Life in General (Here you go, John Rowe)

I'm guilty: I confess...I'm not a regular blogger.

Do you ever go thru stages where you're convinced that your life is just not that interesting? That's pretty much me right now: I'm just sort of "going thru the motions." Either that, or the stuff that IS going on is not "blogger-friendly" (just a little too personal for my blood).

I'm at work right now...and bored to tears. And I'm craving sweets like the crazed "carboholic" that I am. When I was sick last week, I sort of went crazy with the junk food. BUT I GOT BETTER! :)

I don't have to work at the Cafeteria tomorrow, and that makes me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love the Caf...but by Friday, I'm TUCKERED OUT. I'm driving down to Terre Haute to pick-up my little sister, Megan, for a fun-filled weekend of spontaneity and sisterly antics (I'm looking forward to it). If I take any pictures, I'll have to make sure to post them later.

Well, my friends... This will have to suffice for now. Alas - I'm even losing interest in blogging. (Work has a tendency to suck the energy RIGHT out of you...).

Good Ol' "Sick Days"

100.6! Do you know how long it's been since I had a temperature of 100.6? Try since the time I was, like, in 5th or 6th grade, and I also had a HORRIBLE sore throat to match. Well, this was my temperature just two days ago...AND I FELT AWFUL!!!



But it seems I'm not alone... I've run into countless fellow seminarians who've also been fighting a touch of "the bug" lately as well. I guess it's just that time of year.



Suffice it to say, this just got my nostalgic juices flowing: remembering all the special things my Momma used to do for me when I got sick. I remember lying - sprawled out on the couch - w/ my famous "butter blanket"; watching Nick Jr. while feasting on endless loaves of Mom's famous "wheat-bread toast, thickly smothered with grape jelly." OH! And I can't forget how Mom would buy me an entire jar of Vitamin C from the store, hand it to me right out of the grocery bag, and instruct me to "scarf the stuff like it were candy." She was the GREATEST - always full of "cootchie-cooes," hugs, and kisses - always making any illness worth it.


(Deep Sigh) Does anyone else want their Mommy yet? :)






So, what are your favorite "sick memories?" What did your parents do special for you? What do you do (or will you do) for your kids? What do you do for yourself?