Good morning bloggers!
Despite everything, it IS a good morning. I woke up. I'm breathing, my kids are alive. The world is spinning, and there will be sunshine for the Panthers to play this afternoon.
I'm not a Panther fan per se, but I DO live in Charlotte and they are the local team and their colors are kinda okay so I guess I'm cheering for them today. Besides, it's been almost 20 years since I rooted for the 49ers to win anything. I only championed them in high school because a boy that I liked then and I was trying to get in good with him. It didn't work.
Personally I think that football is one huge game of overpriced catch but far be it from me to down it for anyone else. If I were to ever find a guy and he wanted to spend Sunday afternoons in front of the tele watching the game, I'd make him snacks and then go about my business. It's a man's thing in my opinion. (Of course this didn't stop me from totally knocking down the other girls when I have to play powderpuff football in high school. No clue what position I played I just know they tossed me the ball and I ran... sorta like Forrest Gump...)
So I'll not say I'm excited for the game because in reality I'm not but it would be awesome if they win. This would spur the city to really make serious improvements to Bank of America Stadium. They've wanted the Super bowl here for years and the Panthers making it to the bowl is just the inspiration they need to get on it. Let me tell you, if it ever happens and I'm still living in a house and the superbowl comes to Charlotte, I am so renting out my house for a week. They say you can make like a grand a night. Yes, I'm an opportunist like that.
So anyway, I'm sitting here drinking coffee and eating rice cakes. They are about the only things I'm putting on my stomach right now. I made Fried chicken wings last night with shortening and they seemed to go down and stay down but then I had a glass of milk and seven cookies. I don't know what happened but oh my damn. I expected the cramps and the well... you know because it always hits when I have milk (Actually not so always since my colon started acting up. It's really a hit or miss thing.) but something said grab the big pot off the shelf, you're gonna need it. So imagine if you will me sitting on the potty while also hugging a big red spaghetti pot. It was not pretty, it's was not awesome, and to make matters worse, it happened three more times during the night. I had no idea a body could throw up that many times. I'm serious. My experience with throwing up has always been one good one and then just dry heaves. I can handle dry heaves. I cannot handle my body finding stuff to throw up at all hours.
As I always do, when I'm not feeling well, I arranged the pillows on my bed to feel like my Mr. Right was there in bed holding me. Nothing sexual, just so that it felt like there was another body there, holding me and making me feel not so alone in all this. I hate being alone when I don't feel well.
Sigh so after this rice cake, I'm going to get dressed for church. My xMIL didn't call yesterday so I don't have to go get her for church. Kinda yay, kinda boo. I like it when she comes to church. I love my nieces. I love how they come careening around the corner screaming "Aunt Dette!" and give me hugs. I love it when my own kids give me running hugs too. I'm going to miss that when they get too old for hugs. I like hugs in general. The ones you get from someone bigger/stronger than you that ask nothing from you but just go on forever. Those are my favorites.
The world needs more hugs.
Okay well, rice cake finished, I'm going to get ready for church. Enjoy your Sunday, bloggers! Stay Frosty!
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