Breakfast In Bed Anyone

I am not a fan of breakfast in bed.  To be honest I’m not a fan of any meal in bed, this may be a result of too many hospital stays.  And then again, it may be a case of feeling that where I eat should not be the same place where I sleep.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t eat in bed, obviously that’s the case when I’m staying over at the hospital.  And yes it is true, Beloved has served me breakfast in bed a few times as well as other meals.  I just don’t enjoy it as much as some people seem to like eating in bed.

it isn’t just because of the crumbs and such getting in your sheets.  You see friends, I don’t spend a lot of time in bed when I feel well.  When I’m in a horrible lupus flare however I may spend days in bed.  Those days pass by in a blur of sleep, pain and medications.

Perhaps it is because I’m a product of my upbringing where unless I was very ill my parents expected me to be up and about doing things.  Heck my mother subscribed to the theory of get up and get dressed because you will feel better.  Sometimes it works, sometimes I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed.  At best I pull a brush through my hair.

So why am I telling you all this?  Because recently someone told me they thought the most decadent thing in the world was eating breakfast in bed.  Now I’m sure she didn’t mean the jello cups that I get in the hospital, but I just can’t see how eating in bed is decadent.  How about you?  Has lupus ruined a good thing for me?


Migrations In The House

You can tell where family members eat by certain things, such as tracks on the floor.  No matter how much you wash, buff or polish, the high traffic areas show through.  Areas where we congregate to eat, well there are tracks of that too.

It’s a little like when you see arial shoots of tracks from animals on migrations.  Only these migrations do not include as many animals, and typically are from only a limited space.  In our case, the tracks to the area where we congregate to eat come from only a few places in the house.

Where we do have rugs down on the floor you can the paw prints of the four-food ones. Not that I mind because they are just the impressions from their weight in the rugs.  I have also in the past cleaned muddy impression of paws off the floor.

And no matter how hard you clean, at least in this house, there is always a trail of crumbs leading from the eating area to be scattered as far into the house as possible.  The trial is heaviest and easiest to follow in the kitchen, dining room and living space (snacks, I blame snacks for that).

You sweep the floor, wash the floor wnd till you can hear crumbs going up the hoses when you vacuum.  It’s annoying, but not overly so because they are created by loved ones.  Loved ones with whom I break bread etc.  In other words, I wouldn’t trade anything to have crumb-free, foot print free floors!

Sign Of The Times or Hoovering Neglect

Lessons learned today:  if we are in danger of running out of food, do not panic, there is clearly tons of food in our carpets and chairs.  😐  At least this is according to the dogs who seem to have felt the need to run a few dry runs.  Judging from their behavior we are good to go for just about any disaster for a period of time.

Now granted the downside to this little discovery is that evidently the housekeeping has slipped a wee bit.😮  But honestly it’s not my fault!  It’s the dogs you see, they aren’t the tidiest of eaters.  I think it’s the whole lack of thumb things, but I won’t deny I’ve failed to teach them to chew with their mouths closed!  Of heavens I have tried, but it’s a bit too hard!  Or maybe I gave up a bit too soon!

And since I’ve been unable to maintain the house while I’m under the weather, or rather an elephant known as lupus has moved into the house, the floor has become the new hiding place for food.  Okay so it’s food that has fallen out of the dogs’ mouths or bits that fell off when they took bits.  And in a way they are sharing!

Least you think the dogs don’t make use of the chairs when we are gone, the crumbs in them are proof that will hold up in any court.

Now I can agree that consuming dog food, milk bones and such as less than appealing, however desperate times call for les picky eating habits.  Although, I confess, I’m not sure I could reach that level.  No offence to my four-legged friends.

Of course my Hoover is feeling a bit neglected, but you know, all in the name of the self-preservation it might be okay.  Then again I can’t fathom dying surrounding and buried in a pile of crumbs from the dogs.

So a housekeeping it is.  Oor I will have to give in and let Beloved fix the mess,,even if that means him singing over the sound of the Hoover. 😉

Tough Negotiations or The Diet

A friend told me she had been suffering from “sour stomach” for a few days.  I asked if it was due to the sweet tooth she claimed was holding her hostage.  She laughed and said it could be her body’s way of negotiating with this tough-nosed sweet tooth.  After all this tooth had made her eat cake and cookies, chocolate and pudding as if her very life depended on it.

she was posting that this time her body was going to win against the sweet tooth.  This time the diet would work, after all the tooth had been given everything it wanted in a short period of time.  Her body would “detox” via “purging” and then diet success would happen for certain.

I love her dearly, but I’ve been on this wild ride with her twice already.  It seems the sweet tooth is not just a hard-nosed sweet tooth.  I think the tooth has learned from the mafia and knows just what buttons to push.  I love her more for trying each time once when as shaken off the powdered sugar and brushed off the crumbs.

And  so I am asking if any of you know how to successful negotiate with a mafia boss sweet tooth?  Any help at all would be greatly appreciated!