My Precious

I ran out of coffee.  Grocery day is day after tomorrow, hint: that is when we have funadage for such.

I am without my beloved caffeinated friend today.

The taste, the warmth, and the addiction.  I admire people that kick habits that, you know, cause cancer in your lungs and liver damage . . . but coffee, as far as I can read does not shorten your life.  In moderation it actually helps in certain ways.

But, when you run out . . . you run out . . . and when you can’t get anymore, the word addiction is a reality . . .

What is caffeine withdrawal headache?

Caffeine withdrawal headache results when someone does not get the amount of caffeine to which he or she is accustomed. The body reacts to the lack of caffeine in a variety of ways, one of which may be a caffeine withdrawal headache. It is often a throbbing headache that improves when more caffeine is taken.

-taken from New England Center for Headache

I think I might need my fix.

Hey, I hope your Tuuuesdays are going fantastic! . . . and headache free!

Thankful and all that stuff

Today I’m deeply and profoundly thankful for my cup of joe.  I’m exhausted . . . for reasons I can’t pinpoint but I am looking forward to the hot, smooth and well creamered cup of coffee this fine morning.

Periodic Addiction Reaffirmation

It is a lovely Thursday morning . . . well, in 2 minutes it will be afternoon, but you get my drift.

I was at the local grocery store . . . ok, Fred Meyers . . . the other day and they had Tully’s coffee, whole bean, on sale 2 for 10$!! After I sucked the drool up that was escaping my slack jaw . . . I bought me some of that there coffee.  It is usually over 10$ for one . . . OH THE EXCITEMENT!

As you are all well aware, if you’ve been around me for any length of time, we are in a hard spot financially . . . this is due to my hubba hubba hubby going to school full time and working his way into a fire fighting position.  We have one year left, the paramedic degree.

That said I don’t buy expensive coffee . . . I buy Folgers, which isn’t the cheapest but it ain’t spendy by any means. And its caffeine loaded, so it does the job.

So, to say the least, I was thrilled with my Tully’s whole bean coffee that I grind every morning for the freshest of brewed flavor!

Didn’t think I could make a whole post out of my addiction to coffee . . . but I did . . . I didn’t say it was an interesting post . . . just a post.

Can you tell I’ve had a few cups of the Tully’s?

God Bless!

coffee at midnight

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.

clearing

Its clearing!! Oh, thank you Jesus!  I was dreading doing the workout videos today . . . they do get old, especially the same 8 or so that I use consistently.  The boys will enjoy the jaunt as well as I’m sure . . . the short bursts of time outside don’t seem to squelch their amazing energy levels. Now the sun is shining!! Yippeee for me!

Energy levels I wish they would share with me today since my coffee canister is empty as empty can be.  I didn’t realize J had to be at school right away this morning so I figured I could just go out pick some up before he left . . . . oh no! Nope, he had to be there, pretty much, right after he woke up.  He’s getting groceries tonight, which I appreciate, but I will have to wait until tomorrow for my loving and addictive cup of joe.  This has happened too many times in the last couple of months . . . one should not have to endure such hardships as this more than once every few years! Catastrophe, there’s a word for it . . .

Ah well . . . hey, my dad is doing really good.  They have a park about 15 minutes (walk) from their house and he’s been trekking that twice a day.  The doc said do if he can and he has. I’m so thankful to God for the surgery going good and a quick recovery! I won’t be going down until later in the summer. Finances are always playing a part, aren’t they?! Ugh!

Well, I’m getting off this thang . . . sure sucks the life-blood right out of you . . . kind of like watching tv. 

God Bless and have a great rest of the week!

27

#27 on the countdown to our anniversary.

Eyes

My favorite food of all time, for all time, is chocolate. My favorite drink of all time, for all time, is coffee with cream (a bit of sugar). And my favorite pair of eyes of all times, for all times, set into a rugged and beautiful face, are yours; the same rich, deep warm brown. Eyes full of the concerns of life but I watch as the waters of concern part to reveal love, passion and faithfulness . . . towards me and our small family. I’ve witnessed laughter, fear, sadness, anger, sleepiness, determination and, most of all, love fill and brim those very eyes.

They say eyes are the window to the soul . . . if that’s the case you’ve got a soul made of chocolate coffee and I likey the chocolate coffee!!

We’re dorks, if you haven’t noticed. How long can someone own a hat? Hmm.

dad

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. 

Just for fun . . .

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

Caffeinated

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!

outta caffeine

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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