Well, it's been a while, but you see I've been kind of under the weather and so I don't have very many adventures to tell you about!

First off, it's from that damn flu I had a few weeks back. Well, I still have a lingering cough and it seems to be getting worse. I just keep coughing and coughing, and now my chest is feeling very heavy, like someone is sitting on it, (woke up in the night wondering if hubby was sitting on me) and I was getting some back pain as well. So, yesterday I went to the doc, worried that maybe pneumonia was setting in or something.

So, I am now on some antibiotics and hopefully will be feeling right as rain in a few days.

So, with this awful coughing and all, it's not easy to eat, etc. The other night I was eating a chicken pot pie. You know, the kind with the pastry crust, like a real pie. Only this stupid thing had a SUPER flaky crust. So, seeing as it was blistering hot, I was blowing on it. I had a fork full, and I took a deep breath to blow on it, and I ended up sucking up some of the pie crust flakes! Well, holy crap! I thought I was gonna die! I started hacking and choking and practically puking right there in the kitchen. My young son ran over and started pounding on my back because I was turning purple.

Not only was I having this terrible choking going on, but you know, I'm not exactly a spring chicken!! I've had 2 large babies and my "water works" ain't exactly what they used to be! THe shut off valve is a little worn, and not completely reliable. So, I'm choking to my death, and worrying about peeing my pants all at the same time!!! You see, having a Fire Fighter/Paramedic for a husband means that I know ALL of them in town, and it's not my idea of a fun time having them come and pick me up whilst I've pissed my pants. It doesn't make for good fun reminiscing about it at the Christmas Party. Luckily I was able to get a breath in and sprint to the bathroom before any major accidents could occur.

It totally, completely, amazingly SUCKS being a woman......

And it's embarrassing too.

So, speaking of embarrassing moments;

I was at work the other day and we had a frame salesman come in. We'll call him Dave........ because that's his name.

So, we were talking about stress and he rolled up his sleeve and showed us his arm. There was a HUGE scar that ran from his wrist all the way up to his inner elbow. He pointed at it and said "THIS is where too much stress got me. And I'm never going back there again."

Well, I'm looking at this with eyes the size of saucers and I'm thinking the obvious....... "Holy Shit! He's so open about it!!!" I just stood there looking at him like a deer in the headlights. THen I ran around the counter and gave him a great big hug and said "aaaawwwwww Daaaaave!!! You'd better not!!!"

Well, he's looking a bit perplexed at this, but I'm just thinking that he's surprised. So then the conversation goes on a little longer and something didn't seem right about what he was saying. So I said "Wait a minute. What exactly is that scar from??"

Then he tells me that he had open heart surgery and that's where they cut open his arm to harvest a vein to use! So I just blurted out "Oh My God! I thought you had tried to commit suicide!!!!" Well, they laughed their asses off at me. Then the mail man came in and I grabbed his arm and showed HIM and told him what Dave said to us. Then I asked him "so, what does that lead you to believe??" Talk about putting the poor guy on the spot. He was humming and hawing and I said "just spit it out. Don't be shy - tell him what you think! I DID!!" So he reluctantly said "Well, it is a pretty long scar on your inner arm, and with what you said....... suicide??" Well I was pretty happy about that! YAY! Redemption!! So then I had to hug him too, just because he made me look less dumb. I think he liked that.

ahhhhhh - well, that's about it for now. Stay healthy friends, and as always, check out the features! Sorry there are so many of them: it's been too long since my last update!