May 22, 2003

Freakin bleh.  I'm still sick.  This one is really kicking my ass.  My defenses must have been low from the recent diet fluctuations.  Yesterday morning at 3am, I woke up coughing and ended up going to the living room to keep from waking up Eric.  By that time, I was awake enough (and coughing enough) that I wasn't going back to sleep.  I cleaned house until time to wake up Eric at 5:30.  I'd been in bed almost all the previous day and the kids had been wild and free with the house.  Eric didn't do anything when he got home, so it just got worse.  I went out to forage for groceries as soon as Eric got home last night, came home and made fajitas for him, then went to bed.  The house got trashed again today, I'm just not finding the wherewithal to clean it.  I know I will.  It needs  it badly, almost as badly as I need to go to bed and stay there for a while.  This cold started on Sunday and is dragging out big time.  I remember an old saying that if you took medication for a cold, it would have run its course and be over in about 7 days, but if you didn't take medication, it would last for about a week.  My ears and throat are really aching, still have a sinus headache and he cold is coming up every orifice it can.  I just went into the bedroom to get the nasal spray and the bed gestured to me suggestively and did its best to woo me into its covers.  I know I would sleep within seconds of hitting the pillow.  Ahhh. This morning I slept until 5am, which I started coughing again and went back out to the living room.  I dozed a bit until Eric left at 6am and then a bit more until I had to wake Delena at 6:30.  I am so looking forward to summer vacation. 

No one answered my job announcements from Tuesday (smile), so I'm pretty much on my own.  Eric has never been much of a nurture king, as is with most men, I guess.  If I can walk, I can clean and cook, so me being sick is A) me being whiney and demanding and only thinking of myself and (not or) B) I really inconvenience and downer for him.  I think of all of the three jobs I offered, the soup cooking aunt is the one I most want.  Someone taking care of me and cleaning my house is my sweetest fantasy.

Today's project is making a dent in the laundry mountain in my garage.  I have about six loads done, six more to go and I have piles of hanger action still to go.  Of all laundry related activities, even ironing when I used to do it (NOTHING in my house gets ironed now and I actually used to like it), it's putting clothes on hangers that I hate the most.  I work to try and keep the laundry down, since I hate doing it so much.  We re-wear clothes if they don't look dirty or smell bad and towels get a good 4-5 uses before they hit the laundry.  I mean, they're drying a clean body, right?  Eric and I often go on the same 3-4 towels for weeks.  There's not really any part of his body that hasn't been on any part of my body (sometimes in worse shape than it is when it comes out of the shower), so I'm saving myself the laundry.  Laundry is in the same category as so many other unpleasant things in my life:  Just do it.  Sadly, my answer is often, "No."

I thought I was being slick today.  Trying to get a bit of rest on the couch, I set up the kids little Rugrats playhouse in the enclosed back yard.  It's one of those vinyl tent-like things that eases over a pvc frame.  They were outside playing happily when Dylan came in and interrupted my peace to tell me that Nathan had thrown my shoes on top of the roof.  >:< 

Since that about sums up my day, along with the laundry, I'm going to go think about falling down to get some rest.  I feel like Rosie, the Jetson's robot, when her boyfriend robot boyfriend was disconnected for being distracted by their love to the point that he couldn't do his work helping Henry.  She rolled around, bent over in half, moaning, "Uhhhh uhhhhhhhhhh, uh uhhhhhhhhh, uh uhhhhhhh."  That's about how I feel.  Bleh.

Meanwhile, here's some stuff to entertain you:

Pet Peeves - from a Dog's point of view:

1. Blaming your farts on me...not funny...not funny at all.

2. Yelling at me for barking...I AM A DOG, IDIOT!!

3. How you naively believe that the stupid cat isn't all over everything while you're gone. Have you noticed that your toothbrush tastes a little like cat ass?!!

4. Taking me for a walk then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?

5. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose.....stop it.

6. Yelling at me for rubbing my ass on your carpet. What'd you buy carpet for then?

7. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that firm handshake thing yet.

8. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous.

9. Dog sweaters. Hello...have you noticed the fur?

10. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.

11. When you pick up the poop in the yard. Do you realize how far behind schedule that puts me?

12. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip," then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back.

13. The slight of hand, fake-fetch-throw. You fooled a dog! What a proud moment for the top of the food chain.  Way to go.

Then there's this:  http://www.disturbingauctions.com/