When Your Best Friend Has Pneumonia:

A Cautionary Tale in Verse  

When your best friend has pneumonia

it’s boring as hell

Funny things happen

But there’s no one to tell.

You’ll think of a joke

Or a small anecdote

But making her laugh

Might just hurt her throat.

She might be napping

So you can’t make a call

Stories you can’t share

Are no fun at all.

There’s no one to force you

To go to the gym

Well, your husband can suggest it

But you don’t listen to him.

She can’t eat

So her weight’s going down

And you’re getting fat

From just moping around

And then you’re concerned

She’s getting iller and iller…

Worrying all day

Is a real productivity killer.

So if you have friends

Do choose ones that are hearty

Cause coping with a sick one

Is no kind of party.

The End.

best friend = pneumonia

husband = probable bilateral ear infection

teaching partner = sinus infection

both children = survivors of the aporkalypse 

me = waiting.

Did not really get to enjoy Eli on his birthday today becuase of all-day parent-teacher conferences. :(  We did manage cupcakes after dinner and he was super proud to wear his paper crown given to him by his first grade teacher. :) Simple joys.

Husband sick, best friend sick, best friend's husband sick. Who will prepare my Thanksgiving Feast?  I am surrounded by fevered, coughing chefs. This is dire. May be Worst Thanksgiving Ever. However, even in his fevered state, my husband took my car out for a new battery. Even sick, he is the best husband ever, always seeing to my needs. Isn't that nice?

Sam and Eli spent today with Grandma and Grandpa seeing how many gluten and dairy filled items they could request and have granted. Hopefully the consequences will be minimal and we can chuck out the special diet. That would be fantastic. Especially for Sam.

Got to see my girlfriend Cindy today, the one who moved to Toronto. She was here for a short weekend excursion getting her belongings packed up and moved to her new house. When I saw her I wanted to cry.  It's hard to be separated from so many people I love. But I tend to live very "in the moment" of my life.  My personality doesn't allow me to spend time dwelling on who or what I don't have.  But when I am confronted with the reality of the people I miss in my daily life, like Cindy in this case, it's hard not to be overwhelmed with emotion about what is missing. Ah, life.

Please enjoy this angsty mid-cycle blog. I will now go knit, maybe, and probably go to bed early. Happy birthing day to me, and happy 7th Eli.

My parents are here! Let the wild Thanksgiving-Eli's Birthday Rumpus begin!

That's all the enthusiasm I can muster for this blog entry. I am completely exhausted.

I will keep trying! NaBloWriMo is kicking my butt! NaBuKiMo! Ow!

Here is today's recipe,  invented at dinner to assuage my poor hysterical son who desperately wanted a "special drink" with dinner...

Strawberrry Cream Supreme: Dairy- and Gluten-Free Frozen Drink Treat

By Mommy and Sam

(Beware: All quantities are approximate guesses. Requires straws, blender and whipped cream dispenser. Substitute generously to your family’s taste.)

Ingredients:

1/2  bag frozen strawberries

1 – 2 Tb sugar

1 cup cream-substitute – We used Mimic Crème

½ - ¾ cup “So Delicious” coconut vanilla milk

Instructions:

1.      In your blender, puree strawberries and coconut vanilla milk. (Save one or two frozen strawberries for garnish.) Thick consistency desired. Add liquid to achieve frozen thick pureed fruit base.

2.      Put your cream-substitute in the whipped cream dispenser, add your nitrous oxide and shake that stuff up as best you can. It gets a bit fluffy – not truly like whipped cream, but enough to fluff up the strawberry base.

3.      Fill up your drinking glass about 1/3 full with the strawberry base. Add a layer of whipped faux cream. Serve layered with a frozen strawberry on top and a straw. Mix together layers before drinking. The cold strawberries and the fluffy cream should blend together delightfully.

Enjoy!