Cabin Fever...and coughing, and runny noses, and...

Hey, everybody. It's been a few days since I've had the luxury of sitting down at this computer to blog. Our family, minus me, has been sick. For the past 7 days now, I have been the Infirmary Admin (joked my hubby). I would definitely call myself a compassionate person/wife/mother...most of the time. However, (and I know they can't help it) everybody's coughing has been driving me up the proverbial wall! I swear, if I'd started collecting a dollar for every cough, our mortgage would be paid off.

Yesterday, I drove all three girls to our family doctor, whom we adore. (Dr. Régan Andrade, Fairhope Family Medicine, and her nursing staff get my highest regards, FYI.) Turns out, two had ear infections & bronchitis; the other had pharyngitis. Next was a trip to Walgreens, where I just hand them my wallet and tell them to keep what they want...they will anyway. Today, the girls are so much better, and for that I am thankful and give all credit to God.

I just got a call from my gorgeous hubby as he was leaving the clinic (to which I finally convinced him to go, even though he thought he "would be fine in a few days"). Double ear infection & sinus infection for him. (Wait, Walgreens! Here's some more of our money...)

Alright, let's talk about something fun now, like things that have been ticking me off the past few days. As tired as I was last night when I logged off, I ALMOST signed on again just to rant about this stupid story. Did you hear that Lindsey Lohan is suing (think it's E-Trade?) for $100 million -- ONE HUNDRED MILLION! -- dollars??! She claims that the commercial where they refer to "that milk-a-holic Lindsey" was a spoof of her. PUHLEEEZE. LL, you need to get over yourself. When you wreck a car after drinking a couple gallons of Vitamin D Homogenized, then pick up your lawsuit. Until then, shut uuuup.

Next. This is a short one. This AM I was tuned into Rachel Ray's show. Every time she salts something, she does the whole "and a little over the left shoulder for luck" move. Really? Beside the obvious, is that truly necessary? Don't you just bet that the person on set that has to sweep up all that pesky salt just wants to jack her jaw once in a while? As a cook, and as the person responsible for the kitchen floor, I don't want salt or any grainy anything on my floor. I spend a lot of time barefoot in the kitchen, and I liken salt on the floor to sand on the condo floor. Not fun.

And lastly, to the singing fish on the McDonald's commercial: enough. Everybody knows fish can't call OR text. Plus, why would you want the guy to "gimme that filet-o-fish...gimme that fish"?

I'll be back later to share the randomness that is my blog. BIG LOVE!!!!!