So after 6 months, if anyone has checked this. I'm back. I decided to start over in bloggerville because I can't really link to people outside of xanga and it doesn't have rss feed (at least I couldn't find it You can find me here now:

http://nectarine-girl.blogspot.com/

 

Farewell Xanga...wish you could have changed with the times.

I don't usually make them. When you have enough circumstances fly beyond your control, it tends to silence the Oprah in you.

But I feel pretty comfortable with this one: I'm not matching any socks or folding any tee shirts. Both are stressful to me. I decided that it wasn't worth it after doing a million and a half loads of laundry. Everyone can do their own if they want. Josh already does. He even does right and left matching socks. That's how different we are in the laundry category. My philosophy is cold water. Everything in. A basket for sockets. A pile for tee shirts.

Just went you thought the vomiting was over. No. I couldn't even keep down ice chips. Plus my usual fever was almost 103. And laying in bed does nothing for arthritis except make it worse.

This is the second time in a row during Josh's vacation we've all gotten sick. I feel bad for him. He's been really great. He really has. Evan got sick last night...and I didn't have to do anything. I slept 12 hours and feel so much better.

Oh, did it bring back the memories. Some people look back on painful times with nostalgia. Which I do not. That mouth-watering queasiness...I had forgotten how bad it is and how much I never want to go through that again. No matter how stinkin' cute those babies are.

I remember hearing Joni Erickson Tada speak on time and she talked about how people would say how her wheelchair was a blessing etc...because it gave her this opportunity to speak. She would reply "I'm looking forward to the day when it will burn in hell".