Catching the Cold

Yesterday was biiiiiizzze! (Busy. But typed "buuuuussssyyyyy" would be sounded out as Busey. As in Gary Busey. And it wasn't Busey it was Busy.)
I went into work a little earlier than usual because January is my most overloaded month. Which is why it is ranked 1 among all the other months. My January's are spent doing quarterly payroll reports, W2s, 1099s, and answering ridiculous tax questions for ridiculous people. (FYI You cannot deduct your child's lunch money, trips to the salon, or vet bills and you cannot claim any pets as exemptions. Real questions, guys.)
I took a 10 minute lunch break and ate some apple sauce and chips. My baby is getting so many good nutrients, I'm an awesome mom. Then back to the grindstone.
That whistle blew and I changed outfits from accounting Patty to janitor Patty and got to cleaning the building. (I normally clean on Wednesday but switched due to prior obligations.) So I get to scrub a dubbing and finish by quarter to 7. 15 minutes to drive back to go to Young Women.
I was late. Whatever. We went to the Indexing Center, which was really spectacular- and BIG! That lasted until about 9. I go home and Ken's sitting in the car in the driveway. I park and he asks me to get in. I do and off we go to Walmart.
He needs a filter for the furnace. My interest is piqued.
Why at 9:00 at night do you want to replace the filters, my sweet?
Well- the furnace isn't working. As in not blowing hot air into our home to warm it. As in it's going to be cold when we get back.
Cold was an understatement. It was beyond cold. I was wearing gloves. I wished I could have camped out at Walmart all night. The filter did nothing. I took out the owners manual and showed Ken the troubleshooting pages- which he didn't need since he knew he already tried all of them without even reading what was on the page. (He's just that smart.) We concluded the furnace was broken and we'd call Kelly to fix it.
I suggested Ken call Kelly immediately. I mean it's not THAT late. Ken said it could wait until morning. Needless to say I froze last night and woke up this morning with cold eyes and a sore throat.
I was fully FULLY clothed for bed too. Long johns, flannel pajamas, socks, gloves, and a robe. Cold. That darn furnace is still not making a sound.
Ken did call Kelly today and he's coming over tonight to look at it. I hope it's something like "Oh, you just need to flip this switch a couple times and she'll be up and running" and not something like "You need a new one. That'll be $10,000." For now- I am not really looking forward to going home tonight.
Maybe Ken will be a doll and snuggle me all night until the heater works again.

Phenomenal Cosmic Powers

You know when your playing those question games and the question comes up "If you could have any super power what would it be?" I always say "Invisibility." I think being invisible would be awesome. Not to spy on people- but to live my own life secretly. But lately- I've been thinking I've been wishing for the wrong super power.

I've been struggling with my hair do for awhile. I really don't know how to fix my hair. Like at all. That is why it is the same. Every. Day. Today I mixed it up and put it in a low pony. WATCH out! I look at pictures of my sisters and I'm like, "They get it. They've GOT it!" It's phenomenal the hair on these women. Great Hair and Bradley Girls go hand in hand... 4 out of the 5 times.

Here's Krissy: She's rocking the just above the shoulder, super trendy look. Never a crease from the straightener- perfectly shiny. Enviable.Victoria has a mane of hair. It's thick, luscious, and she doesn't have to do a thing to it. She wakes up, showers, leaves, and in 15 minutes it's dry and fabulous. Incredible.
Julie has the longest, most super-model looking hair I've seen. It's like- she walks around and her hair flows like there are fans blowing on it. Like a photo shoot. Phenomenal.
Andi's hair always looks like a million bucks. It's full and fun. She'll have it super straight one day and curly piled on top of her head the next. Andi's hair is the hair where she doesn't like it in her face so she'll grab a pony tail and without a mirror throw it up and she looks ready for the Oscars. Oh, if only it were me.
Then there's mine. I seriously cannot find a picture where my hair looks good. Or different. It's always the same. Down, sorta straight, really limp, ugh. I just tell my picture self... put it in a pony tail! Save yourself! Oh how frustrating.

From now on... I am changing my answer to that question. If I could have any super power it would be killer hair that is completely effortless. I know it's already in my genes.

Book Worm

I am reading the most wonderful book right now. Ken's been on my case about my reading selection. We all know I had a hard time parting with Harry Potter. I went into a reading depression after I finished reading them. I tried other books- but everything seemed like such a drag. After a year of lousy books- I caved- and read Harry again. I was elated. Ken made fun of me and said there are more good books out there. No. There's not, babe. I read Wicked. Not good. I still can't figure out how they make that book into a musical. I read Secret Life of Bees- it was okay... but there were no wizards in it. Read Twilight and realized there was no point in reading if it's not Harry Potter. I didn't read anything for about a month. Then, I read Me Talk Pretty One Day. I really enjoyed that! I saw myself coming out of my slump. I tried another book by David Sedaris, Engulfed in Flames. Not as good... back in. You're seeing the trend. It went on and on. And it's continued.
But then, alas, I became impregnated. This opened up a whole new world of reading. Baby books. What to Expect When You're Expecting is a gem. Truly a gem. A go-to know it all book. But let's be honest, not a real thrill to read. An excellent reference. I've read about 25 baby magazines cover to cover. I like those little articles and I learn a lot from them. And then I found my mecca. It's called Your Baby and Child by Dr. Penelope Leach. Ms. Leach (MD) has a rather witty sense of humor. She'll throw one liners at cha when you least expect it. The book is a smooth, relaxing, easy read and so informative. I'm learning things I didn't even learn from What to Expect! I know, right! What makes this book what it is- is that it is written from a baby's point of view. Not all gaga googoo. But she imagines what a baby must be feeling immediately after birth, the first time nursing, trying to fall asleep. I know there is no proof of what babies are feeling because they can't share that with us- but it just makes so much sense. It's a real eye-opener. What to Expect talks all about us as moms. Your Baby and Child turns the focus to the baby. The birth is not about you-it's about your baby. So obvious... but I've been so oblivious to it. (obvious and oblivious are really similar looking words.) The books about 800 pages long. It goes from birth to 5 years old. I recommend it to everyone raising kiddos.

And, in closing, I am always looking for a good reading recommendation.