The Next Great Thing

I received my next shipment of coffee from the best coffee company in the world. And they make some pretty great coffee as well. I'll save the story of why I got involved in a relationship with this particular company for a later date. Set aside some time to peruse their website and you will See what a fun time the employees have there. You can also join their Facebook site as well. One of the things you may not see is that they adopt a child from the "Christian Children's Fund" for each of their employees.

But today's Next Great Thing is about their relationship with their coffee growers.

I got a 2 lb. bag of Rio Azul Guatemala Coffee in this shipment.

Organic and Responsible. As supporters of the co-op, all medical and dental expenses are provided for the 187 members and their families.

And Dillano's has a really cool label for it too.

Risk taking

Every day that we eat something that wasn't made and grown here in my house we take a risk. Today Janey made a terrific birthday cake for me. It was in the shape of a Power T (for Tennessee). She let the boys scrape the bowl afterwards. David ate a little and decided that he didn't want anymore. That in itself should have been a HUGE red flag! What kid doesn't want to lick the bowl?!?!?

David, as some know, is allergic to peanuts. But there was no allergy warning on this box of cake mix, so there is NO way that there are peanuts in it.

Then his throat felt itchy. And it hurt. And his lips swelled up. And he got hives around his mouth. And his throat felt like something was stuck in it. And he got real tired pretty quickly. Welcome to the world of anaphylaxis.

David's body experienced what I hope is his first and last anaphylaxis reaction.

Symptoms of anaphylaxis are related to the action of Immunoglobulin E (IgE) and other anaphylatoxins, which act to release histamine and other mediator substances from mast cells (degranulation). In addition to other effects, histamine induces vasodilation of arterioles and constriction of bronchioles in the lungs, also known as bronchospasm (constriction of the airways).

Tissues in different parts of the body release histamine and other substances. This causes constriction of the airways, resulting in wheezing, difficulty breathing, and gastrointestinal symptoms such as abdominal pain, cramps, vomiting, and diarrhea. Histamine causes the blood vessels to dilate (which lowers blood pressure) and fluid to leak from the bloodstream into the tissues (which lowers the blood volume). These effects result in shock. Fluid can leak into the alveoli (air sacs) of the lungs, causing pulmonary edema.

He's fine now. We did not give him his epipen. We should have. Although he was not in danger because we were watching him so closely and would have administered the epipen if things had worsened, I wish we had given him the epipen. I won't hesitate next time.

As the doctor pointed out, you can't leave you child inside your house and eat only what you grow. Each time you feed him something made outside your house, you are taking a risk. What a wonderful challenge for parents- to decide how much a risk you are willing to take with your children's lives. I despise this.

My 35th Birthday and my Bucket List

To mark my very insignificant 35th birthday this year, I am making a bucket list. Here's the difference- It's things I've done in the last 35 years that I'm glad I did. There are a few things on here that I wish never happened, but I'm a better person because of them. You'll understand when you get to them.

1. Married my high school sweetheart
2. Been a 'daddy' to my kids
3. Fished with my son
4. Served in the Army
5. Fought in a war
6. Rappelled off very high places
7. Owned a pickup truck
8. Loved my dog
9. Moved to several states and towns I knew no one in
10. Lived in another country
11. Gave a eulogy at a funeral
12. Preached a sermon
13. Gave my coat to a homeless man
14. Comforted my child when he broke his arm
15. Lead someone in prayer to accept Christ
16. Been satisfied with my job
17. Quit a job to take a risk
18. Picked up a hitch hiker
19. Drove all night to see my wife
20. Sat on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial
21. Cried at an Army friend's memorial service
22. Watched Tennessee beat Alabama in football
23. Watched Tennessee win a National Championship in football (#22 and #23 may not happen for the next 35 years!)
24. Flown in a single engine plane
25. Drove the road to Hana
26. Missed a plane and (nearly) ran out of money on my honeymoon
27. Been broke and needed help
28. Watched the sunrise from a mountain top
29. Watched eagles soar
30. Been lost in the mountains and walked out
31. Lived in a small town
32. Said "I love you" to someone before they died
33. Hit the shot to win the game
34. Won the tournament
35. Wiped the tears away from my children's eyes

I would have written about 35 things I really want to do before I die, but I can't think of a single one. I'm a happy guy.

The truth hurts

Our dinner conversation tonight was more than I could handle. Here are some of the things said about or to me tonight:

"Daddy has big boobs"
"No, they're wide boobs"
"You have a flat butt. Butt butt butt. hehehehehe"

There was more, but my feedback window was closed. I stopped hearing.

Happy Birthday.. what are you, like 40?

It's my birthday week and I am celebrating by letting people make me feel old. As I made my way through the self check out lane at the local grocery store, I realized I had a couple bottles of wine and the lady that worked there would have to walk over and check my ID (yeah right). I guess I should say, I assumed she would come over and check my ID. I figured she was about my age, maybe a few years older. She came over and said, "You've probably got a few years on me." Then she scanned her card, clicked the button that indicated I looked over 40, and said, "Have a nice day, sir."

I was pretty much speechless.

Maurice has left the building.

Oh no... What did I just do?

When I was in high school and college I would eat six or seven Krystal cheeseburgers and a handful of Krispy Kreme doughnuts at random times of the night/ morning. The timing of this completely depended upon when Eric and I abandoned our studying for the night and decided to find something more important to do. Never once did I think, "Hey, its pretty late. Maybe I shouldn't be eating all of this grease and sugar."

It is 10:40 PM and I just ate two fried eggs, two pieces of toast with mayo on them, a few handfuls of Lay's Wisconsin Cheddar Potato Chips, a glass of Orange Juice, a couple Chips A-Hoy chocolate chip cookies, and about 2 inches of raw cookie dough from the roll.

I regret every bite.

My stomach just said, "Welcome to the OTHER side of 30 old man."

Some people call me Maurice...

Seriously. They do. And it's not "cause I speak of the pompitous of love." It's because of my lack of correcting it. So here's what happened- When we lived in Tacoma, my phone number was owned by someone named Maurice. I went to Safeway to grocery shop and used my phone number for my safeway card. Well, Maurice apparently frequented Safeway as well. So after I paid, the cashier said, "Have a great day Maurice."
I looked at my receipt and apparently, I am Maurice Jessup. That was about 7 years ago. But now, I am "Mr. Jessup" and no longer Maurice. I like being Maurice better. Except that I'm not too sure I look like a Maurice. I can certainly be a Mr. Jessup. But I feel so old.