EFF!!!!!!!!!!

Fuckin ear infections. I was hoping and PRAYING that we could make it through one motherfucking Christmas without Josie getting sick. *sigh* I guess she has a week to get better.

Actually, not even a whole week. We will leave to go to the ranch/my mom's on either Sunday or Monday. Annnnnd in true Jodi fashion, we still have lots of shopping and shit to do.

So, Josie has an ear infection and Katherine is sorta getting over a doozy of a cold. The lingering cough is vicious, making her cough until she gags and pukes. Freaking nice. I just feel so bad for the both of them. Josie keeps telling me that her ear hurts. I did cold socks last night and it might have helped a little but it didn't take it away completely. We're really just trying our best to avoid the stupid antibiotics. They make her have an upset tummy and diarrhea. Boo. Plus, I'm not so sure they have ever really gotten rid of her ear infection and they certainly don't alleviate her pain at all.

Crap, Katherine is crying and pulling at me.

Maybe someday I can shower.

Random Dandom

I feel like I've neglected my wittle bloggy-poo but I really don't have much to say so I am going to be random. I can fill page after page of random bullshit.

I love guacamole. Oh man, I could eat it every day.

Thanks to Valk and AmyBean, I now understand how to use every day vs. everyday.

I need a new bra, I hate bad bras. Ugh, it can very nearly ruin my day, Goddammit.

I am so excited for Christmas. I get to see and spend an entire week with my cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, nieces, and nephews. YAY! And one of my cousins I haven't seen in 7 years.

I think I desperately need a date with my husband. Just dinner and a movie. We need to make that happen, yo.

I hate worrying about my friends. Especially the ones who live to far away for me to just visit. I worry when I don't hear from them for a while or they get quiet when I know they are going through something rough. I fret and worry and stew and worry some more. But I understand the need to withdraw, too. It's just not my style. I vent and rant and tell the whole Goddamn world about what's eating me.

I get to go to dinner with one of my dearest friends tonight. With Katherine, of course. She's my velcro baby - never very far from me. I really don't mind. She's such a snuggle bunny, baby girl.

I need to find a way to make chicken Marsala without the Marsala. Think I could just add some sugar or something to white wine?

I'm apparently starving right now.

Guess I should go eat something or something.