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Thursday, September 22, 2011

thankful thursday, pain in my brain edition

I'm fighting the urge to be whiny like I was on Tuesday. My head hurts. It hurts something fierce. I am (once again) self diagnosing a sinus infection. The pain in my brain keeps moving from behind the left eye to behind the right eye and I'm not a happy camper. It hurt too bad to make coffee. I'm going to treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte today. Maybe that will help get me through today. It's Thursday. I can do this. Right?

Today I'm thankful for Starbucks. It's expensive. I'll eat a pb&j for lunch to be able to afford my Starbucks this morning. It's an indulgence that I want/need today.

I'm thankful that Trouble, the cat formerly known as Lex-ilishus, has gotten over his skittishness around Austin. Austin says he's "his cat" now. Whatever. I feed him. He sleeps with me. Austin just hauls out the poop.

I'm thankful that Austin hauls out the poop.

I'm thankful that I remembered to buy advil the other day. It's the only thing that gets rid of headaches without knocking me out.

I'm thankful that Austin did the dishes yesterday.

I'm thankful for Rush Limbaugh. He keeps me company during lunch.

I'm thankful for the rain we've had the past two nights. Rain + open windows = great sleeping noise.

I'm thankful those two hikers were freed. I still think it doesn't make sense to hike along an unmarked border between Iraq and Iran. I just don't think any good can come from it. Obviously.

I'm thankful for my memory foam pillow.

I'm thankful that I organized my closet last weekend.

I'm thankful for the Ikea catalog that came last week. I haven't looked at it yet and I probably won't buy anything out of it but it makes me happy.

I'm thankful for the car that keeps on chugging along and that she's paid for.

I'm thankful that Austin woke up in a good mood today.

I'm thankful that Logan and Hillary's baby girl is still baking. We had a scare last week and Hillary is on bed rest for the duration but Iridessa Skye is still in the oven. It's hard enough to be teenage parents... they don't need the compounded tragedy of a premie. 26 weeks and counting.

I'm thankful that there is another weekend coming very, very soon.

I'm thankful that I managed to write a blog entry today. I started not to... and decided it would help me gather my wits about me. It did.

Go forth and conquer, y'all!
Love and hugs!


Becky said...

I am thankful for your posts!