Me: Can you have symptoms of a heat stroke and not have the stroke? MJ: Oh brother. Me: Seriously, is that possible? MJ: That's a hotflash! What I was referring to is the fact that Hubs went on a fishing trip this past weekend. He stayed up late drinking with buddies on Saturday night then got up extra early on Sunday morning to board a 6am boat for an all day excursion on the John Day River. He returned Monday burnt to a crisp and extremely tired. He didn't drink much water while on the boat so I am assuming that he was dehydrated...and still is. That's what makes MJ's hotflash comments all the more comical to me. But then it doesn't take much to humor me anymore.
It is now the year Twenty-Eleven. This shall be the year for changes. Real, tangible changes. Having joined the "unemployed" club in December 2010, January marks the reality of that and how it really affects my family, my home, my security. I have had some time to let it "sink in" so to speak, the resentment I have had about it seems to have subsided and instead I am looking at it as an opportunity to be at home with my boys and to start to really HEAL my little family of all the pain and hurt that has been so prevelant in the past 4 years. Yes...I said FOUR YEARS! I say goodbye to my bi-weekly therapist appointments (better known as lunch dates), and go it on my own. I say goodbye to the security of what was once daily routine and hello to the unfamiliar charting of new waters. I know I won't sink...not in me to do that. Swimming shall become my new favorite sport, no longer will I be worried about how to keep my head above the water. With that said, I am ...
I have spent the better part of the past 12-15 years not consuming caffeine (chocolate not included; however I don't really go into a frenzy over that). I almost never drank dark soda (the occasional root beer--caffeine free of course), and always drank 7Up or Ginger Ale as by bubbly alternative...even then, notsomuch. THEN...while I was preggers with son #2, I did nothing by the book! I drank 7Up like it was water, ate sugar like it was going out of style and actually CRAVED an occasional sip or two of the Hub's Pepsi. That was enough, I guess, to turn me to the "dark" side. I fell back in love with this: NOT Coke...it isn't as sweet and as Pepsi (trust me...I have tested both). Oh and it CANNOT be this: For some reason it just tastes better from a plastic bottle than it does from a can. I actually taste tested both and it is true. Try it sometime. I say I fell back in love with Pepsi, when I was growing up...we drank this stuff by the cases. Back then, it came...
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