My life for the last week in fast speed- "Cough. Cough. Croke like a 70 year old smoker man. Cough. Choke. Croke like a 13 year boy going through puberty. Lord just take me now. Cough. Cough" What I thought were preggo-induced allergies from all this pollen apparently evolved into a horrible chest cold. Today-finally- I'm starting to feel like a normal 25 year old gal again, and sound like one too WOOHOO!
Due to the whole coughing up a lung and not wanting to be around little Winter with whatever I had, I sadly missed my cousin Kevin's daughter Katrina's 5th birthday on Saturday which was such a bummer. Not so much that I missed a bunch of crazy wild screaming 4&5 year olds hyped-up on sugar (even though I totally did miss seeing that), I missed the family get together. These days, I think because I've been so used to seeing my cousin practically every other weekend for- well since I moved to college in 2003 minus a few months here and there- I hate missing them. The parties and gatherings have gotten fewer in the last year, obviously with Winter's health concerns, so I cherish the times we do all get together more than I used to. And as the time comes closer for Hubs and I to move away, whenever that may be, well it just makes me appreciate my family more. The older I get, and the closer I get to the reality of starting my own family, I realize more and more how very blessed I am with my family. Naturally, I'm a pessimist- which I have always termed "a realist." I stress. Its what I do. I fight the black cloud hovering above tooth and nail, but sometimes it just wins. But that doesn't stop me from trying to conquer it daily. The Giant-eh-he's more of an optimist. Let's just say that height is NOT our only major difference! You know how some people get married and just somehow morph into the same person in two bodies-- yeah-- that's not us. But that's for a whole other time. Back to me. :)
Instead of birthday partying, I did a little shopping on my own while Mike played golf. I might have even snuck into Babies-r-Us for a little baby dreaming too. But, no I did not buy anything! My superstitious side has surfaced again. I am refusing to buy anything baby yet because one- for practical reasons- we don't have anywhere for extra stuff right now and two- for superstitious reasons- the minute I buy something pink- a little peepee is going to pop out of nowhere on her and then I'm just up a creek covered in pink. Its the same logic as its bad luck to try on a wedding dress before you are engaged--which now that I think about, I might have done. Denny? Mom? Well I'm not sure and I guess I got engaged either way, but anyways... no baby buying until at least next week.
Sunday was a fabulously sunny chilly day on a bridge. We met up with my "adopted brother" as I've always refered to him Mikey who is also now the father of our god-daughter Jessica. the pictures below are of our "fishing adventure" which included very little adventure and even less fish. It was chilly but we held our ground on the James River Bridge, keeping our poles in the water without a single dang bite! Hadn't been fishing since I was a kid, well I can't really even say I fished. I was more of a bystander. I sure as crap didn't touch the squid bait, nor did I even put my own pole in the water...hmm... well I took a picture holding it so that counts right? Me and my flipflops in 60 degrees over choppy water with a cold and no voice-genius. But, I guarantee we'll be out again sometime soon. I will catch a fish- I mean on my line on the pole I don't put in the water, or bait, or reel in. But it will be mine ;).
AND, I almost forgot the most important part of my sick week! MY DAD WON!!! YAY Dad! As I mentioned in a previous post, my dad was rerunning for his position as Chairman of the Roanoke Valley Republican Committee. It was a hairy race with a lot of interesting challenges, but he nailed it! I mean-shoot-my family don't raise no losers- if they did, theyda named us Dr. Quinn and Medicine Woman. (Name that movie! Anyone?) Sorry- but really- he is amazing. He won 3/4 of the vote! You can just call him Landslide Bailey! Big applause to everyone involved cause it definitely was a team effort. Grassroot elections sometimes get overlooked, but they truely are the foundation of our political system. It takes about ten time the effort to get a vote in grassroots just because people don't understand or appreciate the process. Wish I could have been there Dad! I'm so proud of you Skipper. ;)
