Another Sicko In The House...........................14/365

Apparently Julia picked that bug up from me, or maybe she got it from a complete stranger.  My mom always wants to know where a cold originated for some reason, I suppose she has this fantasy of chastizing the culprit who dared get her or one of her children/grandchildren sick.  I'll take the blame for getting Jules' sick if it will make my mom settle down.  Man, that woman has more energy at 80 than I had at 40 and would probably punch out anyone who had the nerve to spread their germs around.

Spent almost the entire day inside working, chatting up potential volunteers for the upcoming quilt show and nursing my daughter back to health.  Although now I'm not so sure she's really that sick.  She asked for Jalapeno Cheetos when I went to the store ealier...doesn't sound like that throat is all that sore.  That was my one foray into the real world today, grocery shopping.  Yippee! 

Tomorrow I have to attend my Black and White Block of the Month Club and hang my head in shame because I'm so far behind (I have two completed out of eight.)  Just not that interested in this quilt, the black and white does not inspire me.  I was inspired at one time to make it for someone other than myself, but that ain't gonna happen.  Nope.

Now that Jules is sick I've lost my walking partner.  Walking is just so boring even with Julia as company, doing it alone might drive me to do something desperate like head into Duncan donuts rather than Fresh and Easy.  Trying hard to pay attention to the times when I want to overeat as they are usually attached to either boredom or anxiety.  Anxiety has been at a minimum lately, so boredom is always looking for a way to make itself noticed via a French crueler or Bear Claw. 

I've promised myself that tomorrow I will finish the wall hanging I'm so close to completing and get it in the mail.  Of course that is when the real work begins.  I have two quilts I'm hoping to show in the quilt show, plus I've registered Julia to enter something.  I love that she will get a ribbon no matter what.  I'm hoping she will be encouraged to use the new sewing machine I got her for Christmas for something other than a place to set her backpack.  Alas, she is sick and grumpy and weepy so I'll broach that subject another day.

Always looking for something to lift my spirits and make me laugh out loud.  Found this and posted it on my FaceBook:

You don't wear crocheted Chuck Norris earings.  Crocheted Chuck Norris earrings wear YOU!



Freaking hilarious!

And if you disagree with me, you're a racist homophobe who is worse than Hitler. 

(Just a little nod to my favorite racist homophobe, Greg Gutfeld.)