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Yesterday I posted that I was feeling sick and my face was imploding. 24 hours later, my face isn’t imploding, and I feel well-rested. What? Well-rested after a night and day of sickness???

That’s because I have the greatest husband in the world.

Don’t start throwing up. Yet.

Because I loves me a list, here’s what HockeyMan did for me today:

*Let me sleep in until 12:45. Yup. PM. I haven’t slept that late in forever. When I finally sat up to get up, I thought it was 11, but it was almost 1! Ahhhh…. sleep… I also love NyQuil. I remember taking NyQuil when I was a kid and barely making it to my bed, but now, with this whole decrease in alcohol, it’s just not the same. I digress…

*He took the girls out of the house on a “field trip” to the park and grocery store without me asking. Yes, he went grocery shopping and bought real food.

*He brought me back Gatorade, new Reese’s 100 calorie snack packs (yum), and bakery cake. You know I loooove baked goods!

*NaNa asked to get me flowers and picked out some just for me. Isn’t that the best?

*He didn’t complain ONCE that I just sat around all day blowing my nose and sitting on the computer.

*He made me and the girls a dinner of yummy grilled cheese.

*He moved some laundry. Ahhh… Now I’ll have clothes to wear tomorrow!

*He got the girls ready for bed.

Now, HANDS OFF MY MAN. You can throw up now.

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UPDATE: I am feeling better and thanks for all of your well wishes, but now the girls have it. My poor (almost) 2yo has been on the couch with a fever ALL day sleeping.

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Punchline: It hurts me worse lookin atcha!

My face is imploding. I have a love/hate relationship with season changes. I LOVE fall to “winter.” I use quotes because Orlando winter is Chicago summer. Still, I love feeling the weather change into the 70s and opening the windows.

But that damn cooler weather brings sinus problems. I felt it creeping in last night with a stiff neck and tiredness. Did it get me to bed any earlier? No.

So now I feel like ass with my face imploding (hello, Google!), nose stuffed, and snot running out. By the way, how is it that my nose is stuffed AND snot running out?

And I have no tissues. I’ll put some of my fancy TP (HockeyMan requires aloe TP) by the bed tonight. I may even have to sleep with some of it shoved up my nose. You know you do it. Extreme times call for extreme measures. Don’t judge a sick woman.

I’ll be getting some fancy tissues (Mama requires lotion tissues) tomorrow along with some rest tonight. I’ll be in bed by 12.

Fo sho.

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Why can’t I get in bed before 12?

I blame my mother. I think she’s been to bed before 1am only once in the last 20 years. I’m DOG tired when it comes to 4:30 every day, and yet, here I am, still up at almost - HOLY CRAP - 1am.

Every friggin day I plan on getting into bed before 12. Yet, I can remember only once in the last 6 months that it actually happened.

My girls get up by 8 every morning (yeah, yeah - I’m sure some of you would kill for 8am), but they usually don’t go go bed until at least 9, so it all evens out. Now that they’re not taking naps on a regular basis, that means they’re WIDE FRIGGIN AWAKE at 4:30 when Mama wants to r.e.s.t.

So, at this hour, I promise, I am 5 minutes away from my pillow. I MUST stop now to get in bed. Ahhh… sleep… And please pray, hope, wish-upon-a-star for me that the girls sleep in until at LEAST 9am.

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Just some random stuff.

*We found out the results for NaNa’s speech evaluation. She qualifies for articulation therapy 2x a week for 30 min a day at our local elementary school. It’s a Catch-22 because she will get help for her issues, but then she has issues. We found out she’s a smarty pants, too. Makes Mama proud. And nervous for the next umpteen years knowing she’ll be smarter than us.

*Mama’s busy busy busy. Since Dawn’s blog and new review blog post about my site, I’ve been incredibly busy. No complaints, I just can’t put in my time on visiting other’s blogs. Sorry guys! I’ll get there soon!

*Hockey season started. This means I won’t be seeing HockeyMan for 8 months while he cheers on his Isles from the other room. I’ll hear the cheering tho. Or feel the sadness when they lose.

*Can someone come do my laundry? I did the dishes yesterday for the week. I just need my laundry done. I’ll pay.

*I need to give up my addiction to sugar.

*I’m mad at all of you because you didn’t tell me of a misspell on a previous post. As a grammar snob, it is your job to correct me. It’s not often, but it is a requirement to tell me when I make a mistake. (I may regret this later…)

*I’m mad at Marion Jones. I trusted her. She lied to me and everyone else. I love the Olympics, and now there is a tattoo of doubt over them that can’t be removed.

*I’m sick of politics and the run for the President. Why can’t we wait until 2008 for the 2008 elections? I’m sick of all of the “candidates” already, and I don’t even know what they stand for yet.

*I wanna cookie.

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I love my TiVo. Seriously. I love it. If I wasn’t married already, I’d hook up with TiVo. It’s an integral part of our family. TiVo has been with us before we had our girls. I dare say, without TiVo, we would not be the family we are now. Season Pass, 7-second jump-back, pause live TV, and search by title are just some of the characteristics of my beloved.

But as life changes and technology improves, TiVo must move out of the living room. My love is not going far - just into the bedroom. I’m sure TiVo will be happy in there to be used only an hour a day as opposed to the 15 it’s used to. I’d like to think of it as retirement.

Who, pray tell, is moving in on TiVo’s territory? A brand-spanking-new DirecTV HD DVR. Oh yes. When Mr. DirecTVinstallationman delivers my new transporter-of-all-that-is-new-and-good-in-HD-on-satellite-TV, I will have to forgo my TiVo for a regular ole DVR.

So, in saying farewell to my TiVo and its Season Pass, I am posting the top 13 Season Passes on my beloved. I thought about going in and changing them around to make it look more smarter than I am, but we’ll just check it now and see what happens to show up. At this second as I write, I have no idea the order it’s in. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with a TiVo Season Pass, you tell TiVo to record every show that you like and you rank them on what to record first and prioritize.) Here it goes (press: TiVo - Pick Programs to Record - Season Pass Manager):

1. Saturday Night Live - Good to watch, but should NOT be #1.

2. Cane - Good new show. Should be lower on the priority list.

3. Traveler - Good show, but not actually on the air now. I hope it comes back.

4. Lost - Best show, but wont be on until January.

5. Heroes - Great show even HockeyMan watches.

6. My Name is Earl - Herlarious

7. The Office - The BEST show on TV. Should be #1.

8. ER - Still great.

9. Grey’s Anatomy - Great show.

10. 24 - Ahhh… Kiefer…

11. CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - I haven’t seen it this year yet because Grey’s and The Office are on at the same time. Next week - two DVRs so Mama can watch it!

12. Family Guy - HockeyMan requires that this should be #1, but he doesn’t look.

13. The L Word - On hiatus at the moment, but an awesome show.

In summary, I will miss my TiVo, but it will not go far. Just steps away in the next room. But I will still miss you, my beloved TiVo. And I am going now to fix this SNL-at-the-#1-position-crap.

That’s where America’s Next Top Model should be.

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When I signed up for the “mom thing,” I surely didn’t imagine I’d be growing out my pinkie fingernail for the sole purpose of working as a booger excavator. Not my own, but NaNa’s and Bear’s. Is it bad that I get satisfaction from chiseling out a whopper of a boog?

My girls even differ in their willingness to be groomed. Bear screams and wriggles when I try to change her diaper, fix her hair, put on her shoes, get her dressed, wipe her face, or dig out boogers.

NaNa, on the other hand, will come to me very politely and say, “Mama, I have boogers in my nose.” That’s my cue to put down everything and focus. Focus on the task at hand.

Spelunking into the nasal cavity of a toddler.

I tilt her head back, get the light in juuuust right, and see what is up there to be excavated. I put my extra long pinkie nail into action, and remove that pesky booger.

Oh, the satisfaction of the adventuresome joys of motherhood.

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Oh, sugar cookie with a generous coating of brightly colored seasonal icing. How I love thee. Let me count the ways:

Oh, cookie, with each passing season, you change your colors to match all the other cheap streamers and decorations that adorn the grocery store. You even at times dress yourself up to match my favorite sports team.

Oh, cookie, with your soft, sugary almost-not-completely-baked deliciousness. I am sometimes afraid your almost-doneness will sicken me, but to date, you have not yet.

Oh, cookie, you present yourself in a one-of-a-kind-unmistakable wreath of baked goodness. Your circular packaging is recognizable across the bakery section and sometimes in the middle of the grocery aisle. How could I possibly pass you by and not bring you home?

Oh, cookie, I am quickly growing to love the cheesy additions you have left behind on my behind. They are left there as a reminder of your deliciousness and a promising wish to see you during my next excursion to the grocer.

Oh, cookie, you leave me with a lasting taste in my mouth that stays with me for hours. I’m sure you leave it there for me as a sweet reminder that only one of you every six hours is quite enough. I guess you can have too much of a good thing, my tasty cookie.

Oh, cookie, I bring you with me to all of the celebrations I attend. Whether it is a casual affair centered around a sporting event or the social event of the season, I bring you along. Without you, a party is not a celebration. BYOB to me is Bring Your Own Baked (Goods).

Oh, cookie, I just enjoyed your every morsel. I will now remember your goodness until next morrow when I see you sitting amongst my other not-so-delicious products. Until then, I bid you good night, my love.

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