Merry Christmas!

It looks like I am finally getting over my sickness and wouldn't you know it? Boy Wonder gets sick. I guess it's really not that far-fetched. I went to the doctor a couple of days ago and I got some antibiotics that pretty much kicked it out of my system. So now I feel pretty damn great. The doctor did give me some stuff that had codeine in it to help me sleep. I just took it the first night because my coughing was so bad. Man, that stuff will knock you out. Boy Wonder called about an hour after I fell asleep and I barely remembered who he was. It was awesome. I think I'll save that stuff and next time I'm having a bad day, I'm just going to take a big gulp and pass out. Excellent.

I do feel bad for causing my boyfriend to get sick. We went to Calloway Gardens last night to see the lights. It was a really nice light show, but one thing I don't understand what do kites have to do with Christmas? Or sailboats? Or raccoons or beavers or turtles? At least the frog was wearing a Santa hat. There was plenty of Christmas related itms, but it took a while to get there. And I had the best thing EVER last night. . . a deep-fried Snickers. Oh. My. God. It was the perfect combination of dough and chocolate and powdered sugar. I was in heaven. I think I even had a few orgasms while eating it.

Anyway, I am so appreciative that Boy Wonder took me to that light show even though he was sick. I don't think Boy Wonder is as bad off as I was, but I can tell he feels pretty bad and it's hard to tell if it will get worse or not. Of course, he's a guy so he is complaining a LOT. That's okay, though. I just offer my sympathy, make him take his medicine, and I have to practically force feed him orange juice. I just hate that he's sick for our first Christmas and our five month anniversary is on Tuesday, too.

This week is going to be pretty busy so I don't think I'll be blogging very much this week. I'm working at the shelter right now and I do have to work at the shelter again tomorrow and Tuesday. I'll be spending time with my family and my sick boyfriend. Tuesday is not only my five month anniversary with Boy Wonder, but we also have tickets to a hockey game. GO THRASHERS! On Wednesday, we will be leaving for Alabama to spend a couple of days with his family. Hopefully, he will be somewhat better by then. But I am a great nurse so he is in excellent hands. Happy Holidays everyone!

And one last little tidbit. . . I have been meaning to post a link to this article for a few days now. It is so freaking hilarious and I think men and women should read it. So here's to some happy reading and a lot of excellent lovin' (for those of you luckky bastards who aren't sick) during the holidays.

Cleaning Frenzy

First cooking, now cleaning. What the hell is wrong with me? Somebody slap me please. All last week I was in a cleaning frenzy. I busted my ass for just about five days straight cleaning my place up. I threw away about ten garbage bags worth of my stuff. I never realized what a pack rat I was. I have a theory about why I was in such a frenzy. Boy Wonder was out of town, my classes were over, and I had to throw all of my pent-up sexual energy towards something. I saw Boy Wonder on Saturday and let's just say I didn't feel like cleaning anymore after that. The bad thing is that I was in the middle of a cold and by that night, it was making me pretty damn miserable. Boy Wonder had tickets for Cirque du Soleil for Saturday and we did go to that. It was an amazing show. I was struggling to breathe through the entire thing, but it was great. He actually wanted to take me to the doctor after the show, but I refused. He did go out to the store at midnight to get cough medicine for me. On Sunday, I went into work like a trooper, even though I was still miserable. Boy Wonder and I were supposed to drive to Calloway Gardens to see some magnificent Christmas lights that afternoon, but that was not going to happen. I barely had the energy to make it to his place. He did take excellent care of me. He ordered me to bed, bought me yoo-hoos (one of my favorite drinks and it felt sooo good on my throat), made sure I took my medicine, gave me dinner, and was just so good to me. No wonder I love him so damn much.

I'm still feeling pretty bad today, but my fever is gone and I'm not nearly as achy and tired. I feel a little out of sorts with no classes, but I do have a big ass training manual from my practicum site that I have to read. Fun, fun, fun. Looks like I'm going back with Boy Wonder to spend Christmas with his family right after the holidays next week. I was invited and apparently, they were thoughtful enough to get me something. I will get them something and then I have a few last minute gifts to get for other people and I'm done with shopping. Woo-hoo! And Boy Wonder gave me a cookbook (given to him for Christmas a few years ago) and there are tons of recipes I'm dying to try. Good times, good times.

My Quest

I am on a quest. I am on a quest for a certain beverage. Caffeine free Diet Mountain Dew, to be exact. Yes, I know it sounds like a girly drink and I don't care. I am off caffeine and this is the only diet drink I have ever tasted that doesn't leave a horrible taste in my mouth. I have searched high and low and still am unable to find it. If anyone out there can find it, I would sell my mother for a case of the stuff. Granted, I don't like my mother but that's beside the point.

Last night, the Atlanta Thrashers played a thrilling game against the Pittsburgh Penguins that went into overtime and unfortunately, the Thrashers did lose. I'm talking hockey people. I am a hockey maniac. Also at last night's game, Boy Wonder and I became engaged to be engaged. I think the only thing that means is that he hasn't bought me a ring yet, but when the time comes, he does not have to worry about my answer. Like he had to worry anyway. I'm not really one of those women who are sitting around waiting for the ring. I'm not sweating it. I don't want to get married until after I graduate anyway and I graduate in exactly one year (YAY!!!!). I'll get a ring sometime next year, I'm sure.

Can I just say that I am thrilled that I will be graduating in a year?? 10 months of an internship that I'll be starting in January, a couple more classes, two licensing exams, and then I'll be done. Whew.

Nonsensical

What is it about having kids that makes parents lose all respect for all other people? I'm talking about all the unruly kids that are wreaking havoc in grocery stores and restaurants across the country. They were talking about this on the radio yesterday and some parents feel that those without kids couldn't possibly understand and that kids should be able to do whatever they please in public. Apparently, just because I am without child, then this means I should accept that someone else's child is ruining my dinner or movie with their shenanigans. Bullshit. It's common courtesy. If you can't control your child, take them out of the damn store. Or restaurant. Or movie theatre. Whatever. When I have children, I will certainly respect other people. My sister once let her son (who is one and a half) scream bloody murder in a restaurant. In her case, she actually could have stopped it because he just wanted to sit in her lap. If she had let him, he would have shut up. But no, her needs were more important. Her boyfriend offered to take him out of the restaurant, but she didn't allow that either. Heaven forbid he be out of her sight for five minutes. What a bitch. Okay, that's my rant for the day.

I love Christmas. It's the second week of December and I already have most of my shopping done. Two more gifts to go. Woo-hoo! Boy Wonder and I went tree shopping last night to get a tree for his place. I think I'm finally getting into the Christmas spirit. It took awhile, but it's here. And hearing Mariah Carey's, "All I want for Christmas" definitely helps. Yes, I admit it. I like that song. This weekend, Boy Wonder and I are going to TWO hockey games. I'm so excited. Damn, I love hockey. All those big, burly guys in uniforms pounding each other to get this little bitty puck. Mmmm. . . . so hot.