Hey blog friends!
Long time, no see!
I sense a pattern here...
I blame it on the short people in the house.
They just don't get my "blogging career". They are always needing food, attention, nose pickin' and bottom wipin'...such demanding folks! ;)
Anyway, really not much going on here...
We were supposed to have snowmageddon 2012 here in our parts.
There is nary a flake on the ground.
That's a big surprise.
Much like my blogging career.
We all seem to have this cold/sinus funk thing going around.
Ya know, one of those annoying little things...
Stuffy nose, pounding head, sore throat...
Probably because we live in KY and one day it is 20 and the next it is 60.
But I assure you.
It never snows.
I know this is just riveting information folks.
You are probably on the edge of your seat.
You should stick around for later in the week when we discuss the politicization of climate change and polarization in the American public's views of global warming.
Seriously, I do.
However, that does sound like the type of television the hubby watches at night.
Me? Gimmie the Real Housewives of (insert city). Now that is quality television at it's finest.
Some may say...why watch that?! It's trash! That's not reality!?!
Well, let me tell you something.
When you have been climbed on all day.
Had your food stolen.
Not gone to the bathroom by yourself in 6 years.
You just need a little comedy to unwind.
Speaking of quality television. Did y'all watch Whitney's funeral?
I had not planned on it. But out of curiosity I turned it on Saturday and was totally mesmerized.
The funny thing is, I thought I am not really gonna watch it, so I turned it on our tiny little box TV (did you all know those were still around!?!) in the kitchen.
I stood there watching in awe.
There was Jesus' name being mentioned on TV!
Praise and worship!
Moving stories about a little girl growing up in church...not the Whitney most of us saw and remember.
I sang Jesus Loves Me with Cece Winans y'all!
And she asked all of America to sing.
I pictured all of America sitting around their TV sets singing this age old classic. So cool!
You know that doesn't happen very often.
The Housewives pale in comparison to the quality television I saw on Saturday.
And the best part?
I have a friend who watched it.
And it has opened up a door for me to talk about Jesus with her.
I am still amazed.
Hope y'all enjoy this President's Day! I hear there are linens on sale at Macy's....
(I am going to leave you with Kevin Costner's speech from Whitney's funeral. If you didn't see it you should. It was very touching. Kevin Costner.)
Monday, February 20, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
So the other night.
Sunday, if you are keeping score.
I noticed I had a little "tickle" in my throat...
I thought to myself, "self, you better not be getting sick".
Momma's cannot get sick. Ya just can't. Too much to do. Too many mouths to feed. Too many bottoms to wipe. Too many math homework sheets to do. Y'all know how it is.
However, when I awoke Monday morning I was pretty sure the sickness was comin' after me.
I decided to fight back.
I loaded up on Mucinex...which I felt like a convict buying. I had to show identification and sign my life away.
Clearly I haven't bought high dose cold medicine in the post-meth lab era.
I also grabbed some vitamin C, ibuprofen, orange juice...and the new US Weekly (I would need good reading material if I was confined to the bed).
I popped my pills (see, I do sound like a convict) and decided I would beat this funk. I would beat it while shopping at the Fayette Mall. No measly cold can stand between me and my shopping.
I was wrong.
By the time I rolled up to the carpool line I felt as if a mack truck was slamming into my head. I was chilling. And I am pretty sure that there were voices in my head saying, "come to the light"....
The following two days are but a mirage...
I was down and out. Went to bed at 7pm on Monday night and had a fitful night's sleep where I am pretty sure I felt as if Jesus was going to ride down on chariots of fire and rescue me from my misery.
However, I have since recovered and am back to at least 90%...
Not really sure as to where I was headed with this...
Although I will say that while I lay in bed Monday fighting off the plaque I wrote some of the best blogs in my head... I had these deep meaningful conversations/writings...at least in my fevered state they sounded good.
I also remember thinking this must be how they felt on Little House on the Prairie when the entire town came down with Typhus (is that what it was???).
Here I am laying in the bed...a fever overcomes me...beads of perspiration dot my forehead, I am moaning, tossing and turning, my body shakes...Pa comes in to tell me that Doc Baker is on his way over (via horse carriage of course). I can hear Ma come in to check on me... It's like I am living in Walnut Grove...
And that is the last thing I remember.
Again, I am not sure where I was going with all of this...except maybe to get some sympathy?? Ya know Momma's don't ever get any sympathy.
And now Daddy has the plaque.
And he acts like he's dyin' or something.
They can be so dramatic.