Needed: Barf bucket

I got the barfies . . and not the good kind either.

OK, really, I just threw up majorly this morning, but now my stomach feels like a wreck. I had to go to work cause I had 4 visits, and not really other times I could reschedule them for. All day I just prayed for bathrooms to appear when I needed them.

I have a meeting tomorrow that I rescheduled because I didn't feel good-that was the coming off of the carb high day. Sheesh-

I thought this new diet thing was supposed to make me feel better.

Oh well. I lost 6.1 lbs this week.

That'll do pig, that'll do.

Bravery

Bravery to me is trying new things . . more specifically new foods. Those of who who may know me are aware that I don't try new foods. That's just not in my nature. I am a creature of habit and I like to know everything and anything about the food I am eating, and in order to be able to do that I can only eat a limited number of things.

Suffice it to say, I must still be very sick and in a snot overdosed state since I agreed to eat a pomegranate today. It all started with DP pronouncing that it would be FUN! So we got the little sucker all cut up and soaked it as instructed. Then, in all my sensory seeking glory, I helped get all the little bits out of the peel and swished my hands around on the water with the fun little purple bits . . .

Then we started eating them . . .just one at a time at first, but then I discovered that it was more fun to put several in your mouth at one time and bite down on them . . .sort of like a little burst of fun in your mouth.

That was my fun for the day. I am still full of snot and my nose looks like it could pass for Rudolph's since I have blown it like 10 million times--SERIOUSLY, it has go to end soon!! Today I leaned over to zip up my pants and stream of goober ran out of my nose. Now that is just uncalled for. Enough is enough. I demand that I feel better tomorrow!!!

I am a big, fat, doofus

so I am looking for my blog from last night-where I said I wanted to take a sick day from blogging since I felt like crap and was snuffly and was going to my folks house tomorrow for my dad's surprise birthday . .

and I wondered where it was, and was upset that people would see that I am slacking on the every day posting . . .I know I wrote it, but where was it??

Then I go to look on the work blog that we have-the one that is private for only work folks . . .and there it is . . .me telling work that i was taking a sick day from blogging and that i felt like crap and I was going to my dad's . . .luckily i can delete it, but i wonder how many people read it. good thing i posted it at 9:30 last night, so maybe no one cares about the work blog enough on Saturday to see that . . .right?

sheesh, i already feel like the executive director doesn't like me, and if she saw me mess that up i am sure she won't like me even more . . .

damn it . . .