the good stuff

This past weekend was bliss. I had my girl and Mah Honey with me. We took a lovely drive into apple orchard country, listening to The Zac Brown Band and enjoying excellent company on our way. Bliss.

And now, I've had this song in my head all morning:

You know what else would be Bliss?

Peace

For some time now, I've participated along with my bro Travis and a slew of cool bloggers in Mimi's Blogblast For Peace. It's coming soon, November 5th to be exact... join us? Please? Clickity click on this link, and start your journey for Peace... or just ask and I'll do what I can to help you.

This is why I do it...



The people I love deserve Peace.

November 5, 2009

The Peace Globe Gallery

waiting

My thanks to everyone for their wishes of "hope they figure it out soon so you can get better". I really do appreciate it and normally I would respond to everyone individually but I'm not in that frame of thought at the moment. Some of you sent hugs, some made me laugh, some gave advice and I really am grateful for the support. The blogosphere rocks.

I'm waiting for the results from my labs. Doc said he would call today if something obvious and out of range came through. At some point today. So... I'm going to wait. Like waiting for the cable guy who'll be there between 7AM and 7PM but they don't tell you in what timezone.

Today's the last day of school for Chicklet before Christmas break - yup, it's not holiday break... It's Christmas break (just like when I was a kid). With a Christmas diner at lunch time (that I shall attend to get my mind off my worries and enjoy the kids), and presents, and kids receiving candy canes, and wearing Santa hats, and yummy smells of turkey and smashed potatoes mingled in that lovely wet snowsuit and wet snowboot smell... and chalk.

Oh... and we received three Christmas cards this week!

The ever luscious and sweet Lu sent a bunny themed card and it was first!

Then came Jay - cool dude extraordinaire with lovely wishes and snow in Arkansas?

And Bondbaby, who sent a picture of cutie-patootie Matt (humina humina!) *giggle*. Chicklet opened that one and said "that's my SP cousin".



I shared a video of these guys a few posts back and, well... there's nothing like a few of my favourite things (hi Jeff!) - Marines, Christmas songs, and a horn section to help me forget my worries...

maybe I should explain...

I've been feeling "meh" lately. I went for blood tests this morning. I've been dragging my cute tushie everywhere over the past month or so. I'm starting to think the diagnosis of influenza may have been wrong.

I'm generally a "hyper" kind of person... mind always racing, but not so much lately.

I'm still off work and I frankly don't expect I'll see my office until next year unless the blood tests identify something that a quick course of meds can fix.



I should be worried about the year-end stuff that has to be finalized, but I'm not and that's not like me. I answer emergency calls from work when I'm in cell phone range while I'm on vacation... my work cell has been turned off.

I can't concentrate as my thoughts are strewn every which way, like the wrapping paper on Christmas morn.

I'm tired.

I love my daughter, I have the most wonderful man in my life, but I'm tired.

I enjoy reading (although sometimes I end up reading the same page over again...) - plus I can do this lying down...

I enjoy cooking the foods my mother cooked when I was a child before the holidays (which included a really good "tourtière" or meat pie this weekend)- it's the cleaning up that wipes me out and then I need to lie down.

I enjoy snuggling with Sharkdog (except when she farts - ugh) - also done lying down!

I enjoy watching old movies I haven't seen in ages... like "Anastasia" with Yul Brynner and Ingrid Bergman - the chesterfield is dang comfy to lie down on...

I keep starting my sentences with "I"...

But I'm tired.

I have headaches, body pains... did I mention I'm tired?


I'm looking forward to the time I will get to spend with my daughter in the days leading up to Christmas and the precious few days I will have with the man that holds my heart over New Years. Their hugs make everything better.

So, Dianne, Slyde, Irish Gumbo, Lisa... no need to kick anyone's butt.

Except maybe the asshats that named their kids Adolf Hitler and Aryan Nation... cause they? Are asking for it.

Or maybe the nurse that took my blood and used a surgical tape that seems to go from my armpit to my wrist... man, that's going to sting when I rip it off.

Little moments...