Oh. My. God.

I have the chicken pox.  Please shoot me now.  This is atrocious. My throat is so terribly sore and my skin is burning.  Oh, and the case of food poisoning mentioned in the previous post?  Peanut Butter Salmonella.  That’s right, I buy Peter Pan Sugar Free Peanut Butter, thinking I’m doing the right thing for my family and I get salmonella from it.  Nice.  Could this be a worse month?  I have a lot to say, but not a whole lot of energy, so let’s just ask the burning question:

What the hell are the qualifications  to be a judge in Florida?  Obviously they don’t require much so I’m thinking maybe I could be a judge.  Hey, I’m from NY- living in Florida, I cry inappropriately all the time, and I could pick up a black robe just about anywhere, right?  And they make some pretty decent jack. Who the hell appointed this guy?

Looks Like I Picked the Wrong Week to Stop Sniffing Glue

Friday, February 2 Joe flies in from California, we run around taking care of business all afternoon. Have a tenant that’s leaving with no notice, the follow up from an eviction, and a new tenant moving into a house. In the evening, Joe, Gail (who drove up from Hobe Sound), Jim and I go to Bella Luna for dinner.

Sat. Feb. 3: Take care of some more business in the day, do lunch at Chili’s with Joe, Gail, Travis and Haley, have birthday dinner and party for Haley’s 9th birthday at home.

Sun. Feb. 4th - Super Bowl Sunday: More property management business in the morning.  Say good-bye to Gail in the afternoon, have Joe over for Superbowl Sunday evening. Say good-bye to Joe who leaves for the airport.

Mon. Feb. 5th:  Wake at 5 am, with the worst case of what I think is food poisoning.  Have horrific 4 hour ordeal - like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Spend all day Monday and Tuesday sleeping and trying to keep water and ice down.  Fight very real fear that I’m going to wind up in the hospital from dehydration.

Wed. Feb. 6th: Feel slightly more like a human.  Figure that I haven’t had a cigarette since Sunday night, so I might as well quit smoking.  It’s Jim’s day off, so we just sort of hang around and take it easy.  In the afternoon, I notice that Travis is breaking out in what looks a little like hives, but he feels ok, so we don’t think much of it.

Thursday Feb. 7th: Travis is covered in what can only be chicken pox.  Take him to the dr. who confirms that it is, in fact, the dreaded pox.  There is a pox upon my house…

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday:  Quarantined so that we don’t infect anyone else.  Good news is I’m still not smoking and Travis is starting to clear up. So far, no sign of the pox on Haley, but we’ve got another week at least until we’re clear of the danger of infection.  We’re going stir crazy. Please send chocolate.

So, sometimes…

you need to step back from everything that you’re doing.  Maybe to examine it from a little bit farther away, or maybe to stop examining it at all.  About a year ago, I pulled colormepink.com. I wasn’t interested in journaling the way I had been.  I didn’t have the time or the inclination. I was being pulled in so many different directions and writing became a chore.  I had the most incredible year, really grabbing each opportunity as it was presented to me.  The only down side of that is that I haven’t really taken a breath since last March.  So now things have slowed down a bit, and I’ve become more adept at maintaining my equilibrium and I’d like to add some of the things that I used to do back into my life.If you’re reading this, I’m assuming that you’ve either: a, stumbled upon this site and have no idea who I am or b, familiar with colormepink and maybe missed me a little.  Either way, welcome and I hope I can amuse, inform, and maybe entertain you a little.