As a lot of you know, I've had a houseguest since Monday night: Kath. We met last year through the Denver blogosphere, if you will, and became fast friends.

Kath had a girlie kinda operation scheduled for this past Tuesday, and it worked out that she could stay in our guest room and recover. Aside from taking her to the hospital on Tuesday morning at 5:00 a.m. and picking her up at 11:00 that same MORNING (damn, they worked fast!), I've done nothing but refill her water and hand over a few Pepsi's when the mood struck. She's a trooper, getting this thing without any hitches whatsoever.

And this 'helping a friend' thing reminded me of a time in '95 when I had my tonsils out. I was 19. And ohmygod, I remember wishing I could just have a headectomy - my entire body hurt, but my throat was beyond repair. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't talk. I couldn't think straight. I just HURT.

And to boot, my dad had literally JUST died, so I was a walking mess. The wife of my (former) superintendant offered to have me over for lunch the day before my surgery. And I was feeling kind of bad, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to eat anything she'd made.

I showed up to her house, and she'd made US a lunch I could eat. We had JELLO for an appetizer, soup for a main course, and pudding and ice cream for dessert. We had hot tea to drink. She ate it right along with me. We called it "the last supper". I was being taken care of, and it felt great.

So, of course, I'd be here to help "Kaf" as my son calls her. Life is about paying it forward. Someone helped me, and I'm helping someone else. And if ever I need anything again, I know I've got a bunch of people ready to help me if they could.

It's all good.

Edit: And Kath is home now. The Bug was telling me just now to 'be quiet' because 'Kaf is sweeeeeeping!'. I haven't the heart yet to tell him she's not sweeeeeeping here.

Labels: kath b, life, rest and recovery

Well, yay for President's Day, I guess. It's no different for me than any other day, except I had my husband home all day.

HotDoctorHusband wanted to listen to his music, so we had this stuff playing. HDH knows I don't like it; therefore, he turned it up as loud as possible. And it's not that I can't appreciate the music, but on repeat for hours? Not gonna happen. So I left and went candle shopping, which reminds me ...

I redecorated the mantel above our fireplace in the family room yesterday. My husband remarked that it didn't 'look balanced' (whatever), and needed candles on the other end, too.

I put two candles up on the right side, bringing the grand total to four, and asking him how it looked now, considering he has the discerning interior decorative taste, apparently:

Him: "I don't know, if you put anymore candles up there, it'll look like we're having a seance and can talk to the Dead."

Me: "Oh really? And what will you say after I kill you??"

Him: "You'll know it's me. I'll say PEACE, BITCHES!!!"


Last night before bed, my son pounded back some water and then started jumping on our bed. My husband laying on one side, me on the either. Without much warning, my son then urps up the water he just consumed. My son stood up, stared at the mess, hands on his hips, totally puzzled and said, "What IS that??".

I fell off the bed laughing, crawling into the bathroom to get something to wipe it up with.

My son kept asking me to 'name it', but I was too busy crying laughing, because my husband had jumped up from his side of the bed, yelling, "OHMYGOD! He just BARFED on the bed ... NO WAIT! HE JUST THREW UP ON MY SIDE OF THE BED! Holy crap!!! How did he know it was MY SIDE? Jesus Christ! That's disgusting!".

I couldn't have aimed his urp any better myself.

And so ends how we spent our President's Day holiday at the HotDoctorCasa.

Labels: life, Presidents Day, vacation day my ass