another cold day in paradise

Ugh. I woke up this morning freezing, and it was evidently only 65 degrees. On any other day, I wouldn't have been that cold, but I fell asleep at the wrong end of the bed last night and only had a small corner of a sheet while my other half snuggled up in the comforter at the other end. I shivered around until I found my clothes and started getting ready for the day.

I had a very odd dream last night. I dreamt that my ex and I were still together, and we had two small children - girls, as it were. We were very unhappy, and he had taken to bringing friends over at all hours of the night. Presumably, these are the friends that he has now, because I only knew a couple. Then he started taking up with a girl named Jessica (there are connotations there, but that's its own story) who looked suspiciously like his last girlfriend. So I was taking care of the girls and yelling at him to keep his friends and his girlfriend out of my house, blah blah blah. I take this just to be a "what if" dream. What if we had stayed together even though we were both unhappy, and what if we still evolved into the people we are now while still together ... we were so miserable. The dream was so miserable.

I made such an elf of myself

You have to check this out. And don't pee yourself laughing. :)

Uberdork? Mua?

How the heck do you spell that, anyhow? Mua? Mya? Mwa?

Anywho, I'm reading this:



And it's so good! After I finish I'm totally reading this:

More on the lifefront

It's 10:30(ish). I've been up for hours, and home for just a little bit. We spent the night at Shea & Kyle's last night. Christen went out with the boys and I spent the evening with Shea. It was a lot of fun. I haven't seen her in a couple weeks, so we had catching up to do. We had sushi at the cute little place on Collier Parkway (note: the catepillar rolls there have spicy mayo on them! I couldn't feel my tongue ...) and had wine back at the condo watching TLC and The Truth About Cats and Dogs. Overall, a very nice way to spend the evening. Shea told me I'm probably be killed for letting Shell know we had sushi without her ... :) Love you Shell! Sushi soon, right? :)

Friday was a nice day. I took a second bereavement day so I could help my dad if he needed it when the family came in for the memorial, but I didn't end up going over there so I ended up with a very nice, stressfree day. We bought my wedding ring, which was uber-exciting. I've been looking at this ring since we got engaged, and I couldn't find one anywhere else that I liked as much. So yesterday we bit the bullet and got it. It came with this gorgeous tulip Mikasa vase (befitting us, with the tulips and all) and finally that's done. Christen's ring had to be sent back because they sent the wrong size, so we still haven't received that, but it's on the way. You know the holiday mail season.

Christen thinks I should get a DVD copy of Hebrew Hammer for Richard for Hannakuh. I'm not sure -- I can never tell if he'll think something is funny or not. He's got a great sense of humor, but sometimes you just can't tell. Anybody any votes? Yay or Nay? Otherwise I wanted to get him this shirt:


But I'd have to order it and it won't get here in time.

Most of my other shopping is done. I've been wrapping as I've been buying, so other than finishing up on what I got yesterday, I'm pretty caught up. As a matter of fact, I'm going to go do that now.

Cheers to the season

So I've noticed that the emails that I've written the past couple of days have not been particularly coherent. I think I wrote something to NPR Junky about being wanted in 32 states means they'd be spread a little thin, and then something about not wanting her to be in the witness protection program ... so forgive me. I'm insane this holiday season.

I've bought scotch and cigar paraphernalia for Christen for Christmas. Do you think I'm trying to kill him? Hmm. Oh, and a dress shirt. Nice.

I'm trying slowly to get my Christmas shopping done. I wanted to get Lola a grayhound, but Christen said no. So I got her a toothbrush and some bones instead. I'm hoping she doesn't sniff them out before Christmas and unwrap them -- they've been under the tree for a couple days.

Anyhow, back to incoherence!

Charlie Brown Christmas as performed by Scrubs

long but way worth it:

A lame-o sickie.

I'm so sick. I'm such a baby when I'm sick, too. I know this. I started feeling sick Thursday night. Friday I couldn't even stay at work because I was too sick. I'm going through the stages of a terrible cold -- not the flu, because I'm not throwing up. But a horrible cold. It actually feels exactly like the cold that nearly killed me last December around Shea's wedding.

First stage: sneezing. constantly. You blame it on the dirt, the dust. By dinner time you can't breathe and your head feels heavier than your boobs.

Second stage: You go to work, you can't stop blowing your nose and feeling sorry for yourself. You make it three hours before leaving. You try to enjoy the rest of your work-free day by doing some Christmas shopping instead of going home to wallow, but nothing is fun or interesting, and finally you go home. To wallow.

Third stage: You skip a social event that was very important to you to sleep for 12 hours, waking every few to blow your nose and take more medicine. You don't think the meds are working, but it's peace of mind. You get up the next day feeling like a freight train ran over your face, but you're determined not to let the cold ruin your weekend. You take the box of tissues with you and get a Christmas tree, do some Christmas shopping, and wind up the day feeling better but still horrible sick. Wonton soup for dinner helps though.You skip a friend's Christmas party because you can't bear the thought of getting dressed and going back out.

Fourth stage: You sleep another 12 hours, waking up because your throat hurts so much you resort to sleeping with a lozenge in your mouth. Choking not as worrisome as not being able to swallow. You wake up to cleaning, taking a break every few minutes because you're lightheaded. You have family things that can't be postponed, so you sit, blogging to get your head into actually going out.

More stages to follow, as I milk being sick more than I generally should. It's not my fault I can't breathe, I can't swallow, and I can't generally be up and about for more than 20 minutes or so. I think break is up and I need to go finish cleaning the kitchen.