Falling Apart

Healthy body, where did you go? All you seem to do is get sick now. I have a counter full of antibiotics and vitamins that I have been so faithful in taking but you still don’t seem to want to work. Please hurry up!

At the ripe old age of 20 something I feel as thought I am falling apart. I have been diagnosed with several issues this week as well as tested for others. I will find out next week if mono is the cause of the root of most of my issues. In the mean time, I am on a dairy free, sugar free diet with lots of pills mixed into the foods I can eat.

On a side note, you can pray for the boy, because I have not been a very good patient!

Communication is the "key"

As a first grade teacher, naturally I would go to school no matter how ill I was, therefore, it should be no surprise when I went to work today with a fairly awful sore throat. That being said, about half of my job, if not more, is talking. So, as you can imagine, I have been avoiding talking all evening, therefore, decided to type out what I would be saying to the boy. What made this even funnier is that my perfectly healthy husband was typing me back on his computer. I am not sure what is worse two teenagers sitting in the same room and texting each other or the scene in my house tonight. Either way, I am sorry to say that it might be continuing for the remainder of my illness.

This is in our garage...

a Porsche! No, it is not my new car or the boy’s…thankfully! The boy went over to Miami to pick it up for his dad, so now we have it for a few weeks until he comes down to pick it up. However, it has been fun to play with in the mean time.

SOLD

We sold my car this weekend. I was all excited until the deal actually went through and then I started crying (I am sick and emotional right now). It was the first car I bought with my own money. I picked it out by myself, worked out a deal (with a little help from my brother-in-law), and made the monthly payments. Buying that car was part of that realization; I am actually an adult with a job and I have money to get this. Of course soon after that I realized that I didn’t really have money because I was a teacher this might be the only car I ever own (thankfully the boy came along and saved me from a life with only one car).

Now the boy gets to take me to work until we find me a new car and since neither of us are morning people, this could be an interesting week or so in our marriage.

What do I really want?

For the last two summers I struggled a little with going to China, mostly because we never took vacations (we haven’t taken a real vacation since our honeymoon) because of spending most of our summer either in China or planning for China. As of right now, it doesn’t look like we will be going to China (the trip got cancelled) and I am at a loss. Yes, we will probably get to go on a vacation together, but now, it doesn’t seem like a big deal to me, I would rather go to China. I find myself thinking about China all the time, about the people there and all of the friends we made, the baby I got to hold and a country full of sadness. I guess it goes to show that you always want what you can’t or don’t have.

To Sign Up or Not To Sign Up...That is The Question

As I signed up for my next grad school course today a million things went through my mind. Will I ever use this degree? I would rather take the $1,000 in tuition and go on a vacation with my husband. What a lot of money wasted if I don’t take this course and continue with it. When you are lying on your death bed I will never say I wish I had spent more time getting another degree (or at work). And the list goes on…

So, with all that being said I am enrolled and unhappy about it. Sometimes I wish I weren’t so practical all the time.

On another note, its back to work tomorrow and the school year is half way over!

Failed

Potato ricer- check
Gnocchi paddle- check
Potatoes- check

Gnocchi- fail

Despite training from my culinary school trained brother-in-law, my first attempt to make gnocchi on my own did not go as well as I thought it would. The verdict- too mushy, which ultimately means that I did not use enough flour. So the question of the day is “What is the right amount of flour?” because apparently that is the key.