This morning I was putting away a giant box of tea bags and had a craving for iced tea. The good, southern sweet kind. I love sweet tea. They don’t make it sweet up here in the north. Up here if I drink iced tea I add artificial sweetener (because real sugar doesn’t dissolve) and it’s just not the same. I had heard that in the south they make sweet tea by boiling the water with the sugar right in it. I am intrigued by this, but until today it never occurred to me that I could try it that way on my own. The only kind of tea I make at home is the hot kind.
So today I found a recipe for southern sweet tea and tried it out. Being my first attempt, I had low expectations. I figured it would need some tweaking to get it just to my liking. But you know what? I nailed it on the first try! This stuff is amazing! Just how I like it: not bitter, and the kind of sweet that is right up to the edge, where if it were any sweeter it would be too overwhelming. Perfect.
With summer coming, I envision many more pitchers of this delicious cold beverage. So if any of you are fans of sweet tea, come on over! You can kick back with me on the porch with a tall glass of goodness. Yum.
By the way, scroll down to the Headlines post from 4/25 and check out the pictures of Poet. Adorable.
I called the other infertility clinic in town (there are only two) and explained that I was not comfortable with my current clinic and was contemplating switching. I wanted to see if I would be more comfortable at their clinic so I set up an appointment with their doc. When I asked if I should still go ahead with the tests ordered by the current doc, the woman put me on the phone with the nurse so I could ask her the question myself. I and the nurse, we had a lovely chat. She was kind and funny and she explained to me thoroughly what my options were and gave me a lot of great advice. I didn’t feel like I was taking precious time out of her busy day and I felt like she really cared about our situation. It’s true, these people do exist. I’m sold. Now I just have to tell Mike about it. The only down side is that the appointment isn’t until June 28. What’s another two months when we’ve been waiting six years? And if it means we won’t dread every doctor’s visit, isn’t that worth it?
Monday was our 7th wedding anniversary. We are still very much in love. I’ve never been into getting flowers but this year I told Mike that I thought I wanted flowers for our anniversary. (It’s okay to tell men exactly what you want. It has a 99% success rate – hint-dropping and manipulation do not.) I was thinking just a small little bouquet but he sent me roses – 12 of them! Apparently Annie Rae has a deal with the flower shop so he bought them at a great price (which as far as I’m concerned is part of the charm of the gift. I’m a practical girl.). He even had them delivered, so they sit here at my desk where I can enjoy them all day. That and when people notice them it gives me another opportunity to brag about my husband.
We are still in the testing, gathering information stage, so I have nothing to report. This is an area that’s pretty personal to me, so to be honest I may not report at all. I just thought I should tell you so you can [pray, cross your fingers, rub the buddha, throw the penny in the wishing well] for us. My main goal at this point is to find a sense of humor about it so that it doesn’t crush me. That’s all.
