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Memory Drawer

I just cleaned out my drawer.  The one by the phone or where the phone used to be when we had phones in our home.  You know the drawer, because everyone has one.  The infamous DRAWER!  This drawer holds the bills that still come to the house on paper.  The drawer with all the kids Id's that came home free with school pictures (just in case your kid gets kidnapped ID).  The drawer with all the extra keys to your house.  The drawer with all the reward cards and coupons you were going to use 3 months ago.  I even found a few pieces of broken jewelry that I was going to glue back together.  (I'm pretty sure that was 2 years ago)

It doesn't matter how often I clean this drawer out it always seems to pile back up.  Every time I clean it out I notoriously keep a few things.  Like the jewelery I am for sure going to fix.  I tried to weed out the reward cards.  I just couldn't part with my Betos card, Yogurt Stop, Beans N Brew, Shopko, Cafe Rio, Mikado,  Myotheraphy, Gold Nugget, Peppermill etc...  The worst part about these reward cards is that they are in my DRAWER.  When I arrive at one of these places I end up asking for a new one so I can combine points.  I can't remember the phone number I used to sign up originally so all is lost and a new card is acquired.  Mercy ME!  I'm pretty dang sure the only reward card I have ever been rewarded for is Cafe Rio.  And that's only because when I take my whole family one time the next one is free so I can use it twice in one week!  I usually just forget I have one!

I think my memory is like my DRAWER.  The older I get I find myself shoving things into my mind and forgetting they are there.  I don't particularly shove the unpleasant things deep in that hidden spot of my mind.  It isn't even my favorite things that I want to remember.  It's all the stuff I have no where else to put.  At 44 years old my mind is full people!  Quit asking me to remember silly things!  Like my kids Dr. appointments, to fill up the gas tank in my car, where I put my keys, if I fed the animals today, what day of the week it is, or what your Name is!  I know your my friend and that I really like you and that should be enough right?  If you please-  Just gently remind me without drawing too much attention to the situation.  I might remember your name the next time, but I wouldn't be surprised if I get it lost in that deep hidden spot again.

The problem is, I can't quite get up the gusto to clean out this drawer in my mind.  It is way overflowing with mementos and just like my Cafe Rio card its a drawer that keeps rewarding me every time I open it!  I just couldn't bare to part with one single solitary moment thus far.  So Friends, Please be kind on me and my age.  I fear it is only going to get worse.  Just remember when I can't remember your name, its because I have a fond memory of you and me and I can't bare to give it up to make room for your name!  LOL

Make some memories this week!  -Tiff

Jer is going under the knife

Today my youngest went in for surgery. This wasn't expected to be major surgery, but as with everything there are risks evolved.

We had a friendly anesthesiologist, who like most young educated individuals, was quick to answer all our questions with long winded explanations.  Jer was most excited to meet him. In fact he told me in confidence that when he grew up he wanted to do his job since he heard they make bank!!  So when he walked in and introduced himself, Jer giggled A little and told him what was on his mind.  To my total surprise he started in on his long winded explanation about his enormous school debt equaling a house payment and the new government insurance that pays a quarter of what private insurance pays.  He then expressed his desire to get his MBA because that is where the real money is made.

This conversation soon enough changed topics to a more somber subject.  He then went through all the risks of surgery. I was a bit shocked that death was brought up. I felt like saying.... Hey stop, your freaking me out let alone scaring my son.  After our brief discussion on risks- it was brief since we learned not to ask questions or suffer the wrath of long winded explanations totally foreign since they were in non- laymen terms! It was nearing the end of our chat. Bed rests were being lifted, IV's being secured and this anesthesiologist says, "now is the time to give your mom a big hug and kiss."  I replied, "we'll he isn't a big fan of that stuff anymore. He's not my little boy anymore." He replies with..."Well I lost my mom suddenly 6 yrs ago. You never know when you'll regret it."  This is being said all they while he is starting to push Jer's bed out of the room! My mind is buzzing and the adrenalin is now coursing through my veins...  All I did was rub Jer's arm and say "we'll that's not happening today!  Love you Jer!" Jer just smiled at me as they wheeled him off.

Now fast forward to my relief- Jer is out and I am waiting to be taken back to my slowly rousing young man.  I wonder if I should be surprised that he's alive.   For a minute I was regretting not kissing him before surgery. But I snuck one in while he was still asleep!

Jer just woke up and told me the worst part of the day was the IV.  He also said with great joy, "I didn't die today, I love  you Mom!" That's right Jer!

Thanks to our anesthesiologist- Jer will probably go after an MBA since it will never cost him a home mortgage load of debt! I'm sitting here silently cheering on the inside!  Small and large miracles happen everyday when you choose to see them! We Fehokos are blessed!