Fruits of My Labor

1 afternoon of berry picking.

1 evening of hard work.

144 ounces of strawberry jam.

1 large bowl of strawberries.

Knowing where your food comes from... priceless.

I think tomorrow I just might make biscuits.

In Which We Find... A Birthday

Today is The Boy's birthday. I asked him what he had planned to do today, and he said he wasn't sure. This weekend is Amateur Radio Field Day (funny cuz it lasts all weekend) and he and Mr. Man went yesterday, and then came back and brought Ms. Thang because I had a gig to play at... and he had originally planned on being gone all day. Turns out they were packing up at noon so he decided against going. When he asked me what I had planned for today, I told him I wanted to go strawberry picking.

Have One On Me

It's not cancer. Nor is it precancerous hyperplasia. That's all that they would tell me without my Doctor having read the report.. but I don't care. Whatever it is, whatever that report says.. it's not cancer. Thank. You. God.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my heart, and that no matter what comes next, it's going to be a piece of cake compared to what the possibilities were.

I've never in my life felt like having a beer this early in the day.. but I'm going to go have one now. It's not cancer. Hallelujah.

(my Dr. won't be back until after the 4th, so no updates on this until then)

Friday Eye Candy - The Veggie Edition

I am feeling MUCH better today, thanks for wondering. School is over and my stuff has all been put away for the summer. We have some major construction going on over the summer at our building, so we brought home or packed up just about the whole building. It's been a crazy week and I'm glad it's over.

This is my vegetable garden 10 days ago on June 10th. I planted it over Memorial Day weekend, and it gets about 6 hours of sun a day. I learned my lesson last year and planted much fewer plants and gave them lots more space.

The Final Countdown

Today was the last day with my students. They don't have school tomorrow and today was the end of the year ceremony on the lawn, and then a picnic lunch outside and then the Carnival. I spent most of the morning running around like a chicken with my head cut off.. feeling much better than I did yesterday. Then lunch came. I ate, walked down the street to my house (only 1/4 mile) to get some $$ for my daughter, walked back and hit the wall. Between the exhaustion and the pain from my biopsy, I wasn't quite sure how I was going to get through the afternoon. The kids went outside for the afternoon's festivities, and I went to see the nurse. I laid down on her "bed" for just a few minutes while I waited for the Advil to kick in.. and woke up an hour later.

When It Rains...

I could post here about how craptastic my week has been thus far, but really... I'd just be bitching the whole time, and ya'll are tired of my being bitchy aren't you? I know I am. Let's just say that the car dudes, the water department , the oil people (though really, they are just doing the best they can) and the world in general are on my "list" and I'll never been so glad as when Monday of next week gets here (busy as hell between now and then).

What I will tell you instead, is what I am grateful for. Right at this moment.

1. 2 more days of school and then summer vacation starts. I am So. Damn. Ready.

Yah, I'm Scared. So What?!

I haven't blogged about this yet, because I'm a coward. I'm afraid if I talk too much about it, or think about it too much, or type it down and black and white, than it will be true. I know that is the dumbest thing ever, but really.. I don't care. The Boy knows, my best friend knows, my immediate co-workers who have to cover me while I'm having a consult with the Dr's on Wednesday know, and that is it. I haven't told my mom. I haven't told my SIL, who is like the sister I never had. My closest girlfriends don't know and I haven't told my kids.

I have to go for a biopsy and I'm scared to death about what it's going to reveal. There. I said it. For the past 3 years I've been having some women issues that started out pretty small and minor, and have, very slowly escalated into something bigger. After waiting, and hoping that it would all magically rectify itself, I broke down and went to my Doctor (I was due to go anyhow... I don't have to go every year anymore, only every 3). We talked about it, and she said it sounded like Fibroids, and maybe my Iron was bad, and I was due for a round of blood work (even though I just had it all worked up in the fall cuz of my heart, but hell.. I don't mind let's do it again) so let's go ahead and schedule an ultrasound and have a look shall we? She also told me that given the slow progression of the situation, the fact that I waited 3 years to mention it was exactly what she would've done and not to be too hard on myself. I love my doctor.

So Hot You Could Fry an Egg

Today was one of those nasty kind of days that makes you wish that winter was back. Ya'll know how much I loathe winter, so it takes some pretty damn good heat to make me want to go back and freeze my arse off. Today it was that hot. At the hottest part of the day, the weatherbug reporting station 5 miles from my house reported that it was 99.6 degrees out, and the heat index was 109 degrees. The kids didn't go outside for recess at school. We shut the 3rd floor and 4 classes worth of kids had to go find somewhere cooler in the building to work. Did I mention that our school is 160 years old and brick? Good times were had by all.

Last night before bed I threw open all the windows and cooled down the house. This morning I shut it all up, pulled all the blinds and closed them backwards to keep the sun out, and then left.