Unexplored Territory

Thursday, November 09, 2006

A week without Thursday Thirteen

I am SOOO under the weather. That virus ... I got the worst of it so far. Hung over a trashcan from 5:30 last night until about 11. Pleasant night had for one and all, actually.

So ... nothing from me today. Happy TT to everyone else!

6 Comments:

Darla said...: Oh, how miserable. {{{hugs}}} Hope you're feeling better soon!; 9:19 AM
Bellezza said...: Ah, my blogger friend...it seems this is going around. Californiateacherguy was lamenting of the same woes. Too bad you haven't encountered every disease known to mankind and built up an immunity like a teacher!; 3:40 PM
Knitting Maniac said...: bellezza ... I was hoping that I could skip this one because I just am NOT a vomiter. I hate it. I loathe it. That is all I did when I was pg with my first, and I was hoping I had done my "time" then.

Didn't work. Now I just feel like someone has been pounding on my head ALL DAY LONG.; 4:27 PM
Kelly Curtis said...: Hope you're feeling better soon!; 5:41 PM
Anonymous said...: awww...feel better friend.; 7:39 PM
Anonymous said...: Sorry to hear that! Being nauseous is the worst!; 2:34 AM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.