Monday, February 18, 2008

I Feel Like Poo

Not that I know what poo feels like.

But I'm sick. My throat is swollen and sore and I have a killer headache. I suspect the headache is more from the lack of coffee (I ran out of my primo beans) than from being ill, but it's hard to tell. I also have body aches but I don't know if they're from working out so hard Friday or from being sick. Too many variables.

Everybody has today off. The lab is closed and the kids' schools are closed. I guess I'm the only one who doesn't officially have the day off. But I do, though, because I'm sick. Steve has already made pancakes for the girls and biscuits for everybody. I've just been sitting on the couch trying not to swallow.

Today I'm supposed to go to Santa Fe for my haircut. I'm seeing Rose, not Edward. The salon is in a shopping center that has a World Market store, so when I'm done with the hair cut I'm going to drag my sick rear end over there and see if they have Indian food. And coffee beans. Steve has told the kids that if they are nice today he will take them to a park. It's a pretty day, so I hope they hold up their end of the bargain. It will make me feel less guilty about going to Santa Fe if I know the 4 other Nolens are enjoying themselves here.

I've finished my 2nd assignment for my writing course. I need to proofread it today and print out a couple of copies to send in. Fiction scares me. Writing scares me. I'm having second thoughts about being a writer because it's so much work! But I'm going to power through this class and see how I feel when I come out on the other side.

Signing off now. I need a cuppa tea. Mom and Dad bought us some buckwheat honey because they read that it helps with coughs and sore throats. I had 2 cups of tea yesterday sweetened with it and it helped. Either that or the Tylenol I took when I had the tea. But either way I felt better.

Before I forget, Julie is sprinkling her conversations with more Spanish words. She now uses Spanish words to say thank you, help me, push, and you're welcome. She also has started saying bonjour. I'm thinking her intellictual gifting may lie with languages. What do you think?

1 comment:

Laura said...

I love the thought that Julie and I can converse in Spanish the next time I see her! How wonderful that she's using other languages to communicate what she wants. I know that for me, learning Spanish was HARD. I was not showing giftedness at Julie's age, though my mom might disagree. Walt and John, on the other hand, I'm sure are "communicating" to me in Spanish, French, Italian and Dutch when they cry. I'm sure they're quite multi-lingual. Nothing like the pride of a new mom, right?