My Friend, You are in Trouble

I just got spam with this subject line. It almost makes me want to open it.

Grade 7 All Over Again

Does this happen to you too?

Say you moved five hours away from the majority of your friends. You call, you email, you visit, you try hard to keep in touch. But then you get hit with a month of voice-shattering illness, you have to cut your last visit short, and you drop off-line for a while. But you recover, your voice comes back, and you feel much less like lopping your head off at the neck, so you call, you email, you put some feelers out for another visit.

And you get nothing.

I feel like I'm in grade seven again. You know, when being a girl sucks because there's always a bitchy ringleader who wakes up one day and chooses, much like Heidi Klum, who's in and who's out. And if you're out, you're screwed, because no one is going to talk to you. Because let's face it, if anyone dares defy the queen bitch, you can guarantee she'll be next. I'm overexaggerating of course, nobody has sent me a "You think you're so much better than everyone else!!!" email or anything (but I did get a note like that way back in the day). I'm paranoid, I know. People have lives; they are busy. It's the holiday season etc.

So do I call again? Send another email? Wait? Clean the bathroom?

What to do?

Nothing comes from nothing . . .

. . . nothing ever could, so somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good . . .

Damn I loves me some Sound of Music. It was even playing on TV in the delivery room when Charlie was born (it was the holidays after all). And you better believe I went on the Sound of Music tour when I was in Salzburg back in 1995. There were about 12 of us grimy backpackers crammed into a bright yellow van with an 18-year-old tour guide. I sat in the front and sang along to the soundtrack the whole time. It was awesome!

Anyway, I'm feeling grateful because Charlie is napping, it's Friday, I have a date with HS tomorrow night for Thai food and Casino Royale, and it has been sunny and warm the past few days.

Life is good.

Oh and Happy Blogiversary to me! This blog is one year old today!

Deep Throat

It looks like Chez FOO has been felled by another nasty virus. Good times! Charlie is on ANOTHER course of antibiotics, my voice is back but my throat is killing me, and HS is coughing up a storm.

You know, I kind of miss my throaty voice. Once I moved past the hoarse whisper to adolescent voice-cracking, I had a husky Kathleen-Turner-in-Romancing-the-Stone rasp and then a sexy, Demi-Moorish lilt. I even think that the doctor we saw at the drop-in clinic was flirting with me a little. And the pharmacist was super-duper nice when I got Charlie's script filled. It could be all in my heavily medicated head, I know. But still, an ego-boost is good for the soul, no?

The toddler whisperer

How is it that an adult and a child can be felled by the same virus, and while the child can run around and skip his nap, the adult just wants to crawl into bed for two weeks? Damn energetic youth!

Oh and I seem to have lost my voice. Almost completely. Do you know how hard it is to parent at a whisper? Not good my friends. Charlie already has that selective hearing thing mastered. Luckily my parents were in town this weekend, so they are keeping Charlie nicely distracted. But they are leaving this afternoon. I am so screwed.