This morning I stepped outside and smelled spring. She is fighting back at Old Man Winter and this morning I do believe she won. It smells fresh, new and warm. According to Tia, “It smells like Florida.”
The Plague that settled upon our house finally caught up to me. I thought that I just might escape it, but alas, it wasn’t to be. It appears that some unknown force has deposited two ton sandbags in my sinuses, has jackhammered behind my eyes and has run a cheese grater down my throat. I do believe that someone then lit a match and tossed it up my nostril, laughing maniacally as everything from my neck up began to burn.
How’s that for imagery?
I’ve been taking so many vitamins that I practically glow in the dark so I was quite certain I would laugh in the face of this crud. Instead it is laughing at me and my flaming sinuses.
Nyquil gives me strange dreams. Two night ago I spent half the night trying to outrun a very cunning snake. I climbed trees and hid under beds but everywhere I turned the snake was there, licking his lips in anticipation. I finally woke up and had to convince myself that I wasn’t actually being chased by a 50 foot python.
I then fell back to sleep and dreamt that the President of the United States was the target of an assassination plot and I was the one tasked with thwarting this plot. Greg Kinnear was the President and I was bound and determined to save him.
Last night’s dreams again involved critters chasing me as well as preparations to welcome a new child into our family. This was all in the same dream. It was as if I would switch from one scene to another and neither related to the other. I woke up very confused.
And no, I’m not pregnant. I’m just sick. And a little drugged up.
I found a Russian App for the iPad and the kids are playing it right now. It does my heart good to know that they are enjoying the language that is so near and dear to my heart. They are by no means fluent and I don’t expect them to be, but I do hope that someday they will share my love for all things Russian/Ukrainian and that can be something that we share as a family.
My house exploded this morning. Yesterday it was clean and today it’s…not. I’m not sure how that happens but it seems to happen multiple times a day. I clean up, the house throws up and so on and so forth. I don’t know how we’re ever going to sell this house.
On Tuesdays, the kids and I take a Russian theater class. The teacher is hilarious and takes her craft seriously. Yesterday she asked us to pretend we were holding a flower and wanted us to breathe in slowly through our noses then exhale through our mouths. We were to imagine the smell of the flower.
Sloan misunderstood her directions and after a couple of breaths leaned over to me and stage whispered, “Are we pretending to smoke?! ‘Cause that’s bad for you.”
Speaking of images, like everyone else I am horrified by the scenes coming from Japan. The damage is spectacular and horrifying and my heart goes out to the thousnads of people who have been so devastatingly affected. For a great way to help out Japan, go to my friend Nicole’s blog.
Want to see some truly beautiful images? Visit my sister-in-law, Becke’s blog and look at the pictures she took on her photo walk. She’s just a tiny bit talented with a camera…
This is the part of the post where I sign off. I have to hop in my smokin’ hot minivan and play mom for the rest of the day.
I’m a dork…