Monday- All Day

I hope today was not an example of what I can expect for the rest of the week.

6:30 am - Upset stomach and bowing to the porcelain god.

11:00 am - Phone rings. "Mom. The car won't start.  I think the battery is dead."

11:45 am - Unsuccessful attempt to jump start the car.

11:55 am - Phone call to male friend: "Help" and then I started to cry.

Noon: Fix a piece of toast to help settle stomach.  Feels like swallowing razor blades.

12:30 ish - Male friend shows up.  More tears.  Jump starts the car.  We take battery to Autozone for a warranty swap.  Finally good news.

2:00 pm: Struggle to download music from iTunes for male friend.

3:00 pm: Finally get music downloaded.

3:10 pm: Check e-mail for work.  Discover I am missing all of my e-mail for the last two weeks.

4:00 pm: Male friend leaves. Spend an hour finding lost e-mail.  Try to drink a coke but throat is too sore from bowing to the porcelain god this morning.

5:30 pm: Struggle to eat chicken and noodles for dinner.  Feels like swallowing razor blades.

6:58 pm: Sitting on couch with redneck footrest (upside down laundry basket) hoping new Monday night shows will make me laugh.



If you can't say anything...

I have been trying to go by the adage of "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all".  In my case I need to change the nice to "positive".  Last week was one of the longest weeks I've had in a long time.  I was emotional, angry, bitchy, and a little put out. The weekend was interrupted one too many times by work and so this week I have been taking it easy.  Just working, reading, and a little crafting. 

Now I am starting to feel a little more like myself.  I colored my hair tonight (from a box).  It looks okay.  Gave me feet a little soak and scrub and am waiting for the fuchsia polish to dry on my toenails. 

This morning I bought tickets to a Spaghetti Dinner to support my nephew's scout troop, donated an afghan for the troop to sell at the dinner, and spent an hour or two catching up with my sister-in-law.  My brother is one lucky man.  Thankfully he realizes it.

I have had a bad case of spring fever or cabin fever whatever you want to call it.  I am almost happy that we may get some rain this weekend.  Then I can stop thinking about what I can't be doing in my postage stamp sized yard right now.

I've tried catching up on blogs that I've missed reading lately but my attention span is a little off right now. I'll get it back. 

Fuchsia polish is ready for another coat now. Have a great rest of the week.

Mayhem

I could no longer  handle the smell of my dog  so I finally caved and gave him a bath.      

Indy in the bath looks nothing like this.

It is mayhem...

My bathroom ends up looking something like this...



And I end up looking like this...

And smelling like wet dog and dog farts.

But Indiana Jones looks like this...

Pretty and clean..if you can get past the bad photography.

I need to find a Dog Wash!