I can not believe I crawled out of bed this morning, knowing I was slowly dying from this damned flu and a wrenched neck on top of it for the “blog”. What am I thinking?
I’m thinking it is Monday, and by goodness, I haven’t missed one of Cee’s SYW challenge days since I found it well over a year ago and I am not starting now!
So this may be the shortest (and worst) SYW post I have done, but it is getting DONE! As always, her questions are in a pretty color.
What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
Cleaning the bathroom. I not only hate doing it, I despise doing it. I raised a bunch of MEN (those nasty creatures) and I swear not a single one can aim properly! I don’t mind cleaning the tub, the floors, the sink or even scrubbing down walls. I HATE cleaning the toilet. A person has to wear Haz-Mat gear when cleaning the danged thing…hopefully they also have access to a fire-hose and a sponge on a twelve foot stick.
I no longer clean them. I make George do it now. Once I found out that the ARMY made him learn how to clean a toilet it turned into his job. He tried for YEARS to tell me that “those guys in the movies cleaning the head were NOT the way it really was. He said it was all for special effects”…..and I bought it, hook, line and sinker! Then my baby boy went into the army and when he got leave I overheard his dad (the aforementioned husband) tell him “don’t tell your mother” I nearly had an apocalyptic hissy fit!
George has cleaned the toilet ever since.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
Most passionate? when I am protesting some idiot congressman at his office…………most alive? this morning when I actually woke up and thought I just might survive this nasty flu bug.
How many times have you moved in the last ten years?
twice. We lived in our Texas house for eleven years before deciding to move to Guatemala on a two year mission trip. That fell through but we were so very ready to leave Texas at that point that when my friend Angie moved back to Enid and said “come”, we came. We lived with her and her husband for a year before finding a home of our own.
I still miss living in Angie’s house, even after being gone for three years. We shared all chores, shared the bills, shared trips……….it was just wonderful. It’s great having a home of our own (especially since it will be completely paid off in another eight months), but I miss sharing a home with my best friend.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
My husband…the NURSE. If it weren’t for George I honestly don’t think I would have survived the past week’s illness.He was proactive with my flu. The minute he saw what was beginning he grabbed the necessary medications and went to work. And he did everything with a gentleness that I have honestly never experienced before. His patients are so lucky to have him if he gives 1/10th to them of what he gave me.