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Sick Day Essentials

I did kind of a crazy thing.

I think I may have accepted a challenge I didn’t want to accept.

I got a text from Molly yesterday to do 7 blog posts in 7 days.

I laughed.

Then this morning I read another blog extending the same 7 day challenge.

I guess this must be a thing.

So…..challenge accepted!!!

Unfortunately for all of you, these 7 blog posts will surely be fascinating and riveting accounts of the life of the Mr. and the Mish.

Lucky ya’ll.  🙂

I’ll start Day 1 with this past Friday.

I’ve had sickness.

I mean SICKNESS!!!


I really and truly wish spring would hurry up but for Pete’s sake, leave my sinuses alone!!!

While living in exile in NY I had forgotten all the stuffy, drippy, sore-throaty goodness that comes from a KY existence.

So by Thursday evening, I felt like I had fire ants running up and down my throat.

It was ouchy to the max!!

By the time my alarm went off on Friday those ants had multiplied like rabbits (fire rabbits that is!) and I had a slight fever.

Now fevers are a tricky thing.

I don’t usually run a fever even though I sometimes feel fever-ish.  And my fever on Friday would never pass the “Mom Test”.

See, when I was a kid, the ONLY way we could stay home from school was if we had a fever.

It didn’t matter that we vomited.

She’d say “Now you’ll feel better.  Go to school.”

It didn’t matter that we passed out cold in the shower.

She’d say “You’re conscious now.  Go to school.”

And I’m sure that even with a fever she’d try to send us to school but she knew that if the school nurse got wind of the fever, she’d be called to come get us in the middle of the day.

She did NOT like the mid-day-pick-up!

I remember once that happened when I was in either kindergarten or first grade.  I came down with a mysterious sickness during the late morning.  Mom came to get me and when we got home she gave me a half a honey and white bread sandwich.

Yes, that’s right.

Honey and white bread.

Is there really any doubt as to my struggle with weight?????

Anywho, after eating my sandwich I experienced a miraculous recovery.

So back to school I went!

Along with a threat to never try that trick again!!

It wasn’t a trick.

I was hungry, apparently.

But since Mom wasn’t at my house on Friday morning and I didn’t have any white bread for a honey sandwich, I made the executive decision to stay home.

While I laid on my deathbed, I came up with a few essentials for when you’re home sick:

  1.  A couch-bed.  All you need for this is some clean, crisp sheets and a big ole blanket to make the ultimate bed on the living room couch.  And what husband doesn’t love walking into his house after a long day to find his sickly, pale wife lying on the couch under a pile of crumpled Kleenex with another Kleenex shoved up her nose to catch the drips from her stuffier-than-stuffed sinuses.  Very attractive.
  2. A burn-y Diet Coke.  Now you all know I’m a Mt. Dew lover but when I’m sick, especially with a sore throat, all I need is a Diet Coke that burns on the way down!  The best place to get one is McDonald’s.  I’m not sure why theirs burns so good but you can’t beat it. And I’m told it’s the same with regular Coke; though I’d rather drink dirty dishwater than a regular Coke. The added advantage of a burn-y Diet Coke is that all the built up sinus gunk in your throat gets melted away.  You know it’s working by the burn!
  3. A bendy straw.  I don’t think I really need to explain this one.  Bendy straws are just awesome!  But be sure not to confuse a bendy straw with a crazy straw.  Crazy straws are strictly for the healthy; they are way too exciting for the infirm.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have any bendy straws on Friday, which probably added a whole other day to my recovery.  Oh well.  I’ll stock up on my next shopping trip.
  4. A Frosty.  This is perhaps the most important item on the list.  As I’ve told you before, on the rare occasion that we stayed home from school, Me-maw would come by at lunch and bring us a Frosty.  I’m not sure the medical community has caught up to her cure for what ails you, but a Frosty will make you feel better way before cough medicine & Tylenol.

And to make sure that I got better as quick as possible, that wonderful Mr. brought me a Frosty when he came home from work.

He even bought himself one as preventive medicine.

He’s good like that!

See ya’ll tomorrow (I hope!).




Et tu, Jimmy?

What a crazy month December was!

Not crazy crazy (or as the youngun’s say “cray cray”) but just crazy.

Busy crazy.

We’ve had birthdays and anniversaries, parties and visitors, Christmas and New Year’s, New York and county clubs.

All in one short little month.

And boy, are my arms tired!

Oh but that’s a story for another day.

Today I want to tell you about how Jimmy tried to kill me.

Yes, I know, I have all sorts of conspiracies about all manner of different people who have tried to kill me but this one happens to be true!

The day after Christmas, the Mr. and I headed off to the Wonderful World of the Snow People (aka Western NY).  We did ok on the traveling part but I became concerned that every few hours Andrew would text me “have you seen any snow yet?”.  That should have been the first clue to turn that buggy around!!!

But, alas, the Mr. ain’t sceared of no snow, so onward and upward!

Around Erie, PA, I felt the need to make a pit stop but since it was starting to flurry I decided I didn’t want to stop.  I could make it.

Then we crossed the state line into NY and all manor of heck broke loose!!!

It was a complete and utter whiteout and when traffic on the interstate slowed down to 20 mph, I began the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth that goes with my terrible decision to NOT STOP IN ERIE PA!!!

But we finally made it to my in-laws and after a rather flimsy “howdy-do” I ran (shoes and all) into the powder room just in the nick of time!

We had a great visit with the kids and the in-laws and the nieces and the Fierce’s and I think, I THINK, I may have even agreed to host a “Cousin’s Camp” this summer for my 5 nieces.

I apparently was a little drunk on Mt. Dew at the time so it’s all a bit hazy.

With a good visit warming our hearts, we headed back to God’s Country and had only a slight issue with a snow storm in Ohio.  Mistake-on-the-Lake indeed!

But “home again, home again, jiggety-jog”.

After years of traveling with the Mr., I finally bent to his way of thinking and immediately unpacked all our bags FIRST THING and then was ready to veg in front of the TV with our Taj, who stayed behind with my parents.  Side note:  it did NOT go well.

Of course, that brings up the question…..what we gonna eat????

Since we had no food in the house and since I wouldn’t have wanted to cook it even if we had it, I suggested one of our go-to places:  Jimmy Johns.  They have good subs and they deliver it right to the house really fast.


So Monday night, I go to bed feeling just fine and dandy and super excited that I had two more days off ahead of me.

Then I woke up.

I’m not sure what time it was but I believe it was around 1:30 am.

Wow, was my tummy hurting.

So I stumble to the potty.

I get back to bed and fall immediately back to sleep.

I’m awake again.

Now what????

Same pain.  Same tummy.

Once again, I head back to the bathroom but this time I couldn’t decide whether to sit or lean over the bowl.

This is NOT a good situation!

I sit and suddenly I felt light headed.

My head was swimming.

My eyes were tunneling.

All I could think of was “This is it.  This is how I’m going to die”

So I did the only thing I could do.

I started to plead to the Almighty to PLEASE hold me up on that toilet and PLEASE don’t let me fall off and hit my head and PLEASE don’t let paramedics find my corpse in this predicament!!!

You know……the usual stuff.

I finally figured out that I needed to finish up as fast as possible and lower myself from my seated position on the stool to the floor without killing myself in the process.

After lying on the cold floor for a while, I was able to get back up and fling myself into bed.

This is when the Mr. wakes up.

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m sick.”



Then the room goes quiet.

I think he’s fallen back to sleep.


“Who were you talking to in there?????”

Oh, I see.

You thought I was praying silently.

How silly of you!!

Happy New Year, ya’ll.

And steer clear of Jimmy!! 🙂


Hey! That’s Not Funny!!


I’ve hit a dry spell.

And I don’t just mean my elbow; though it’s pretty dry, too!

I mean, I can’t find the funny.

I’m really not sure what the deal is.

I love funny.

I LIVE for funny.


We just got back from NY and you would think that trip alone would trigger some humorous moments,

The language barrier alone should have me laughing til I cry.

Oh sure, there were things that made me chuckle (like the toll taker who said “hiya” or the way the Mr. and his family say “happy” with too many syllables) but nothing really laugh out loud funny.

So if your here for the funny, you best just keep on walking.

Ain’t gonna happen.

Nothing funny here.

Nothing that would even cause you to snicker.

Nothing that makes you snort Diet Coke out of your nostrils.


Except maybe this…….




The Misadventures of the Mr. and the Mish – Part 2

Being a Southern girl, I had to adapt to a few things in the North that were tough for me but one of the hardest was the Shoe Pile.

Aw……..the Shoe Pile!

For those who have no earthly idea what I’m talking about, it’s a big ole pile of shoes found just inside the door of any home in Western New York.  This is a photo I found online that clearly illustrates the Shoe Pile.  I’m not sure whose shoe’s these are but, please, take a moment to gaze upon the shoes of complete strangers:

shoes at door

Now, I’m not criticizing the Shoe Pile.

I completely understand the purpose of the Shoe Pile but it was a struggle for me.  I don’t know how many times I’ve tripped over someone’s big ole sneakers and how many times I’ve kicked those sneakers across the room!!!  I apparently have the patience of my Dad in those situations!!

But while I lived in the Frozen Tundra, I wholeheartedly embraced the Shoe Pile in my own home.

Well, not literally.

Why would I want to hug a pile of smelly shoes???

The Shoe Pile is a very important part of life in the Great White North.  But not just in the winter.  Oh no, most people continue the Shoe Pile all year long.  And, really, why not?  There’s no need to change your habits for those 2 weeks of summer!  🙂

One Christmas, we were going to my in-law’s to celebrate the birth of our Lord with the Mr.’s family and I decided to make a meat and cheese tray for snacking.  I mean, nothing says “Welcome Christ-Child” like a good summer sausage!!

So I get several kinds of cheese, some pepperoni (the log kind, not the pre-cut!  I am nothing if not gourmet!), the summer sausage and some olives.  It took me a bit longer to cut it all up than I thought so we were running a little late and I was running a little frazzled!!!

Of course, it doesn’t help matters that it’s colder than……..than……….well, than whatever is really cold……….I can’t think of anything!!   It was COLD!!!  Plus snowy.  After all, what’s cold without snowy???

We pull up to my in-law’s house and the kind Mr. takes my tray of meat & cheese & olives so that I could waddle into the house in my snow boots and Gore Tex coat!!

By the time I get to the door, it had already happened.

There stood the Mr. just inside the door looking down at a pile of shoes drowning in summer sausage and cheese cubes!!!!

Man, you should have seen the look on that poor Mr.’s face.

So I did the only thing a frazzled girl could do in that situation.

I cried.

I don’t know why.

I’m just a girl, I guess.

Needless to say, all that good cheese, pepperoni & summer sausage went right in the trash.

I just feel sorry for whoever found the olives in the toe of their shoe!  🙂



When the Mr. and I got married, my sisters (Marti & Molly) and good friends (Paula & Penny) presented the Mr. with a prenuptial agreement at our rehearsal dinner.

I have to give the Mr. credit. The guy is sitting in a crowd of virtual strangers (not his favorite thing to do) in a restaurant that serves buffalo meat (exclusively) about to marry into a wacky Southern Baptist family and now he’s given a very official looking legal document to sign.

How he didn’t run screaming from the building is beyond me.

Now before you wonder how many millions of dollars were at stake, let me assure you that I was flat broke!!

Still am!!

No, this prenup outlined things like how often I would be able to travel to KY for visits, what KY events were essential that I attend and most importantly the duration of my exile to NY.

The agreement made crystal clear that it was expected that the Mr. and I would move to KY in five years. Our youngest, Andrew, would have graduated from high school and we would immediately move, lock, stock and barrel, to the Promised Land.

Over the years, the Mr. has taken some good natured ribbing about his total disregard for the prenup. His excuse? He never actually signed it. Little did he know that with these girls (Penny, Paula, Marti & Molly), his signature was implied!!

Never one to be in a hurry, the Mr. finally kept good on his unsigned promise and last year, after 9 1/2 years in NY, we moved to KY.

Of course, we didn’t have a lock, stock or a barrel but we did have Taj so we’ll count him as stock.

This past Monday we celebrated a year living in KY.

Well, I celebrated; the Mr. may have shed a tear or two! 🙂

But today I have another reason to celebrate……..

This is my 100th post on this here blog!!

Hard to believe that I’ve rambled on this long.

Even harder to believe that anyone actually reads my rambling.

So thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me and I sincerely apologize (with my eyes closed) for the posts that just weren’t funny!

I’m trying!! 🙂



We’ve Got Sickness

So we get back from our trip to NY last week and guess what…………..

We’ve got the epizootic!!!

Not the animal kind, the people kind.

At least I don’t think its the animal kind.  Taj seems ok.

I’m not sure how we got it or why we got it or who’s to blame that we got it but we got it!

Personally, I’m leaning toward blaming the Mr. but don’t tell him I said that.

So in light of the fact that I’m feeling yucky and none too funny today, I thought I’d share some photos of our trip to the Great White North.

Of course, this time of year it’s not so white.  But it will be.  Very shortly!!

the Mr.

Brian & Myra

Andrew (aka Grizzly Adams)

Hopefully we’ll be back to our old selves very soon.

Actually I’d rather be back to our young selves but I’m thinking that’s a long-shot!