I just came down with a nasty cold that has rendered me somewhat motionless, but not entirely.
For the past couple of months I had been taking Wellness Formula Herbal Resistance Liquid along with some Emergen-C packets, thinking I had beaten this chronic ailment that has been going around, from what I read on Facebook.
But now, it has gotten me.
So, here I sit, almost immovable, grateful for an internet connection, a couch, and cable. This combination, along with a daily dose of Theraflu and other drugs, oughta get me through this week.
I guess it's time for me to play catch up- writing wise.
LAST WEEK IN REVIEW:
1. Coming off the news that Kim Jong IL died, I reveled in the spike in interest of North Korea. For a day or two, more people paid attention to just how repressive that country's regime is. What else can we do to raise awareness and get people MAD?
2. I waited until December 23rd to start Christmas shopping. I did alright. I only had to buy for my teen nieces who live in the suburbs. I was determined to get them gifts that did not come from a mall. Mission accomplished.
3. I lost my wallet in da club. That's right, I went clubbin last Friday night and now I could add another line to the Katy Perry song, "Last Friday Night"
"I went clubbin after dark, and I never saw a park, lost my wallet on a lark....Last Friday Night.."
Pure poetry in pop music.
I didn't realize I had lost my wallet til the next morning. I stumbled out of bed around 11am and was getting ready to go to Starbucks and my purse seemed lighter. My heart sank. I had so much fun the night before, and now it was ruined cuz someone took my wallet?
I checked my bank statement online and there was no unusual activity on my ATM card or my gas card, so I am thinking either someone turned my wallet in OR it's still sitting on the dance floor between the couch and the speakers inside da club. The club doesn't re-open today until 4pm and they don't have a phone, so I guess I get to go in there with this nasty cold and find out what's up. *Praying it's still there*
In the meantime, I had to race out to the bank, and tell Darnell, the banker, about my situation. The conversation went something like this:
Me: I lost my wallet. I need to cancel my ATM card.
Darnell: Where do you think you left it at?
Me: In da club
Darnell: You wuz in da club?
Me: (putting my head down on his desk), I was in da club.
Darnell: What club?
Me: Somar.
Darnell: That place is always packed!
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So that's how I spent Christmas Eve, running around trying to cancel whatever was left in my wallet that night. But I still think it's on the floor inside da club.
4. Christmas Day I picked up my 87- year- old grandmother in San Leandro and we high-tailed through the Caldecott tunnel, upon a few different freeways, and into suburbia to spend with my family. Total number of freeways and highways driven on Christmas Day: 7. My right foot went numb.
5. The Day After Christmas, I slept like a baby. I felt brand new. I was rested and peaceful. I finally had a chance to clean the apartment I have been cat-sitting at. Then I raced out to da club to see if it was open. It wasn't. Then I got my nails done with my friend Peggy, aka, Pegeisha. Then I went over to my hip hop teacher's, Tati's house for some milk and cookies. Okay, we had meat and potatoes, but it's all comfort food. And then we played word games. Around 9:30pm, my throat started hurting and last night, as I tried to sleep, I could not swallow without excruciating pain, even though I took Nyquil before I went to bed.
And today....here I lay. Grateful for a couch, a kitty, internet and cable.
Happy New Years!
For the past couple of months I had been taking Wellness Formula Herbal Resistance Liquid along with some Emergen-C packets, thinking I had beaten this chronic ailment that has been going around, from what I read on Facebook.
But now, it has gotten me.
So, here I sit, almost immovable, grateful for an internet connection, a couch, and cable. This combination, along with a daily dose of Theraflu and other drugs, oughta get me through this week.
I guess it's time for me to play catch up- writing wise.
LAST WEEK IN REVIEW:
1. Coming off the news that Kim Jong IL died, I reveled in the spike in interest of North Korea. For a day or two, more people paid attention to just how repressive that country's regime is. What else can we do to raise awareness and get people MAD?
2. I waited until December 23rd to start Christmas shopping. I did alright. I only had to buy for my teen nieces who live in the suburbs. I was determined to get them gifts that did not come from a mall. Mission accomplished.
3. I lost my wallet in da club. That's right, I went clubbin last Friday night and now I could add another line to the Katy Perry song, "Last Friday Night"
"I went clubbin after dark, and I never saw a park, lost my wallet on a lark....Last Friday Night.."
Pure poetry in pop music.
I didn't realize I had lost my wallet til the next morning. I stumbled out of bed around 11am and was getting ready to go to Starbucks and my purse seemed lighter. My heart sank. I had so much fun the night before, and now it was ruined cuz someone took my wallet?
I checked my bank statement online and there was no unusual activity on my ATM card or my gas card, so I am thinking either someone turned my wallet in OR it's still sitting on the dance floor between the couch and the speakers inside da club. The club doesn't re-open today until 4pm and they don't have a phone, so I guess I get to go in there with this nasty cold and find out what's up. *Praying it's still there*
In the meantime, I had to race out to the bank, and tell Darnell, the banker, about my situation. The conversation went something like this:
Me: I lost my wallet. I need to cancel my ATM card.
Darnell: Where do you think you left it at?
Me: In da club
Darnell: You wuz in da club?
Me: (putting my head down on his desk), I was in da club.
Darnell: What club?
Me: Somar.
Darnell: That place is always packed!
-------------------
So that's how I spent Christmas Eve, running around trying to cancel whatever was left in my wallet that night. But I still think it's on the floor inside da club.
4. Christmas Day I picked up my 87- year- old grandmother in San Leandro and we high-tailed through the Caldecott tunnel, upon a few different freeways, and into suburbia to spend with my family. Total number of freeways and highways driven on Christmas Day: 7. My right foot went numb.
5. The Day After Christmas, I slept like a baby. I felt brand new. I was rested and peaceful. I finally had a chance to clean the apartment I have been cat-sitting at. Then I raced out to da club to see if it was open. It wasn't. Then I got my nails done with my friend Peggy, aka, Pegeisha. Then I went over to my hip hop teacher's, Tati's house for some milk and cookies. Okay, we had meat and potatoes, but it's all comfort food. And then we played word games. Around 9:30pm, my throat started hurting and last night, as I tried to sleep, I could not swallow without excruciating pain, even though I took Nyquil before I went to bed.
And today....here I lay. Grateful for a couch, a kitty, internet and cable.
Happy New Years!
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