My husband and I have always spent too much money going out to eat. We were together for over thirteen years before having Teghan, so you can imagine how many opportunities we had to hang out in restaurants. It was about nine years into our relationship before either of us had a job that required us to be up before noon, so a good percentage of our twenties were spent over breakfast and coffee with friends at three in the morning. Or, in those early poor years- sharing an appetizer platter at Lums.
We didn’t know how good we had it.
These days we go out to eat once a week. Sure, I blow a lot of money on carryout. Especially at work. But once a week the two of us actually go to a restaurant together for a lunch date. Alone. We order breakfast and coffee and dream about our future. Just like the old days.
If you don’t have a restaurant where they know your order when you walk in the door, you should work on that. Shop around, go to other places as the mood strikes you- but having a regular spot is invaluable. Find the right atmosphere and comfort. Get to know the staff. Tip more than you usually would, even if you consider yourself an excellent tipper.
There are perks to being a favored customer. You feel welcome. You get the best service. The staff look genuinely happy to see you. And on a stressful day, maybe even relieved. There is no brief flash of disappointment across their faces when you enter the room. You know the look. And even though we almost never take Teghan out to restaurants, it’s a place where we could take her and not feel so anxious. Continue reading →
I met my husband on August 7th, 1994. It was a pretty weird day. I had recently graduated from high school, and I had made the decision to join a touring group. It was the day I left home and embarked on one of the strangest and most important journeys of my life. I don’t often talk about this part of my life; I have no idea where I would start. There was a lot of crazy packed into that journey.
My friends Josh and Mike drove me to the place I would be staying. It was a Sunday night, and they had come with me to my Grandma Hill’s house that day to say my goodbyes to my family. We arrived at my destination after dark, and were met by a kid my age named Todd. The others had all gone to the airport to pick up some other new group members, and Todd had been left the task of greeting the new girl coming by car. Josh and Todd immediately hit it off when Todd saw that Josh was wearing a t-shirt with a camp logo on it from a camp he had also gone to.
Todd showed me to my room. I hugged Josh and Mike, and spent the next hour unpacking.
I started this blog one year ago today. Overall, I have found it to be a good experience. It’s amazing what a year can bring. I suppose any day of the year you could go back 365 days and say to yourself, “I never thought THIS is what I would be doing one year later.” Life is full of surprises.
I never would have imagined when I started this blog that one year later I would be waiting to go to the hospital to say goodbye to the baby we lost at 17 weeks. It’s a strange type of limbo to look pregnant, feel pregnant, and know nothing will change as long as the baby is still with you. Today will be a horrible kind of relief from that place, I suppose. But that isn’t the part I want to talk about right now. What I do want to talk about is the one good experience I had this past week. I want to talk about what a difference a good doctor makes.
I haven’t had any real complaints with my own doctors in the past. I have had almost no reason to ever see one. Most of my complaints have been with my husband’s doctors. It’s really hard to find a good neurologist; maybe some of you have already figured that out. Some of you may not even realize that your doctor is lacking. I know, because that is what happened with Dave’s first doctor. Continue reading →