My son has moved so far away it would take me two days to drive there… Even with my lead foot.
The area is growing so rapidly that mapquest and ups do not recognize his address.
When I enter the GPS coordinates in google earth I see a dirt field with the beginning of a foundation.
He is scheduled to fly in this weekend. I can’t wait to see him, embrace him, smell him:)
I pulled in a parking lot where I had an appointment after work. Since I was early I began reading freshly pressed.
Some minutes later I grabbed me keys and jumped out of my Prius… but when I pressed the button on the fob… it wouldn’t lock.
I almost walked inside. THEN I REMEMBERED! My car was still running. I never turned it off. It was just quiet because my baby had switched to battery power. That is why it wouldn’t lock!
Thank goodness I didn’t go inside and leave my car running.
I spent yesterday night in the ER with a very uncomfortable husband and not a lot of answers. After an EKG, X-ray, and blood draw they finally gave him an IV cocktail so at least one of us could sleep.
I stepped into the hall to find a ladies room while he slept and we waited for lab results. On the way back I noticed a plaque for employees who excelled beyond the call of duty at work. The fact that I stopped to read such an obvious attempt by management to motivate employees to work harder without increasing monetary compensation indicates just how bored I was…
Anyway! The employee I noticed was a phlebotomist. A phlebotomist? How does one excellent beyond the call of duty at that?
I mean no disrespect. At some jobs it is difficult to really smash the ball out of the park. I am an accountant! I can improve cash flow, or minimize tax liability. I am never going to save a life at work, or even dramatically improve one.
So what did this phlebotomist do? Poke more people per hour than the rest? Poke everyone right the first time? Start an IV in stressful circumstances? Omit the poison from the needle tip of an unappreciative smart ass like me?
In the end I wish that phlebotomist would have excelled for my husband, and given a diagnosis. I know that is the doctors job, but… the good news is my husband is not dying. The bad news is… of course they have no idea what the problem is. 🙂
Maybe he is just stressed from being with a basket case for so many weeks. Maybe I need to complain more to WordPress and less to him.
Growing up my sisters and I never received Easter baskets. Our mother and aunt would fill dozens of plastic eggs with jellybeans or good chocolate, and hide them all over the back yard.
The cousin my age was a great competitor for speed and intellect. We loved the hunt, and ‘cracking’ the egg open into the large popcorn bowl. In our family all of the candy went into the bowl and anyone could eat it.
This year my lover filled an Easter basket just for me:) All of the jelly beans were black:) There was even my first chocolate bunny!
I felt sooo guilty because I didn’t get him a basket. I am grateful for a man who can be so thoughtful when I am struggling so much.
Thank You!
simplysamiam 