Let me just say this.
It's uber gloomy here in Indiana - and if Glenco doesn't snap out of the funk he's in -
I'm getting a light box for the man.
I feel better now.
It's been an odd week - I feel like I'm just in limbo waiting for 2012.
That's me and Aaron - both of us fit in my jacket from last winter!
The BoyChild has spent the last three days held up on my couch sporting a fever of 103.
I do declare he's slept about 20 hours a day.
I like it that he wants to be here when he's sick.
It makes me feel nurture-y and needed.
Of course - after he started complaining about his neck hurting terribly, I called my sister and had her take him to urgent care.
I thought he might have the meningitis.
I'm an alarmist.
True story - my mother had meningitis as a child - and was in a coma - legend has it that the day they gave up on her and decided to bury her, she awoke.
I remember her telling me how they had her clothes laid out for the funeral.
As kids we always made her show us how she couldn't touch her chin to her chest.
I had to work at Pier One until midnight on Thursday night and sisters let me just tell you how that threw a wrench in my life.
I'm not used to staying up way late in the night like that.
I had to redo the wind chime display.
There's this frog that I keep looking at.
I have no idea why I want this thing - but I do!
I'm only working at 'The Pier' three hours at a time, every other week.
I'm really not sure what the point is - but for now - I'm enjoying it.
Came home to pamper Aaron's feverish head, and tried sleeping in a sitting position on the couch holding his head so he wouldn't be alone if he awoke in the night needing something - but I only lasted until 3am before I needed to be horizontal in my own bed.
We had our first snow this week.
It was indescribably delicious.
I know this is an incredibly lame blog post - but it's been rather a lame week.
See? My life is not all excitement and fluffy chicken butts - it's pretty darned regular.
I'm still mourning the death of Jinksie and nursing a bad tooth.
I go to my favorite dentist Monday - he wanted me on a course of antibiotics before the drilling began.
There will be nitrous, Xanax and blankets on Monday.
I'm taking the camera and plan on taking random photos while under the influence of nitrous.
I've brought in one of my outside cats.
I can't live catless - I can't! I won't!
I'm not sure he's going to 'make it' inside.
He's got a bit of the wanderlust.
He hasn't been crying to get out for the last 24 hours - so there is progress.
I keep calling him Jinksie - and then I feel terrible.
I've been making a mental list of goals for 2012 and they involve things like -
'do a chin up'
'give up eating meat'
'raise and slaughter chickens and turkeys'
'breed and sell exotic chickens'
'plant new gardens'
As you can see - I'm confused.
I'll get it all on paper soon.
I'm REALLY looking forward to 2012.
I'll be in bed way before midnight tonight.
I've never been much of a New Year Eve gal.
I'll end this tortuously dull post with this last question....I'm aching to know what you are doing tonight, and what you are looking forward to the most in 2012?