Football, colds and a bad book

I've read a book I found in the office at work, then discovered it belongs to the PA at work who reads like Bethany. I don't know how she does it, she has 3 girls under 6. I'll be so glad to give it back to her....

Do not waist your time on The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. An Oprah book, so I was hoping it would be good. Depressing story of little black girls in the south in the 1930's not going to school, getting raped by their fathers and having NO money. Want to forget that one. Now on to The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society book by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. Everyone says that is a good one.

Tim is repairing my cedar chest, the top had gotten all funky from too many milk glasses, housekeepers that kept putting Windex on the finish and Nicholas (the dog) had chewed on a corner as a puppy over 14 years ago, so it needed some finish work. Tim has a pot roast in the oven to enjoy between the 1pm and the 4pm football playoff games today! oh joy for pot roast....and football.

Still coughing like I'm trying to rid my body of my lungs. Motrin 800 is my best friend. It is hard to be so quiet. Guess I'll have to start making lists to talk to Tim about! :)

Time for a kickoff! Saints and Cardinals.....hope the Saints win. They have had a hard time with Katrina and all. Me knowing and talking football. Scarry!

Another Cold

I feel like I've just had a cold, but looking back over my blog it was way back in October after a trip out west. Wednesday I came down with laryngitis after caring for my sick husband for a week. I think it was his tonsils, which are kissing in the back of his throat and need to come out, but that is another story.

So, Wed I came home at noon and slept the day away, today I woke up with zero voice, save how Todd sounded as a toddler. No work today and tomorrow I decided was best spent in bed recovering from my ribs feeling like they've been in a vice grip from all the coughing I'm doing.

It is now 20 past midnight as I've slept the day away I am wide awake, but now that I've read all I can about my long lost family in the west. I'll take a steamy shower, get all relaxed and top it off with some Tylenol with codeine to quiet my cough and let me sleep peacefully and not toss and turn all night. But oh the wicked dreams it makes me have.

Sick Sick Sick

I thought I'd skip the "little" cold that was passed around on our 10 day vacation to the Pacific northwest. First Karen was down for the count, she made it home safely, but had wicked laryngitis. Then Mom was down for a day with a cough and runny nose. We 4 got home safe and sound......and then 5 days later. I was wheezing last night. Rummaged through 3 medicine chests to find a very old inhaler. Not much relief but I slept through the night. Dragged myself to work, only to send myself home by 10am! Slept 5 hours and have now showered and feel warm as a bug in a winter nightgown with slippers and hot coco. But am coughing like I have creeping crud, I fear this is just the beginning. Back to bed I go. Seems time for a nap!