Still in snotsville

Thursday again.
My head is spinning from the way the time just flies by.

My cold is holding on tenaciously. Not so much coughing anymore, but my head feels like a pumpkin.
This morning at 4am I had this exploding headache, very strange, only on the right side, from the base of my skull up to my eyebrows.
I took some Advil and propped myself up on a few pillows and fell asleep again when the Advil kicked in.
But today we decided to take it easy (HA! we always take it easy)
We watched a movie: Revolutionary Road. Pretty good flick, but also kind of depressing (Kate Winslett and Leonardo DiCaprio) Nice acting, but the ending just too sad for me.
The story is pretty recognizable for most of us, as we live our lives and wrestle through our marriages, our jobs, our friends. Wise and unwise decisions made along the way, hopes and dreams smashed, trying the practice the art of compromise, the failures and pain we inflict on ourselves and each other...blah..blah..blahh.

So Boo-boo is getting used to her Daycare. She is rapidly picking up some bad habits too.
We watched her play by herself here yesterday and she was yelling at her invisible friend: That's ENOUGH!!!!, and...LOOK- AT - ME!!!!!. hehe...funny kid.
She has also picked up a habit of flinging stuff through the room. Something I nipped in the proverbial butt very quickly.
But she is also learning some good manners.
She now takes her dishes out to the sink when she is done eating (without being asked).
Both Wheelie and I dropped our yaws last night when she did that. She also deposited her soiled napkin in the garbage.
Too funny!.
She is starting to know her new friends at school, and almost doesn't cry when she sees me. Yesterday I just held up my finger, and she stopped her little pout/almost cry.
I think she is doing well. On our way out we always have to look through the window of the 'babies', and wave them goodbye. I always wonder how moms can leave these tiny 3-4-5 month olds in daycare.
Oh! I forget! We're in the USA!!! Where moms don't get enough time to recover from childbirth, or being given a chance to stay home with her baby for at least 6 months.
For a second I forgot I wasn't in Holland or one of the other more socially adept countries in the world. Silly me.

Yesterday I dragged myself out to the Super Target. In the checkout line the lady behind started laughing. She was older than me. She said: Please forgive me for giggling, but isn't it funny, you are buying Baby diapers as well as Depends pads...Yup...all the women in this family need 'protection' from drips!!

It was nice to take my time just browsing through the store. I love the fact that they don't' play Muzak. Just nice and quiet. Strange that something as simple as shopping will make me feel better. And I don't mean spending money either, just looking.
(I did buy a new pile of undies though
The old ones were losing their elastic, and I kept getting wedgies.)

For the past few days I have been going through the closets and the cupboards, tossing out everything that was old and worn.

In the kitchen I discovered that most of my stuff like Soy sauce and Steak sauce was about 5 years old, way past their prime, so I took the large garbage can and started tossing everyone that had expired. Tabasco sauce is supposed to be RED, right? Well, mine was kind of brownish. Out it went.

Except for our little jar of green olives, that is.
Wheelie bought that in New York at Zabars in 1980, when he lived there. Right before we got married.
The little jar has never been opened. We keep packing it every time we move, and for some reason always kept it in the pantry. Darn jar is almost 30 years old. In those days they didn't put expiration days on stuff.

I showed it to him, we had a giggle over it, and I put it right back on the shelve again. Heck, maybe they can bury it with us when we kick the bucket.

Time to find a full box of Kleenex, I feel another load coming down.

Aaachooo!

SGMKJ!