Our 28th Wedding Anniversary

**I haven't blogged here on Connecting Threads for awhile, so I thought I'd share this from my  blogspot daily blog.    See more at   www.TheDanglingThread.blogspot.com

Listen folks, this is exactly why I don't drink decaf coffee. My life is too crazy. I need the kick from caffeine. I mean, hey I'm not addicted to it or anything. Yes, I will admit to everyone here and now on the Internet that as of this exact moment I have a total of seven, count them seven, pounds of coffee on my countertop, in my freezer or in my cupboard. No, wait. Eight. I bought a special can from a local roaster the other day where I can get 20% off each pound when I bring it in for a refill. All I have to do is remember that can when I want to refill my stash. I need to take in my designer can that conveniently holds-you guessed it. One pound. Ok, that will never happen in million years. Never. I can see that empty can rolling around the trunk of my car in only a few short weeks.

Anyhoo, I've been off-line for a couple of weeks due to some interesting events that have taken place in my life. First, there was my husband who suddenly had a back issue and needed 24 hour nursing assistance from me-a definite non-nursing type. It's not like I lack in compassion or sympathy, don't get me wrong. I just end up wincing and making facial expressions and some verbal ones too-that really in the long run just don't seem to help my patient. For instance, when my husband winced, I winced. When he started to cry from pain-so did I. So, it was a little frustrating there for a couple of weeks with both of us on the verge of...I don't know what.

Then, about the time my husband started bragging about how much better he was feeling MY back went out-or I pulled some muscles or did something stupid while bending over to rescue an orphan sock off the floor. This was last Thursday. I was in a whole lot of hurt, let me tell you. If I had gone to ER and they asked me where on the scale of pain I would guess my level to be at...I would have asked for a big black marker and wrote on the back of my chart a big 50!

The real fun started when wouldn't you know it, our 28th anniversary rolled around-this was last Saturday. In all the years we've been married THIS was the year for pre-paying for the weekend. Naturally, being good Lutherans we couldn't allow that money to be wasted so we did what any disabled couple would do. We helped each other get dressed, fed and drove off for a fun-filled weekend in...wait for it...MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN!

With other activities um...limited... due to our health issues, we decided to stretch our legs a bit at the local shopping mall next to our hotel. Two hours later, while Dave sat and read Sports Illustrated magazine I found the best deal of my life! Christmas cards from American Greetings for 50 cents a box! I quickly snatched up six and ran out to brag to Dave about how much money I had saved! Boy, was he happy! He was especially excited when he flipped over the boxes to read the inscriptions only to find they had been written in FRENCH! FRENCH? Yep, French my friends...so for those of you on our Christmas list, you now can look forward to a more cultural greeting this year...and the next two-as I am assuming we will conveniently be "dropped" from a few holiday lists after the first time around...

Then, on Sunday to end our eventful weekend together at the Sheraton, we drove home to Madison in fear of the great storm Magnus-which really, wasn't all that "great" after all the hype.

So, now I'm back once again--living my crazy life and almost recovered from the back problem. Almost. I do think it will take maybe just one more pot of caffeinated coffee to be sure...I have to work on drinking that can down...I wouldn't want to miss my chance on another great bargain of 20% off!

Rhonda