Is it Wednesday already?

I guess with all the stuff that's been going on around here...my body just said..."No more" and I landed my butt in bed yesterday...except when C had to take me to the doctor to get a shot and some medicine. By the way, TO DR. W's NURSE: Jabbing my butt with a needle and then slamming the thick medicine through my tender tissues is not a good thing nor is it the proper way to give a shot. I get two shots a month (for my asthma) given by my mama who is a nurse...and this is how you give a shot..."Okay Baby...little stick." As opposed to "BIG STICK" then BAM. Then the proper way (as my mama does it)..."I'm pushing the medicine in slow so it won't hurt my babygirl. Does it burn? I'm doing it slow." As opposed to "Okay, this is going to burn like hell." Then BURN LIKE HELL it does because she is slamming it though my tender butt tissue. My mama could teach SOMEBODY some lessons. Now, nobody else has to call me BABY but my mama but dang...a little gentleness would be nice for anybody who's holding a sharp needle with thick medicine in it...jabbing it into my tender butt tissue. Gentleness is all I ask! Anyhoo...I'm back at work even though I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be. My throat is killing me...I keep sneezing and blowing...my ears hurt...I'm coughing and it hurts...I've got the chills...and I really feel the need to take a nap...even though that part is pretty normal for everyday about this time.

Halloween party...great success. More later with pictures.

A's Native American Home project done and at school. We tried to make an igloo out of sugar cubes. But it didn't work. Igloos have to be round...sugar cubes are square. Somebody else may have been able to figure it out. But we didn't have to the time to get our engineering degrees before the project was due. It was an act of God that I happened to have two bags of marshmellows in the pantry. (Honestly, they mysteriously appeared on my Halloween party grocery list...even though I couldn't remember why...I bought them anyway. Good thing I did.) Anyhoo, A painted a mountainous backdrop and we fixed a forest...then we snow-capped everything with white spray paint. I think she did a great job. But A's projects always seem to be top-notch.

We had an unexpected French quiz today. I know it's Wednesday. I know we USUALLY have a French quiz on Wednesday. I know...I know. But we had a special guest (graduate from this college and now lives in Paris) in class on Monday so Dr. T didn't say anything about a quiz. Oh, well...I don't know if I would have studied if I'd known about it...being as I was one sick puppy yesterday. I'm thinking I did okay...cause she went over everything before the quiz. If not, she's going to drop the lowest two grades...my lowest grade is an "A" at this point...so I'm okay.

As bad as I felt yesterday...you know what was so cute? I got home from the doctor's office and laid down to take a nap. Okay...picture this...I'm laying in the middle of the bed. On one side...there's C's black poodle, Sassy. On the other side is my Dai-Dai. Above my head, the Lady Bella Grace (in the highest Princess position), and behind my knees, Little Captain man...Sam's on the floor on his pillow by my bed (actually begging to get up on the bed but no). Okay...maybe you had to be there. But it made me feel so at home and comfortable even at my worse. I love my dogs so much.

Sunday night, I had to research The Myrtles Plantation...which by the way, is "one of America's most haunted homes." Now, I won't watch a horror movie or read a horror book if you paid me ...but I will stay up til 2:00 in the morning looking at pictures of ghosts on the computer...and reading real ghost stories. Real ghost stories. Why? I detest blood and guts and gross stuff...and evil stuff. But I love ghosts. I don't know why. I wanted so bad go on that walking ghost tour in New Orleans...now, I don't know if I ever will. M was always a chicken butt and would never go with me. We had a October trip planned to New Orleans with some friends....but that was before the hurricanes. I had planned to convince everyone to go on the ghost tour. A ghost tour in October in New Orleans...how cool is that?But can you imagine the ghosts that are in New Orleans now? (That is if you believe.) I believe in ghosts. Nobody can convince me otherwise because I've my own amazing experiences with them. But that's a whole nother post.

I love it when I get something profound out of mass. Sunday, Father said something...and it was like an "Aha moment" for me. He was talking about finding your calling...and how so many feel like they have to do something "BIG" for God. But he said that one of the "biggest" things to be called to do for God is to be an influence in your own home. I thought..."Wow!" I know why this hit me so hard. My mission in life has always been to be the best wife to M and mother to A and mentor to C and to make my home a peaceful, happy haven for all of us. Maybe that's my calling...maybe what I've been trying to do all along is just what I'm supposed to do with my life. I guess I'm more successful at times than I am at others...but I try.

Last week, I came across some really cool blogs that I plan to visit often and to add to my favorites list so yall keep an eye out. I'm swamped right now...but I'll get yall added soon. I hope that I can do some catching up on my blog reading soon. What exactly does "soon" mean...timewise? One day...two days? Anyhoo...as soon as I possibly can. With my to do list....I just don't know when I'm going to get to sit down and read. I'm probably most caught up at work. Why can't I be like that at home?

I feel the need to declutter...to simplify. I don't think I own one article of clothing that I actually love to wear (except my yoga pants...and I can't wear them in public...and maybe my really great turquoise velvet jacket and my pink cord jacket and my blue jean jacket). I don't have a pair of shoes that I LOVE. My OTSBHs (figure it out...some people call that lingerie...but I don't) are not helping the Bs to not point toward the knees. I have stuff but that's all it is...stuff...that I don't absolutely love or use or stuff I don't know I even have or where it is if I needed it. I need so bad to distinquish between the stuff I need and use and love...and get rid of what I don't. I've got to work on that. I've got unfinished projects...projects that I really don't forsee getting back to...and I've got projects that I'd love to work on again...but can't really get to it. Dear heavens...I feel the need to clear out to the bare necessities.

I've got to get all my Halloween stuff put away. I started it but then I got sick...so hopefully, I'll get the rest put away tonight. I'm tired of stepping around those big boxes and the cauldron in the hall. C is going to be home tonight...so I'm making eggs, bacon, biscuits, and hashbrowns. C had lunch at IHOP today...and made me crave breakfast. So she's going to get it again. It's all her fault. Oh, and you know what message C's mama sent me last night...she told C to tell me how much she appreciated me being so good to C. That made me feel good. It's not really that hard to be good to C...but I think that has a lot to do with my personality more than anything else. It's probably the same reason I'm still married to C's dad today. I pick my battles and I've learned to let go. I don't be-otch and raise heck about everything. Only the things that really matter. I may talk to my friends and co-workers or write about it vaguely in my blog...but I only fuss about things if they are really important. I've found that especially with C...if you want her to do something...fussing is not the way to get it done. I ask her if she minds doing whatever it is. She knows I'm asking her to do something...and she does it without any bickering. I sure wish her daddy would figure that out. I shouldn't be so difficult since I've actually suggested that he try it...but will he? Uh, no. He's got to say whatever he has to say in a demanding, controlling manner. That's just M. Anyhoo.

I've heard it you have ulcers in your mouth...your stomach probably does, too. I wonder if that's true?

Oh, one more thing...I had car trouble yesterday...and M gave a van to drive. I never thought that I would ever like to be seen driving a van. Uh, but I really like this Dodge Caravan. Weird...please tell me vans are not for middle-aged women.

Okay...it's time to go home because a co-worker just came by to say hi...and said..."Ohhhh, those dark circles are pretty bad. You look BADDDDDDD." Well, not only do I feel bad...I obviously look a heck of a lot worse than I thought I did. Ugh.

Dear God...please tell me why it is just 3:41 pm? Hasn't this day been long enough?