I'm Thankful...

(Ok, I know it's a bit early. But still--)

That history doesn't always repeat itself.

That life isn't a spinning merry-go-round.

That the bitter helps you to taste the sweet.

That sometimes, in the midst of the bitter, you can still get slammed with the sweet.

That's all for now. I'm off to below the Mason-Dixon tomorrow night. If I'm not back before then, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! And if you're good, I'll provide recipes for the Southern Maryland delicacy, Watergate Salad.



Oh, who am I kidding? Here's the recipe right here:

Watergate Salad:

1 package pistachio instant pudding
1 can crushed pineapple
1 tup whipped cream
1 bag marshmallows


Mix.
Eat.

Seriously. ;)

Gotta love the hometown.

Mystery Solved

According to the Q-tip on 'roids the doctor gave me a sound tonsil-swabbing with earlier (and not the kind of tonsil swabbing one likes, either...) I've got myself a nasty case of streptococcal infection, better known as strep throat.

Yay!

That was a serious 'yay'. I've already taken the first dose of antibiotics, so I know (from my tons of experience with the infamous Mr. Streptococcus) that I'll start to feel better in a few hours. And I'll probably get more than 4 hours of sleep tonight. And there will likely be no more gentle moaning from a blanket pile on the couch.

I know Sean will be relieved. As much amusement as he got out of my pathetic, half-delirious ramblings, I'm sure he prefers me as my usual fully delirious self.

Ahhh.

(Sick) Day 2

So here I am, ridin' the couch yet again. It's rather apropos. I'm going home to the sprawling metropolis (ha!) that is Southern Maryland for Thanksgiving next week; and I always seem to get sick when I go home.

I am feeling better than I was yesterday, though. I'm sitting upright, and I have shoes on. This is a vast improvement from yesterday's gentle moaning while sprawled on the couch under 3 blankets.

One of the things that sucks about sick days is that there's no one to play with. If Sean were here, I could play cribbage and other fun fun games. Plus I'd have someone to fetch me snackies and drinkies. Now, I'm stuck getting my own refreshments and feeling sorry for myself instead of happily sucking up someone else's sympathy.

I did get some Pecan Sandies at Target, though!

Sick Day

The thing about sick days is that they're so great in theory. If you're anything like me, you imagine a long, idyllic day filled with things like comfy couches piled high with pillows, wonderful movies on cable, and neverending supplies of vegetable beef soup and Pecan Sandies.

When I was a kid, whenever I stayed home from school sick I would watch Disney's The Incredible Journey. And eat lots of Pecan Sandies. And drink lots of the usually-forbidden colas my parents kept for just such occasions. There'd be The Price is Right at 11, and shelves and shelves of books to flip through. It was a veritable paradise of Catholic School Avoidanceism. (Is that a word?)

Taking a sick day as a grown-up is a lot less fun. You know, the night before, that you're not feeling up to par. You envision calling in sick to work the next day, and all you'll do in its stead. You can clean the entire apartment! Go pick up your pictures at Target! Shop for some Christmas decorations at Pier 1! Get lots of nifty holiday stuff for the apartment! Send out resumes! Get 25 pay-per-view flicks and watch them all! Enjoy the neverending soup and Sandies!

Well, as luck would have it, none of that was to come to fruition in my case. I'm just a pathetic creature, huddled on the couch, sipping tea and diet coke and making pitiful snuffling huffing sounds with my nose. No activity for me. Although, I DID watch Open Your Eyes and some show about how Nevada prostitutes keep their marriages going. And I emit the occasional canned-diet-coke burp, which is always fun if you're into burp rating. And Sean did bring me both a pumpkin spice donut AND a raspberry white chocolate scone this morning. So I may live.

But I think I'd prefer to be NOT sick...then I could make some chicken gumbo...and shop for Christmas decorations...and...

Conversation

Redpanda: "C'mon. It'll make you feel better."

Sean: *whines* "No..."

Redpanda: "C'MON. Put your head between my boobs and go 'Bbb--bbb--brrr'."

Sean: "I....*sniff*"

Redpanda: "C'mon! *jiggles*"

Sean: "Bbbb--bbb--brrr....bbb....bbbbrrr....bbb..."

*pause*

Redpanda: "There. Now don't you feel better?"

Sean: *muffled and grudgingly* "Yes."

Snippets n' Blurbs

Moglia posted yesterday. Hurry and read it or you might not be caught up for his next post in 2006.

We went to Sean's mom's for dinner last night. Quite delicious. But I tell you, the woman is incapable of cooking for a mere 3 people. The menu (for her, Sean, and myself) included:

Shrimp cocktail
Pork loin roast
Garlic mashed potatoes
Gravy
Asparagus
Roasted mixed vegetables (2 kinds of pepper, summer squash, zucchini, mushrooms...)
Fried Haddock
Tomato salad w/fresh basil
Fresh marinated mozzerella
Crusty bread and butter
Berry pie
Carrot cake
Chardonnay

We won't even talk about the quantity of leftovers that's made it's way to our fridge...

Email me if you'd like the links to Halloween pics!

Not much else I have to say, or CAN say; at this particular juncture. Gimme a few days, and perhaps I'll have some words to string together for ya. Till then...