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March 28, 2005


Of course there is the maternal sigh of relief that says I survived another holiday!, but there is also a bit of a hangover effect as well.

And I love holidays, particularly the ones that mean something, but I only wish that - during these times - I could stop the clock on a beautiful day, so as to contribute appropriate attention to the matter.

None-the-less, we painted eggs, dolled up for church, and invaded my mother's house for a meal with all the fixins...then I slept before dinner, as did my foster child.

...woke this morning, prepared Miss Priss for school, and ended up tucking the other child back in after a bout of hurling, sickness confirmed with a 102 degree fever...then we both slept again.

I don't know why it took me until my stomach rolled over and declared itself dead to realize that I too am sick.


And...AND after a weekend of neglecting blogworld entirely, following at least a week of making a piss poor effort, I was actually going to write something of substance today. Really. Well, I was going to make the effort anyway! Hey, tomorrow is another day...

Meanwhile, I hope everyone had a good Easter.

posted by Key on 04:20 PM | Comments (10)

Oh, man. At least you got through church before the hurling began...

We've got the stomach virus over here, too.

Hope you guys feel better soon.


Posted by: Christina at March 28, 2005 04:26 PM

No one hurling here, no cats, no people.

No one other than me to recognize the holiday, either.

You accept what you have, and value it if you're lucky.

Posted by: Jack at March 28, 2005 06:28 PM

Jack, You TOO can be a foster parent! It's really not that exclusive, single parents okay, though you may have to wait til you're actually in the country! ;)

But yes, I am grateful for my miracle child on a daily basis, even as she drives me insane, I know no greater love.

Posted by: Key at March 28, 2005 07:44 PM

Hurling, blowing chunks, talking to Ralph, Huey and Erk is a humiliating experience. You have my heartfelt sympathy.

Bejus knows I've had enough of that stuff lately.

Posted by: Acidman at March 28, 2005 08:44 PM

A wonderful Easter! The Bride decided to blow off Easter baskets, as the kids are older, and were they hot! Skeeter said, "Where's my fricking basket?"

"Don't say fricking!"



Yea, verily, I got to see the resurrection of the Red Welt. I, of course, stay out of these things.

Hope you're feeling better.

Posted by: Velociman at March 28, 2005 09:36 PM

Stay well Key...

Posted by: Sam at March 29, 2005 08:25 AM

Good for Skeeter. The youngest child always gets short-changed by the ending of the traditions. I still want my fricking basket.

Posted by: zonker at March 29, 2005 11:46 AM

I didn't notice that you were sick because you are a mother. You've likely been too busy to be sick.

Get some rest, and feel better soon.

Posted by: jmflynny at March 29, 2005 09:24 PM

It used to be called Easter, but due to inevitable bloat it is Christian Holy Week now. Perhaps eventually the entire year can be swallowed up with holidays, and we will then want to celebrate "Just a Day" Day?

Posted by: werbinox at March 29, 2005 09:42 PM


That made no sense at all....

It was supposed to read..."You didn't notice you were sick..."


Posted by: jmflynny at March 30, 2005 08:27 PM
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