This is what happens when you aren't up to snuff yet, but try and get the Christmas decorations going.

Liz put up the tree last night. It looks okay. Her friend Josh came over tonight. They decided to put up the lights outside. Then they decided that the extra outside lights would look great. INSIDE.


Me in my nyquil trance, thought it a grand idea! Doesn't it look great! Oh, I even wrote a song today. Well, I wrote the lyrics then copied the melody, but I think I can be forgiven. Everybody get out their karaoke equipment now!

(...sung to I Feel Pretty )

I feel HUMAN.

Almost HUMAN!

I feel better, I got back my wit!

and I pity

anyone ..who had what I had..

SHIT!

I feel normal

Almost normal

and I'm thankful my Lizzie is well!

Cause this virus

makes you feel..just like you've been to

HELL!

See the pasty face in the mirror there

See the tissues all on the floor

oh so many pills

oh so many ills

oh so many chills

WHERE ARE ALL THE THRILLS????

I feel better

so much better

and I think I will live after alllllll!

But I've missed you

and was ready to start climbing

THE WALL

I am back now

yes, I'm back now

so you better start checking your BLOG!!!

cause I'm back now

but still drinking Nyquil like
it is GROG!

Who Messed With My Clock???

I had all these good intentions. Heck, I seem to live by good intentions. I got up, feeling a little less like a snot machine, dressed and took both my child and the neighbor kids to wait at the bus stop in a nice warm car. It was 24 outside, with a windchill of 14. COLD. I came back home and made another cup of coffee (yum) and sat on the end of my bed. Big mistake.

What was to be nothing more than taking off my shoes to replace them with fuzzy warm slippers turned into a very Rip Van Winklish nap. Next thing I know it's 11:42am and UPS is banging at the door (and I have a door bell...geesh!).

I HATE being sick. I was going to do laundry. Oh heck. I was going to mop the floors, and dust and even ignore my medication and run the evil *looks like heavy machinery* vacuum. I was going to make a killer spaghetti sauce and let it simmer all day on the back of the stove.....in a crock pot of course.

Dinner is not going to go on as planned (for shame!). Perhaps my dear friend Heather will let me mooch and borrow a can of vienna sausages, LOL!

WTH????

I'm still feeling like someone poured oatmeal inside my head, then hit the *blend button. I've got so much to do and the time is getting real short. Things driving me crazy right now:

1) Laundry. I HATE HATE HATE getting backed up because then it is totally impossible to ever catch up. My poor child was down to two pairs of socks and had to ask for clean underwear.

2) People who call you five times a day to ask how you're feeling. I know they mean well but DANG.... I'm sick and I'm SLEEPING.

3) The fact that I have no portable phone. Battery died on the old one and I absolutely refuse to believe that any phone call is so important you have to carry the phone into the toilet with you. Of course, that is when the phone rings... that, or when you are sleeping (see #2).

4) People who call but only let the phone ring 3-4 times. Okay, this officially should be a sub paragraph to #3 but who cares? I don't have a big home. Since the recent move, it's bigger than it used to be, but it is still small by most people's standards. However, I am a slow mover. I hate getting to the phone right at the third ring, only to find I have nothing but a dial tone when I go to say Hello?? LET THE FREAKING PHONE RING!

5) The fact that I succumbed to having a TV in my bedroom. I swore it would never happen. The bedroom is for one thing only here... sleeping. Trust me, that's all that is happening, lol. Granted, I readily admit to loving it's glowing presence while I have been sick, but now it is much too easy for the two people who live here to retire to their respective rooms to watch completely different shows, and never really interact. NO NO NO NO NO. We still do the family dinner together and Gosh Darnit, the rest of the evening will be spent together as well!!! TV is evil. Law & Order must put out subliminal messages that tell me I absolutely HAVE to watch every episode on TNT.

6. Talking to myself. For some strange reason, it happens a LOT lately. Worse yet, I find myself arguing with myself about talking aloud to myself. Then I bring in a third conversation to tell my first two selves this is perfectly normal. Can I still blame it on medication once this stupid virus is gone?

7. The feeling that I blog all alone in the world. Perhaps that is why I talk to myself.

See? I'm crazy!

Oh. PS: The main thing driving me nuts right now is the feeling that it is only Dec 4th, yet I've MISSED it. The shopping season is almost over, or so I've been told, and I haven't even been out there in the fray yet! I didn't realize that mid-December was considered last minute. It used to be the norm. I feel like I should get the Easter decorations out just in case I blink.

:)

Blogger Panic!

Panic! Fear! A strange but titilating wish to call the Geek Squad! My blogger wasn't working. No upload image button. ACK! I suddenly realize that this thing means more to me than I knew. It's not working!!!!

Thanks to a kind (and I say brave) soul on Blogger Help Group, I am up and running again. Many of us are. We owe our bloggability (and sanity) to one Blogger Buzzer, a saint of a poster who told us how to correct the problem.

Go forth Buzzer Angel. Go forth into that dark and thankless night where those of us who are mainly blog illiterate go to vent and read and pray for help, and know that you saved us all from what surely was sudden withdrawals and certain journalistic death.

Our Hero.... BUZZER!

Big Hair Dreams

Okay, I must be feeling a little better. I can smile without my teeth chattering! I am still sniffly. I am still fighting an uphill battle to regain my balance (thanks to sniffles). I am BORED to tears, but golly darn it, I demand to look good while on my deathbed!

I was e-talking with a friend and the conversation turned towards the 80s. That made me think of my good friend Tracy, who by no means has big hair but..she lives in Texas. Texas makes me think of big hair...and voila! I get out my teasing comb and my hairspray and suddenly I'm back on the disco floor. Blame it on the medication. I do.