Julie and I made chili, beef stew, and cake! I also plan on whipping up a batch of jalapeno corn cakes to go with the chili. Yum!

A gift for a friend. Jennuine Hair Designs.

Labels: family, food, web

Shit. I had a rancid assed head cold. I have never experienced that before. Normally when I am sick the gunk is in my head, nose, and lungs. It all started Friday the 13th. Woke up shivering. Vomited for a half an hour. Well this time I got the pleasure of having clean lungs. Unfortunately my eyes, ears, head, and nose were hit with the gunk. My eyes were red for three days. I still cannot hear out of my left ear. My mother urged me to go to the doctor sans insurance. What did the lovely doctor tell me? "You have a cold. Drink tea." The doctor is of course a lovely woman who will be sending me a bill for at least $50. Wonderful.

Last Saturday, the 14th it rained all day. I spend my time in bed crying like a baby as I do whenever I get sick. Luckily we have a few nice neighbors, one of which called us at 2:30am to let us know it is snowing and there is a tow truck outside our house. I run out in a bathrobe and boots. Eric grabs sneakers and a coat. We each had $75 tickets tied ever-so-sweetly to our windsheild wipers. (Please note is a minium fine of 75 bucks.)

It has been one hell of a year so far. I am getting completely paranoid and snowcrazed. I think my friend Jen doesn't like me because she has only asked for my help once with her new shop. Yes, I know that sounds silly. Eh. Stop thinking about it. I tend to make shit up in my head sometimes. Almost thought Jesi was against me too. I think it has a lot to do with the winter. I called Keith thursday and the conversation felt akward but he could have been busy...

Yes, I have to admit that today was extremely beautiful... not much sun, but very warm. Sweater weather. Ahh...

Labels: health, life

Loud fire works = cops at your back door. Gotta love small towns with crazy neighbors. Four different people called in to the police station to report a gun shot. So if I get killed the cops will show up to yell at me...

I spent most of yesterday with my puppy, Cleo. Yes, I realize she is a year and a half old and larger than most dogs but to me she is still a puppy. We had a little incident with the nail cutters and it was difficult to get the bleeding to stop. But I was able to sleep okay knowing I did get it under control. Letting her out is going to prove to be a pain in the ass. The snow just reopens the injury.

Labels: life, pets