Things that I did while I was sick

So, if you haven't been following me on my fanpage, you're probably wondering where the heck I've been lately.  Well, I was sick.  Sick like you wouldn't believe.  Sick, then thinking I'm better, than sicker than before, then, if it was even possible, even more sick.  I think I had man-flu, peeps.  It was pretty bad.  I nearly started picking out coffins - but then remembered that as a Muslim, I don't get a coffin, just a muslin cloth...oh well...you get the point, I was in a bad place. While in this delirium of illness, I did some pretty remarkable things:

I continued working.   I shivered through my days and survived on hot tea and/or soup.

I didn't go grocery shopping at all so by the end of the week, I was offering my children onion slices and crackers for a snack.  The cupboards were pretty bare.

The reason that I didn't have snack-type foods was because during my fever induced dementia, I allowed my children to eat an entire box of Oreo cookies for supper.  Strangely enough, they never complained.

I embarrassed myself in the land of Facebook.  I have an issue with people who use homonyms incorrectly -- homonyms, for those who don't know, are words that sound the same but are spelled differently (to/too/two or your/you're etc).  I've been known to make this mistake myself a time or two, but I knew I was really ill when I kept making these mistakes over the last week.  The worst was a friend who posted on my wall asking if I'd accept a package of photos that FedEx would be delivering to my house since she's moved.  My reply was something like "Sure, if I can take a peak." -- what I meant to say was peek (as in look), not peak (as in a mountain top) or pique (as in interest).  When she called me on it and wrote a response to it using all three words (much as I would have done to someone else had I not been ill) it took me a good 1/2 hour to figure out what she was talking about.

But, the icing on the cake-of-craziness is this:  My instructor sent out a notice that we'd be having an audio class.  One of the other students in the class, a fellow keener like me, said that she couldn't make it and asked me (on the class discussion board) if I'd ask good questions in her absence....my reply was something like "absolutely...but why can't you make it? There are no excuses for missing it..." (which wasn't so bad...but then I went on.  You won't believe what I said for all the class/instructors to see...it was "You can take the keener out of the class, but you can't shut her up!"

Yeah.

I said that.

In my defense, it was really funny in my own head.  In my state of fevered hallucination, this was perhaps the most witty and hilarious statement of my life.  I remember writing it out, reading it over, giggling groggily to myself and hitting "post."

It wasn't until later that night that I had a nightmare about it.  Horrible dreams with my instructor wagging her finger at me and the other students shaking their heads in disappointment.  I woke up in a sweat (yeah, I was sick, but still, it wasn't cool).  I re-read that post and nearly died.  Oh, the shame!!

However, I think that I might just be on the mend.  I'm still rather hoarse and husky sounding, and my nose is still alternating between stuffed and dripping like a sieve.  But my brain no longer feels as though I'm in a perpetual fog.  Yay for tiny miracles.

what a week

So, this week has been interesting to say the least.  First I had my imagination get the better of me and convince me that I had bed bugs (plus side to this, my house has been cleaned from top to bottom --- there is not a dust bunny left here, let alone imaginary bed bugs!).

For those of you who don't follow me on facebook (and what's with that, huh?  Join us, we have fun there!) - you'll know that my kids have sent me to puke city and back.  My son came home from school, went straight to bed, and proceeded to barf all night.  Now -- if you've read the above paragraph, you'll note that I just finished cleaning my house (including all the linens) -- well, I had to do the boys' room all over again...because the little man got it too and they both managed to puke in the bed.  Nasty!

After the boys started feeling well enough to jump all over one another and snag granola bars from the pantry (they think I don't know that they do this...silly boys!) -- I got sick.  I got sick, sick, sick.  The kind of sick where you're hot and cold and sore and just want to curl up and die.  So...I suffered through that for a bit....only lasted the majority of the night, and I now feel right back to normal again.

This morning, I woke up, went to make coffee -- and realized that I was out of coffee!  If any of you heard that strange sound this morning, it was the tortuous screeching of my soul as it learned that we'd be functioning "sans caffeine" today.  Luckily - a daycare parent saw my status on facebook and brought me a nice fresh cup of Tims....mmmm....Tim Hortons.....yum.



Moose 1, Dino 0

 Then, I decided that since everyone is feeling better, we'd be going out to the Jurassic Forest that I've talked about before.  We get there (first ones!) and there's a crew set up with wheel barrows and electrical wires and other assorted tools.  They proceed to tell me that some of the dinos may not be working because a moose attacked them.  Yeah...you read that right.  A moose went on the rampage and attacked some of the dinos!  I would pay some good money to get some video of that incident.  There were only 2 dinos that weren't functioning, and 1 brontosaurus that had a tail being supported by a ladder type thing...the others were being worked on and the guys would turn them on for the kids as we passed.  The kids asked what they were doing, I told them they were cleaning up the dino poop so the forest wouldn't stink -- they thought that was great.  I'm not really sure what was going through the workers' minds as my daycare girl repeatedly said "Thanks for cleaning the stink!"

So -- that's my week in a nut shell -- how was yours?

Video Surprise

So, a while ago I did a vlog about why I chose Islam as my faith -- I'd had many of my old high school pals asking me, and a couple of my followers too, so, I thought I'd do a little video. (don't worry, I'll put it in this post!)


So a few days after putting it up, my daughter came up to me and said "Mom, have you ever adopted a baby?" -- and I knew that she'd watched this.  It's not all that big of a deal -- except -- I hadn't yet told my kids about the baby that I'd given up for adoption.  It's not as if it were a secret or anything, it's just -- I wanted to wait until they were old enough to really "get" it...you know?  I had this irrational fear that they'd be like "what if mom gives us away too?"

Turns out that this fear was totally unfounded...they are ecstatic that they have a sister out there -- they want to see her, see pictures, write letters -- which is all cool with the parents who adopted her (and cool with me too)...

The Faith Club - Chapters 9 & 10

Well, I'd said on the fan page that chapter 10 got me all riled up --- I was wrong, it's chapter 11, and it deserves it's own post however, as far as 9 and 10 goes...yawn fest for me.

In high school (oh, who am I kidding?) throughout my entire school career, social studies/history has been my least favourite subject.  I did well in in throughout Jr. high because if you earned an average of 85% or higher, you didn't have to write the final exams.  I hated it so much that I refused to let my mark go below that!  I suffered through it in high school -- I just hate the memorizing, the boring, boring, BORING repetition and facts and blah, blah, blah.  I hate it.

Chapter 9 was like an entire social studies class in chapter form.  My notes at the end of this chapter are following:

• Giant history lesson
• snore

That's it.  No word of  a lie!  All in all, I feel that this chapter gave the facts and information to what I said about the Israel/Palestine issues here.  I think my 1 paragraph statement was much better though -- it didn't drone you to sleep (I hope).

Chapter 10 was just as uninteresting to me.  Granted, it didn't put me into a sleepy stupor like the last chapter, but it was still pretty meh to me.  Here again, are my pitiful notes on it:

• A nice read with flowery passages, but in the end, very typical "prayer" stuff that we all do regardless of whether or not we call it prayer.

Oh...and the midwife analogy was a little creepy to me.  Okay, more than a little.

Prozac latte is in the shop!

Okay, if you're not a facebook fan, you're going to be wondering what the hell I'm talking about.

I'm talking about this:

My Delusional Mom Shop

This is a little shop that I made for myself on Cafe Press -- inspired by my *cough, *cough* legion of fans on facebook.  You see -- if you enjoy reading what I write here every now and then...then you'll really enjoy the (almost) daily status updates that I put on the Delusional Mom fanpage.

Okay, now that I'm done my shameless self-advertising....go buy stuff!

T-shirts!

So, I decided to try it out, why not??  Setting up a shop on CafePress.com to see if I could earn a little extra dough.

I'm going to do one saying every few weeks...got about 7 or so as it stands, but if you, my lovely, loyal readers, should have a favorite -- let me know!

Click HERE to shop!

Enjoy!