I’m really tired of being cooped up. More tired of being on these funky meds. They make my head all swimmy (like I’m right in the middle of a big night of margarita drinking) and my hands are all shaky. Which sucks, cause I was hoping I could get some projects done (painting & jewelry) while being trapped indoors but it’s not working out. I need a steady hand for both. I’m not even able to get too caught up on blog reading as I can only seem to sit at the computer for 10-15 minutes at a time before my head starts throbbing. UGH. On to other things…
I have been enjoying the new show Miss Guided. Love Judy Greer. I’ve also been wearing Netflix out. I finished Season 1 of The Tudors & saw Enchanted. I watched the first disc of Season 1 of Dexter but just couldn’t get into it. I know I probably just lost some hipster cool points there (cause a wheezy housewife hopped up on the roids is THE epitome of hipster cool).
I did manage to make a no sew fleece blanket for CSP with his new Vikings fleece. I hope he likes it. I made it today while he was at work and he hasn’t seen it yet. He picked out the fleece, but he thought it was fine the way it was. Just a long piece of fleece. I couldn’t leave well enough alone.
My illness & lockdown situation may prove to be a problem this weekend. Morgan turns 18 next week and we had planned on celebrating Saturday. And Jacob turns 5 on Sunday. There’s a party at his crib, yo. I doubt my doctor will advise me to go to a birthday party filled with a bajillion kids age 7 and younger running around flinging bacteria. Luckily Jake is still little and will just love having his peeps around. I can always visit when I get better and give him his present then. New Crocs with Sponge Bob Jibbitz. Shhh, don’t tell him. By the way, is it just me or is the chick on the Crocs website Libby from Lost?
The big problem with Morgan’s birthday is that not only do I have pneumonia, but she’s dealing with a case of MRSA! Spot on her leg (probably a shaving nick) started hurting. Then her whole leg hurt. Mom took her to a doctor and he was an ass and unhelpful. So she took Momo to another doctor who knew right off the bat what they were dealing with. Poor thing’s been bandaged up and dealing with shots. Plus she’s been kept out of school & work. Thank goodness my mom followed her gut instinct & went with another doctor! Morgan could have lost her leg! As is she’s going to be dealing with a big scar. I miss her. I hate not being able to go see her. And I’m gonna be really bummed if my doctor puts the kebash (sp?) on me hanging with her Saturday.
The pugs have been keeping me company. Molly & Zoe crack me up. They love each other and are practically joined at the hip. Things will start off all nice and sweet: Then next thing you know they are fighting to the death (You’ve GOT to click to enlarge to get a good look at the stink eyes!): It can get intense: Then quick as it starts it’s over. They cool off: Then they cuddle up: And life is good again.