathetic, compassionate to a fault, and all mine! Yep, that made me feel better. Sometimes you have to check in to what’s important and check out of what you have no control over. Like Kellog’s or cavities. I know this. 😉

Till next time! Have a good rest of the week.

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Have You Ever…

…woke up grumpy for no reason? It’s like trying to step out of quick sand to shake it off. I mean seriously…really? A brand new morning, and this? And I must add that I had pretty decent entertainment last night in my sleep. I have no idea where my dream came from. Who implants these things? To have a full blown plot…extravagant dialogue, and thought out imagery? Who? Last night I was training for Chick-fil-A. I was with a pack of other new employees and we had to wear yellow raincoats and perform show tunes for drive-thru customers. Are you kidding me?

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I had to. I remember forgetting my lines. It was horrible. And the rain…it was pouring. Some dream weaver, interpreter would love to get into my head! I would love to get into my head! LOL

I am going on a birthday getaway this weekend. My sister is hosting a hotel stay and play in Pennsylvania. I’m looking forward to it. I’ve been asked minute by minute by my children the precise time we’re leaving, and what time we’ll arrive, what will we do, when will we get back…..it’s daunting to say the least. I’m going to pre-record a message and let them play it back at will.

Anyway, about the whole getting older thing. I’ve noticed some changes. Subtle…but alas still creeping up on me in the mirror. My neck appears to seem a bit more detailed. Where there was once a regular neck, there are now definitions of other things going on. Can’t really explain in words, but it seems different. I’ve decided to stop looking at it. Then there’s my cheeks. They look swollen. Do I have a gum disease lurking? Or is this how it’s going down? Plump cheeks. I guess they could be drawn and empty. Okay, I’ll take plump. Still need to see the dentist though. 🙂

I’m okay with getting older. I get to use it to my advantage a lot of the times. You know, “I know because I’m ancient like trees. I’ve been there, done that” sort of thing. Learn from your elders! Yuk. That’s become me, hasn’t it? *sigh*

Last point of the day. My bed. When does it become that there’s too many things on the bed? I love extra pillows. They prop me up at night to watch television. Then my husband bought me this Peppa Pig lamb for Christmas that makes noises. I love it. So I kept it on my bed, where my children know not to squeeze it. It could stop and I don’t see where to replace batteries. But then my mom just got me a new bunny for Easter. Yes, my mother still loves me! And it looks good on there, too. Oh, and there’s that new pillow that happened to be a complete steal at Target. I bought the comforter to go with it for my new daughter’s room but it didn’t match. I kept the pillow instead. But is it too much? It’s beginning to be an ordeal to make up my bed in the mornings and account for all this junk!

It doesn’t look like it, but there are 7 pillows there! No, 8. One of them is hiding. Shewee…I must put a stop to the collection. Who can just go to sleep anymore without cataloging this stuff? If I don’t watch it, I might come home and find my husband doing a little of this!

But seriously….have a great week and weekend. I’ll make sure and take a lot of pictures of Amish country to share with everyone! Peace out!!

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Two things to stew on…

First…healthcare. No, I promise this won’t get political or raise any awareness 🙂 , but seriously…I took my daughter to the “doctor” this evening because she has had a persistent stomach ache and it’s added a pretty hairy sore throat to the list of ailments. Know this, my daughter NEVER misses school, not even stupid half days. (Who ever thought of a half day? Pa-lease) So when she dropped her backpack by the door this morning and morphed into a ball beside me in bed, I knew that meant business. By dinner (of course) she’d become worse, so I drove her to the “doctor”. Only to be awakened to what’s, er I mean, who’s out there at these facilities now. They are referred to as “providers”. Yep, I was told I’d see a provider today. Hmm… Then I was called back by a “medical assistant”. Did the nurses and doctor’s get new names? Are these so called “providers” and “assistants” getting the same education as the others used to get? They even wore name badges; ‘medical assistant’. I’m a bit confused, and concerned. What was more eerie was they kept referring to one another by these cold titles. “The provider will be into see you shortly.” “You can ask the provider when she comes back in.” “The medical assistant will come do the strep test.”Are we running out of doctors and nurses? And will I be charged based on a provider and medical assistant rate?

But all that mess came before the drive pool lane at school. Today was extremely rushed for me. I left my house a total of 4 times today. And when you live on Little House on the Prairie that’s kind of a big thing. You usually plan to get groceries and call it a day where I’m from. No, seriously. There are no quick trips from my house. They all take about an hour one way. So before the doctor…provider debacle (which by the way, it’s a virus…yeah sure. I know strep when I see it) there was the car pool at school to pick up my son. Or as I like to call it, the 4k run of my patience. I mean seriously…mothers actually unbuckle themselves, stroll around to the sidewalk, kiss child on head, ask child how day was, undo their backpack to make sure nothing’s missing, place child in car, hum a little tune, buckle them, blow a kiss, shut the door, and saunter back to the driver’s seat. At which time they buckle, wave at the teacher who hasn’t quite exited the building, wait until they see them and return wave, then with turtle speed pull forward. Just once I’d like to blow my horn. I’ve thought about it. Long and hard. Who would scold me? Others might join in. You know who the culprit is by the third week of school. I look for that bumper sticker of the multi-colored bear and pray I’m not behind it. Or the red little hatch back. Oh, I’ve got the offenders down pat, all right.

Well, I’ve got to wake up early so I better get off my little soap box tonight. I somehow made a dentist appointment for all of my children in the morning. You know, when you make these appointments six months in advance, they should tell you where it hits. Lucky for me, it’s the day before Easter…the day I usually earmark for doing all the things I’ve procrastinated a month to do…Easter shop, menu prep for 14 guests…you know, the normal pre-holiday stuff. So this year instead of all that, I get to drive 2 hours to the dentist in holiday traffic.

So to leave on a spectacular note, because after I overcome my hurried day and watch some mindless television, I’ll be fine…I wish you a magnificent Easter. A time to feast with family and friends. To be oh-so-happy warm weather is settling in finally, and to eat all the coconut cake you want!