This is my brain...

This is my brain on Prednisone

I made this amazing choice of footwear

while being pumped up on drugs for infected poison ivy,

toward the end of summer.

I had taken Nathan to C.A.P,

dropped him off,

WENT TO TRACTOR SUPPLY THEN MY COFFEE HANGOUT

with

these

2

different

shoes

on...

Doug curiously looked down at my feet

when we arrived home and really had to ask

if I had known that my shoes did not match.

********

Fast forward to yesterday

when I took Solomon to the allergist,

ran the carpool of kids their next class,

went to Lowes and Walgreens

then back to drop Nathan off at C.A.P.

finally ending up in front of the fireplace

at my coffee hangout.

As I was getting ready for bed last night,

I took my earrings out and as I set them in the drawer

I noticed that they were similiar (silver)

but 2 very different earrings. 

I blame the holiday season for that one.

Which is also why I can not find the time to blog.

Or think of the decade that public service announcement about my brain was out-

the one with the egg in the frying pan...



First Broken Bone?

Nope.

FIRST CAVITY.

We have always felt that Solomon

would take the first trip to the E.R.

and come home in a cast.

Something to do with his disposition I guess.

And I had felt so much pride

with our track record at the dentist

especially when twice a year I have to listen

to the lecture about children who learn at home

have a higher rate of cavities, blah blah blah

I tried to prepare him as best I could,

suggesting that, like the allergy testing,

the unknown is worse than the actual event.

He had alot of questions about the gas that the dentist said he would use.

Gas from the gas station? Propane? Gas like in Nathan's green gas gun?

I tried to focus on the good news-no shot!

 He wondered if he would be asleep like Grandpa

during his surgery and have to get pushed out in a wheelchair.

Still smiling all the way though.

Little did he know, we were both doing the same thing;

fake it until you make it.

 The nurse was great and showed him everything they would use,

giving gentle descriptions (instead of drill).

The anticipation was the worst part so I occupied him

by taking photos and pointing out anything he hadn't noticed in the office.

I told him I would take pics so he could see what the procedure was like.

 The Dr. told him that as soon as his hands were tingly, he would start.

Luckily that took 2.5 seconds because I didn't like seeing him laying there

with a gas mask on.

I asked Solomon if I could take pics because he looked

like something cool from Star Wars...

this was really for my own benefit

as things look different through a lens and I found I could watch

without feeling faint.

Solomon was amazed by several things

including the effects of the gas mask

but also how quickly the cavity was taken care of.

The Dr. sweetly replied that even though they can be fixed

and quite quickly,

it is best to really try not to get another one.

You would think he had orders straight from the President.

He ordered water with his lunch.

Water.

"I'm Glad for What I Have"...~veggie tales

Happy Thanksgiving

We, as American's,

are most blessed.

We have so much

to give thanks for.

If we only knew....

2 new (old) serving dishes graced our table on Thanksgiving
I love throwbacks with sentimental value

My personal plate.
Roasted sweet potatoes w/onion,
sauteed kale, cornbread & sage dressing,
cranberries and a nice dollup of sour creme...
Yes people, I DO eat on Thanksgiving.

Solomon insisted that this bird was blogworthy.

He was very intrigued by the entire turkey process

and really wanted me to photograph her

"with her skin white" (before cooking).

Not only did I find that idea repulsive,

it was also utterly impossible

because of the gallon size bags I had on each hand

while handling this thing.

(I was out of gloves).

Luckily he forgot about finding the camera

but launched into a serious investigation of HOW

"they" get the internal organs out of the bird

without cutting it open...

I quietly told him that Mommy gets very agitated

dealing with raw poultry due to the potential

for bacteria spewing everywhere, which sent him running, 

MUCH to my relief,

as I did NOT want to have to explain the contents of "the bag".