crucible of ennui

Apparently I didn’t have a milder version of what Catherine had. I am horribly sick. Went to the doctor yesterday after suffering all weekend and left with a script for über-antibiotics. Takeaway words: mini-tonsils and pus. I’m not going any further on the details. It’s grody.

I totally need soup. And either Warcraft or Little Big Planet. Or a cool action movie.

Speaking of action movies. I love Demolition Man. LOVE IT. Can’t get enough of it. If it’s on, I’m watching it. Enhance your calm, John Spartan.

I think I’m coming down with a milder version of what Cat had. Thank god I don’t have tonsils, cause then I think it’d be worse. But I’m feeling icky and want to get back into bed and rest.

The only consolation I have is that I look rockin’ cute today. Adorable retro heels and a black/red plaid pencil skirt.

Meh. I may feel terrible, but I look fabulous.

My poncho smells like feet.
So I can be cold. Or I can be warm and smelly.

I may wear cheap shoes, but I do not wear cheap fragrance. I’ve always had a few bottles of something on my dresser – from childhood through the present. Now that I’m older and have the means (occasionally), I’m having a blast!

My core collection is mainly from Creed. 2000 Flowers, Love in White, and my most favorite scent ever, Angélique Encens. These seem to cover whatever mood or season I’m in at the time.

I did have the opportunity to try a sample of Wode by Boudicca. Wow. The first impression I got was you really have to be confident with yourself to wear this. It layers wonderfully and as it wears, different scents emerge.

But seriously, I felt like I wanted to slap my breast with my broadsword as I charged off into battle. But I didn’t cause I’m at work and there’s a no bare bewbie policy.

Yep. She’s sick. In addition to the flu, Cat has some kind of throat infection. The docs gave her 10 days antibiotics, which should knock the hell out of whatever she has since she rarely needs or takes antibiotics. I think the fever may have broke since last night when I went to get her meds at 2 am (omg – 2 am) she didn’t feel warm and was resting comfortably. Woohoo.

So I’m back at work to rest up. Hopefully I can grab a nap a lunchtime.

I’m so glad Glenn is home. It’s hard not having him close when she’s sick. I tend to second guess and wind myself up without having his sounding board available. Now he’s home I can rest my mind for a bit.

Catherine is still sick. Every time the fever reducing meds wear off her fever climbs back up to 102-103. We’re going to the doctor.

Before I get to the soup, Catherine is sick. Babylove has the flu and is feeling pretty low. She goes between the living room and her room resting and reading and watching a movie or two.

Peggy inspired me with her lentil soup and I dug around and realized I had everything to make my own so here goes.

1 lb lentils – I ended up using greenish ones.
8 cups liquid – I used 4 cups beef stock, 4 cups water
16 oz diced crushed smashed pureed whatever tomatoes
1 medium onion chopped
1 cup carrots – I had a bag of julienned carrots left over and just chopped them up a bit
BACON!!! okay… use anywhere from 2 slices (wimp) to 6 slices of BACON!!!
3 tbsp parsley
2 tbsp wine vinegar
1/2 tsp oregano
1/4 tsp pepper
1 clove garlic – minced
2 1/2 tsp salt – I didn’t add salt since I used beef stock. If you use all water, add the salt

Saweet – lentils don’t need to be soaked beforehand so rinse them and throw them into the crock pot. Yep. Crock pot. Add liquid, tomatoes, BACON!!!, everything else.

I’m going for 4 hours on high. I may add an additional 2 hours on medium/low if it needs it. So far it smells pretty good. I had some cheddar topped sourdough in the freezer that I pulled out.

I hope this works and Cat eats a bit. She hasn’t eaten today. She’s been able to keep her fluid intake up and everything, but she’s sick. And Mongo won’t leave her side. He’s such a good and loyal boy.

Me to bff: Remember when you shit yourself?

Bff: Which time?

And that’s why I love her.

Catherine: Oooo – I’m going to marry that guy!

Me: Who? The guy on TV?

Cat: YES!! He’s sooo cool and handsome!

Me: Baby, that’s Darth Vader…

Cat: YEAH! I wanna marry Darth Vader!!

Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, little Cat.

Me: Cat – what’s the worst hockey team ever?

Cat: You.

Damnit. She did it again.

Rotten smartass kid… just like her mama.