The Queen's Rambles

Update 1: Erik is not moldy. I know I kind of left that hanging, but then I forgot all about it. I seriously thought he had some kind of fungal growth, but it washed right off in the shower. I think it was droplets of honey with shirt lint ground in. He was wearing a blue-gray shirt that day, so it makes sense. I’m very glad he doesn’t have some sort of skin disorder.

Update 2: Low-cholesterol cooking still sucks. Mike picked out a few things in the cookbook (I am in dire need of a new cookbook) and I couldn’t even eat the last thing I cooked–a tomato-potato-tarragon-orange soup. I am not a great potato cook and I think they were over-boiled, thus creating a nasty, pasty texture in my mouth. What potatoes are good for soups?

Update 3: I wouldn’t say I had a lot of angst about Elsa’s swallowing, but it was on my mind. And now? She swallows. No more worries! Except she now has the stomach flu and it would have been much, much better for the clean-up if she wasn’t eating anything solid. My tummy is feeling a bit wobbly today, too. I am hoping the weekend isn’t spent praying to the porcelain gods. Erik is supposed to go to his first ever Chuck E. Cheese party tomorrow and I don’t want him to miss it even though I don’t want him to go. I realize that doesn’t make sense. I know he is going to have an insane amount of fun, but I don’t want him to know that such fun places exist because he will harass me endlessly.

Update 4: After going to all the trouble (a one minute phone call) to set up a haircut appointment, I walked in and discovered I’d been booked with the wrong stylist. Everyone was very apologetic and they all offered to rebook me with my stylist, but I took the risk and went with the gal I was booked with.

Why?

WHY?

Why do I do stupid things?

I haven’t had a haircut this bad in years. YEARS.

And I’ve had some pretty bad haircuts.

I shouldn’t make any judgments since Aunt Flo is visiting and that bitch makes me hate myself, but really? I don’t understand what she did to me.

Also, spending that much time looking in the mirror was depressing. My face has fallen. How do I lift it up? I want to go to my derm’s office and tell them to fix me but I wouldn’t even know where to start.

Good things! Let’s think about good things!

I opened the mailbox yesterday and saw a fat package. I quickly did a run down in my head, but KNEW I hadn’t ordered anything. Of course, the last time I knew that I opened up a package and found sweater socks. Neat idea, but did not work at all as promised.

Anyway, Jenn recently cleaned out her sewing room and had sent me two fabrics that I LOVE! They scream my name (those who know me can guess the color. I don’t even have to say it, do I?). That was such a nice pick me up.

It’s amazing how few packages we get when I am not constantly tempted by the deal-a-day websites. All those great deals break my bank.

Ok, I see a whiny baby who really needs some meds to bring down her fever. I don’t want to be puked on. Poor, poor baby.