Thursday, April 12, 2007

Checking In

So let’s see...

As you can tell, it’s all fun and games at Chez Nee. Actually, I had to take time out to address the last 2 items on the list. John gets unhappy when he has to wear the dregs underwear, and all of us like to eat.

My cold is hovering on the edge of the coughing stage, and I HATE coughing. I think I would rather give birth than have a lingering cough. Chunk-expulsion is bad enough on its own, but then there’s the rib and back soreness, the throat rawness, and sleep-coughing. The anticipation is almost as bad as the actual suffering, so I wish it would just get on with it if it’s going to so I can get on the mend.

I loaded up on cough drops recently, nice herbal ones we’ve used before. The lemon ones are lemon-y (duh!), but the sage ones have the annoying tendency to taste like Italian sausage pizza topping for about 5 minutes after being popped in my mouth. Not a taste I associate with healing.

We have seen a couple of moths around that we managed to squash, but to add insult to injury, I found 2 worms up under the edge of a metal lid on a jar of red cabbage the other night. There are no words, even made-up ones, to convey my horror and disgust at such a discovery. John pointed out that they couldn’t have got at the food inside because of the seal, and that they were only up under there because they prefer tight places. That may be true, but it doesn’t make it any less gross. The first time I find a worm on the peanut butter jar, I’m taking a flame-thrower to the pantry.

But on the bright side, I am working in the sunroom, where it is sunny and bright and smells of freshly watered plants. My big Thanksgiving cactus is putting out buds and the little one leaves, and John’s plumbagos are a-flower. The only damper on the good times in the indoor garden is that I probably killed my poinsettia. It was getting pretty mummified, per the directions I was using, so I chopped it back and started watering it again. I may have gotten a bit carried away with the chopping, though, d’ya think?
Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket
I guess I can get a new one this Fall.

My paper... I have never doubted that I *can* write this paper (thanks to my giant ego where education is concerned), I just can’t seem to give myself the impetus to apply my butt to my chair and do it. But you know what? I *do* want to finish my degree, and I can’t move on with this stupid thing hanging around my neck. So me-time is over; back to work.

Attitude adjustment—complete.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Head-Cold of the Ages

My cold has entered the cranial evacuation phase (thanks to Hannah’s germ-breathing pillow-stealing the other night), where everything that has been hoarded in there over the last few days is now trying to make a break for freedom. My eyes feel kind of like a super-ball that was found under the couch. My sinuses feel like the end of a long summer’s day at an over-chlorinated pool. And my face is covered in so many petroleum products that I look like an oil slick.

This has not been very conducive to paper-writing, as you might have guessed. Blech!