Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Went to the ER last night, because I was relatively positive I had pneumonia.  
The coughing fit.
The wheezing.
The inability to catch my breath.
The achy chest.
The rattling.
They all screamed pneumonia.

Anyway, in the midst of a coughing fit that left me incapable of catching my breath Mike grabbed my coat and said we were going to the ER.

That's how I found myself in the ER at 9pm, unshowered, in my pajamas, with slippers on, no makeup, no bra and my hair pulled into a messy pony tail.  I looked like I was going shopping at least that's what the XRay tech told me.

And that's how I was directed to wear a mask.
And sent to an isolated waiting room.
And then brought to an even more isolated ER room.

An hour later, a clear set of XRays,  a few million coughing fits (quite impressive coughing/barking, according to the ER doctor), and a hellacious nasal swab for the flu later I was handed a couple of prescriptions, told to go home and sleep because I had the flu.  
The flu.
Truth be told I don't feel all that crappy. 
Coughy, yes.  Achy, no.  Tired, yes.  Ill, no.  Ears ringing, yes.  Nausea, no.  

By the way, have you ever had the nasal swab for the flu?  I swear to you I thought the swab was going to come through my eye socket, she shoved it so far up my nose.  Fun.  Seriously, I think she swabbed my brain.

Monday, January 19, 2015

My boss came to work all last week with the flu, now, although I am not sick, I am freezing, exhausted and oh so so sleepy.  

My lips are so chapped they are swollen and I am running a constant rotation between the three chapsticks I have on hand.

and drinking a ton of water

Watched these two movies while eating Hideaway Pizza (Seriously, get the Tulsa Hurricane.  SO awesome!  Especially cold.  Holy Hannah!) and Kit Kats

Those puff crochet flowers are so beyond awesome and the blankets I have seen made from them just scream to me.  But alas, I am still busy making the biggest dang speedghan ever as a gift.  It will never get done because I wasn't paying attention and it's HUGE.

I kinda want to join the CAL though that is at Moogly Blog but I am trying to make myself not start another project until I finish this one.  Aww heck, who am I kidding.  I think I'll give it a shot.

Oh and I treated myself to the black deer head I have been coveting.  Hey, it was 50% off.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

success...a conversation

Just a little something I learned from my 17 year old the other day.
Something that was so profound to me, especially watching her facial expressions and listening to the emotions as they poured forth from her.

"Success is NOT money.  Success is happiness.  Success is doing what really makes you happy, getting to that point where you want to be.  Success is knowing what you want to do and doing it.  Success is realizing that money does not equate happiness.  I hate it when people think that to be successful you have to a have a bigger house, a better job or a newer car.  That's not success. To be successful in life you simply have to be happy.  Find contentment..and you'll find success."

Wise words my girl.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Self esteem

I think that self-esteem (or lack thereof) can manifest itself in so many different ways.
One can be supremely outgoing.
Others introverted.
Some can be insecure.
Others pushy.
Some are fearful.
Others are braggarts.

Whatever the case may be I tend to get really irritated with a specific type of self-esteem issues.  And those are the ones that lead to insecurity.  The lack of really trying or pushing yourself because you are sure your value is nothing.  Quite frankly, it's a quality I don't understand.  I am a relatively quiet person, and I don't assume I am the best, but darn if I am not willing to try just about anything.  I am not scared of failure.  In fact, I am honestly so not controlled by that fear that I am shocked if I do fail at something. I suppose that is really something my parents instilled in me.  That I can do anything.  In fact, I know they told me those words over and over again.  In fact I can just hear my Mom saying "Why CAN'T you do that?  Who's stopping you other than you?"  I suppose those words sank pretty deep into my id.

The thing is, if you tell people over and over again what their failures are they will begin to believe them.  They will actually believe they are failures.  And in families you can inadvertently tell your kids they aren't good enough.

For example: I have a son who is an incredible musician.  He can pick up any musical instrument and play it by ear.  Although I have to tell him how great he is (because he really, really is) I have to be careful not to make the other three kids feel like failures because they don't play.  I have to make sure they know they are awesome and special and complete and utter successes, not only because of their abilities, but also because of who they are.

The same rings true for the musician.  I have to carefully ensure that he realizes he is a success in life because he is.  Not because of what he does.

The funny thing is, 5 years ago my self-esteem was in the toilet.

But now, because I am watching someone fight a battle with their own self-view, I am able to step back and see how very very wrong I was in my fight.  And I am trying to figure out how to tell that person how very very wrong he/she is.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Life series

Watching these things.  The Soup: too funny
No Good Deed: Great!

Desperately missing reading.  I read so much when I worked at the library, now I seldom find time, I've got to rectify this situation.  

But I do find time to play Fibbage almost every evening with the family.  Super-fun, full of laughs, great time.

Eating these when I work the night shift.

Working on these.

Glad the youngest two are enjoying school this year, and glad we found something that they understand and works with their individual personalities.