“I cannot rest,
I cannot stay,
I cannot linger anywhere.”
- A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens

My stomach hates me.  I don’t know why. 

After a lovely lunch at Blue Plate Cafe, I ran to Target (AGAIN!) because the part of Bryan’s gift I actually allowed them to ship to me was completely wrong.  I was SO over Target.  So I waited in line to return it with the receipt I had to print out (because God forbid I bring a shipping receipt), and finally made my way to a register.

The guy behind the counter was very nice and helped me out a bunch. 

So I take off towards the electronics department (which is the place homicides are most likely to occurr), when I feel my stomach HIT. BOTTOM.  But I’ll be damned if I was gonna make a second trip to Target (or was this my third?), so I clenched every butt muscle I had and pressed on.  Bryan’s present and dog food, I rationalized.  JUST THAT, and I can go home.  To my toilet.

(For those not in the know, or “losers” as I like to call them, I will not use public restrooms.)

I find the part of Bryan’s gift I was looking for (or enough to suffice) when I run into one of the executives of my entire program.  With his family.  Of three kids, whom all merit a five minute introduction.  And as I begin to worry that my intestines will burst within me, I begin the five-year old pee-pee dance.  This man, being a father, will HAVE to notice this, right?  Nope.  Kept talking.  What was I shopping for?  Hadn’t I been sick recently?  AH, an out.

“Yep, still pretty sick,” I burst forward with.  “Merry Christmas!” I shout over my shoulder as I waddle toward the pet food.

I share this with you because, last night before bed, we lay on my couch.  Bryan said, “I know you’re gonna hate this, but I have to share these things with you.”

To which I responded, “You’re about to tell me about a bowel movement, aren’t you?”

He didn’t miss a beat.  “Yeah, but it was amazing.”

We share because we love.

If you go to our photographer’s website, quite a few of our wedding pics are now part of her browsable portfolio.

(Cause we’re HOTT.)

So go take a look! (If you haven’t already seen the lot of them, they’re GORGEOUS.)

“Don’t ask what the world needs.
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
- Howard Thurman

I am feeling froggy today.

I wasn’t earlier, but I now feel very good.  I woke up this morning sore in four places.  I know this sounds stupid, but it was four places around my belly.  We are still feeling repurcussions of this stomach bug, and I think my poor torso is tired of my belly being so swollen.  It hurts on the two ribs right under my boobs, and my two hip bones.  Weird, I know.  I’m a freak.

My skin is also mad at my moisturizer, which is odd.  It BURNED when I put it on this morning after my shower.

And just to throw another opinion in on the “curly-haired-people-shouldn’t-use-shampoo” vote, I tried it yesterday.  Zoot swears by it, and she has great hair, so I thought I’d give it a try.  My hair was NAS-TY.  To the point that Bryan said, when he arrived home, “Thank you for doing that while I was out of town.  Cause damn.”  NOW, in her defense, if you don’t use a lot of product in your hair, I could see the not using shampoo thing working.  But because I tend to coat my hair in, like, eight different styling products, I have to wash.  Just have to.

But I tried something new.

We had PoBoy Factory last night for the first time in far too long and ran into everyone.  Dr. Dave was there, the Haan family was there.. it was like the social hour of Five Points.

So I’m feeling froggy today because my New Year’s Resolution has been defined for me.  I’m going to live each day selfishly, making myself happy.  I know; that makes me sound like a bitch.  But things that make me happy are usually pretty UNselfish, so this should work out well for all involved.  But a recent medical issue that I have yet to tackle (so, basically, I just sit and obsess about) has made me rethink my time.  I spent way too much time in ‘06 doing stuff I didn’t love.  Being hurt, being angry, doing shows I didn’t believe in, not making lemonade out of lemons.. too much time, lost.

Tomorrow begins my holiday.  I’m starting my resolution tonight.

Merry Christmas, in case I don’t have time to blog again.