I've been lying in bed since Friday afternoon as sick as a dog. My symptoms have ranged from slight fever, ear ache, congestion in the head, chest, & throat, runny nose, cough, low energy, etc.
Now it's Monday, and I'm still not feeling 100%. Being sick is debilitating! I've drunk lots of water and tea, taken Sudafed, Tylenol, and Ny/DayQuil, but my symptoms don't seem to be going away.
Being sick sucks!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Your Comments Are Whack!
This is a hilarious posting from youtube.com.
For all the English teachers, this is a rap song on bad grammar:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tt-WIdmCVQ
blurb from youtube.com: "Herein Alexandra and Lizz throw down some rhymez in response to the phenomenon of YouTube haters and their whack comments. (Adapted from "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot.)"
For all the English teachers, this is a rap song on bad grammar:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tt-WIdmCVQ
blurb from youtube.com: "Herein Alexandra and Lizz throw down some rhymez in response to the phenomenon of YouTube haters and their whack comments. (Adapted from "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot.)"
Sunday, January 11, 2009
It feels good to be home...
Even if I don't consider Los Angeles to be home yet, it feels good to come back to my own clean apartment, my own messes on the floor (Christmas wrapping remnants, gifts that still need to be given, my stationery messes - pens, highlighters, paperclips...).
As soon as Robby comes home, he'll be adding his own messes to our home: clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor; pants, instead of folded and put away, lying on the ground as if he just took them off (they wait to be put on again); dirty clothes next to the laundry basket because he missed; tags that have been torn off of clothing on the floor.
But I must admit that most of the messes in communal areas are mine: half-read newspapers, a New Yorker article in the middle of being read, clips and hair rubberbands tosses on tables, cards from siblings and children's drawings... Yeah, most of it's mine.
Robby leaves his messes on the floor and I put mine on tables. I guess we go about things different. Complementary, isn't it? It means that we never fight for space!
As soon as Robby comes home, he'll be adding his own messes to our home: clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor; pants, instead of folded and put away, lying on the ground as if he just took them off (they wait to be put on again); dirty clothes next to the laundry basket because he missed; tags that have been torn off of clothing on the floor.
But I must admit that most of the messes in communal areas are mine: half-read newspapers, a New Yorker article in the middle of being read, clips and hair rubberbands tosses on tables, cards from siblings and children's drawings... Yeah, most of it's mine.
Robby leaves his messes on the floor and I put mine on tables. I guess we go about things different. Complementary, isn't it? It means that we never fight for space!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Back in Los Angeles!
After a long trip away from, it feels good to step into the apartment and recognize all our familiar belongings. Oh, our double showerhead! Oh, our bathroom counter! Oh, our rug and bean bag! Before leaving for Jersey, with Robby gone and unable to carelessly clutter the floor, I cleaned relentlessly until I was satisfied that the apartment was in the condition I'd want it to be in when I returned.
It feels lovely to be back.
We've spent the last week with family in the Bay Area, so that has been spectacular. But we've also been using other people's showers and sleeping in other people's beds and mattresses for the past 2 and a half weeks. Phew, it feels good to be back in our own bed!
It feels lovely to be back.
We've spent the last week with family in the Bay Area, so that has been spectacular. But we've also been using other people's showers and sleeping in other people's beds and mattresses for the past 2 and a half weeks. Phew, it feels good to be back in our own bed!
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