Ugh

I have had the worst headache. I mean…I seriously felt like I could vomit. The really bad part of it was it didn’t hit me until I was half-way to Kentucky on a produce run. There really wasn’t much I could do about it except keep moving.

I felt a little better when we stopped at Sharon’s farm and got out in the fresh air for a little while. The little guys chased chickens with Sharon’s boys and we chatted for a little bit. Her youngest baby has Whooping cough. Yikes. We never stay real long but I enjoy hearing about all she has her hands in. She is a busy lady.

The ache came back even stronger on the way home and I was able to sit down for about 20 minutes with a turkey sandwich, a glass of milk and a couple Tylenol. I think it’s all finally kicking in because I no longer feel like curling up in a ball and hoping someone comes and takes my kids away.

I wondered if it were a migraine but I don’t think it would have gone away that easily if it were. I don’t know. I’m no headache expert. Thank you God.

With my regained wellness I decided to sit outside while the boys play in the street. Aron loves to be out here and Owen is not yet a good babysitter. I tried letting them come out without me recently and Aron was retrieved by a neighbor half-way down the street. He was chasing a ball that the wind was toying with. I was checking periodically, like every 5 minutes, but apparently that’s not enough. Even with me out here I had to run after him a moment ago as he was in someone else’ backyard chasing a cat into the woods.

I’m not one to tempt fate but I would love to be able to let him go and just see where he goes and how long it would take him to realize that he’s left home. He seems very unafraid.

I was tickled at the boys’ play. Yesterday I heard Ivan calling Owen “dad” and today I heard Owen calling Ivan “dad.” I think they are taking turns as father and son. They’ve been playing in the little mini-van that Madison passed down to us and giving each other rides, which is pretty cute. I didn’t get a picture of Ivan giving Aron a ride. One of the things I overheard when I first came outside was Owen explaining to Ivan…”Well, I’m 16 so I’m just learning to drive.” I didn’t know he knew the significance of 16 and being able to drive.

I subscribed to Twitter way back when. I had read about it and thought I would give it a try. It’s not like Facebook or MySpace, it’s just a little blurb here and there about what’s going on in the day to day. I don’t text on my phone so I use it over the web which is less interesting as I have to check in to get the updates. I was getting bored with it and was considering shutting down that little network when Pastor Davis got on the twitter branch. He is now a twitter junkie and has a huge following by our church folks. It’s sort of comical. I saw that he was on before he announced it to the congregation and started following out of curiosity. As those of you who know him, or at least his sermons, could guess, he twitters about food a lot. I think a lot of people at church really enjoy this little voyeuristic insight into our Pastor, but I find it sort of odd. I don’t really care when he gets a latte, and I don’t really need to know when he drops his son off at school. If he started giving inspirational thoughts once a day I could see the benefit, but as even he says, it’s a little weird. However, I have decided that my own contributions to Twitter are now going to change. Instead of my little now and then quips of “got the boys to bed…I’m ready to relax.” I’m going to start giving my own version of inspirational comments. My goal will not be motivation toward bettering society…it will be more of a humorous look at the everyday. I don’t know how that will go, or if I can even be funny on demand but I think I’ll include Friday’s limericks and see if I like Twitter any better. If not…I’m done with it.