Nutcase 101

Most people hack into computers, today, I spent it hacking up a lung.

But, I actually started to feel a bit better later in the day but still had those pesty aches and pains running up and down my body. Yeah, I don’t remember making my nervous system open for the signal Indy 500 but I’m not always informed of the comings and goings of what the germs and viruses are doing to me.

Thankfully, after giving a list of my symptoms to the family health professional, my sister, I was informed that as long as I’m not running a fever I didn’t need to be worried about the H1N1 virus. Which, honestly, was the first thing that came to my overactive, hand-sanitizing, virus-killing-tissue loving mind. If you saw my desk before this illness set in, you’d wonder what I would do if I got sick.

Well, now that I am, I’m pumping saline through my nostrils to rinse out bugger germs, jugging emergen-C to fight the internal battle and attacking with DayQuil/NyQuil with real ephiniderine and Zyrtec. Yeah, I’ll do what I can to get back to normal, germ paranoid Jen.

Lots of sanitary lotion!

I’m sick and I”m going to lay down. My head is spinning and my eyes are tired and dizzy.

My body aches and my head is heavy. I think I’ll lay it down.

Of NabloPoMo for 2009.

What does that funky combination of letters mean? NAtional BLog POsting MOnth. What does that mean for you my lovelies? A new blog post everyday for a month where the posts become more simplistic and fewer words as the month progresses. What does it mean for me? Stress. Okay, not really.

I’ve been participating in NabloPoMo for the last two years and I figured why buck a trend? And, in the end, I do enjoy it.

Now, my other November declaration is to determine a theme or topic for the month. And guess what? I’m NOT DOING A THEME. Each of the last two years it’s been a big huge flop. So, you and I will both see where this month of posting leads to. And if I can still write a simple sentence.

(Jocelyn and anyone with fashion taste, I recommend you leave now. Or feel free to mock me in the comments.)

Here in Texas there is this big ball in the sky that appears in the morning and goes away at night. It’s bright and you can’t look right at it or you’ll cause your eyeballs to revolt out of your head.

You may have heard about it, it’s called THE SUN!

I know, after thirty years on this planet, I’ve just discovered this great big ball of gas. And it’s all the sun’s fault that I did what I had to do. See, that sun thing causes heat. A FUCKING AMOUNT OF HEAT. And I am delicate. A precious flower of modern livingness and I can’t get hot because I start to sweat and get icky without my permission. Now, if I sweat due to working out, that’s fine. It’s sweat with a purpose.

Sweating against my will due it simply being daytime and FUCKING HOT (that’s the only true way to describe the heat here), me no likey. Yes, I’m a big whiny baby.

Anyway.

So, I’m driven to being indoors where I can layer up the clothes if the air conditioning is too cold. Only there is a problem. At one of my work locations, our home, the A/C regulates everything beautifully. Except for one spot.

My desk.

Unfortunately, the AC vent, which refuses to relocate itself, blows directly on me. Now because I can’t move my PC and all the plugs, wires and the leasing office won’t let me knock down a wall, there isn’t another place I can move my electronic mecca. Now, when the air is not running, I’m great. Fine. Hunky Dory.

But, when it blows…oh baby, you’d think that Old Man Winter moved in and decided that I needed to be the Queen of his icicle world. So, I bought it.

I’ve tried throws, that get thrown off but my upper body remains behind to suffer. I’ve even put my robe on backwards but the arm holes aren’t the right way. It’s the irony people. I get away from the heat for the cold and then the A/C freeze out occurs. I can’t win.

Now, if you need me. I’ll be the person looking like I’m about to join a cult and drink some kool aid. But I’ll be warm (but not FUCKING HOT!).

Is delivering cookies to Paul!

Yup, I gave up a NaBloPoMo prize and Paul over at P&C won!!

And you’re all, what did he get? What did he get???

MONSTER COOKIES!!

And Paul will be getting a package on Friday. I wrapped them up and put them in a festive Gladware bowl. It was supposed to be a tin but the tin idea didn’t work out. Not air tight worthy nor did I think it would make it across the country with the cookies contained.

Congrats to Paul!! Enjoy!

Crocheting machine that is. I can’t help it, once I get started on a project, I get consumed and can’t stop working on it until it’s done. And when I have the project completed, I think about the next piece. What it will look like. The color. Texture. Who is it going to be using it.

Also, it takes my mind from thinking about FOOD all the damn time. Instead of mooning over a slice of pie in the fridge, I’m concentrating on removing a DAMN KNOT THAT FUCKING ENDED UP IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PIECE. Then I have to undo half-an-hours worth of work to get the knot out and KICK SOME CROCHETING ass to get myself back to where I was.

Then at the end of it, I have something to make someone happy. Or warm. Hopefully, both.

The last two days of the NaBloPoMo seem like the hardest.

I’ve been crocheting, eating, talking, driving and repeat for the last few days. And, this sequence will go on until Tuesday, when I take my parents back to the airport.

I don’t mind because I get to see my parents. But, then I’ll get to see them again in December.

And, they need me right now.

Posts until the end of NaBloPoMo. And, I wish I had more time to write but entertaining the parents is a bit of a full time job. On top of the job that I have where I work more hours than are available in a week.

So, I’ll do the next best thing…leave you with a picture.

more animals

1. B, 2. Dad, 3. My Mom!, 4. Niece 1, 5. Brother In Law and Niece, 6. Nephew, 7. Neice 2, 8. Don’t You Know I’m Hiding, 9. Sweet Potato Casserole, 10. Sam (1), 11. BIL, B and MIL, 12. Nikon D60 – My Birthday & 6- Month Anniversary Present

Can you stand it??