–Poor Isobel ended up at the doctor’s after missing almost the whole week of school last week. It was bronchitis, the family tradition. She’s over the worst of it now, and I was careful, so careful to avoid catching it (again) myself, but there were several times she turned to me to say something and coughed directly in my face. Or she wanted to cuddle in my lap. She was very sick, poor lamb, so of course she wanted her mom, and it’s not her fault. It was still frustrating, and as of this writing I’m stuffed up and coughing again and I’d describe myself as ‘mildly under the weather.’ It could be worse. I hope it won’t be.
–Elias has been talking up a storm, still, and sometimes if he wants the thing you happen to be holding he’ll just take it from your hands while sweetly saying, “Tank you!” That somehow makes it all okay.
–I’ve caught Isobel saying “shut up” a couple times lately. It was said playfully, but Anthony and I are trying to nip it in the bud. I suggested she say “simmer down!” every time she wants to say “shut up” because sometimes it is easier to make a substitution rather than say nothing at all. The exchange reminded Anthony and me of when she was very small, perhaps two, when she used to say “Shoom up!” because she couldn’t remember exactly how the words “shut up” went. She also said, “damage!” when she wanted to use a swear. Anthony and I have become more careful about our language, though now I’m considering swapping “damage” for “dammit” when I feel the need to vent.
–I only recently have been feeling like I’ve got the bronchitis. Earlier this week I surprised everyone, but mostly myself, but making it on the elliptical three! whole! times! this past week. It has seriously been so long. I’m still struggling with the lack of energy from my condition, but the Cimzia injections have worked wonders on my Crohn’s-related arthritis, and I must give credit where credit is due. I’m taking advantage of my new legs by climbing on the elliptical and flailing in place for five to ten minutes at a time. It makes me feel like Conan, or He-Man, or the Kool-Aid Man. It makes me feel like I have the power of TEN chronically-ill women. I’ve written about my elliptical twice before and I’ve been thinking about doing so again, because there need to be more people documenting their time working out that isn’t all about the obsession of perfection. I want to see more stories from people like me–those who work out who hate to work out. I firmly believe working out is for everyone, not just the people who are crazy about fitness and getting ripped. Which, good for those people! Very admirable. It’s just not me, and not a lot of people I know. But that doesn’t mean exercise isn’t for me. On a related note: when I was very sick I decided I was going to learn Tai Chi because if very elderly people can do it, so can I.
–My family has been to the doctor’s office so many times this week I began to wish they doled out loyalty punch card, like at Mr Pickles. Schedule 12 appointments, get the 13th FREE!
–Isobel has been using the phrase “awk-ward!” for about a month. She only just asked what it meant. Awk-ward!!
–I really want to create an inspiring Rosie the Riveter poster for the chronically ill. Blood pressure cuff around the arm, thermometer in mouth, Rx bottle in hand, EKG cap on head. WE CAN DO IT! Being ill is disheartening. We could use the encouragement.
–It is with a heavy heart I tell you that my best friend Angela’s mother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away this month. Unbelievably, this news comes directly on the heels of news of my other best friend’s mother’s passing. Both mothers have been in my life for over a decade, and I’ve celebrated holidays and milestones with them. I cannot believe either is actually gone. Many of you have shopped at Angela’s etsy store or followed along with the many wonderful adventures of Isobel and her son, Kingston. If you would like to donate to cover funeral costs, it would be much appreciated. This has been a year of unbelievable heartbreak.
Scrapbook: Sky. My mom called me on the phone about this.
Scrapbook: The Secret to Terrifying Jack-o-lanterns. Nature is pretty terrifying.
Little Big Kitchen: Food Pantry Donations. This post is actually important.
Snapshot 11.11.15. We are all fine, totally fine.
Holiday Special: Thrifty Halloween Decorations 2015. Art and cobwebs, cheap & festive.
FF Red. My love letter to the internet.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Little Big Bazaar: Vintage Necklaces. I am addicted to these.
Are you an RPG tabletop gamer? Do you use the FATE system? My husband wrote a PDF called Cheating FATE. It’s only a buck and it’s pretty awesome.
The Great British Baking Show breaks all the reality TV rules. That’s why it’s so good. I hope more shows take the hint.
10 Things Food Banks Need But Won’t Ask For. Such a great article! Required reading. I’m especially taking the sock suggestion to heart.
The most complicated board game. (Youtube link.) Thank you, Ninjawa!
Guy fieri tossing signed lean cuisines to fans. What is even
The Best Craft Supplies To Look For While Thrifting. So many craft supplies (I may have a problem).
Girls Day Community Sale. It’s Girls’ Day! Isobel and I have a date at a community yard sale.
How I Learned Photoshop. Spoiler Alert! An old man yelled at me.
Isobel’s Thrifted Closet: Summer Shirt and Breezy Skirt. Isobel looks fabulous enough for both of us.
Recipe: Quick & Dirty Unglamorous Chili. This is my dirty secret.