its been about nine days...(ETA: you either really DO or DO NOT want to read this)

... and I havent gotten a chance to blog! My brother messaged me wondering if I was still alive. Alas. Indeed. I am still well and thriving. Hmmm, maybe not so much the "well" part. But I have all of my parts intact and am still kickin.

A few things on my mind today:

Allison Iraheta is the shit. I love her. Her voice is amazing and I've actually bought most of her songs off of iTunes. Okay. By "most" I mean two. "Alone" and "I Cant Make You Love Me."

I usually blog when Colden is napping and all is still and quiet in the world and I get antsy and its a total mindf**k and since I dont have anyone to dish to other than Sundance (who, sadly, has been acting/feeling very odd lately and it concerns me, and lets face it- Cassidy basically just hates me and tolerates me because I refill his water bowl everyday) and poor Sundance can only take it for so long that I have resorted to blogging. Then I direct the masses - via Big Brother & Satan (aka Facebook & Myspace)- to read said blog. Then no one leaves me comments so I think that no one is reading any of this, THUS..... resulting in really awful, pointless run-on paragraphs of nonsensical ranting (ie, see above). Long story short-- Keith has been working from home for the past week or two and he occupies the office during napping hours. Oh. And every time I type "Keith" I always type "Keither" and have to go back and delete the "er" ... dont ask me why. I have no clue.

In other news. I have been kinda sick the last few days. I used my first "official" sick day on Tuesday. My stomach feels like its on fire one minute, the next it feels like someone is seriously punishing my brain with an incurable headache, then I try to settle them both by munching on solid food, taking aleve, and sipping gatorade. Then my headache settles into a monotonous dull roar that is horrible in a completely different way, the shakies stope, but I can hear my belly sloshing with every move I make and then fear that the burp that is caught in my throat is actually arm wrestling with vomit.... its just very complex.

Which brings me to... Adam and I came to the realization that despite the fact we've been together 2 1/2 years, neither of us have seen the other one vomit. Ever. I mean, he has seen my dry heave like a thousand million times (which everyone knows I do when I get really upset or cry too hard). But thats it. We've never been "flu sick" with each other. Weird. Isn't that something you should really know about someone before you marry them? I mean... when my dad barfs the walls shake. But then some of my brothers are "blubblubblub-speeeeeewwww" and its entirely uneventful.

I think its fascinating. Vomitting styles say a lot about a person. Hmmm. I think Christine and I actually had this conversation before. LoL. OMIGAWD! I think we totally did. I love Christine :) Anyway. Same goes with pooping. They should have one of those myspace quiz things about what your vomitting and/or pooping style say about you.

I'm sorry if you actually read this blog.