Some Christmas

Oh my goodness...it can't be. I'm actually updating my blog. gasp:) Sorry about the long delay,I've just been lazy and avoiding the internet altogether. My trip to california was fine. My uncle has a tendency to rub me the wrong way, but the short day with Jon, Shea and j-rimmy was bloody fantastic. I love those guys. I love you guys! and it was so great seeing you again. We have do it again sometime. Who knows...maybe I'll talk my hubby into coming with. Fat chance..but you never know.

Speaking of my hubby, that boy scared the crap out of me. Christmas day, we were at church and my pastor has this thing about men sitting in the front of the church, setting an example and whatnot, so james has taken to sitting in the front while I stay in the middle somewhere. Towards the end of services we all stood to sing the last song and all of the sudden I hear gasps and somebody says "Is that James Jr?!" "Oh my god, he's having a seizure." Instantly every on our side of church starts reaching their hands in his direction and start praying for him as two members who happen to be nurses rush to his side and start checking his pulse and breaking out with the blood pressure thing. my mom kept jabbing me in the side as I just stood there and stared at where I'm sure my husband was laying out, not knowing if he was even breathing. She gave me stern looks and kept saying "what's wrong with you! that your husband up there." I mean, what did she expect me to do. This has never happened before and I was just in a state of shock. Then I got scared.., I started to cry, and I just stood there. Turns out, he wasnt having a seizure he just passed out. He had been stricken with an ugly stomach bug and with all the standing and lack of breakfast or sufficient fluids, he just got weak and passed out. He came home and spent a day or two throwing up and and wearing out the toilet seat, and now he's much better. But he scared me so much. for those few moments, I just didn't know what to think. My mom and sister-in-law gave me crap for freezing, but what good would it had done me to rush by his side. I surely would have been pushed away by the nurses and for crying out loud he was 4 pews away. It never occurred to me to go to him when I knew I couldn't help him once I got there. I wonder what my mother or sister-in-law would have done in the same sitiuation.

Of course I clung to him for the next couple of days and needless to say I caught his sick. But I also threw in a little sore throat and head cold just for kicks. My symptoms started Tuesday. and here it is Saturday and I am still congested with a nasty cough. I'm quite sure I have no fluids left in me. I've hardly eaten anything, but I can't bring myself to eat because I can't taste food. Everything taste's like nothing. I ate half a corn dog for dinner last night because I just couldn't keep chewing what tasted like air. It's a very odd feeling. I have no energy, but hopefully it will return once I'm able to taste my food again.

My husband did manage to fix car door though. For several months I haven't been able to open the door from the inside. Always rolling down my window and sticking my hand out to open from the other side. After tons of nagging, he finally fixed it. Merry Christmas...to me.