Adulthood, sigh.

I found a gray hair yesterday.

I'm starting to enjoy NPR.

I reprimanded some naughty children at the park.

I think my parents know some stuff.

I shop using the ads.

I've got 3 doctors numbers in my cell phone.

I try to listen at church.

I worry about gas/travel/food/education/healthcare expenses.

I stopped using all "dangerous" plastics.

I reuse my walmart shopping bags and use cloth ones at Albertsons.

I eat vegetables, fruit, and fish.

BUT

If given a choice, I sleep til 9am.

I like corndogs.

and

Presidential candidates don't interest me much.

I LOVE THIS VIDEO!

You have to commit 6 minutes of your life to watch this, but it's awesome! If you're a guy, you're probably not interested...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QujA8YYgTWU

Twinkle Twinkle

Here's a cute video of 'us' singing Twinkle Twinkle little star. He's being kinda shy, but I still think its cute!

James wishes you all a very happy Father's Day! We did nice things for Ben (including making him Eggs Benedict for breakfast. Note to self and others: Poaching eggs in a pot of simmering water is way harder than the recipe book makes it out to be. ) James and I stayed home from church because he is still contagious, but we feel great, yeehaw! Since the Young Women are 'traditionally' in charge of the ward's Father's Day gifts, we gave all the dads beef jerky and a bookmark. All men love beef, right?

Also, I just noticed the photo in this post in a great pic to compare with the one on the right of him eating spaghetti. They are almost exactly one year apart. My baby!

Well, I started teaching a summer class on the 2nd of June. It meets every day, but its only a 2 hour class instead of the 4 hour class I usually teach. 2 hours fly by and I was really enjoying my students--which are the most diverse group ever. I made it through the first week and by Saturday I was ready for a break. We went to a baptism in the morning and ran around doing errands and such. Suddenly, and I mean suddenly, I started feeling like absolute poop on Saturday afternoon. By Saturday night I was running a high fever and asked for a blessing, please. I tried to go to bed, but it was one of those things that you are soooo miserable that you can't even sleep.

I had a raging sore throat on Sunday morning and I thought it prudent to go to Urgent Care while the guys went to Church. I was in and out quickly with a diagnosis of strep throat. (They did a quick strep test on me which in the Dr's words "barely" came back positive, but when they looked at my throat and tonsils they said it "couldn't" be anything else.) I went home and IMMEDIATELY started the antibiotic and tried to have a popsicle in my mouth at all times while staying as far away as is possible from Ben and James while still being in the apartment. (I could hear James calling from the living room, "dake up, mama, dake up!".)

I had another TERRIBLE night Sunday and knew there was no way I could make it in to teach that morning and that I should go back to Urgent Care. I showed up at the Clinic at 8am on the dot, was the first patient, and got a very, oh, not-so-compassionate or attentive dr. I told her that the pain in my throat was so bad that I hadn't slept for 2 nights and wasn't there something they could do? It was seriously the worst pain I had ever experienced besides labor! She glanced in my mouth and said she'd give me a stronger antibiotic shot and a pain shot and that I needed to deal with it. I cried off and on most of Monday and wanted to die. That night I knew I wouldn't be in shape to teach on Tuesday, so I got permission for Ben to teach on Tuesday ( and eventually the rest of the week). I noticed some sores in my mouth that night and thought that was odd.

By Tuesday morning I did feel a bit better, but also noticed I had a few spots on my hands. (Can anybody guess my ailment yet?) I could finally swallow without a death wish, but basically stuck to water and yogurt because everything else burned the heck out of my mouth and throat. I knew I didn't have strep, but I didn't know exactly what was wrong until I looked up all the symptoms and talked to a couple of ladies in the ward: Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease was being passed around a bunch of families in the ward.

James spiked a fever Tuesday night and we braced for the storm. We took him to his Dr on Wednesday just to make really sure that he didn't have "strep" but after she looked in his mouth and at all the dots that were now covering my WHOLE BODY, she confirmed HFM. He actually is doing a lot better than I did. I imagine that right now he is as moody as one would expect a 2 year old to be. We have every kind of popsicle/frozen treat/chocolate milk/'special' drink/yogurt/pudding, etc as to keep him (and me :) ) from dehydrating. I'm over my "spots" now, and James is just getting them. He was complaining a lot: "foot owie, no walk" today. The Dr told us that we could be contagious for as long as 2 weeks, but at least as long as we had the spots/sores.

So, Ben has taught my class ALL week. James and I are trying to enjoy all the freezer has to offer. I've got to get out of the house soon! I'm caught up on High School Musical, The Twilight series (hey, in Spanish, ok?) Wonder Pets, Fox news, etc etc etc. I'm sooooo glad James got a milder version than me and I'm soooo happy that we weren't sick at the same time because Ben would have been exalted after taking care of the house, us, my class, his work, etc.

Ok, so since I installed my little spy tool on the blog, it freaks me out a bit to see what "key words" lead people to our site. In other words, Stat Counter tells me what phrases people googled and then came to our site to find. Its very surprising the number of people from Great Britain who come to my blog looking to answer the difference between a Hamburger and a Beefburger. What's really scary is the number of hits that I get about "vicodin and benedryl". I wonder if people out there made the same stupid mistake I did, or maybe are wondering if they can take both at the same time for their real problems, or if its a common druggie thing and they are wanting to know doses, quantities, whatever. Or maybe its because I always mispell Benadryl and so do the druggies. who knows?

Vicodin and benedryl are a bad idea. Just say no. Dare to stay off drugs. Ask Nancy Reagan.
Vicodin and benadryl are a bad idea. (I spelled it both ways, so all druggies, both literate and not can get the message.)

The most freakiest thing is that two days ago I got a hit from the phrase, "while he's on cocaine, he's always angry." AAAAAAAHHHH!!!! I KNOW I'VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING ABOUT THAT ON MY BLOG. Who knows. Just so everyone knows: Cocaine is NEVER a good idea. very bad idea.

On a non drug related note:

Tonight James was playing with my phone and I borrowed it for a minute to get a phone number. All the while he yelled, "MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE. MY PHONE! MY PHONE!" When I calmly handed it back to him he stopped and said, "oh, thanks" with a surprised little tone as if I had just handed him an unexpected present. Silly kid.