Hmmmm...

So it says, "Do not drive or operate machinery while taking this medication". Do they think I drive this?

Or this?



Or maybe this?

I just thought that was interesting. I drive one of these:

So look out if you see me comin'.


I am better. I just have this lingering sinus issue. My sphenoid sinus is inflamed and putting pressure on my right eye. This is a self diagnosis, mind you. I prescribed myself an eye patch just for fun. My kids said no. So I'm sticking to a dose of Sudafed here and there and Tylenol. I'm rationing the Sudafed, though. Due to the amount I've taken in the last two weeks, I can't buy products with pseudoephedrine in the state of Texas for a while. I think the ATF or DEA is watching the house.


Let me just say, I'm supposed to go here for my anniversary next weekend:

It was bad enough to be sick for The Blessed Day of Birth '08. Heads will roll if I'm not 100% for Love Fest '08. I will need my strength back for planned activities.

Guess what today is?!? Celebrate with me, will you?

Random Birthday Thoughts (it's random because I'm high on meds. I'm still coughing up vital organs under the weather.)


On this day 38 years ago, my parents were blessed with...me. **sniff** I really wanted to post a baby picture, but...what's that? There aren't any!?! How can that be? I'd think I was adopted, but our family shares somewhat of a resemblance. Here's me and my sister, circa 1990 (I'm on the right):

Here's my mom with Phil when he was a baby, circa 1995:

Here she is listening to a box. Wait. What?

Then, of course, Luscious Leisure Suit Larry, circa 1972. (He's smiling on the inside):

Mother's Day '08 or Barfapoloosa...

So, I've been hurling since 2:30 this morning. Actually, I hurled once and then heaved for the next 10 hours. As I emptied my body of any life sustaining fluid, I pondered a few things. One is that my level of tolerance of where I'll put my face lowers significantly when I am nauseated. **note to self...get a padded toilet seat.**

I also learned that I have an actual hurling language. I believe this may be personal to everyone, but I have learned to recognize some of my guttural retching. One conveys, "Please don't let me lose control of my bowels". Another is, "This is it! They're actually going to pop out of my head into the toilet!". Well, you get the picture.

I'd like to thank my husband for participating in this endeavor. He was very compassionate as he led my shaking body back and forth to the toilet and politely looked away as I reached new lows of what's appropriate to share with another human being. He dutifully supplied me with water, iced tea (with lemon) and protein shakes...all with bendy straws. He locked the children outside tended to the children with utmost patience so I could rest.

I think the worst has passed and I'm on the mend. I guess I could say today was a blessing as I saw my family rally around me to care for me. Loree "cleaned " every room in the house. Aaron told me it was hard to stay away from me. Ashlie played for hours in the pool with the kids, keeping them entertained. Everyone helped to get the laundry up to speed. Darren repeatedly told me how sorry he was that I was feeling bad. I believe he would have traded places with me if he could have. So, looking back, now that the toilet seat is not imprinted on my right cheek, it was a good Mother's Day, believe it or not. I hope yours was, as well.

Happy Mother's Day

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Friday's Feast

Appetizer
When someone smiles at you, do you smile back?

Always!

Soup
Describe the flooring in your home. Do you have carpet, hardwood, vinyl, a mix?

It's a mix of laminate and dust bunnies.

Salad
Write a sentence with only 5 words, but all of the words have to start with the first letter of your first name.

Kthis kis kreally ktoo khard.

Main Course
Do you know anyone whose life has been touched by adoption?

Mine. We adopted Katrina right after Hurricane Katrina. (The creativity within these walls abounds) We quickly discovered she was a street cat. Too tough to be contained. She sat in front of our glass door and stared longingly into the front yard. Happy from next door would traipse by, taunting Katrina. Her restlessness began to consume her. She peed in my closet made it clear she needed space. So, we allowed her to roam the cul de sac released her into the wild. She's at peace now. **sniff**

Dessert
Name 2 blue things.

**snicker** I can't believe you're asking me that question.