Triple Respiratory Ick

In the last two weeks I learned a very valuable lesson.

I should listen to myself when I talk.

I had been battling what I thought was just a nasty cold. Everybody has it, and everybody has been telling me how it hangs around forever. Clearly, I must have been sick with the same crud the world has.

I kept saying, "I've never had a cold like this," and "it's just really hard to breath."

I finally went to the doctor only to discover that I didn't have just a normal crud; I had pneumonia, bronchitis, and a sinus infection.

I really am an over achiever.

I had a pretty hefty lecture about not running my body down. Apparently the doctor thought 14 credits, a 30 hour work week, an 18 month child, and house work was a bit too much for one person to undertake. He suggested I cut back a little.

Psh - what the hell do doctors know?

I don't plan on slowing down anytime soon, so go ahead and buy stock in Zithromax now.

No Crying Over Pinterest

Over the past few months I have developed an addiction to Pinterest. It's becoming rather problematic as I'm easily distracted by all the crafts I will never have time to do.

Anyway...

Tonight I was cruising Pinterest for a while to unwind before bed when it suddenly, without warning, stops working.

Pinterest went down, people!

The following actions then occurred:

1. I panicked.
   
2. I became stupidly upset about it.
   
3. I smashed the keys harder (that always fixes the Internet, right?).
   
4. I rebooted the Internet.
5. I cursed.
   
6. I almost started to cry.

Yes, I said cry.

At this point, I realized that I was about to cry over freaking Pinterest and that it's possibly time to sleep.

I suggest you do the same. Sweet dreams!

Hibernation Complete

Forgive me for not being present over the last month. I turned into a bear and went into hibernation mode. Unfortunately, school is once again in session and I was promptly forced back into the real world.

I spent most of the break in my kitchen attempting to prepare enough meals to last for spring semester. Someday, I'll get around to taking a picture of the huge chest freezer in the basement. For now you'll just have to believe me when I say that it is full.

After the first week of class, I've come to the conclusion that all of my hard work stocking the freezer was useless. Who the hell has time to eat when they're taking five classes and raising an eighteen month old? Not this girl!

In other news, I made a promise to myself that I would run on the treadmill three days a week during the semester. After I gained ten pounds last semester (I am calling this my "stother weight." More on this in a future post...) I've come to realize that my clothes don't fit. Week one of school is done and I haven't made it on the treadmill yet.

Fail.

You can tell me all the quotes on how "someone busier than you is running right now," and at this point I will just laugh in your face. I'm too tired to have any other reaction.

Perhaps someday I'll be able to fit in my pants again. Until that day, there's always jeggings, leggings, and sweat pants - right?