I Used to Kick Ass! (subtitled: I'mb STILL Sickkkh)

Now it seems I just kick the garbage can full of tissues. Day five of this horrible blech bug. As my youngest would say, "Mom, you look really yucky." Well, then my outsides at least match my insides. One of my medications (don't ask how many) says "Do Not Operate Heavy Machinery Until You Know How You React To This Medication." Like I told my loopies, I think the vacuum is safe for another few days. Give me a riding Hoover and I'll consider trying to find the carpet. Until then, just wade through and know you are safe from nuclear fallout right now.

Oh..and come armed with Lysol. and a shovel.

I'mb Sichhhk

My nose is stuffed up, my ear is ringing, my head hurts, my eyes are itchy, my cheeks are all puffy and look like beige playdough, and that little dingleball thingy in the back of my throat has taken on a life of it's own. I'm sick. I've been in bed (mostly) since Friday night, and my poor 12 yro has been pretty much on her own. Good girl has behaved as if Christmas was tomorrow night and she was terrified that space under the tree would stay bare. Bless her heart. She's a good kid. I have a fever, and all that decongestant/antihistamine junk is giving me the weirdest dreams. Not even really imaginative ones, just weird. Like bringing my dead husband back to haunt me. Like I need that right now. My Doc has two scripts called in to the pharmacy today but I'm too dizzy to even go get them. Would one of my email buddies please move closer and baby me? I promise to always return the favor.

Okay, you can take the truck that is parked on my chest, off now. I got the message. Thank goodness for laptops and long cords. Bed is wonderful.

I'm Am Thankful.

We just finised a great Thanksgiving dinner, and I thought I'd write a bit. I don't do this often. I'm always afraid I'll bore someone or worse, make them laugh AT me. I guess I should be thankful they are looking at all, lol, but this blog is for me so it really doesn't matter, and any laughter is good.

I thought I'd do a thankyou post. I'm thankful for family. Thankful my family is close, in spirit if not proximity. My nephew called today. He is strong and tall and in the Air Force. He is also stateside for a surprise visit. I am thankful he is able to visit. He sounds so much like his father. That is a man on the other end of the phone, not the child I held and rocked and sang to. How thankful I am for him.

My sister and young niece just left. They are the only family I have here in Asheville. We had a wonderful small Thanksgiving dinner, complete with all the trimmings. The girls (mine and hers and some of the neighborhood rugrats) all played for hours afterwards while Catherine and I watched the lighting of the Macy's Christmas Tree. I am thankful for pumpkin pie, a comfy couch corner, and quiet times where the lighting is dim and the heart is as full as the tummy.

My friend Heather and her two precious babies were here earlier on in the week. Sadly, her oldest, Aidan, was ill, but the visit was wonderful regardless. They stayed two nights and Heather and I got to enjoy Kona Coffee (a little known food group) in big mugs while relaxing on the back porch. I am thankful for good friends, good coffee and a good life. I am thankful Aidan is on the mend. I am thankful that we have the type of relationsjhip that is easy on the spirit. It is there and it is appreciated and it is never frenetic. I am thankful for good friends.

I am lucky. I live a nice life with wonderful kids, supporting family and really great friends, and I am THANKFUL.

Sad news at the homefront.....

I haven't updated in a while but it hurts to come here and see the pics. Liz and I hve lost two of our best friends. We lost Mama Spice, the best gerbil ever, and my precious beloved Tootsie Pop, the most primo supremo parakeet that ever waddled the earth. Our hearts are broken.

I Canceled My Massage For This???

This is my daughter Liz, and my best friend Tootsie Pop. I know, you're thinking I'm nuts, and you might be right, but the truth of it is, I don't get out much due to some chronic pain issues. That being said, the pity train left a long time ago and I actually like my life just the way it is. Between my youngest child, and all of our pocket pets, I spend most of my free time laughing my butt off, which could stand to be a bit smaller. This pic is one of my favorites. Well, honestly, I have a lot of favorites, but this is the current one. Liz was watching TV when Toots decided to fly over for a quick visit. She was trying to get Liz's attention by kissing on her chin, but something on TV set Liz off into hysterical fits of laughter, and the poor birdie bounced up and down like a superball. I grabbed the camera, and took some quick shots. In this one, Toots is looking straight at me with a face that said "Rescue me. Please." After the rollercoaster ride had momentarily stopped (Liz paused in her laughter) the bird again started to give her kisses but Liz was right back into her belly laughs, and the Tootsie Pop had to hang on for dear life. She finally gave up (Toots) and flew down to crawl up my leg and up onto my left shoulder, where it is safe and broad and STILL. I got extra kisses for that one!