Not So Back Afterall...

Well, I recently posted that I was back from illness and that The Mad Monk had opened the can of proverbial Blogworms with me. How wrong I was.

It is day Day 30 in such said illness. Just when I thought I was better...I wasn't. I wish that my desire to post had not waned in this illness, but unfortunately it has. It has something to do with my horizontal position on the couch and the angle of the non-laptop computer sitting on the desk. It may also have something to do with the horrific amount of medication I am on so that I may simply breathe. One of which is the reason that I am blogging at 5:25 am because it can interfere with sleep. I have been awake and unable to go back to sleep since 2:45am.

I am, however, thankful to be enjoying the sound of a pounding rain. This is a sound that has not been heard in these parts of Texas for a long time. God is good and I am so glad that in the middle of this discouraging time I can still find reasons to praise Him and give Him the glory.

For those out there in blogdom that do take the time to read, please be patient. I will hopefully be feeling much better in a week or so. The Mad Monk has been busier than a one-armed paper hanger at work and he has been pulling double duty around the house because of my non-ability to perform lately. His blog has suffered as well. This is not to say that plenty of blog fodder has not occurred around here because trust me...it has. We've just been too sick or tired or sick of being tired or tired of being sick to post about it.

Prayers are optional, but appreciated.

Rom 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Resolutions and such...

In the past few years I have not made New Year's resolutions. Well, okay I have. I made a resolution not to make a resolution. I am actually torn on the issue. I know I'm late in posting this, but give me a break, I've been down with bronchitis for WAY too long. I agree with making goals, but resolutions just sound so...so...so....resolute.

So, I broke my own rule. I made a resolution. I resolved that I was going to be more organized. Now, if you've looked over my blog very much you know this is an issue with me. As I have struggled with this issue for years, I felt it was high time to take the proverbial bull by the horns and really become aggressive with this problematic trait. So what happens? I end up sick and essentially on my back for the first two weeks of the New Year. This is what happens when I make resolutions. Alas, it is my curse I'm afraid. And so, the quest for organization proceeds with reckless abandon...uh...that's rather oxy-moronic, huh?


On another note...the MadMonk has opened a can of Blogworms. Since my doggone funny post about him a few weeks back he has suffered at the hands of my blog readers and more importantly our dear brothers and sisters at church. This blogger found it so funny he posted on it and linked to both our blogs. Needless to say, his pride is suffering. So, how does he respond? He retaliates against me by opening a can of Blogworms with a post about me shooting a b.b gun at the squirrels in our back yard. He's grasping at straws. Nothing and I mean n-o-t-h-i-n-g that I do could possibly be as funny as what he did!

The war for blog fodder has begun at CastleMonk. Even the mini-Monks are running through the house yelling "Blog that!". It's rather frightening. So I would imagine that the next few months around here are going to be interesting. At least until The Mad Monk feels avenged. Bark! Bark!, honey.

Shheeeee's Baaaaaack!

Fear not, blogdom! I have returned. Actually, I haven't officially returned because I'm not actually going to post a whole lot at the moment. I'm just letting all of my adoring fans (snort!) know that I haven't kicked the bucket or given up on blogdom. I've just been dern sick is all! So cross your fingers and hope to....er....hope for pie --- because I'm back!

My Alter Ego

I have a confession to make. I have an alter ego.

Let me say first and foremost, I love my role that God has so graciously given me. My duty to God in serving my family would cause a lot of women to scoff and mock. Me? I say, bring it on. Which leads others to scratch their heads when they discover my...Dun! Dun! Dun! (that was supposed to be my dark music)...alter ego.

While I love and embrace being a wife and mother, my alter ego would cause most women in Reformed circles to shudder at the mere thought. A side that usually shocks and bewilders other men. A side that The Mad Monk finds ...well...um... I haven't used this kind of language since public high school, but here it goes...... totally COOL!

I love College Football.

There, I said it. I unabashedly proclaim my love for the barbaric game that involves a spherically shaped pig skin and big men bashing their heads together. I can't help it. It has to be some kind of genetically, mutated gene. I've tried to shake the habit, but when I hear the words "Big Ten" I'm drawn to the television like Martha Stewart is to prison ..er..I mean a room full of pretty flowers.

Whew! Now that my secret is out, let me just say...Did you all watch that game last night? Longhorns 41. USC 38. Hook'em Horns! Wow! What a come from behind victory for my Longhorns. Vince Young was just incredible. Not only passing for over 200 yards, but rushing for over 200 yards as well!

We almost went to bed when Texas was behind by 12, but we my ds and I (not The Mad Monk) continued to show our support on our favorite team. Where was The Mad Monk, you ask? Oh, well he did what he normally does during a sporting event when his team is pressed for luck in a tight spot. He tucked tail and ran. Yep, I believe his exact words were, "I'm going to bed". Not until he heard our whoops and hollers (as much as one can with bronchitis, of course) when Texas closed in on the score did he come back to the room to watch the final 3 minutes. Of which, in my humble opinion, the last 19 seconds will go down in college football infamy!

There you have it. I love college football (not professional). I love the Texas Longhorns (not the Dallas Cowboys). And I love a great game like the won that was played last night!

...maybe tomorrow I'll post some of my favorite football friendly recipes.

side note: I love my sweet hubby despite his inability to watch his favorite teams in a pinch. He understands my ultra-competitive personality and loves me anyway. In his defense, he did buy me medicine and put the mini-Monks to bed last night. He's a great guy...just a wimpy fan!

Delirious

It is 1:22 a.m. and I am blogging. Why, you ask? Because I went to the dr. today and I do in fact have bronchitis. Yuck! I'm also hacking my brains out and can't sleep. This is where the delirium comes into play.

I haven't slept well in days. I've been pretty jovial through the whole ordeal. However, my sleep -deprivation-sense-of-humor power packs are depleting fast. No longer will I find The Mad Monk's "so why don't ya cough up the other lung, honey" comments funny anymore. The mockery I've received from my children concerning the fact that I have no voice and when I do I sound like a bonified, two pack a day, life-long smoker, will no longer be nearly as amusing as it was days ago. Even the elfish pharmacy clerk at Wal-Gr**n's sniggered at my hoarseness today. Shame, shame to you all! As the old saying goes: If Momma ain't happy; ain't nobody happy. That's me. Beware.

It also doesn't help that Texas is breaking record highs for this time of year and we had a high of 84 today!! Sweating and coughing are two things that do not work simultaneously. The Mad Monk has yet to be convinced of my pleas to move North. I have decided that tomorrow I will make my own "North" and crank up the AC so we can wear the sweaters and sweatshirts we all received for Christmas.

I wish I had Amy's attitude concerning this particular illness. And she's expecting! I would love to be expecting -- just not with bronchitis. I'm a wimp, I know. I'm rambling and digressing so much now that I'm not even following my own post. I bid you all adieu and good-night.

Pro 21:9 It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.

Does this verse apply to a woman suffering from cold-enhanced-sleep-deprivation-delirium?

Ringing in the New Year

Happy New Year everyone! I can officially say that I haven't blogged since last year! Don't you hate it when people go around saying they haven't done this or that since last year? Nah, me neither. It is actually a game of sorts around CastleMonk.

Honestly, I can say that I have been sick since last year. Not fun. I considered going to the dr. Friday and couldn't get an appointment. I considered going to the after-hours clinic Saturday and decided I could wait until Monday. Well, guess what? All dr.'s offices are closed today for the New Year! ACK! Don't they realize there are sick people in blogdom who need to get well?!

I am sorely regretting that I didn't make an attempt to go on Saturday because for the most part, I've been on my back since Saturday night. The Mad Monk is referring to my cough as a seal bark. He is also asking me when I plan to cough up my other lung. He is trying to persuade me into going to the urgent care clinic, but I refuse because I don't want to spend that kind of money. Probably not the smartest time to become a tightwad I know. I just keep telling myself that the dr. will be open tomorrow.

The biggest disappointment to me in being sick is that I didn't get to attend Worship services again yesterday. I say again because it marks the 3rd Sunday in a row that I haven't been in the Worship service. The first time was when we were at church and the miniest-Monk began to throw-up so we had to leave. Then on Christmas day I had to stay home because another mini-Monk had been vomiting as well. And now....me.

To some extent it feels like a spiritual drought. I haven't heard the Word preached and I am missing it. I also miss the music and the fellowship with dear friends. I understand now why in Hebrews we are instructed not to forsake not the assembling of ourselves together. We need the Word, we need the fellowship, but more importantly we need to worship God and bring glory to Him.

For whatever reason CastleMonk seems to be going through and extended period of illness. It is my hope and prayer that even though I want God to bring it to a close, I want more to remain faithful to Him and bring Him the glory despite the "drought".

May that be our desire for all of 2006! Happy New Year!