Unexplored Territory

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Good morning, sunshine

Guess who is ill? No, not my kids. Not Ace. ME. Me. I am ill. I have a fever, and that all over ooky nasty feeling. It just came on me last night like a ton of bricks during class. I thought it was because I drank a Pepsi since I had weaned myself off of them, and it was a result of the caffeine.

Guess who is supposed to leaving tomorrow night for CKU? Well of course ... that would be ME. But now ... now I have to play it by ear and see if I can even make it because (1) I don't want my friends to get what I have while we are there. That would be completely unfair to them. (2) I don't want to feel like sh** when we are there.

I have no idea where this came from. It was like BAM! Nobody here has had anything.

And then there is that fear that the kids or worse yet Ace will get it while I am gone, ruining their plans to go to GWL.

So I have contacted CKU to see what their policy is if a participant is ill. I am sure they won't believe me, but it isn't like I would lie about this. I am sure they will respond with "well because you didn't cancel by March 16, you lose your money." And if so, I guess so be it. I will play it by ear.

So Robin, Robin, Julie, and Wendy ... you read it here first, ladies. I will see what the day brings.

2 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Oh man, I hope you feel better so that you can go.; 7:19 AM
Anonymous said...: WHAT??? So hope you are feeling better...if not, maybe we can get together and drown our sorrows together...; 4:11 PM

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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.