Day Forty-Two -- And I Don't Mean Ill Like Cool/Awesome

Yes, forty-two. There is no forty-one no matter how I tried.

So I missed a post yesterday and I almost missed one tonight. But I figured, if I let myself slip for more than a day, it's going to be a downward slope that leads to posts once a month and then a couple times a year.

The tea party was wonderful and I'll post pics of that tomorrow, but tonight I'm so tired that I simply must go to bed and I'm typing this with a bad headache. For the last week or so, maybe longer, I've been feeling pretty ill at night. During the day, I've been okay except for being out of it from lack of sleep at night. The lack of sleep comes from the horrible pain in my shoulder that bugs me every night until I decide to down a pain pill or two (did two once... BAD idea. I write about it in the blog entry that I've warned people against reading) to get a few hours (if I'm lucky) before getting up and starting the whole miserable cycle over again. I'm going to make an appointment with my doctor son to see if anything can be done about either the pain or the general malaise that I have been feeling. Even right now, rubbing my upper arms (because I'm cold!) hurts. At the same time though, it feels good to rub them. I know. Weird, isn't it?

Day Forty - For Those About To ROCK!!!

I feel horrible right now and at first I thought it was due to my girly time coming on the horizon because I’ve been feeling a bit down in the dumps, but now I think I may be getting sick. That’s the last thing I want and I hope it’s just a weird fluke and I’ll feel better tomorrow.. I really wouldn’t want to miss the tea party, especially after I picked out an awesome outfit for it. Rob says I look smoking hot in it.

Even though it was a slow day and I made little money, it was still a good day. Now that I look back on it, maybe I’m just feeling wonky due to lack of sleep. I didn’t get to bed until after 2 am and had a hard time getting to sleep. Then, at about 4:26 am (I think that’s what the clock said) I was suddenly wide awake. It was not in an “OMG I can’t sleep!” frustrated kind of way. It was more like, “hmm, I’m wide awake. Oh well…” I’m sure it was because I was overworking my brain thinking about today, not worrying much, just thinking. I set my alarm to wake me up at 6:10 but well before that, I gave up on getting anymore sleep and just went to bed.

We had some delays, like the side door of the van being frozen shut, but I wasn’t really feeling as stressed out about it as I should have been. All I know is that I wanted to leave more than thirty minutes earlier than we left so I can pick out the spot I wanted to be my permanent spot for the year. When we got to the market, there was no waiting and I got the exact spot I wanted. I took a photo of my booth, especially because it was set up a bit different from the last time. It’s going to be interesting seeing the evolution of my booth. I’ve even thought of a different way I want to do it the next time. I’ll blog about that on the other blog for sure. Another cool thing is that I actually made something while I was manning my booth!

I need to make more of these since I sold ALL of the ones I had before.

Our tear-down by the end of the day was a lot faster than usual, and it was nice to do it in daylight for a change. Oh, forgot to mention how beautiful the day was after last night’s rain but it was so cold ALL day, I hardly ever took off that warm jacket I bought. It did its job well!

The sun finally came out so I posed for this pic, sans jacket.

Now we've come full circle to the beginning of this blog post. I came home feeling like a wreck, but this is the funny way my brain works: I decided to search for what I’m going to wear tomorrow earlier tonight even though I felt miserable just in case what I picked out made me look SO good that I felt better as a result.  It did work a little bit, but not long after, I was back to feeling bad. I decided to lie down for a bit before writing this blog, but now I’ve done it so I’m going to bed.

But before I do, I want all of you who take the time out to read my blog to know that you rock. You really do.

Day Seventeen -- Sick Day

Another short one today, mainly because I felt a bit ill most of the day. I thought it was going to wear off by mid-morning like my morning grog usually does but I still feel ill even now. The worst part was the nausea but I also felt really oogly-eyed and my head was a bit waa-waa. That description would make more sense if you could see the accompanying hand gestures. I did actually get 2 projects finished today. That made me happy. But other than that, not much went on today.  Frankly, I’m tired and I just want to go to bed.  In the meantime, here are two pictures I took a few days ago I liked the way my hair looked so I took a few pictures.

 I should've written down last night's dream when it was fresh, then I'd have something rather interesting to talk about. Now I only vaguely remember most of it. I was at a cupcake place in Hollywood with my mom where she started shoving them into her mouth before I even got a good look at the menu. The place had a weird name and I think it might be a real place but I can't remember the name. Then this short, muscly, black guy decided to pick a fight with me and I mopped the floor with him. During the fight he did this weird thing where he was shifting from trash talking to a sort of whimpering, whiny talking.  I wish I could remember it more in detail because that ish was cray-cray... so to speak. 

I'm off to bed now.