Amy Writes

I shuffled into the bedroom, carrying my enormous hospital water cup and climbed into the bed. Reaching for the remote, I pulled the covers up over my aching body. I was tired of TV, but my 4 days of miserable illness had drained so much life that all I could handle was idle channel surfing. It would just be a few minutes before Matt would be finished with his Bible Study and come back to keep me company. I met channel after channel of static, until it happened. The Warm Fuzzy. The remote fell from my hand as I settled back against the pillows and felt just a little bit better. It didn't matter that I own the DVD of the concert I'd stumbled across. Billy was on TV, and it made me happy. So, I thought I'd write about it. I may have mentioned my "affinity" for Billy Joel before. But I don't think I've ever explored just what it is about The Piano Man that elicits such a reaction in a girl 30 years his younger. Here we go. When I was growing up, Billy was h...

This was posted outside the kitchen this morning. Translation: Do not make my lunch, because it is Hot Dog Day.

There's a certain time of day when the sun's rays enter our family room at just the right angle. When the floors and counter tops are clear, the light bounces around a little and gently warms the room and it feels like summer. I love summer. Today, that time of day was early, while Eden was still in school, and my heart felt a little sad - just a little - that she couldn't be home to walk through the family room and feel summery with me. The thought crossed my mind that, if we home schooled, every day could feel like summer. The girls could play outside in their own backyard in the middle of the day whenever they wanted - not just for 10 oppressively hot but miserably short weeks in the middle of the year. This morning was the volunteer appreciation breakfast at Eden's school. I didn't know what to expect other than "tons of food," and that only because I'd been given a heads-up by some teachers the day before. What I encountered was one of the sweetes...

Just doing my part, in case you're reading this, Mr. President.

Occasionally, I get sick. In theory, I get sick more often than the average Jane, because I have this immunodeficiency . Now, that may or may not be the case - it certainly was as a kid - but either way, having spent a fair amount of time under the weather, I have developed a sick system. When I recognize my body spiraling toward illness, I load up on Emergen-C . It may or may not do any good, but it is soothing to drink and makes me feel like I am doing something healthy. Usually, my throat will go from suspicious to painful during the course of a day. When this happens, I place a call to my husband and he picks up my staples: Citrus Cooler Gatorade (which I water down and drink without ceasing until I am well), Sudacare Shower Soothers and Benadryl. These things may or may not help. I place a box of tissues in every room and keep Chapstick within reach at all times. I do not take cold medicine. I take a planet-endangering number of hot showers - especially if it's cold and dry o...

Here is a post I just put up on our Small Group's blog - which has been kind of dead lately. Come join (or start) the discussion!