Tuesday, November 22, 2011

count the stars.


You know what sucks?  Being sick the weekend before you host Thanksgiving at your house.  You know what else sucks?  Grocery shopping  in crowded stores, fighting to get to the cream cheese while you feel like you might faint at any time.  Yes, it's true, I do like to exaggerate BUT-  this is no exaggeration.  I thought I picked up some really horrible virus from the germy surfaces of Jack's school but no.  Went to the doc this morning and it turns out the fevers, severe back pain, rib pain, and overall feeling of death is because I have a kidney infection.  A what?!  I've never had one before but did you know they give you pain pills for that sort of thing?  Dude.  I totally understand why.  I feel like I was hit by a bus.  I even cried a few times, you guys.  I didn't even cry when I was in labor for 12 hours.  

What a crybaby.  This is too much information but who cares.

And in addition to going grocery and household item shopping, I would love to say it feels good to come home, clean the house, do laundry, clean the litter box, take out the trash, clean out the fridge, do the dishes, make all the beds, put up the toys, pick Jack up from school, keep Jack entertained and happy, and cook dinner-  but it doesn't.  It's miserable and I just want to go home to my mommy and let her take care of me.  Husbands are not good at this sort of thing.  It's just not on their husband resume.  Don't tell me yours is good at nursing you because then I'll just be pissed.  




I think I already posted pics of this outfit?  I can't remember.  I'm losing it.






These are a little old but I forgot about this outfit and I like it.  Must wear again.  
I think I just like the fur thing though.






I almost went out to watch the OU game at a bar on Saturday night at the request of Husband but I just couldn't pull it together enough to walk out the door.  As my sickness worsened, OU worsened as well.  I tried to sleep instead of watching OU but my back pain and fever kept my eyes glued to the TV.  



Almost 2 weeks ago, I had my first shellac manicure.  If you live in a cave and don't know what that is, it's a gel manicure that dries instantly (under a special magician lamp) and it lasts for at least 14 days.  (The pic above is before the shellac.)  Before going with the shellac, I was a little scared I wouldn't like it purely because of the commitment problem between nail polish colors and I.  I like to change it up every couple of days.  I know that sounds like a big hassle but I actually enjoy doing my nails and it's one of the little things I do with my free time.  (free time meaning around midnight on a weekday, once Husband and Jack are asleep.)  

I wish I had taken a pic when my shellac was fresh and gorgeous.  Of course Ashely from Salon Zen did my nails.  As soon as I walked in I knew I wanted something bright and cheery.  If I'm paying a little extra for this miracle manicure, I might as well get something with some POW to it.  Shiny, glossy, bright red!  I love it.  And it still looks good!  I played a lot of guitar the weekend I got it so it's Oh Johnny! Girl approved!  Ashley can mix special colors or do fun 2 tone stuff like french shellac manicures for you.    I know exactly what color I want to do next.  Of course you'll have to wait and see!  

Like you totally care and stuff.





Today Jack picked out the cutest panda bear hat and gloves at Target.  I'll take pics of the cuteness tomorrow.  He's just looks so happy when he puts them on.  It makes me feel SO HAPPY.  Totally forgot about my back pain for a second.  That's what kids do.  They are hard to handle but they make you so freaking happy.

Watching Husband try and put duck decoys together is pretty entertaining as well.  
He's, like, wrestling them on the living room floor.


That's it for my rambling today.  Lots to do tomorrow!  Mom and Grams are coming over for Thanksgiving lunch on Thursday and I can't wait.  




♥ jp

p.s.  Husband just called one of the fake ducks "bitch."  Too funny.  Time to read the directions, Babe.


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