Shoot Me Now....

As the title says, "Shoot me now"..  If you have a compassionate bone in your body, put me out of my misery.  I've been "under the weather" lately - or to put it more bluntly, I have a freaking sinus infection..  I've had it pretty much the entire week and have not done a darn thing but feel sorry for myself.  Nyquil is my friend and Sudafed is my life support.  I made the Hubs buy the Sudafed this time, I wasn't in the mood to play twenty questions, get frisked, and have my drivers license picture on the pharmacy wanted posters.  Remember when I was pre-band, I spent that cool Sunday afternoon making all those home-made soups??  They're officially gone after this week - every single last bag.  I am now resigned to either get off the couch long enough to make a fresh batch or resort to canned...  Shoot me now...

I have managed to read blogs this week, I truly felt like a stalker, lurking and reading but not posting.  I did some commenting too.  I am simply amazed at some of the work-out mojo that's going on out there in blog-land!  You have all been such an inspiration and motivation to me.  For the time being though, there aren't enough tissues in the world to be doing "downward facing dog," so it just ain't happening - if you know what I mean...  And please don't suggest nose tampons, been there, done that - it doesn't work....  Shoot me now...

So tomorrow is "official" weigh in day.  I usually weigh everyday - I know, it's my OCD, I can't help it - but the official date for the spread-sheet is the first of the month.  We'll see what the ole "Health-o-meter" has to say.  Other than my first experience of being stuck last weekend, was that really the last time I've blogged??  Talk about being a slug!  My week has been pretty good food wise, although not as physical as I would have liked.  I did drink a lot of soup though, and indulged in a few ice pops..  We'll just have to see what the scale has to say...  I've grown in the attitude that "it is what it is"..  I'm feeling healthier, my clothes fit better, and I am beginning to do things I haven't been able to do in a long while - it's all good...

I know where this little festival of germs came from - and you guessed it - that beautiful little germ-bag we call our GrandAngel.  We had him over last weekend, runny nose and all.  I love how he comes within centimeters of my face, holds my cheeks in his grimy little hands and says, "Grammy??  Kiss me??"  then proceeds to sneeze and cough right before the glorious kiss..  yep, that's exactly where this germ-fest came from...    In the picture to the right --> he is "kissing" his toe after he accidentally ran over it with his fire truck..  He has learned how to kiss and kisses everything - including the dogs.  No wonder I'm sick.................

Have a terrific Thursday!  The long weekend is almost HERE!

Until Next Time!