We've all been sick. 

My little cold, turned into a big cold, which then turned into a sinus infection. I also sounded a little like Lindsey Lohan. We all sounded like a bunch of smokers with our hacking coughs. 

Friday night, Lily said that we lived in a coughing house instead of a Napping House....that's how bad it was. 

I was hoping Oneil would avoid all the fun, but yesterday he woke-up with a cough and his little voice is all squeaky and raspy.

At least he manages to stay super cute and adorable while being sick.

forcing it down

When I was a young gal, and I happened to get sick with the sickness of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, aching, stuffyhead, fever, my parents would have to chase me around and hogtie me down just to give me that crappy concoction that suspends all those symptoms and allows a nighttime of sleep without waking up. 


I hate liquid Nyquil and any of its generic counterparts. When they came out with liquid gel-caps, all was well in the world of medicine again. The last time I sent my husband out to by drugs from the grocery store, he made the mistake of getting the liquid stuff. By the time he got home with it, I didn't care, I just wanted some relief.


Since Friday evening, I have again been battling the sickness of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, aching, stuffyhead, fever. It's manageable during the day, but when eventide creeps up, so do the symptoms. Saturday, I had no choice but to give into my foe of pharmaceuticals and drink that stuff. Yes, I could have bought the gel-caps, but when the $100 bottle of medicine is sitting in my cupboard, my cheap self is forced to use it up.


Just the thought of taking it makes my stomach turn and I can feel the dry heaves fighting their way out. I have to work myself up, just to throw back the two tablespoons worth of meds. I also have to have at the ready, a chaser to follow it down. Sunday night, it was a glass of water, followed by a few tortilla chips and fun size Snickers bars, followed by another glass of water. All the while, my fingers are tightly clamped on my nostrils to further prevent even the faint taste of it on my tongue. After it's securely in my stomach, I spend the next half hour with the feeling of it involuntarily coming back up. But then the magic of chemistry happens in my body and the drugs do their stuff and I'm able to sleep without the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, aching, stuffyhead, fever...


...so I can rest medicine.




   

peaked my interest

Pinterest.

It's there taunting me with all its pretty pictures of things I could bake, paint, craft, cook, refurbish, eat, laugh at, inspiring quotes, the list goes on and on.

But twice, those inspiring pins have gotten me off my lazy butt and outside on a run.

This was what I thought of on Saturday, when 4:30 in the afternoon rolled around and I was tired, it was too late in the day, I didn't really feel like going on a run:

And yesterday when it was snowing and freezing cold outside, I thought of this guy and how awesome he is:

I love Pinterest.

the plow man cometh

Mr. Smith gets to stay home from work today.

Our kids still had to go. Around here they don't ever shut down school for anything.

But where Mr. Smith works, they're getting freezing rain.

And now I have someone to fold laundry.

batten down the hatches

It's about time Old Man Winter showed up.

hair whisperer

From the time I can remember, my Aunt Denise would always tell me two things anytime I saw her. 1) never, under any circumstance should I get bangs or she'll kill me. And 2) whoever I marry will be in love with my curly hair almost as much as he loves me.

She was right about the second one, and I know she'd make good on the first one, so I've never had bangs.

But this shout out goes to Jake Thompson.

Edward Scissorhands wishes he was as good as this guy.

He is the co-owner of Lunatic Fringe in Sugarhouse, south of Salt Lake and when I was down visiting my sister, I had the profound opportunity to have him cut my hair.

As you can tell by my stupid, little smile, I was pretty excited about gettin' my hair did by him.

He had a lot of hair to work with. The longest layer was only a mere 5 or 6 inches from my waist.

Jake is so good at what he does, took him less than 30 minutes from the first cut of the scissor to make the frizz on my head a thing of beauty again.

We bonded over the fact that we both have been blessed/cursed with naturally curly hair. And how during our formidable years of teenage scrutiny, we had no idea how to tame the wild beast on top of our heads. I actually wore my hair up in a bun from about the middle of 7th grade until I was going into 10th grade. All because two boys in my English class thought it was soooooo funny to throw mini paper airplanes into the bucket of fuzz that was my hair. True story.

He called me "love", the entire time.

"Alright, Love, what would you like to see done?"

"Come back with me, Love, and we'll condition your hair."

I loved that.

If you are within a thousand mile radius of this guy, go to him for all your hair needs.

He's classy, quietly funny, and knows hair like Columbus knew the world was round. And he'll go to the ends of the earth to make sure you're happy with your hair.

so this was christmas

I know Christmas was like, last year already, but I am now going to make you sit there and look at our pictures.

And just so you know, one of my New Year's Resolutions is to not procrastinate.

I'll start working on that tomorrow.

That wasn't that bad. But I did leave out about a hundred other photos.

Spoiler alert:

That's not the real Santa in that picture. It's Aaron.

There's a family where his parent's live, who every year, have someone dress-up like the jolly, old man and deliver the gifts, while they hide off in a corner somewhere, watching.

This year they benevolently chose Aaron to fill the black boots.

We, of course took full advantage of him being dressed up like Old St. Nick around 11p.m. on Christmas Eve; which included him running down the sidewalk of a busy street at a full sprint, for about a quarter mile. I don't think I could have laughed any harder. We are now wanting to invest in our own Santa suit to continue with some sort of tradition.