yellowbug says:

I believe I have finally emerged from the slums! It turns out that my week of lethargy & non-motivation  was just gearing me up for sickness that entertained me all weekend. I attribute Ramon's generosity to sharing this gift with me. But I am finally breathing through both nostrils again, and only have remnants of my whooping cough (or so it sounds). On Sunday, I was able to worship the Lord in a new way. Our dear friends, the Richardson's, have a mentally handicapped daughter who stays at a special home. She brought her friends to church this week, and they sat in the pew behind us. We soon discovered they had a love of music and sang loudly for all to hear. They didn't know the words. They didn't know the melody, but their singing was so beautiful to me. I just cried throughout the whole worship time. And then on the pew beside us was a young Down Syndrome boy. I often see him in church with his parents and brother and am always...

Boo. boo. boo..... Have you had one of those days where you feel unmotivated  to brush your hair or change out of your baggy sweats much less go to work, be productive, spend an hour at the gym, and fix dinner? Of course you have. We all have. But what about one of those days that stretches out all week?! Is this natural? I can't remember ever feeling this lethargic. And NO, ladies, I am NOT pregnant! Although I do like to use that excuse anytime I feel this way... thinking to myself, "Well, maybe I'm pregnant." And. honestly, I wish I had that excuse right now b/c I'm feeling downright poopy! The highlight of my whole week was getting my hair done on Monday. Thank you, Christa Black, for this inspirational hair-color photo: I worked out Tuesday. Was so sore yesterday which was my excuse to NOT workout again. Then, I wake up today and am even MORE sore! Plus, I think my darling Hurley Rae contaminated her father who in ...

After a week of being sick, our weekend was only halfway priductive. I started getting sick Tuesday morning: I am very aware of that annoying tickle in the back of my throat when it appears. so I double up on Echinaca but this time it stuck around. So, Tuesday night I steer clear of Matt in the hopes of keeping my treasure to myself... but alas, he got it as well. Except, and maybe this isn't just my husbnad, when he gets sick the funeral coordinator is on speed-dial. THIS is why I wanted to keep my sickness to myself! So, Matt stayed home all Wednesday with the worst version of what I had, I came home early from work to lay in bed 'till the next morning. And then Thursday I felt GREAT! So, what do I do? Everything as normal, of course, And then Friday hits with a vengeance and I'm back in bed by the evening. Saturday: still not feeling fantastic... So, there goes a whole week. Gone. Sick. Unproductive. No workouts. Ugh, you just feel na...