April 28, 2009
You know you are sick when . . .
. . . you wake up and one eye is crusted closed
. . . you don't wear eye make up for 3 days (including going to church) and you really don't care
. . . you put the OJ away and you put it in the cup cupboard
. . . you yell upstairs for the kids to come down and you sound like a hurt bird
. . . you sit down on the couch to watch TV with your sick 3 year old and 2 hours fly by
. . . microwaving left over spaghetti for lunch sounds like too much work
. . . it takes you 3 times to log into your blogger account because you can't remember your password
Ya, I say it is about time for me to go lay down again! I really don't like being sick! Maybe more ice cream pie would make me feel better!
April 25, 2009
One of the great mysteries of life
Not fair, my friend, not fair!
April 23, 2009
Meet the other members of our family
Since the sad passing of Max (our black lab) last year, we have been left with 2 pets: a fish and a hamster.
Meet our fish:
His name is, well, Fish. Or otherwise known as (by Kurt and I) “The Fish that just won’t die”. Now don’t get me wrong - we do enjoy Fish but we never realized just how much work a fish tank would be. When we originally got the fish tank, there were 5 fish. Over the first 6 months, all the other fish passed away except Fish. He is now going on 5 years with our family. Are fish supposed to live that long?
He is actually quite a funny pet. His tank sits on the half wall between our family room and kitchen so while we eat dinner he watches us. You can almost see him drooling! We feed him at night right before we go to bed. If he feels it is getting late and is worried that we might forget to feed him, he starts “dancing” along the side of the tank that we are sitting on. If we are on the couch, we can see his shadow “dance” across us. He is pretty funny and interacts with us a lot more that I thought a fish could.
Meet our hamster:
His name is Hammie-Cookie. We used to have 2 hamsters, Hammie and Cookie, but unfortunately one passed away (it may or may not have been because someone (who shall remain nameless) forgot to feed him - but I do have to say in my defense that there was a stash of food in the cage when I cleaned it out so it isn’t my fault if he forgot where he hid it! P.S. Yes, I do feel really bad about this!) We didn’t know which one passed away so the surviving hamster became Hammie-Cookie (so one of the girls didn't get upset - they each got to name 1 hamster).
This hamster must have at least 9 lives. He has been dropped numerous times from a proportionate height that a human probably wouldn’t survive - and just shook it off, he spent time in Max’s mouth (yes, I said IN Max’s mouth - Max found the cage on the laundry room floor (the hamster was moved there so he wouldn’t get too hot on the dryer) and Max decided to play with Hammie-Cookie. Max played very gently - only goo-ed him all up. We washed him up, dried him off and put him back in his cage; up on the counter) and there is a 50 percent chance that this is the hamster that spent a day or 2 under the refrigerator. This hamster definitely has a guardian angel; and we keep it really busy!
He is pretty funny too. He comes over to the edge of the cage to peek out and see what is going on. He also has a ball that we put him in and he runs around the house. He has actually gotten really good and can run full steam ahead, fly around a corner and stop mid-stride all without running into anything. Pretty impressive for a little hamster!
P.S. do you know how hard it is to get a picture of a fish and a hamster? They are not very cooperative! And yes, Kurt thinks I have officially lost it!
April 21, 2009
And the birthday girl is . .
Me!!!!!
It’s my birthday! I LOVE my birthday. Birthdays are so magical - you get to use magical phrases on your birthday that don’t work any other day of the year. Phrases like:
"No fighting, it’s my birthday"
"No whining, it’s my birthday"
"No fussing, it’s my birthday"
And my personal favorite: "Ya, know, it IS my birthday". This one gets me out of dishes, laundry, getting up when “I’m done” is heard from the bathroom, cooking, cleaning refereeing fights and many other things. Plus it allows me to blog whenever I want and how ever much I want because “ya, know, it is my birthday”.
I have had a great day so far:
I got up and finally ran on my treadmill. I have wanted a treadmill from my parents that they just don’t use anymore but Kurt didn’t want because he didn’t think that I would really use it. So I have been bugging him and bugging him for months now and finally on Saturday he picked it up for me because, ya know, it is my birthday =) So today I finally had time to run on it. I had to cut my time short on it because I didn’t want to die on my birthday, not this year at least, and I wanted to give my heart a chance to climb back into my chest. It became quite apparent to me how out of shape I truly am. But in my defense, the treadmill is set to the highest elevation level so basically I was plowing up hill the whole time (I have got to figure out how to change that before tomorrow!)
Kurt got me my favorite breakfast - fresh strawberries, delicious raspberries, plump, juicy blackberries and, of course, chocolate donut holes (my all time weakness). I packed on all the calories that I had just burned off while running. But wait, calories don’t count on your birthday, right?
I went to work for a little bit and April had a wonderful surprise for me on my desk - a beautiful ivy plant with very pretty ribbons on it. So cute!
A friend stopped by the office to give me some tulips.
Went to lunch with Kurt, April and Evan.
Hailey sang me a wonderful birthday song - she is our song maker-upper - absolutely adorable!
And now, April is going to watch the kids for us so Kurt can take me out tonight! (Have I mentioned how much we LOVE having April and Rick so close?)
It has been a GREAT DAY! I just love my birthday. It is just a truly magical day. I wish it could last forever! Maybe I can get as good as Kurt and work up to "ya know, it is my birth month".