We are all finally well. Morgan and I still have a bit of a cough, but we are so much better.
The only problem I am having now is dealing with the soot and ash from the fire. If I get the floor clean, within a few hours it is dirty again.
So....I am having to just accept that we will be dirty until we have a big rain. I am quite obsessed with cleanliness, so I am being stretched by this challenge.
Especially during the holiday season, it is easy to find a way to put it all in perspective, so I should manage to deal with the dirt!
Thanksgiving was noisy and fun, and I got to see Daniel crawl for the first time.
With how big our family has gotten, there was not too much turkey leftover, so now I am itching to cook a big turkey. I just need to talk Tim into helping me "prepare" the turkey for cooking, cause I am not up for that. Yuck.
Oh, Tim is talking in his sleep...gotta go listen...:)
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My doctor put me on prednisone to try to get me through this breathing crisis. Among the myriad of side effects, is...how can I say...emotional volatility.
Perfect for a big family Thanksgiving!
I, of course, will warn everyone to be very nice to me.
My plan is to spend the entire holiday laying on the floor playing with my nephew, Daniel.
I will also be watching a minimum of three football games with my son, Morgan.
Haley, Annie and I will be attempting to continue with my late Grannie's tradition of making peaches and pears filled with cream cheese and a cherry on the top. The only thing we cannot duplicate is the leaky dish she used to bring it in and the inevitably soggy Reader's Digest that my Grandpa would hand me.
I have been tempted to buy a Reader's Digest and pour the cherry juice on just to make it like old times, but I don't know if that would offend my dad.
They also used to give me a quarter with the admonishment not to "spend it all in one place."
Oh dear, I think the emotional volatility is kicking in. I feel like I am gonna cry thinking about them.
Anyway, I better go be emotional offline...hope you have a beautiful Thanksgiving...:)
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Perfect for a big family Thanksgiving!
I, of course, will warn everyone to be very nice to me.
My plan is to spend the entire holiday laying on the floor playing with my nephew, Daniel.
I will also be watching a minimum of three football games with my son, Morgan.
Haley, Annie and I will be attempting to continue with my late Grannie's tradition of making peaches and pears filled with cream cheese and a cherry on the top. The only thing we cannot duplicate is the leaky dish she used to bring it in and the inevitably soggy Reader's Digest that my Grandpa would hand me.
I have been tempted to buy a Reader's Digest and pour the cherry juice on just to make it like old times, but I don't know if that would offend my dad.
They also used to give me a quarter with the admonishment not to "spend it all in one place."
Oh dear, I think the emotional volatility is kicking in. I feel like I am gonna cry thinking about them.
Anyway, I better go be emotional offline...hope you have a beautiful Thanksgiving...:)
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Grateful Days: Weak, But Grateful
Grateful for cough medicine with codeine...
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Grateful Days: Lost Track of the Day
Even though we are all sick now, I am grateful for the family time we have been able to spend together.
One of our favorite family pastimes is watching Walker, Texas Ranger reruns on cable.
Haley and I caught the Hannah Montana marathon on the Disney Channel.
Annie and I sewed dollhouse quilts and made felt creations.
Morgan and I watched football, football, football and when that was over, more football.
Did you know you can watch football 24 hours a day on the NFL Channel? How about that Tony Romo? I feel I know him better than some of my friends.
Tim and I seemed to have replaced our daily walks with daily gluttony fests. We have had pie, cake, cookies, ice cream and more. It is feed a fever, right? Right? Ooh...I forgot to finish off the potatoes au gratin.
I will have a delicious breakfast if Tim doesn't get to them first!
So when the coughs and fevers are gone, we will need to put in double time walking the dogs.
Daisy, the food-lovin' beagle, is looking a little chubby as well, so she will benefit from an increase in exercise.
The kids are getting skinny, though. I have to push them to eat ice cream. Poor little things.
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One of our favorite family pastimes is watching Walker, Texas Ranger reruns on cable.
Haley and I caught the Hannah Montana marathon on the Disney Channel.
Annie and I sewed dollhouse quilts and made felt creations.
Morgan and I watched football, football, football and when that was over, more football.
Did you know you can watch football 24 hours a day on the NFL Channel? How about that Tony Romo? I feel I know him better than some of my friends.
Tim and I seemed to have replaced our daily walks with daily gluttony fests. We have had pie, cake, cookies, ice cream and more. It is feed a fever, right? Right? Ooh...I forgot to finish off the potatoes au gratin.
I will have a delicious breakfast if Tim doesn't get to them first!
So when the coughs and fevers are gone, we will need to put in double time walking the dogs.
Daisy, the food-lovin' beagle, is looking a little chubby as well, so she will benefit from an increase in exercise.
The kids are getting skinny, though. I have to push them to eat ice cream. Poor little things.
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Grateful Days: The Day of Days
What a day...
One husband recovering from surgery.
Two kids sick with the flu.
Four loads of laundry.
Two meals to cook.
Two trips to the grocery store.
Two hyper dogs to clean up after.
One house to vacuum.
Two loads of dishes to run.
One clogged toilet.
One broken garage door.
And yet...
One happy, grateful heart.
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One husband recovering from surgery.
Two kids sick with the flu.
Four loads of laundry.
Two meals to cook.
Two trips to the grocery store.
Two hyper dogs to clean up after.
One house to vacuum.
Two loads of dishes to run.
One clogged toilet.
One broken garage door.
And yet...
One happy, grateful heart.
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Grateful Days: Day 3
I am grateful Tim's surgery went well. He is happily snoozing upstairs.
They said his pacemaker hadn't been firing properly for three months, and now he says he already feels better. I had noticed him complaining of being tired and all, but I had no idea it was from his heart. I usually worry about that, but I was off my game.
Anyway, I am so happy that it is over, and that he is doing good. After I wrote the post about not being worried, he left for the hospital and I cried and cried. I guess I had late-onset worry and fear.
But all is well, and once again, I am off to bed. Good night! :)
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They said his pacemaker hadn't been firing properly for three months, and now he says he already feels better. I had noticed him complaining of being tired and all, but I had no idea it was from his heart. I usually worry about that, but I was off my game.
Anyway, I am so happy that it is over, and that he is doing good. After I wrote the post about not being worried, he left for the hospital and I cried and cried. I guess I had late-onset worry and fear.
But all is well, and once again, I am off to bed. Good night! :)
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