Moment mal bitte

I'm back from my trip. I had an extremely bad trip home, and now I think I have a case of salmonella. Seriously, don't ever fly Vietnam Airlines. The good news is between the tons of walking, dehydration, and food poisoning, I appear to have lost 10 pounds.

Happy birthday to this one though:

Waiting for Liam's speech therapy to be over

Maybe we should get her checked out for narcolepsy?

I'm leaving on a jet plane

This time tomorrow I will be probably landing in Seoul, having a panic attack. Wish me luck or at the very least, wish me less than a full fledged meltdown.

I might be able to blog while I'm gone, but probably not, so this blog is probably going to be dead for the next two weeks. See you on the other side.

Universe, you kind of suck

I survived last week. Barely. And I was really looking forward to this coming week because I'm leaving on Wednesday for Vietnam and Singapore. Yay!

But apparently the universe has decided to bless me with a head cold, making me grumpy and a little irritated at said universe. Hopefully I get over it in the next two days, or maybe this virus just thought it could get a free trip to Asia.

Cue the panic attacks. I'm so not ready for this trip. Haven't started to pack and I'm pretty sure that Justin is going to starve before I get back. Have to hit Target, Costco and the grocery store before I leave.

This post is going to be very graphic

So whatever boob puss fun I had on Valentine's Day was just warm up act apparently. This morning I woke up in a pool of puss, ruining my sheets, mattress pad, and two pillows. Waking up to puss is really only second to waking up to blood. I then stood over my bathroom sink, used nearly an entire roll of toilet paper trying to mop myself up. I finally slapped a bandage over it, got Alana out of bed to discover that she had a fever and wasn't going to be going to school today. Unfortunately, she's sick enough not to go to school, but not sick enough to slow down and stay in bed. I then discovered I had soak through my bandage and had to change my shirt. So far, I've gone through three shirts and all of my gauze and had to run to the store with a sick child in tow. This is on top of the 4:30 wake up time on Monday to drop Justin off at the airport, breaking a picture frame, and Liam being a little brat all week.

I also got myself a picodillo burrito because to hell with calorie counting today.

A few thoughts on clothes

I did eventually find some fair trade clothing that didn't break the bank from Overstock. However, I did discover that the average hippy much be much skinnier than I am, because I have to lose a few pounds even before the largest size will fit. Sigh.

Because I'm leaving for Vietnam and Singapore in 10 days, and because I had approximately one pair of pants that fit, I went clothes shopping on Friday. Here are a few thought that I had:

Holy cow, Alderwood Mall is HUGE. Like, combine both University Mall and Provo Town Centre together to make a super mall, and then add an outdoor terrace. I got lost. Multiple times.

I went into the Disney store to see if there was anything I could find for Alana's birthday and the Disneyland trip later this year. Oh my, Alana would probably have a small coronary in that store. It might be worth taking her there later just to watch.

Forever 21 is evil. So is H&M.

There are a few fashion trends that I can totally get behind. Colour blocking? Awesome. Peplums? Flattering to every body shape. However, what's up with all the neon clothes this year? Every store that I went to had racks of clothes that made my eyes hurt. And you want to know who neon hues look good on? No one, that's who.

Polyester needs to go away. Seriously.

Ummm, am I raising a psychopath?

So along with Alana's crazy evil laugh, lately she's taken to tying shoelaces around the neck of toys and hanging them off the loft. And I'm not talking about wrapping the shoelace around a few times and seeing if it sticks. These are complicated, intricate, make-a-boy-scout-cry type of knots. But I'm a little worried because she doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, she laughs maniacally every time she does it, and she goes specifically for the neck.

My mom will, however, regale you with stories of when I was about four and I would tie ribbons into knots too. She kept a hank of ribbons on my bed knob so I could tie them together to my heart's content before falling asleep. And I turned out okay, right? Right?!? ...crickets...

How to make your life sound more interesting

Yesterday, I got stabbed. (Blood work)

I hunted and gathered our food for the week. (Went grocery shopping)

I braved the untamed population of north Seattle. (Went to Costco on a holiday-not smart)

I then wrangled some wild animals. (Took the kids out to dinner)

See, everything in your life can be made more interesting if looked at from the right perspective.