Hysterical, all my friends are obsessed with Curling. And the one—-the ONLY one night I watched the Olympics, it was curling. Found this chart that explains it. To view chart, click on my title to this post and it should take you to it. I think I could be a curler. Except I would fall down. A lot. My favorite part is when they yell at the stone, do they think that by yelling at it, it will go faster or slower, or curl more? It’s a stone. It can’t hear.
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Being Sick
There is nothing I hate worse than being sick with the stomach bug. Nothing. I could say something really super spiritual about it, such as being sick is God’s way of slowing us down, but I don’t think that is necessarily true. Maybe it is in some cases, but I also think that being sick is just that….being sick. And besides, I think winning a vacation to the islands would much better serve the purpose of slowing a person down, then throwing up does.
I would rather have my fingernails pulled out, one by one.
I would rather be subjected to a continuous recording of the Jonas Brothers, nonstop for 24 hours.
I hate to be sick.
I am too yuck to watch TV or do housework. Reading does not hold my interest. Can’t write. Should do scripture work but can’t concentrate. I feel guilty for laying here and being a slug, but room tilts when I stand. The hours go by so slowly and all that is left is for my mind to think, think, think. Oh, and sleep. Some great sleep actually, I have slept like the dead. I look like the dead, too. I just checked after my last trip to the porcelain throne.
That’s enough typing for now, my fingers are tired. Am going back to contemplating why there are cobwebs in the corners of my bedroom ceiling and why I never see any spiders in them. Ever. Or else I am just going to go back to sleep.
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