So, we had the AAA Electric Christmas party last night, without incident, and it went smoothly. Unlike the year that we were watched by owls. Does anyone remember that?

I do.

Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.

Not really.

And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."

I was too weak to go over there and kick him.

So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.

Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.

Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.

Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.
persephone33: (Naptime for Arthur)
( Jan. 30th, 2011 05:28 pm)
On Thursday, I brazenly bragged to my husband that while he and the boys have been sick three or four times this winter, I had escaped both strep AND the flu.

You know, that's what I get for saying it out loud.

I'll be making an appointment with my favorite GP tomorrow morning. My money says that he won't have an opening.

*huddles under the covers and is achy*
I've been feeling icky today. It's my own fault, as I've not been taking my medicine regularly since last week (never fear, I got the script refilled yesterday, so all will be well in a few days). Anyway, we didn't go anywhere today because of me feeling like death on a cracker.

The boys and I were on the front porch, watching a storm roll in through the sunset (a pretty impressive piece of God's handiwork, for sure) and Ethan leans into me.

Ethan. Do you still feel yucky?

Me. Yeah. Thanks for asking.

Ethan. Really yucky? Are you any better?

Me. No, I still feel bad.

Aaron. Like bologna on a tortilla.

(Ethan and I just look at him)

Ethan. Yeah, that is pretty bad.

Not that either of them are forced to eat bologna at our house. I think that stuff is foul.

Anyway. I've written quite a bit on a multichapter fic, Up to chapter three! It's a Ron/Pansy, and an idea I've not seen explored in that particular slice of fandom. So yay for being creative and stuff. Beta still needed for that one, but it's a bit more work than a drabble. And I'm going to make blueberry peach jam in the morning if I feel better. Honestly, blueberry peach jam might make me feel better. Yep. It's a plan, for sure.
We're back from the whirlwind trip to Denver/the mountains.

Home sweet home.

Their kids were sick before we got there, BIL got sick Saturday night, and I was up 'til 5:30 last night with poor Ethan. I've never seen him so sick, and I had nothing for him. The middle of the night in a strange town? It was a stupid, helpless feeling. And there was nothing I could do but hold his little head and pat him. He's marginally better today. He drank some Sprite, had some bread and part of an apple. Poor kid.

But. We're home. And summer has officially started. I'm not even waiting on the summer solstice. It's dragging it's feet, anyway. It's warm, the kiddos are out of school, the pool is beckoning, and I'm determined to make the most of it all.

Got some new recipes from the SIL. (We drank some great wine, too.) Will post about them because they are supper yummy. And summery. But not today. Because I don't plan to move too much more, today.

Ah, and one more thing, The Contest For May ends tonight (or before I get up in the morning - I don't anticipate that being super early, either). All you lovelies that wanted prompts, tonight is the night! Go here to post or request a prompt, if you're that girl (or boy? I have 2 on the f-list) who enjoys the pressure of a impending deadline. :D

Ready to write. And sleep. And cook. And sew. And lay (in the shade) by the pool.

Bring it on, summertime. I'm ready.

persephone33: (writer coffee)
( Feb. 19th, 2010 02:26 pm)

I'm grateful. Want to know why?

'Kay. I'll tell you. I'm grateful that 99% of the time I don't feel as if my head is filled with concrete. That other one percent is happening today,and I'm just... Urg. It's a head cold, it's just a old cold. But triple bleh.

In other news, I started writing my [ profile] dgficexchange prompt. In longhand.

The tenses are screwing me up. The point of view is giving me a headache something fierce. But the character wants to tell the story. *sigh* Against my better judgment, I'm going to let them. But the character does not want to divulge all the information that I think necessary. It's like we're at a Mexican standoff, with the character's heels dug in and my arms crossed firmly over my chest and we're glaring at one another.

So there's that.

No, I'm not crazy. Hush it, you.

Then I did something impulsive and wrote my first (published) B/B ficlet in response to this:

Go have fun there. They all seem like nice, supportive peoples.

And lastly, A poll to name Aiden's replacement.

[Poll #1527661]
persephone33: (you have been found wanting)
( Jan. 28th, 2010 05:32 pm)
I just took some unpleasant meds that are sure to knock me out, so this post is kind of like being on a countdown... like I've got to get it typed before I zonk.

It's a snow day, today. We got about 8 inches and the boys are home. Ethan would've have been anyway, because he has strep. You just whisper the word strep around that kid and he gets it. Anyway, it's still snowing. And the wind is blowing, surprise, surprise. That means drifts as tall as me.  Not that that is all that impressive...


I just wanted to remind everyone that THIS CONTEST is open until the end of January. Drabble me! Give me something to read while I'm snowed in.

And... the drugs are kicking in.  Not focusing anymore.  Pray that this headache get's it's ass kicked.  :)

See y'all on the flip side.
Well... To put it succinctly, I think it sucks.

I don't think there's a need to go into more detail than that.

I went to one of our favorite restaurants for New Years Eve, Johnny Carino's, and ordered something new.

I never, ever, ever order out of my comfort zone. Ever, ever, ever. I have one or two things I eat at every restaurant we go to, and I ALWAYS order that. Boring? Maybe. But I'm not disappointed that way. I also never eat all of what I order, either; in this case, I ate about half the dish, so I took it home had it again for dinner last night. I eat leftovers all the time and I never have issues. I mean, restaurants give you obscene- thereisnowhatIcanfinisheverythinghere- amounts of food. It's wasteful not to take it with you, right? Being a longtime member in good standing with the Clean Plate Club (Where a lot of my food issues stem from, I think), I always feel like I need to take it with me.

I don't really have that compulsion, anymore.

Being awakened out of a dead sleep with a wicked case of food poisoning will do that to you. On the up side, I got to know the floor in my bathroom a little better (a really lovely, earthy stone, very forgiving), got reacquainted with what 3:00 in the morning looks like, (I don't recommend it), I slept 'til nearly noon. So I'm easing into 2010. Slowly. Cautiously.

Long story short, Shrimp Scampi will be added to the list of Things I Will Never, Ever, Ever, Ever Eat Again, along with Soft Batch Chocolate Chip Cookies, Cheetos, Won Ton Soup, and the Subway Cold Cut Combo. One has to be firm about these things. Besides, while I was associating with the bathroom floor, we had a little chat about it. He thinks it's a good idea, too.

And quite frankly, I respect his judgment.
persephone33: (Seriously?)
( Nov. 29th, 2009 05:17 pm)
I have had, as Nolan would say, a little hitch in my giddyup.

I woke up this morning to a rockin' headache, and after Nolan found me asleep in my office chair, he made me take a nap. I ended up sleeping for four and a half hours. Four and a half non-writing hours. *cough*

There is also snow here. It snowed about six inches this morning, early. The boys made a snowman, and some little ass already knocked it down. Some people, man.

That's all. I'm hunkering down and pounding out the last six and a half thousand words.

See ya on the flip side.
persephone33: (Booth/Collier)
( Nov. 8th, 2009 05:43 pm)
I've been out of bed a total of 30 minutes today. I refuse to believe it was the 2 glasses of red wine I had with dinner yesterday (even though I'm pretty sure it was). Oh, red wine, why do you hate me when I adore you so?

Better today than tomorrow, when Nolan and I leave for New York!

Now I have to pack. BLERGH.

Words written today: 0
persephone33: (Dorothy writes)
( Sep. 5th, 2009 09:38 pm)
So I used to have terrible, awful no good headaches. Migraines. Since the age of eight, I remember being nauseous and getting tunnel vision - thinking I was going to die. Back then there was no "Migraine Medicine," the only stuff they gave me knocked me completely out. Once I was in high school, Imitrex came out, and let me tell you, I praised God. It allowed me to function and drive and everything even while having a headache.

About four years ago, God saw fit to take the burden of headaches away from me, and again, I was thankful. I haven't had a true migraine, not like I used to, since May of 2005. A blessing, for sure. This morning, however, I woke up with a killer headache. I wouldn't characterize it as a migraine, but it was still bad, and I was still sick, and slept it off, sort of.

I had a achy head all day long. I tried all the usual tricks, to no avail. Even now as i sit and type this I have a headache - or just the sore place where the headache used to be. Does that make any sense at all?

In non-complaining news, my sons were baptized tonight in church. Nolan got to do it, and it was a very sweet time. My husband Nolan, the bigger than life, boisterous, man's man choked up a little bit in the baptistry as he was talking about them before they were immersed. Several people came up to me afterward and said how moving it was. It was a good night, for sure, headache or not.
Here's an exchange that Nolan and I had this morning via email. And this is a pretty good example of our relationship, too.

Not for the faint of stomach. Enjoy. )

We totally deserve each other.
I've been sick. I'm taking meds. I'm whiny.


Me. (Blows nose) My nose is driving me crazy! My right nostril is running. I've blown my nose fourteen thousand times today.

Nolan. (Strokes my cheek and smiles softly at me) You've never been sexier than you are right now.

Me. Shut up. I don't really care about being sexy at the moment.

Nolan. Carrie, that is blatantly obvious.


Nolan, my sweet, sweet husband. Mercy ain't his thang.

(He's actually been very sweet this weekend. I apologize to him and to all of you, f-list for oversharing.TMI, Carrie Leigh, TMI.)

And now I'm off to sleep til the snot goes away. You can WILL that to happen, can't you?
persephone33: (C is for Carrie)
( Feb. 5th, 2009 10:29 pm)
One:  I got shiny new icons.  I lurrrrrve them.  You may view the shiny here.

Two:  This is hysterical.

Make your own Here.

Three:  I want to write tomorrow, if I haven't coughed up a lung.  So about 10 a.m. my time, I'll be looking for the usual suspects.  :D

persephone33: (Bears Beets BSG)
( Feb. 5th, 2009 02:21 pm)
I have haiku prizes but no addresses for [ profile] numbaby , [ profile] jessicakmalfoy , and [ profile] peacefulwmn9 .  If you ladies want to claim your prize, just drop a line to  Trust me, I'm not a stalker.  I don't have the inclination, energy or follow through required for that level of weirdness.  :D

Overheard at rehearsal:

15 year-old girl actress.  So I was telling my friends about this show and when they asked what it was about, I said there was a kid who swears a lot and a boy who looks at girlie magazines.

13 year-old boy actor.    Cussing and porn.  Sounds like my kind of show.


When did kids get so worldly wise?  The guy playing the father and I just went O.O.

Also, I was informed randomly by one of the boys that plays one of the sons in the show that cockroaches could live without their heads for up to to weeks.  I told him thanks for the information.  For the most part, they're super cute boys.  And by default as the only woman on the set (the actress who plays the nun is only there sporadically,) I have mothered and coddled and tied some shoelaces.  I expect I'll even bake some cookies for them all next week when I'm not coughing my head off.  I have bronchitis.  Woot.  I got an antibiotic, an inhaler, and a shot in my rear end.

After the injection yesterday, I told the nurse 'thank you,' as I was pulling up my jeans.  That gave me pause.  I mean, yes, she performed a service that is bound to help, but she also just shoved a 2 inch needle in my hip.  Weird customs, pleasantries.

persephone33: (miss grumpy pants)
( Dec. 19th, 2008 01:20 pm)
I'll spare you the wailing and gnashing of teeth. )
persephone33: (I talk to myself)
( Jun. 26th, 2008 04:07 pm)
'Cause I swear, I'll take it back.  Makes amends, kiss a frog, whatever it takes, man.

So, is it some kind of Karma thing that when I don't have the kids for a whole day, that my body goes on automatic shutdown?  I haven't been out of bed for more than 20 minutes at a time all day.  I COULD have been shopping or scening or sewing or any number of fun things, but instead am in bed, sick with a lovely headache to boot.

And I look like a strung out rodeo clown, kind of.  Crazy hair, smeared makeup, vacant expression.  Glad these computer screens aren't a window to your houses 'cause it's SCARY over here.

 Would anyone like to tell me why a child's medical emergencies only happen between the hours of 2 a.m. and 4:30 a.m., when all normal people are trying to freaking sleep?  

And why they never go to Nolan's side of the bed?

(Actually, I can answer that.  They could've lost an arm and be bleeding out, and Nolan would say, "You're fine.  Go back to bed.")

So.  The boys are at my bedside in their little boxer-briefs, shivering, and Ethan tells me, "I can't breathe." 

If you don't have children who have had upper respiratory troubles since they were 15 months old, words simply cannot express how much you hate those words.  I immediately go into Super!Mom mode.   Like I hadn't been asleep for the last 5 hours already.  Out comes the nebulizer, the Xopenex, and the pedia care & tylenol.  I sit with him while we do a double treatment, and he goes back to sleep rather easily.  I, on the other hand, did not.  And as a little extra added bonus, I think I've got it, too.

His fever keeps coming back, but the flu and strep tests were negative when I took him to the doctor yesterday morning.  Any advice from you moms on the f-list?  If not, we hunker down and wait it out.

Aaron is an iron man.  The child never gets sick, and he's a little indignant that Ethan's getting to stay home from school again. 

Please let us get better before we have to spend 16 hours in a car.  Pretty please?  With sugar on top?

And a little side of delightful:  [profile] reenie1sent me MUSIC yesterday, and it's freaking AWESOME, you don't even know.  I'm listening to the Best of Led Zepplin (according to her) on the car ride home, looking at Ethan in the rear view mirror to make sure he's alright, thinking that he's going to make a comment about the new music.  Because he notices when I get something new.  He didn't say a word.  I chalk  it up to him being sick.  

Then, I get him home and tuck him beneath a blanket on the couch, and  stick in Bridge to Terabithia, and he says in a small little voice, "Mom?  That CD in the car rocked."

I have to agree.  It totally did.  :D
I feel like death on a cracker.

I have a headache and muscle aches and I'm sore and CRANKY and capslocky.

The family left to go to church and I couldn't get up to go, even though I was supposed to sit at the preschool table (nightmare) and man the Mission 2540 table after.  God understands, but will the people I've let down?  Right now, I feel to crappy to care overmuch.

My voice is scratchy and deeper than normal, which is conducive to neither auditioning (tomorrow) or finishing August's podcast, due (bad words) Tuesday.  Well, the site's down until the 3rd, so maybe I have that long?  No one wants to hear this...  if my Draco voice was deep before, now it's positively masculine.  *headdesk*  Ow.

Short cute kid story.  I went last night to see Antigone.  I took the boys (it was a high school theatre camp show, so I knew it wouldn't be very long or have copious amounts of blood) and about halfway through, Aaron leans over to me and says, "Someone's going to DIE."

Indeed.  And here I thought they wouldn't 'get' or appreciate tragedy.  If you think I've scarred my children for life, fear not.  The encore (while the cast was still in their togas and masks, mind) was a dance choreographed "Fosse style" to Bye Bye Blackbird.  Yes, it was just as funny as it sounds.  I'll now be disapponted with any production of Antigone that doesn't include jazz hands.


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