Mother Tucker

. . . from Tuckerville.

Justin pulled shift yesterday and is still at school attending classes.  He is suppose to be home around 4-ish . . . but tired he is and I’m sure he’ll crash, hopefully reaching, either, the bed or the couch prior to passing out.

Kiddos have a mild cold but I’m not complaining.  It seems its been a rough winter for folks with kids this year . . . all the illness and stuff.

I’m enjoying being able to leave my sliding glass door open for the fresh air to come in my house.  Thats one of the top reasons I dislike cold weather, it gets so stuffy with closed windows and heaters running.

My plants outside . . . the very few that I have . . . are blooming. I love spring! Hopefully I can get some seeds started here very very soon. I think some vines would be nice, considering they are residing on a lattice railing, it would look nice growing down perhaps. Any ideas of a good vine with pretty flowers . . . majority sun-worshiping . . . let me know!!

I have some good coffee in my possession at this moment . . . thanks to some dear friends of ours that know me a little too well. Mmm mmm, good stuff!! I think I’ve had like 6 cups today . . . hee hee.

Well, here’s some pics cuz I’m outta words for now. I love flowers. If you ever think of me . . . get me flowers. haa haa.

Oh, so tiny white flowers.  Not so much in focus, but I don’t care . . . captures the subtle beauty just fine! And the sun!

Played with the effects on this one quite a bit but its fun and bright.

Nope, not an old country fence (you would see sky if that was the case) just my downstairs patio railing . . . note the ceiling above. But how quaint a flower! Love it! Good thing I love it . . . I might be the only one. hee hee

Light makes a photo . . . thats my personal, have no idea what I’m talking about, opinion . . . caught this one just right, in my naive opinion.

Hey, just a slight celebration of spring in Tuckerville! I hope you all had a great weekend and your week has started off positively grand.

God Bless!!

I do love coffee . . . good, bad and the ugly tasting. I’ve had it all and still carry a pretty strong affection for the naturally caffeinated beverage. But I normally limit myself to coffee in the morning and the last cup by lunch time. Otherwise sleep eludes me to the point that I get annoyed at night.

Tonight shall be a rare exception. I just downed the last drop of my cup of joe . . .

I’m doing some minor work for my sister’s rotary club and I managed to start it out wrong so I got to go back and fix what I did wrong and continue on my merry way with it. Not realizing until 10pm that I was currently on page 2 and there were 10 pages of things to be added to the presentation. Um, I’m not going to finish tonight, like I had hoped. I sit on my cushioned bench, created to rest at the foot of my bed, but its been recruited as a fancy looking computer chair . . . with no back support. Ugh! And I have decently strong back . . . still very uncomfortable after several hours. And I was sleepy by 9pm, so I heated up the last remaining dregs left in the cold coffee pot from this morning. It helped ok . . . I’m still awake and functioning to some degree . . . now taking a break and contemplating going to bed while I write this.

So, I believe, after reading one of my good friend’s blog posts about her running a 10K . . . I have been encouraged, in a round about way to start jogging again. I’m so hard on myself. Before Tobias was born I had whittled my body down from well over 200 lbs to under 165 . . . which is good for my 5′10″ frame . . . all by running approximately 20 miles a week. Thats not a lot but its a heck of a lot more than I’m doing right now!

I got big and chubby during the 3 prego years but have managed to lose all but 20 lbs of it, mostly by eating properly and exercising with my crazy kickboxing lady dvd’s in the house. Kids sure complicate things . . . or I use them as an excuse, that could be, at times. But now the weather is getting nice and we (I mostly, the kids are comfortably sitting in the stroller) casually jog/walk (mostly walk) nearly everyday, I think its time to jump-start the old jogging routine . . . build back up to my 3 - 4 miles stints a day. Considering a mile is not in the picture at this point . . . I’ve got a ways to go . . . but I’ll share my joys, sorrows and victories with the three people that read this goofy blog . . . no worries. I have problem with not spilling my guts anyway.

So, all is good with the world of Mother Tucker. I’m going to take pics . . . every morning that I jog . . . that’ll be a good motivator to get out and do it. You don’t even have to pretend interested . . . how about that?!

Thats me at the thought of goal-setting . . . always disappointment to be had along the way . . . its how you deal with the disappointment and move forward as to whether or not you will attain your goal.

I just hung up (from talking on the phone) with my dad.  He has quadruple bypass surgery scheduled tomorrow morning, 7:30am.  I try to encourage and abate fears and generally just be a supporting daughter but in the back of my mind is a nagging thought as I say ‘I love you, I’m praying for you . . . ok, bye and goodnight dad,” that it is so insignificant to what he’s about to endure . . . and of course my morbid minds thinks ‘what if this is the last ‘goodbye dad’?  When a surgical procedure requires the doctors to stop your heart and then restart your heart it freaks me out a bit . . . not to mention all the other stuff they do during.  I’ve only had one surgical procedure and that was having my galbladder removed after T was born, 6 months after . . . yeah, thats not even in comparison to what my dad faces tomorrow and for the next 2 - 3 months of complete healing.  Waking up to the pain was the worst thing I have ever experienced and it wasn’t invasive surgery . . . I can’t remember what they call it. So my heart and mind rest with my dad tonight as he attempts to get as much sleep as possible. My prayers are for him every minute.

My dad has always held a high place in my heart and always will. I’m getting mushy but I can’t help it. I also told myself I wasn’t going to blog as much cuz I talk too much but here I am again . . . addictive this thing is!  He’s held a high place in my heart, even after realizing, around the time I was 24 or so, that he was, indeed human . . . not God . . . I held deep respect for him and a new found love for my God . . . One that loves and uses people for HIS good and perfect will that aren’t perfect, just humble under HIM. Its called grace.

Thank you, God, for an amazing and steadfast dad that loved me and encouraged me to be me . . . even if he didn’t understand me, I never knew that.  He went horseback riding with me, he encouraged me to seek God in all things, he loved my mom passionately, he was selfless in so many ways! God bless my dad in this time of anxiety and allow him to get a full night’s rest for the procedure tomorrow . . . allow for a perfect work, quick healing and recovery . . . and, above all, grace to handle it and your presence to endure. Thank you Jesus!

And of course, I owe the honor of my severe caffeine addiction to the one who raised me . . . my dad.  I worked with him when I was about 19-ish, which required us to drive to the coast (a 2 hour trip, one way) and lattes and mochas were purchased daily, every morning . . . butt-crack of dawn, as we’d say.  I slowly converted to black coffee and that is what I now prefer . . . every stinkin’ day! Coffee gooooood

This is my dad hanging out in his living room in Henderson, NV . . . he would probably irked if he knew I used this picture, its not a great pic of him . . . he’s actually quite handsome . . . but the coffee cup is such a fixture in our family.  I believe we all drink the black bitter goodness. 

Hello, my name is Mother Tucker and I am a coffee addict.

Ok, its afternoon in my little sphere of the known and familiar.

But its been a good and active weekend; leaving little time to sit on the ‘puter.

Yesterday was b.e.a.utiful here in the Willamette Valley of Oregon. It had to have gotten into the mid-50’s or so, though I never checked for sure. All I know is we left our jackets in the car when we got out to play at the park yesterday afternoon; donned in sweatshirts for warmth. That was a refreshing feeling; the freedom of movement alone was so nice.

We ordered pizza, bought icecream and made cookies . . . it was my one and only “day off” from my workout/diet routine; this keeps me motivated for the next week, instead of deprivation at all times I get to splurge, eating wise, once a week.

Justin and I put the kids to bed close to 9pm, much later than normal and popped a flick in the old DVD player. Since we have a library to choose from we didn’t even take the time and energy to rent. We had some good talks and good times and went to bed around 2am. That is WAY past my bedtime so I’m a bit drowsy today. Though, my best-friend Coffee is here with me so I’m getting by. hee hee

My sister, Kelli is bringing me some new workout dvd’s on Thursday . . . I am SO excited about this. I’ve been doing the same like 6 or 7 dvd’s for a year . . . A YEAR! EEKS! No wonder the motivation to stare at the same Australian blondie and the crazy martial arts lady is waning. No, I’m grateful for what I have and I can’t wait until the weather is conducive to having the kids out for short runs here in the spring/summer.

I don’t think it’s normal to still be burping pizza close to 20 hours after you ate. Yuck. I had a small breakfast, but no, its the pizza I taste when I burp. And my stomach feels oh so gross with glutinously bad decisions. Such motivation is derived from crappy eating one day a week . . . its amazing!!

Alright, when I start to repeat myself its time to end the post.

God Bless!

I have successfully replenished my coffee supply, in case you were worried about my well-being.  I was worried. I feel fantastic, as one does after finding a long lost friend, one that energizes and refreshes. hee hee, ok a bit dramatic.

My husband also made sure, since he was the one elected for the store run, to load the fridge with soda as well. That’s a rarity in my house.  So I drink coffee all morning, have soda all afternoon. My kids must be sneaking the stuff because they did not nap today.  They have been in their rooms playing for about 2 hours; confined, of course, to their cribs. For them not to sleep during naptime is weird.

I’m signing off to involve myself in the adventures of toddlers for this afternoon.

God bless!

Ok, that’s my ‘lashing out’ for the day regarding the lack of coffee in my cupboard.  I think  I cried when Justin ran out the door, late for class, knowing I would not see that enchanting dark rich grind of the coffee bean until tomorrow morning.  Ah well, there could be worse things like; the black plague hitting our part of the country, a giant earthquake that shook all our buildings down to the ground (where would I go to buy coffee?).  I will look to the bright side of all of this; I have a healthy and beautiful family and my husband is doing fantasticcc.cakljfaeia,vg; . . . . oh, I apologize, I fell asleep typing.

So, no coffee for me.  Boo hoo, poor me. Though I will say I do not have a headache today, thank you God!

So I’m outta here!

God bless!

This is a big deal in the Tucker household . . . or, mostly, for Mother Tucker. The coffee ran out, we’re down to one car, it’s cold outside (and rainy), I’m not walking anywhere because it’s cold and rainy outside, Justin has the other car, coffee is then not replaced as of today.

Soooo, it was the first time in years that I went without my ritualistic cup of joe (or 7-10 cups . . . who’s counting anyway?) and I find it amazing the drag I felt as well as the enormous headache that ensued and continues to pound away in my brains. So, to say the least, I’m not giving up coffee anytime soon but it does leave one to wonder how addictive it is and why it effects the brain so much, not mention the body.

Ah well, that’s way to much for my aching head to ponder right now. I’m going to bed. You heard me right, 8:30pm and I’m hopping into bed . . . another ’side effect’ from not getting my coffee today . . . and dad Tucker is sleeping soundly already, he’s existing on about 2 hours of sleep in 2 days! I don’t have room to complain anymore.

God bless! Drink a cup of joe for me!

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