So. Gross.

Soooooooo gross!

I went to the doctor this morning for this cold that seemed to be turning into something worse. Sure enough, I have acute ear infections in both ears instead, and that's probably what has started a sinus infection. (As an aside, I mentioned to Philip early on last week that I felt like I had water stuck in my right ear after a shower, and... you guessed it - my right ear is the worst.)

I didn't have time to wait for my prescriptions, however, as I had to rush to work early so that Philip could be at Jack's preschool on time for the Thanksgiving feast today. So I suffered through working my lunch (at least I don't have anything contagious, right?) with just two cough drops. It went quickly, and we actually had several laughs at work today, so that was good. Philip picked me up after 2pm, and we came home. I changed clothes, ate some quick soup, and then I drove to the pharmacy to pick up my meds, dreaming of my lovely Tessalon Perles for my aching throat as I went.

I'd had coughing fits all day, but the worst happened just as I pulled into the hospital parking lot. I slowed to a crawl as I drove across the main entrance, so in the throes of coughing I was. And then it happened: I covered my mouth for a particularly bad cough, and instead I threw up all over my hands, down my shirt and into my lap.

I had nothing to clean it up with, having taken the tissues out of the car and into the house over the weekend when I was dealing with my "cold." And I knew I couldn't clean up well enough to walk in and get my prescriptions, as I was literally covered in phlegm and barfy bits of soup. So I tried to drive home.

And I did it again on the way, just a short bit from the house. This time, I caught most of it in my jacket (which had been bundled up in the seat next to me), but it was too much for even that. It was so gross!

I pulled into the drive, and I honked the horn repeatedly. I was trying to get Philip's attention so that he could bring me a towel to wipe up with before I tried to get out of the car, as I was afraid some of the barf would drip onto the driver's seat. He ignored all my honks, and I finally just got out of the car myself without anything. I didn't get anything on the seat, and I was stripping by the time I hit the door. When I came inside the house, I hollered at him to go pick up A.J. from school as I continued shedding my barfy clothes by the washer, and I told him to stop by the hospital and grab my prescriptions as well.

'Cause I'm not going out again until this cough is under control. :-/

Tease me.

So I saw it on the big screen in the theater. And I watched the 10-second preview clip that WB released on Friday night as well - countless times, in fact.

And late this afternoon, I've been watching the full teaser trailer over and over and over again. I'm addicted. I can't stop!

(And truthfully? I don't wanna stop anyway!)

C'mon, July 13th!

A thesaurus WB is not.

And by the way...

"I will not break rules" is NOT the same as "I must not tell lies."

Sheesh.

/fandom wank

Meet the next Rachael Crocker.

I'm really failing at life right now.

I feel like poop, yet I still attempted to make dinner tonight. Chicken alfredo, to be exact. However, I've forgotten in my four years with a gas stove exactly how quickly an electric stove can heat up, and how you can't walk away from it AT ALL, lest you burn your meat.

I charred the chicken past the point of no return in just four minutes. The entire half of the house that the kitchen is situated in was engulfed in billowing, white smoke. The boys were - literally - belly-crawling on the floor, gleefully shouting, "Hey, but we can still see down here!" Because, yes, the stop-drop-and-roll factor was about the only way you could see/breathe around the smoke.

Despite the burned chicken, I did still try to make the alfredo sauce, but I should've used a separate pan. My butter wouldn't combine with the cream, and I had brown, lumpy water instead.

I just ordered Chinese.

*sigh*

Renee Time.

Even though she sometimes goes on hiatus, hypn0tiq never fails to amaze me at how she can be so great at commenting. She's managed to maintain my #2 spot in commenting stats despite being away for weeks at a time. She's GOLDEN!

Everyone needs a Renee. :-)

The silence.

I've mentioned it before, but a special event happens each day on base: the national anthem is played promptly at 4:30pm, and folks are expected to respond accordingly.

Our new house must be located closer to one of the base's many loudspeakers, for each day, I can hear the strains of the hymn while indoors. It's a neat feeling - different, somehow, than having missed it during the 4+ years in our old house.

But just minutes ago, I heard the soft chords of 'Taps.' I listened solemnly as the music played into the night, and I worried over the cause. I'd never heard 'Taps' played over the loudspeakers before, and I was fearful that it meant something terrible - that one of our local troops had just died or something as awful.

I called Philip at work as soon as the song ended to ask him what it meant, and he explained to me that Taps is played each and every night over the speakers, in just the same fashion that the 'Star-Spangled Banner' is. Every night at 10pm. It is played at a much softer volume, though.

I imagine I only heard the music this evening because my windows were still open from the great "dinner smokeout" earlier tonight. But I'm glad that they were, and I'm touched to have learned another important part of what it's like to live our military life.

I'm proud.

Rambling at the end of the night.

I'm not sure I've posted enough today. *thinks*

Philip did the closing inspection on our old house this morning while I was at the doctor's office. We're officially out of that house, and now the entire "Larson Loop" is completely vacated. It's kinda sad to think about, actually. This new house is so much nicer, but I will miss our tree. It held Philip's ribbon for ten months, and it also has the sweet carving he made me this past summer. *sniffles*

I need to do dishes from the misadventure that was dinner tonight, as well as the Chinese take-out that saved the day. I need someone to drag me to the kitchen, I think.

Our main TV died today. This really affects my life an astonishingly small amount, but the testosterone-fueled beings in the house act as if a body part has been cut off. Well, we think it died, or that it is dying. It might be just the picture tube, but those things usually cost as much as a new TV by themselves. We've had this television since Philip and I got married, so I guess it was time for it to give out. It will be a few months before we can replace it, so I think Philip will bring the smaller TV out of our bedroom for use in the living room in the meantime.

I think there's pictures I need to be putting up, but I keep hoping that they'll post themselves...