Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Confession Tuesday

I cannot believe how long it has been since I last posted! I don't know what is wrong with me. I think with work being so draining, I just am tired when I get home.
Actually, I think that it is just that I am too lazy when I get home. All I want to do is watch the Bachelorette or something mindless and then go to bed.
I would also like to blame my lack of creativity on the home conditions. I mean, how can anyone be expected to write anything when your house is 100 degrees? Yeah, that's it! It was the house and not my laziness! I need an ideal temp of 72 degrees to maximize my creative juices.
I killed a pigeon the other day. My coworkers and I were driving back from lunch. This pigeon just jumped into the road in front my car! I tried to swerve away from it but I actually turned the car into it. Seconds later, it was no more.
This gets added to a long list of animals I have killed in my day. Frogs, squirrels, birds, a possum, butterflies and now our friend pigeon all have met their maker as a result of my car. I don't know why animals seem to be so attracted to it. I mean, it's just a Toyota!
Went to Virginia this weekend (thank you Wilsons for housing us!) We went for a very sad purpose as it was for Helene's funeral. It was so strange being home. I mean, since my parents moved to NC, I had not been home since my girlfriend Sabrina got married in Nov 2006. Going home, you know, when I got there, it was as if there had been a piece of me missing and Virginia finally filled it. Yes, Texas has its charms. But, there is something about going home to Virginia.

It is not like Norfolk is the nicest town. I mean, there are some pretty run down parts of the city. Certainly, there are PLENTY of nice parts but there are LOTS of run down parts. I like to think that adds to its charm. No homogonized suburbanites here, that's for sure!

Our best day had to be Sunday, though. We took a ferry from one side of the shore in Portsmouth to the other to the AAA Norfolk Tides baseball game. Jack got to help the captain drive the ferry! Then, at the game, he got to run the bases afterwards. On the way home, he asked the captain if he could drive the ferry again. It was so great. It was Jack's dream day. I mean, where in Texas can you do that? Carry me back to old Virginny, indeed.
I'm getting REALLY good at sneaking in food to a movie. That said, I do take personal pride in the fact that I snuck in a plate of fish tacos to the new Indiana Jones movie on Monday with my husband. I firmly believe that that sneak should go into the movie food sneak hall of fame. They were DE-LISH, by the way!
We had a scare with Eva a couple of weeks ago. As I mentioned, she had a cold that turned bad. She then, got a fever. I called the doctor first thing in the am. I had an appointment around 2p, the same time I had an appt the day that Eva got sick. We were in the same room, I in my same seat, Dr. Kennedy in hers. Just as before, she could not really find out why Eva had a fever. When she went out of the room to go look for something, Eva started to take out the diapers from the drawer just as she did moments before her seizure.

It was deja vu all over again.

Dr. Kennedy decided to go ahead and send us to Medical City ER to have an xray, just as we did the day Eva was diagnosed. We got there and many of the same staff were there. They took her off to xray. As it turns out, Eva only had an ear infection that had caused her fever. While Jon and I waited for the results, so many things were pouring in my head. I'm not ready, I decided, to be able to handle a return of Eva's cancer. I'm not ready.


...deb said...

Goodness. The repetition of that scene with Eva sounds just awful. I imagine you were incredibly grateful for an ear infection. I can't imagine.

I don't blame you and that Texas heat. My father's-side-of-the-family reunion is in Comanche County and it about does me in some years when I go (I go occassionally, but not often)...If I lived in TX, I would simply "faint" all summer, or from May until September. I do like Novembers, though!

Here you go: I lifted it from an internet search. I wanted this one recipe from Oz, but couldn't deal with castor sugar and metric measure. Call me a whimp :-) I usually half the recipe.

Buttermilk Scones
(c.1997, M.S. Milliken & S. Feniger, all rights reserved)

3 cups flour
1/3 cup sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup currants (optional)
1 tablespoon heavy cream, for brushing

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Combine the flour, sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda in a large bowl. Add butter and mix with your fingertips to a coarse meal. Add buttermilk and mix just until combined. Add currants, if desired.

Transfer dough to a floured board and divide into 2 parts. Roll each to 3/4 inch thick rounds. Cut each round into 8 wedges and place slightly separated on a greased baking sheet. Brush the tops with the cream, and bake for 15 minutes, or until lightly browned. Serve warm, split in half with butter and marmalade.

Laura said...

Glad to see you have written something. You can probably tell from your sitemeter that I check your blog with frequency- when you don't write, I worry. So cut that crap out. :)
My reaction to your confessions.
(In no particular order...)
*One less pigeon-ok by me.
*I cannot function with hot and no moving air. Shoot me.
*DeAnna is a boring bachlorette...does she blink enough? What is up with that?
* Hate that you had another scare.
* How's your YMCA? Why do they keep taking new members at ours when it is already so crowded?
* Glad you got a taste of Old Dominion again...she's the best of 13 sister you know (EFO)

January said...

Well, with any luck, Eva's cancer will not come back. Not ever.

And it looks like we're going to VA at the end of next week, so you'll have to let me know where the new Norfolk/VA Beach hot spots are.

And I'm sorry for Helene's passing. She was a nice woman and a fine mother, indeed.

Vicki G. said...

As a "Nor-Fic" VA native (born at DePaul Hospital, as was my oldest son) I agree it is one of the greatest places to call home. Let us know the next time you make it back to the "757". :)

We'll be praying that you'll never ever have to be ready for a re-occurrence of that unGodly disease!! God is faithful.

P.S. I'm on Facebook and sent you a friend request. I hope I make the cut. :)

Anonymous said...

i also was worried, and i kept reading the "brr cold" post (which seems a little ironic now, i'm sure you know, considering the A/C debacle) and composing a message to you in my head: "dear goodnight mom, i barely know you and it's really none of my business ... BUT are you and little eva fine?" so i'm sorry for the scare. i'm glad all's well. i'm glad you're confessing again. phew.

Anonymous said...

Poor kiddo. Glad it was an ear infection. I guess you'll be living this scenario for a time.

love your taco sneaking story! Those are my favorite types of confessions, the funny ones that show our humanity.