We were talking about Kanye West, by the way, and Dakota was telling me how as a ten year old, he recognized the 'holy shitness' of Kanye's debut album that I was playing relentlessly. I said a while back that Kanye's music changed rap and Dakota agrees. We both think that Kanye lost himself when his mother died, and we both thought about how Dakota and I were just a team of two for all those years, and what it would be like if the moment he achieved all his dreams, I died- and died of something that he paid for. Psychologically... hard. Really hard. 'Jesus Walks' is one of the most mind blowing, amazing, chill producing and beautiful songs I've ever heard, in rap or any other genre. Just for that song alone, I feel like Thank You. Thank you for that one song.
Lo nla is coughing and then sighing like a little deer, all tucked into her layers of clean blankets. When my kids are sick, I wash their bedding and clothing like a maniac; I think lowering the viral or bacterial load in the things that touch them so often helps them get better. Just a theory. I've been dutifully bringing her everything she asks for from the store- Powerade, chicken soup, Saltines- making her green and peppermint tea, giving her books and art projects, letting her watch an unholy amount of T.V. ( which really gives me mad anxiety.. I can't relax about that even during times like this when I really should ) but I can't get over how freaking ANNOYING constant coughing is. I remember when I had that bronchitis when I was pregnant with Ever- when I pulled a rib muscle, oh the fun times!- I kept apologizing to my family for coughing, and they kept looking at me like I was crazy. Because if it were ME, listening to all that coughing- like I have to now- I would have been irritated. I suck at listening to coughing. It makes me want to hit something. It makes a nasty edge appear in my voice that I have to constantly modulate. I apologized to Lola the other day for barking at her after she half-puked up some cough medicine that I was desperate for her to take so she would maybe. stop. coughing. I've given her spoonfulls of honey but you know, when you are this sick nothing works too well.
Ever was the sweetest little chubbette today. Dakota watched her for an hour or so in the morning so I could do some 'social networking' and check my new pieces that went up ( I have two new pieces up at The Budget Fashionista, one on DIY Blogs ( a list of great ones! ) and one on my teenage search for the perfect jean jacket. ) She played happily through our morning trip to Starbucks where she asks for 'ice poppy' in her cup, because she's blended the words 'ice cubes' (which she's OBSESSED with) and 'popsicle' into 'ice poppy' which just means GIVE ME SOME FROzEN CUBES OF WATER, NOW! Later, I cleaned house for like three hours, played Garden State
soundtrack (one of the best soundtracks ever) and she had a ball just roaming around playing with the dogs, ( ' On Wolfie? ' she asked me as she held up a scarf. Wolfgang looked adorable, in case you are wondering. ) her cars, and a neighbor girl out front as I cleaned the porch. It was such, such, SUCH a nice relief because she had been cutting new teeth for a week or more and not a happy camper.
Meanwhile, I tried not to stab myself in the eyeball with a ice poppy while Lola coughed, and coughed, and coughed. Poor kid. Stuck with me!
Mr. Curry had been working as much as Lola has been coughing. He's literally slaving away, with one day off in almost three weeks. I make his lunches every night and draw dirty pictures on his sandwiches. It's the least I can do.
Meanwhile, my mother has helped me come to the conclusion that my gallbladder is going all kinds of wrong. It runs in the women in my family- my Aunt H. had hers out, etc. I had pains a month ago that went away after a few days, and then resurfaced about a week ago and have been on and off, sometimes pretty bad, sometimes barely noticeable. ( Lola is coughing again as I write this, in. her. sleep. Arghhh!!!! ) I was sick to my stomach after Mr. Curry and I had a BBQ picnic in the park with the kids one night, where we ate burgers, chips and smores. Gallbladder and fat are enemies. So I'm going to do some research and see. My mom says if I dramatically reduce fat in my diet for a few weeks, the gallbladder can heal. Food is medicine, I do believe that.
.Guys, we are still doing the water.org fundraiser, and the donations have slowed as expected after days of this kind of thing, but we really would love to help as many people as possible and meet our goal, so if you can donate or share our donation page on your FB, Twitter or blog, you can change a life/! Not just words, but truth. $25 is clean water for life for someone.
Smootchie Bootchies xo
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