My fans are clamoring for me to write another post. They both think it’s been too long since my last one. I’m sorry to tell you, Mom and Aunt Thea, that my posting is going to be mighty sporadic until after the first of the year. No doubt most of you can relate. Christmas is closing in on us and there’s always so much to do, so little time. I do believe my shopping is finished which is a huge relief. But I haven’t even done my Christmas cards and it’s looking like it’s not happening this year. Maybe I’ll do a “Happy 2008” card in January instead.
I have so much nothing to say. Having trouble getting to sleep at night? Just keep reading.
School was dismissed two hours early on Thursday due to bad weather. Thankfully Todd was already home because he was sick. Not thankfully he was sick. But thankfully he was already home. Though I don’t believe the streets ever did get slick, it was still fun to have a family evening at home on a cold night, watching Transformers. Except for somewhere along the line we lost both the kids – Katie to bed and Taylor to a phone call with his girlfriend – and Todd and I finished out the movie alone.
The kids went carolling at a nursing home with some of the young adults from church last night. They had a blast. While I sometimes pine for my babies or toddlers or preschoolers or elementary age kids, I also thoroughly enjoy having two teenagers. No, I haven’t caught Todd’s fever. I really mean it. The only thing I truly get tired of is playing chauffeur. Sometimes I can’t wait for Taylor to get his license just so I’m not constantly driving all over the place for him and Katie. And when I need a gallon of milk. Rationally, however, I’m not excited about that prospect at all. I know how I am and I’ll be a nervous wreck when he’s not home exactly when he said he was going to be. It will be time to step up the hair coloring regimen, I’m sure.
Anyway, they were gone so Todd and I got a Hawaiian pizza and watched Mr. Brooks last night. I’m pretty prudish when it comes to bad language in movies and there were a lot of F-bombs in this particular flick. But we watched it anyway and it was okay. Not the best movie I ever saw. Not the worst.
I have thrush again and this time I have absolutely no idea why. I haven’t been on any antibiotics and I don’t think my white count is low because I’m pretty sure I’d be sick if it was. My tongue has been more swollen than normal for the last week or so, but last night I had a lovely yeasty coating. So I’m downing yogurt and drinking Swizzle (Thanks, DebC) by the teaspoonfuls. It actually seems to be helping, but my tongue still hurts from pushing so hard on my teeth. I would really like to know why I’m still dealing with this two years after chemotherapy, but my doctors don’t appear to be interested in finding a reason.
Katie and I did a little bit of shopping today. We went to the Outlet stores and froze our patooties off. While I love the new outlet mall, I do have a gripe. It’s an outdoor mall which means today it was freezing between stores. To keep warm while you’re walking around you need a good coat. But the stores are kept so warm that I’m surprised people weren’t passing out from heat stroke. So Katie and I decided to leave our jackets in the car. Which meant we were like icicles running around outside. We did warm up in Starbuck’s after we finished our few errands and then, fortified with liquid heat, made a bee-line for the car. Except we couldn’t find the car and it was windy making the 32 degree temperatures feel more like about 22 degrees and we were in long sleeved t-shirts and sweatshirts. I think our reason centers were frozen or something because we were laughing like idiots while Katie held my keys up over her head and continually hit the alarm button to no avail. Finally we realized we had come out the wrong way and were in the wrong parking lot altogether.
I am having to endure hockey on TV. I love hockey and, in fact, am going to a hockey game tomorrow. But I hate sports on TV. My unreasonable husband won’t even look for something we both might enjoy because I’m typing on my computer. He didn’t even care when I said I was almost finished. I think his recent illness caused a spike in testosterone or something. I could take advantage of his weakened state and make a grab for the remote…
I suppose this is enough mundane for one night. Until the next time.