Sep 26, 2012

OEY

So sorry for the long absence, my dear friends.  This sickness has totally knocked me for a loop.  Truth is, I don't remember when I've ever been this sick for this long.

The good news is that I seem to have lost enough weight that I no longer qualify for my own zip code, but the bad news is that I haven't had a needle in my hand in over three weeks.

Please bear with me....I'll be back as soon as I can.  Thank you for all of your lovely thoughts.

Coni

P.S.  Both Stewey and Aunt Chrissy send their love and affection and promise that they will continue to take good care of me.

Sep 14, 2012

NURSE STEWEY, PAGING NURSE STEWEY.

You know that scene in You've Got Mail in which Tom Hanks shows up at Meg Ryan's apartment when he hears she's sick, and she answers the door looking adorable in menswear pajamas and a trench coat with just the right amount of hair tossle-ness to indicate that she's under the weather?  And how she sneezes into the intercom and says "I have a TEMPature!"

(The wads of tissues stuffed into her pockets and a few well-hidden soup bowls also add to effect, but you know what I mean, right?)

Well I'm here to tell you that this, most definitely, ain't it.

I awoke Monday with what I presumed to be the flu, but alas, I am (she says while throwing her forearm across her forehead in dramatic fashion) at death's door with bronchitis.

(OK.  Not the door, really.  More like the vestibule.)

But I am sickety, sick, sick and can't remember when I have ever felt so lousy.  I keep waiting for my mom to come in and put a fresh sheet on the couch, set up the TeeVee tray with ginger ale and saltine crackers, and then smooth my hair from my fevered brow with her cool soft hands.

(Considering the fact that she's been gone for 25 years, this would be quite feat.)

So I'm stuck with one very patient, yet exasperated sister and a dog that insists on wearing a nurses' cap, stethoscope, and Easy Comfort white Career Collection Casuals instead.  If he doesn't stop bitching about the fact that there's no official nursing cape for him to sling over his shoulder with his customary flair, I'm going to open the front door and hope that he decides to finally run away from home.

Fear not, sweet friends, for I shall repair shortly.  Thanks to some industrial-strength pharmaceuticals (*) and enough Sobe Life Water to float a barge, methinks I just might live to tell the tale, after all.


(*) I'm sorry to report that one of these meds is Prednisone.  Although not in the same doses at the Great Prednisone Caper of 2002, they are, nonetheless high enough to invoke the "I Shall Not Write Things, Say Things, Or Have Any Public Interaction With Nice People While Under The Influence Of This Stuff" pledge as was signed, sealed, and delivered circa 2004.

(I will, however, be sure to write something in my private journals each day, and if the proper authorities determine that there is anything is comic value there, we'll publish in the interest of not losing all of my loyal and devoted fans.)

(See?  The crazy delusional nutball version of me is coming out already.)

Woo Hoo!

Sep 7, 2012

AUNT CHRISSY STRIKES AGAIN



Tol-ja I was ready for Fall....

Sep 6, 2012

A MIGRAINE HAIKU (FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE ON A RANDOM THURSDAY)

tired cranky mess
stewey ready for a nap
oh, my throbbing head



Sep 3, 2012

C'MON, FALL

Anybody else ready for 54 degrees, sweatpants, crockpot cooking, and the smell of leaves in the air?

I know I am.

Thank you for all of your lovely best wishes for my survival.  I'm happy to report that I did indeed live to tell the tale and that it looks like all of this clean living is paying off.

I spent the entire day up in the studio (despite the beastly heat and humidity), but I don't have anything to show for it other than a lot of empty project bags and some pretty well-organized thread drawers.  As soon as I get my Fall Stitchy Groove on, I'll be back with photographic evidence.  In the meantime, here's a pic of Daphne as I caught her mid-kissy with Stewey moments ago:





Hope your weekend/Monday was all you hoped it would be!    Woo Hoo!