Eamon is receiving 1st Communion in two weeks, along with two of his cousins, and he is super excited. Eamon is a quiet boy who has said that he wants to be a priest for as long as I can remember. He has been so attentive and wonderfully behaved at Mass since he was 4 years old, and watches the priest and the altar servers like a hawk, memorizing their every move. Once he receives 1st Communion, he is allowed to take part in the Altar Training Bootcamp this summer, and will be an altar server with JP and Andrew, and I think his little heart might burst from the joy. Anyway, that was a long way to say that in my shopping around, online, of course, always online, for a gift to give him and his cousins, I decided on these:
We have this book already and all of my boys who can read have read their way through it at least once. It's awesome, a comic book style version of the Bible. Not every story is in there, but the kids learn so much without even realizing it. I'm giving it to his cousins.
For Eamon, I'm giving him this one as an addition to the first. If you're looking for boy gift ideas, I seriously recommend these books.
My niece asked me to be her Confirmation sponsor as she is being confirmed on May 12. Phil has sponsored two girls in the past, and I have sponsored one in the past, and for all four girls, we have always given them a rosary bracelet.
I ordered this one from Discount Catholic Products, and it shipped soooo fast, I was amazed. It's gorgeous! They also sell Tiny Saints charms/keychains which I love and so do my kids.
Ok, enough Sacrament Shop Talk...how about an embarrassing story to make you feel better about your life? On Monday night, I realized I had a coldsore starting, which I get about once a year because I'm blessed like that. Since I get them so bad and so often, I have been given a prescription for Valtrex, which is a drug for herpes of all varieties. I usually ask Phil to pick up the scrip for me because I am so embarrassed that the pharmacist will think I have genital herpes and not oral herpes. I also make him buy the cream for jock itch when I get breastfeeding thrush, because I am so nice. Sorry honey, love you! You married an introvert!
Anyway, long story even longer...in all my KonMari cleaning, I had thrown out my prescription for Valtrex because it was old and it didn't "spark joy" at the coldsore-free moment . So I started panicking a bit because if I don't take the Valtrex right at the onset of coldsore symptoms, I get a huge blistery sore that takes over my face, is painful, makes my lymph nodes all inflamed, and totally wears me out. Ain't nobody got time for that! Plus, vanity! So I had to swallow my pride and go to the pharmacy and ask the pharmacist what I should do...buy Abreva or call my doctor and get a new scrip? The pharmacist was super nice, also a coldsore sufferer, and said I should just call the doctor because Valtrex is the only thing that stops the coldsore from forming. So I called my doctor's office after hours, talked to the answering service who asked me if it was an emergency, and while I wanted to scream YES!!!, I said not really but she took pity on me and paged the doctor anyway. Total count of whom I've had to tell I had herpes to thus far: 2.
The doctor called back, I poured out my sob story, he paused and said "Go get some Abreva. I've used it. It works" and got off the phone. Aaaaahhhhh! What the what? I have never called the doctor on call in my entire life for anyone in my entire family, and that's the response I get. At this point, it's too late to go to the walk-in, so I go home, very sad that I'm about to get this thing and nobody will help me. Then I remember, I have a friend who is an ER doctor! I text her husband to see if she's working, which she is, but he says to text her anyway. People who know about my herpes condition now: 4.
I text my friend, who was probably busy saving lives, and she texts back that she is sorry, but she can't prescribe me anything without seeing me in the ER. Understandable, but what's the point of having friends in high places? I kid, I kid. I know it's illegal to do that. So I slathered on some Abreva and went to bed. The next morning, I went to work where I had to ask permission to my boss about going to the walk-in for my COLDSORE THAT WAS SPREADING OVER MY FACE. People who know more than they want about my herpes: 6
I go to the walk-in and tell even more people about the non-genital herpes 7) the check in lady, 8) the nurse, 9) the other nurse (who gets really confused as to how I know I'm not pregnant but I'm not on birth control), 10) the doctor - finally, alleluia! The doctor is super nice and asks a couple questions and goes ahead and writes the scrip. I bring the scrip to the pharmacist, wait for it to be ready and pick it up from the pharmacy tech. Total peeps who now know TMI about my sores - 12. But then the tech told me a story about a brother and sister who were married without knowing they were related and suddenly my stupid coldsore problems didn't matter so much. Lesson in pride, vanity and humility - check!
I have a giftcard from Loft burning a hole in my wallet pocket, and I'm digging these right now:
I'm just realizing I have a problem with navy and aqua/teal. I should have know based on the Easter outfits I coordinated...
Have a wonderful weekend everybody! I'm off to my Coldsore and Color Coordinated Anonymous Meeting :)