Day after day after day I get on, I read all of your blogs, sometimes I stalk other random blogs, I dabble about on facebook and check e-mails and yet, I write NOTHING. I WANT to write something, I really do. But there is nothing there. My brain is on strike. Yep, STEE-RIKE!! I got nothin.
Well, I have Maggie on a heavy antibiotic and then delightfully starting a cough to end all coughs. The kind that keeps her, us and our neighboring county awake all FREAKING night long. Hot mess. Add to that a random and charming 101 fever yesterday. Max with his own barky cough, fevers on and off and the good times keep on a rollin. Thankfully, no fevers today...just super awesome coughing.
Oh, and good news, I totally got a stye in my right eye. That is about 1000 shades of AWESOME. BUT my zits are clearing up, so at least there is that. I got a FAT blister on my left heel after working out, which made working out the next couple days NOT happen. My throat is scratchy and maybe I'm coughing a little too. Whatever! Jeres financial aide STILL has not been dispersed to us, so I'm fuh-reaking out, in a totally reserved, hold it all in sort of way. Seriously, I know I shouldn't be crying cause I've got LOTS of other blessings, but WTF? I might need you to call me JOB pretty soon. I kid, I kid. Just call me JO. And let's hope I NEVER earn that last B.
Thursday I brought my sweet little Jayce nephew home from school with Brooklyn and had him stay the night. He was the most delightful addition to our world for 24 hours. The girls were so pleased with new blood that the playing was civil, happy and completely outside for hours. HEAVEN! And there may have been some couples dancing in the bedroom. Maggie ASKED Jayce to dance with her to their Christmas program music. I don't know where she learned this, but she put her arm up on his shoulder and the other around his waist and swayed like a pro. It ranked right up there with THE CUTEST MOMENT EVER! Followed closely by the moment that Brooklyn threw hot, HOT daggers with her eyes at them and stomped out of the room bawling because SHE wanted a turn to dance. Man, you just can't script stuff like that. Oh, and I had him spend the night because the rest of his family was just performing for the U.N. Delegates. Yeah, my family is all bad A like that.
Speaking of....today my four ridiculously talented nephews came and sang in my ward. They are just amazing, and their ability to bring the spirit is phenom. And not only did they sing, but I totes hooked one of my cute 16 yr. old twin nephews up with a super cute girl in my ward for our big PJ Bunko party.
Anyway....here is what else I've done whilst in blogging coma.
Watched a lot of TV:
Oh you guys. If you didn't watch this, then I insist that you watch it this Monday. It is laugh out loud, maybe shed a tear, FUNNY! No really, I INSIST!
You silly chefs, why do I lurve to watch you create freakish cuisine so SO much?
No words. NO WORDS!
This just might be the most brilliant piece of television ever created. We spent one evening over at Danas watching part of season One. "Moon Landing" had us crying it was so funny. In fact, Jere just told me, he "moon landed" the shower door the other day. And this last weeks episode with the kids walking in on the parentals....CLASSIC!
So, thanks for the laughs and entertainment TV. Thanks for that.
I'd also like to report...Max has added the ever so beloved "stupid" word to his vocab. It just popped out today in the car. "My shoe is STOOpid." UGH! Maggie properly put him in his place, that that was a potty word. And then promptly said "My cough is STUPID." And told me it was OK for her to say it, because well, her cough WAS stupid! I seriously don't have a chance.
Max is also totally schizophrenic, because he likes to talk like this:
"Mommy...I WUV you. I hate you Mommy. I don't hate you Mommy, I WUV you. Mommy, I wike you. I don't hate you."
No really, it happens just like that. Or like this:
"I hate bawoons, I don't hate bawoons. I yike bawoons."
What? My head is spinning all the time. What is it KID? Make up your bleepity bleep mind.
There is ONE thing of which he's completely sure.
I HATE binegar Mommy. Hate binegar.
Phew, glad we're clear on THAT!
Anyway, also finished...Jeres run of Midsummer Nights Dream. It was hilar, and a great experience for him. Now he's on to teching a show, then rehearsals begin for his show at ASU, AND he's in rehearsals for Spelling Bee which he's directing. So, my point is...we're not gonna be seeing much of the ol' Daddio around here. Le Sigh.
There it is.
Barky coughs and medicine troughs,