BBBBRRRRRRRR!!!!

I am always amazed when the end of November rolls around and Texas finally realizes that it's not supposed to be 80 degrees out. Overnight, the temperature drops 50 degrees and the next morning you wake up to sleet on your car. AWESOME!

I'm listening to Perry Como sing the Latin text to O Come All Ye Faithful. It's actually kind of funny. Anybody that went through TMEA in 1994 remembers the voice on the TMEA accompaniment tapes and the pronunciation of the Agnus Dei, Kyrie, and other movements from Mozart's Requiem. It was awful (but hilarious).

I wonder if J is back yet from San Antonio. I hope he makes it back tonight. It's hard to believe I miss him already, since I just saw him on Monday. Oh, speaking of, he told me that he is being deployed to Kuwait in February and, from there, he'll go to Iraq for a year. *GULP* I'm not really ready to think about all of that at this moment and I don't really have to for a while. But I know that I've stopped denying to myself or anyone else (for that matter) that this guy is anything but the greatest thing since sliced bread to me. For the record, I'm in love. (DUH)

Ok, I'm going back to work. Now if I can only defrost my fingers... Time to turn on the heater!!

Ah, the joys of Public Life

Not that I'm a politician or anything, but I do have to watch what comes out of my mouth or, in the case of a blog, out of my fingers.

I had a scathing post all ready to go about my day at work. Today was a simple day. We decorated for Christmas. "How," you may ask yourself, "could that deserve anything deemed scathing?" Well, it's very simple. I, and one of my co-workers, have a VERY different opinion about how an arts center should be decorated for the holidays. And that is as far as I'm going to go. Otherwise, I might as well post the entire rant and then deal with the possible PR fallout if any one of our members or staff or board or well, you get the picture, wanders over to here. No thank you.

Anyway, suffice it to say that I would really love nothing more than to be at home, in front of my pretty tree.

And They Danced

Saturday night, I had Mom & Dad over for a little holiday socializing. Mom is a regular fixture at the house, but Dad is more formal and isn't as comfortable just "hanging out," preferring an actual invitation. So, bearing that in mind, I invited them over for music, food and a movie. I pulled out all the stops, setting the table with a pretty Christmas tablecloth, using all of the holiday dishes to serve little snacks. Mom discovered a really yummy hickory smoked cheese ball, coated in sliced almonds - YUM!!

We sat and ate and visited - it was so fun...

Then, I put on my vintage CD and my dad just lit up. He really loves Big Band, you see. It was fun watching him smile and hum along with the tunes. When the last song came around, "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by the Harry James Orchestra, I slyly suggested to Mother that she and Dad should dance. You should have seen the look on his face. And then, they danced. It was so sweet. Sweet doesn't even begin to grasp the scope of the emotion. I left them to their dance and the music and went into the other room.

Things haven't always been easy for them and it was so great to be a part of such a tender moment. Thank God for Dancing.

On Your Mark...

Get set... GO! Tomorrow is Monday of a super short holiday week. As if that didn't guarantee an insane day add on top that I've been out of the office since LAST Tuesday! WHEW! I am tired and it's still Sunday!

It was a good weekend. Rested quite a bit, as I certainly won't get another chance once the week starts. I think I'm back to "normal" (whatever that means). Still feel a little woozy at times but I hear antibiotics will do that.

You should see K and Munchkin. K is putting every clip and hair barrette in Munchkin's hair. Munchkin looks a little like a blonde Fraggle.

I made some cards today. Have I mentioned that I had the crack-headed idea to make my own Christmas cards this year? (don't ask) Well, I'd already bought all of the stamps, ink and paper when I counted up my list. If I actually make all of the cards for everybody on the list, I have 80 cards to make. EIGHTY! Are you kidding?!? I'm doing pretty well if I get eight cards made in a sitting because I run out of patience and it's hard for me to sit still for more than about an hour and a half.

So, I figure if I make at least eight cards EVERY DAY for the next two weeks, I'll have all of the cards made in time to send them out the first weekend of December. HA. Me? Actually stick to a schedule? Yeah, more likely I will be sitting at She Loves Me auditions, putting together cards because I waited until the very last minute - as usual.

Anyway, it's getting time for a certain spaz (um, I mean Munchkin) to get ready for bed.

Wish me luck tomorrow!

You know you're sick when...

1. almost 31 years old, the first thing you think to do is call your mother and cry into the phone.
2. even with a massive hero complex, you plan on missing at least two days of work.
3. you pass on mom's humpty dumptys.
4. you don't check your email or blogs ALL DAY.
5. you actually break down and go to the doctor.

I have strepp throat. That's why I've had this dry, scratchy cough, sore throat, chills and fever for the last week. great.

Yesterday was the worst day. I felt like I'd been hit by a train. It hurt to move, blink or breathe. Taking one look at me, K said, "you are NOT going to work." (as if that was possible) I called my mother and, when she saw me she said, "you are going to the doctor." Well, you know what I told her? "yes ma'am."

The upside was that I finally met my new doctor. *whistle* Boy, he's a looker. (not that I was really looking because I felt like run over maltomeal and probably looked the part, too) Mother was certain to mention, "he's not wearing a ring." *grin* What is this with everybody "mentioning" single men to me? What about J you say? Well, you know the phrase, out of sight.... They never see him so they never think of him. We're going to have to do something about that soon, I think. But, when I'm feeling puny and needy is NOT the time to think about it.

Today I feel better. Still weak and achy, but nowhere near as bad as yesterday. I'm glad I don't have to try and work feeling like this, even though I have an entire newsletter to do.

Ok, I've been sitting upright for 10 minutes and I'm worn out. Going back to the couch.

Weekend Update

Overall, a great weekend. The weather was pretty, church was good and we got the house all decorated for Christmas (well, the inside anyway).

Munchkin and her Nana went to see a live production of Cinderella and, according to my mother, Munchkin really enjoyed it. (naturally) She's looking forward to Snow White coming sometime around Christmas.

I felt rather under the weather for part of the weekend but it didn't keep me from enjoying it anyway. I've been sick a lot this fall and I don't know if it's that my allergies are worse this year than in other years or if there is some psychosomatic reason that I haven't thought of yet.

Well, I'm off to enjoy a nice, quiet HOT bath and then I think I'll tuck myself into bed. 'night, kids.

feel like...

..curling up in bed and sleeping for three days
..running off to the circus (except that would mean working harder than I already do)
..cutting my nose off to get the congestion out of my head

My throat hurts. I'm tired. It's hot. It's only 3pm. I haven't seen J in almost a month. Wah.

This weekend is going to be fun. It will be even more fun if J can come along. I hope he'll be home in time to join us.

Oh, I can't wait to go to bed. My ears hurt. Don't you just hate that feeling?