Uncaffeinated and Migraine Brain Thoughts

I do not think my brain could possible ramble more than today. On top of caffeine deprivation (it is steeping as I type), I have migraine brain. If nothing else, this should prove to be an entertaining blog post.

First off, I am knitting again (did my knitting friends just fall over in a faint?) I am swatching to make Lily, by Marie Grace Designs. I will be using Llamajama yarn in Orchid. I can say with honestly this is the softest yarn I have ever touched. It saddens me to have to add (as a disclaimer to save my bum), I did not receive any compensation to say that nice things about them. To my knowledge they do not even know I did. The yarn (in my unbiased opinion) has a wonderful hand, beautiful drape, a softness I cannot describe and I look forward to wearing it.

Huge news for my household, Sheldon *is* eating!! Apparently Sheldon did not read the book on raising Bearded Dragons and does not realise 75% of his diet should be made up of protein (crickets) while 25% is greens. He humoured me and finally ate 1 cricket late last night. However after trying several salads we hit on a favourite of his! We have a whole baggy of Sheldon Salad; equal parts collard greens, kale, and mustard greens. I confess, prior to Sheldon I had heard of these but only actually seen Kale. A long way to say, my baby beardie prefers veg to insects (I really cannot find fault).

I am about to date myself here, how many of you recall Dudley Do Right? “Here I come to save the day! Viola, it is my husband. Not for me, no. Rather our neighbours are headed out of town and asked it he would mind watching their dogs. The have gorgeous dogs (did I mention big) and well mannered (with their owners present) and he thinks there will be no problem walking into their home while they are away to tend to the needs of the dogs (they have never been left before and being faithful dogs, fiercely guard their home). If by some good fortune my husband is not mauled to death upon entry, walking them should prove interesting. I mentioned they were big dogs? Yes. They are solid muscle. She is a professional trainer and previous body builder (which is to say she is extremely strong) and when she walks them at times it looks as though they will dislocate her shoulders). At this point let me point out my husband (whom I think is the most handsome man around) does not lift weights, he does not exercise. Please think positive thoughts for my husband this weekend. (I will be asking my father who the patron saint of stupidity is, for good measure).

As for the dreaded summer cold? It is so happy in my body, it may indeed be here to stay. I have lost track on how long I have had it now. The summer cold I can handle, the intense migraine pain, that really needs to subside. I know it will never go away. (I came to terms with that diagnosis decades ago.) Yet on a pain scale from 1-10 (5 does not count) I would like it around a 3-4. Before anyone emails me, I do not know why 5 does not count, I did not make up the rules. Although, I may ask, just because.

Children. I must admit to being baffled. Most of you have never met my boys. I have 2 shy and one outgoing. We have been discussing High School Classes as usual. It does not, at this time, look as though any of my children want to follow in the footsteps of their father. My oldest would like to go into Political Science (score one for me), my outgoing one would like to travel the world. He is fascinated by other cultures, so he is thinking Anthropology/Archeology/Biology. The surprise was my extremely quiet son. He would like to (and apparently has wanted to for quite some time) take theatre and videography classes. Mannequin, if you are reading this, I would welcome your thoughts and advise.

My coffee is ready (Ode to Joy is playing in my head). It looks as though the temperatures will be in the 90s yet again today. Wishing everyone a happy and healthy Thursday!

Uncaffeinated Thoughts

Monday ramblings while waiting for Coffee…

Is all this rain good for crops? I am hoping it is. My family and I belong to a CSA, and are looking forward to all the fresh, organically grown fruits and vegetables. This is my heads up to all who mentioned they liked they idea of a CSA. More detailed information can be obtained for your area at Local Harvest.

I was asked the question: “If you had only ONE color you could paint the interior of your house with, what would it be? What would be your SECOND color of all of your fabrics and accessories.” I do not have an answer. Maybe after consuming some caffeine I will become inspired? It is doubtful. I am not a very good decorator. Which translates to, I have an odd assortment of furniture and none of it truly “goes” together, yet works perfectly for our family. I adore the calm blue and brown of my bedroom, yet would I enjoy living in all blue and brown? Probably not. Currently my walls are painted Cafe Au Lait with some accent walls in Burning Bush Red. All the ceilings and base boards in the house are Cream in My Coffee. So to choose just one colour? Anyone have ideas?

Why do teens become crabbier the more they are helped? Example? The twinks have a track meet today. I asked if they planned to take some fruit and was snapped at. When I inquired if they planned to bring some peanut butter sandwiches I was growled at and by the time I asked if they had any plans to bring water to their meet they lost it completely. What do I know? I am just their mom and apparently not a clever one this morning.

Why do four minutes seem to take forever when I am steeping my morning coffee?

Should I suck it up and at least make a consultation visit with the neurologists at The Cleveland Clinic? Even though I know the last resort is experimental surgery? It would be a long drive and I do not think my husband could get time off. I probably just need caffeine.

Why are dandelions classified as a weed? They are pretty, decorative and one weed/flower that actually enjoys growing in my yard. As kids I made lovely bouquets of them, so why now are they viewed as not pretty?

How long will I continue to have hot flashes? I am assuming at least another decade? Longer? I best start knitting sweaters for the guys!

Why did I cry when watching a documentary last night on Black Footed Ferrets? There were so many things I disliked about WY-O-WY-Wyoming, yet seeing the wide open, high altitude prairie surrounded by mountains, my home of only 6 years, reduced me to tears.

I was always told, “practise makes perfect”, yet this is most definitely not the case with my typing ability. Why?

Whew, the coffee is finally ready to plunge!