Prayers

Please keep our state in your prayers. Several cities in Colorado are experiencing devastation from severe flooding. Hundreds of people are displaced from their homes, infrastructure has been demolished and lives have been lost. 

Keane and I are safe but we have several family and friends in the Boulder area who have been evacuated or stranded because roads were completely washed away. The last report I heard said Boulder has gotten 12 inches of rainfall in the past 48 hours. To put it into perspective, that would be like getting over 100 inches of snow in two days.

The rain is supposed to continue through this evening. Please send some prayers our way.

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The shiz no one tells you after childbirth

Like moths to a flame, veteran mamas always seem to flock to expectant women in order to share their terrifying labor play-by-plays or graphic pregnancy war stories. I can't imagine they believe this information is truly helpful; they just need someone to commiserate with I suppose. Either way, I hated these women when I was pregnant. I didn't care to hear the tale of an epidural gone terribly wrong, or a story about a women's tailbone snapping while pushing out her baby, or about the onset and treatment of pregnancy hemorrhoids. I didn't want any negative energy affecting my own experience.

With that said, there are some things I think need to be discussed. My intention here is not to scare any of my childless friends from ever getting pregnant (because trust me, I want each and every one of you knocked up, like yesterday), but I wish someone had prepared me for what takes place after pregnancy and labor. These are the things no one ever seems to talk about, probably because they are busy kissing all over fat new baby cheeks. But I want to change that. It's time to get real. Ready? Go.

First, you will not want anyone else holding your baby for a while. Don't get me wrong, you want to show off your new bundle of joy, but you are also convinced visitors will either drop her or give her the ebola virus.

It will hurt to poop for months after childbirth and you will experience PTSD-style flashbacks each time you head to the bathroom.

After having a baby attached to your boobs every two hours for the last three months, you will no longer view those things as anything other than life-giving milkshake dispensers. They want no part of being fondled by your frisky partner. 

The last 10 pounds of baby weight does not fall off simply because you are breastfeeding. That stuff clings to your butt and thighs like white on rice to ensure that if you never have another meal, you can still feed your baby.

In the first weeks after your baby is born, you will dread the nighttime. While it used to foster feelings of peace and relaxation, it now brings with it bleak isolation and exhaustion. You will see the clock read 10:00pm, midnight, 2:00, 3:30, 5:30 and 7:00am while you feed your baby in a groggy state. You will resent your husband for sleeping like a rock through it all. (Normally, you would have said, "sleeping like a baby" but it turns out babies don't actually sleep and you realize whoever came up with this term is full of crap.) You will also do some of your best thinking at these ungodly hours. You may even scheme up ways of selling all your belongings just to afford a night nanny.

Much to your husband's dismay, you will have no interest in sex. The term "Irish Twins" makes you shudder as you question how anyone gets pregnant so soon after delivering a baby because THIS.SHOP.IS.CLOSED for the foreseeable future.

You want to kick everyone in the shins who tries to convince you that you'll feel back to normal after 6 weeks. 16 weeks seems like a more reasonable expectation. Yes 16 weeks. You're still hopeful for 16 weeks.

You think it is very likely that your heart will explode from the love you feel for your child. It is an all-consuming, scary kind of love and you have to convince yourself daily that she is not yours– not really. She doesn't belong to you and as hard as you try, you can't will her to keep breathing while she sleeps. You must give up control and just accept each moment with her as a gift if you wish to maintain any semblance of sanity.

So there you have it– a few things I would have appreciated a heads up on as I blindly walked into motherhood.

Is there anything you wish someone would have warned you about? Feel free to add to the list!

F is for FAIL

I'm giving myself a big fat F for blogging as of late. I've been in a really weird place since moving back to Colorado and I've learned it's not all that fun to read blogs posts from complainers. So instead of subjecting you lovely people to my sorry emotions, I've been whining in private to my husband. Bless him. 

Let's see...we celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary last month which blows my mind to tiny bits. Sometimes it feels like we're an old married couple reading each other's minds (which we are) and other times it feels like we're still 17 year old high school kids wrestling on his parent's floor (which we are). Time is a fickle beast. 

3 years! And my fancy pants!

A few weeks ago, Keane and I saw Peyton Manning in action at a pre season Broncos game which pretty much made our lives. We posed for a family photo before we left.  

The Rays (mama-in-law, sister-in-laws, sweetest niece in this history of ever)

I've been feeling very protective over my time with Keane now that we are living in a house with 6 other people. Since we have very little privacy in his family's house and he has been putting in re-donk-ulous hours at work, we've been sure to do plenty of date nights and weekend hikes to quell my crazy.

The closing on our house is next Friday (yippee!), then we have two back-to-back wedding weekends, then we move! I started looking for jobs and can't wait to get back into a routine once we are settled in. I am a creature of habit and very much affected by my environment which is one of the reasons these last 5 weeks have been so hard for me. Everything is in transition and I feel like I've lost my place in it all. 

So here's to looking up and moving forward! If you need me, I'll be counting down the days until I feel like myself again.

Happy Tuesday everyone. 

xo

An experience I'll never forget

We were relaxing by the pool when I heard a woman begin to panic. "Whose kid is this?! He was at the bottom of the pool! Oh my God. Whose kid is this?!" I looked up from my chair to see her lifting a lifeless little body from the water. I grabbed my phone and called 911 while Keane ran to help another man do CPR on the small child. His lips were blue and dark circles encompassed his eyes. Without any idea of how long he was under water, my heart dropped and I thought for sure he was already gone. I tried to speak calmly to the dispatch operator but found it almost impossible to control my panicked voice. "He's not breathing! He's completely blue! Is someone coming? Oh God, hurry!" Men were cussing, women were screaming and kids were crying at the thought of this little boy dying, right there in front of us.

It took nearly 30 seconds before anyone even claimed the child. A man finally rushed to his side saying he was his uncle. He begged and pleaded for the boy to wake up while pacing around his body. Just then a woman came running over saying she was a nurse. She took over the chest compressions and rescue breaths while we all tried to will the life back into his body. 

After about a minute and a half, sirens approached in the distance and his tiny chest finally began to rise and fall. Water gurgled out of his mouth and color flooded back to his face. He sat, slumped over onto the woman until he regained full consciousness and then let out a wail. We all breathed a collective sigh of relief as I informed dispatch that he was back. 

This happened on sunday and I have yet to stop thinking about it. A trauma like that is hard to get out of your mind. I think about the woman who tripped over his 6 year old body as she was walking across the pool. I think about how small his little head was as I tilted it back to open his airway. I think about his uncle who will probably never forgive himself for not supervising more closely. And I think about that lifesaving nurse who happened to be in the right place at the right time. 

The boy was taken to the hospital for tests that day. There is a possibility he may have sustained brain damage since no one knows how long he was actually at the bottom of the pool before being found. 

But he is alive. 

Life is short, people, and we never know what might happen. Give your loved ones an extra tight squeeze today. xo

Send Prayers to the Rockies

My beloved home state of Colorado has been burning for several weeks now. The mountains near Fort Collins, Boulder and Colorado Springs have been torched, destroying hundreds of homes and causing over 32,000 people to evacuate. The threat of the Waldo Canyon fire in Colorado Springs is so grave that the efforts to control it have been compared to that of a combat operation. President Obama is scheduled to tour the devastation tomorrow. I helplessly watch the news stories from the safety of a neighboring state while thousands of people are forced to decide which belongings to take with them as they flee their homes.

The images are heart wrenching.

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Please pray for rain throughout the state of Colorado and for the men and women risking their lives to fight this firestorm.

Countdown begins

Good gravy this has been a day. I'm off from work for Good Friday but it's been far from relaxing. My goal was to get as much done in preparation for our trip (we leave for Hawaii on Wednesday!!) so hubbin and I could enjoy the weekend together. But on top of cleaning, doing laundry and running errands this morning, I managed to totally erase all my apps, music and contacts while updating my iPhone, have a minor freakout, recover a fraction of my contacts, find worms in our dog's poo (too much?), have a second minor freakout, take both dogs to the vet, spend $200 on medication for said poo worms, and finally get home to discover it's 5:00 and my day off is gone. 

Can I get a redo?!

Today was supposed to be the second of my #hairphotoaday posts but I decided I'm not going to do them anymore for 3 reasons: 1) It seems a little vain and gratuitous to post 30 pictures of my own mug if, in the end, I can't even donate my hair. 2) We will be in Hawaii for 10 days and I'm sure as heck not going to be remembering to keep up with that while I'm in paradise spending uninterrupted time with my mancandy. 3) Regimented posts like that stress me out and this little spot is supposed to be a fun outlet, not a dreaded obligation. So alas, I'm not doing it! 

Man that feels good.

I took a site tour of Keane's building today– it's really coming along! I'm so proud of that guy and all his hard work. 

Tonight we're spending time with friends, tomorrow and Sunday will be used for packing, Monday we'll scramble to get things tied up at work, Tuesday we'll head to Denver, and Wednesday! Wednesday is our day. I can't wait to step off that plane and smell Hawaii for the first time. It really does have a distinct smell, doesn't it? Like flowers and ocean and sunscreen and time-off work. 

TGIF

Fighting the Blues

You've all heard of the Monday blues, right? Well I get the Sunday blues. It's true. As soon as I wake up Sunday morning I am struck with the realization that the weekend is half over and I get sad. This is a terrible way to feel because it can quickly rob me of my remaining free time if I'm not careful. Keane is pretty good about snapping me out of it, but I've come up with a few tips of my own to prevent my funk.

Source

1) Make a Plan

I typically mourn my weekends when I feel like I didn't get everything accomplished that I wanted to. To combat this sadness, I keep a To Do list in my phone for my days off. I realize this might sound a little rigid for a weekend day but it's actually very helpful. Making a list not only gives me things to look forward to like brunch dates with Keane and game nights with friends, but it also allows me the satisfaction of crossing off less exciting obligations like laundry or errands once I've finished them. By Sunday night, I'm able to look back on my weekend and feel productive about all the things I've accomplished.

2) Set Expectations

When Keane and I first moved in together, we had a few arguments about how we should spend our precious time off together. Our expectations were very different– while we both liked to sleep in, I was excited to get on with my day once I woke up, whereas he was content spending a couple hours eating breakfast, watching TV and lounging. He was against "planning" our weekends too much because it was our time to relax, but I felt like by the time we were ready to start moving, it was 12:30 or 1:00pm and the day was half over. Sometimes lazy days are necessary but we've learned to discuss ahead of time our expectations for the weekend to avoid frustration or disappointment. Marriage is all about compromise, after all. 

3) Be Prepared 

This one has proven to be huge for me. Just like I hate coming home to a messy house after a vacation, I also hate starting the work week feeling disorganized and unsettled. It's important for me to have a clean house, folded laundry and a stalked fridge come Monday morning. I'm already dreading my alarm clock, I don't want to dread housework and dinnertime for the rest of the week as well. 

4) Me Time

Taking a little time to pamper myself at the end of each weekend is crucial for me to recharge for the coming week. I reserve a few hours before bed Sunday night as "me time" that I spend taking a bath, doing my nails, reading, or meditating by candle light. This routine acts as a welcomed close to a full weekend. 

5) Stay in the Moment

Each moment I spend dreading the start of a new week is a moment of my free time I could still be enjoying. Sometimes simply recognizing these thoughts and making a mindful effort to switch back to the present moment is all it takes to get back on track.

So there it is. 5 ways I've learned combat to my Sunday (and Monday) blues. Please tell me I'm not the only one who cringes at the thought of my free time coming to a close each week. Please?

Check yo self before you wreck yo self

Friendly PSA: 

Remember when I mentioned I went to the dermatologist last month? Well, she took off two spots that appeared concerning and I got a call with the results last week. The freckle on my stomach came back with abnormal pre-cancerous cells which means I now have to go get a bunch more skin carved out to ensure that area doesn't develop cancer in the future. 

::whomp whomp::

On the upside, we discovered it before it became an issue. 

So! This is my public service announcement encouraging everyone to get your apple bottoms to the dermo and have your skin checked. 

You can thank me later. 

I curse the day cold weather was born!

This was the weather report from last night. 

The situation was almost laughable as I trudged through the snow on my way from the gym. With snow boots laced tight, I carried my running shoes and water bottle with immediately frozen fingers on my short walk from the workout room to our apartment, trying to alternate hands for warmth. 

There is nothing normal about these temperatures, especially when it really feels -15 degrees because the wind is whipping snow and ice in your eyes. 

I'm just going to put it out there that this place sucks in the winter. 

And that I am not a cold weather person. 

There, I said it. 

2011: Year in Review

January 4th marks the first birthday of this blog.
One year ago, I made it a new years resolution to write more often, and decided to create a public place for friends and family to be able to keep tabs on our happenings.

This little space has provided me with an enormous creative outlet.
It's continually been a place I could use to chronicle memories and share stories about our day-to-day lives. I love that people from all over the world stop in each day to read the sometimes serious, mostly silly, and often mundane aspects of our humble lives.
(Hello Russia, Germany, Spain, Malaysia, Chile, Brazil, Slovenia, Columbia, United Kingdom, Latvia, Netherlands, Mexico, United Arab Emirates, Afganistan, Taiwan, and Canada!!! Thanks for reading!)

With that said, here is our 2011 year in review:

In January, the hubs and I ventured back to the place we were married for a winter weekend getaway. We became an auntie and an uncle for the sixth time with the arrival of our niece, Lily, and I toyed with the idea of staying behind while my mister moved to Wyoming. 

In February, we celebrated a dear friend's birthday while she was visiting town. Keane's parents informed us of their separation, we tried out our new mountain bikes, and began packing up our lives to start a grand adventure.

March brought with it new gadgets, reflection on relationships, and an inspiring change in seasons.

In April, we decided I would quit my job and move to Wyoming to support my husband, but only after helping my sister while they welcomed their third baby into the family. Keane made me laugh and I got a second steroid injection in my back.

 May brought winds of change (literally) when I was finally reunited with my family. We explored our new home, got really lost, and I made a tough decision.

 In June, we welcomed our best friends for a weekend stay, then traveled back to Colorado for a serious spinal surgery. I missed my family, and the love of my life turned 26. 

In July, we celebrated another birthday, hosted a few visitors, and I taught myself how to sew. 

I began to fall in love with Wyoming in August. We went camping almost every weekend and exchanged cotton gifts on our second wedding anniversary. 

September! September was legit. We discovered we would be moving again and I attempted to remain present in each moment. We took an epic trip to Yellowstone in the 'Bearded Clam' and I spent my golden birthday on a Harley.

In October, I was mean and we dealt with a major poop-related problem. I started my amazing new job and we dressed up for my favorite holiday with our favorite people. 

I was honest about my past in November and focussed on thoughts of gratitude each week. We also cooked our first Thanksgiving meal all by ourselves. 

In December, Keane made me giggle so often that I started a new series of posts dedicated to documenting some of the occurrences. I continued to struggle with pain and was very proud of my man. Our Christmas went way too fast. 

2011 was a year of exciting change and new adventures. We experienced growth in our marriage and a new take on life's inevitable shifting. It was also a year of physical challenges and turbulent emotions, which I am committed to conquering no matter how long it takes.

I look forward to 2012 with wide open arms.
I anxiously await the experiences it will hold and the people it will bring into our lives.

Wishing you a safe, healthy and joyous New Year, my friends!

and so it is...

Can I ask a favor?

As I slid slowly into that familiar, narrow tube with an IV pumping contrast through my veins, I focused on my breath. 

In

Out

Deep 

Slow

The room was cold. Classical music played in my headphones, attempting to drown out the banging of magnets which whirled around my body. I opened my eyes just long enough to catch a glimpse of the top of the MRI machine inches from my face, then quickly closed them before a claustrophobic panic set in.   


Third MRI in 12 months, I thought to myself.
Good thing they don't use radiation, or my uterus and ovaries would be crispy by now. 
Oh crap, my hands are falling asleep. 
 I wonder how long I've been in here?
Breathe. Focus on breathing!


In
Out
Deep
Slow


Mozart and Bach were frequently interrupted by the tech's voice telling me how long the next set of pictures would take.

"This one will be about nine and a half minutes, Ok? Hold real still."

"Ok," I would respond, as if there was anything else I could do. My hips were anchored down with a brace and my feet were taped together. 

The entire scan took 2 hours.

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My recovery from back surgery has been a very slow and painful process, both emotionally and physically. Without going into a ton of detail, I'm still experiencing immense pain most days in my back, hips, pelvis, and legs. The pain I'm having feels very different than before surgery so we're hoping last week's MRI of my hip and back will shed some light on what might be going on.

I'm scared of what they might find, but even more so, I'm scared of them finding nothing.
Because I want answers.
Answers to why my body feels like it is failing me at 26.
Answers to why surgery by one of the top neurosurgeons in the state of Colorado might have helped one problem but caused others.
Answers to when, if ever, I can expect to feel like myself again.

I've moved through the spectrum of emotions over the last six months: hopeful, encouraged, defeated, depressed, furious.

Keane has been such a tremendous support through it all. He reminds me not to give up, to remain hopeful. He sends me emails throughout the day to check up on me, and holds me when I fall apart on the floor in a puddle of my own tears.

Hopefully, I'll know more next week after meeting with my Doctor. If you wouldn't mind sending some prayers, thoughts, or positive vibes my way, I would be very grateful.

xoxo

Back surgery in 710 words

I have a lot to share, however my wit is still very much compromised by the heavy doses of narcotics I am currently on. I will try my best to make this interesting. 

June 7th:

I was in good spirits as we made our way back to my beloved state. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I saw the vibrant green trees and smelled the still, night air. 

Keane kept asking me if I was getting nervous. Surprisingly, nerves were the last thing on my mind. I knew what I had to do and I wore my game face courageously. 

June 8th:

I have this aunt, you see. She goes by the name of Flow. Every 28 days or so she pays me a visit. Normally, I tolerate her just as anyone tolerates an obnoxious relative. However, this time was different. Flow's timing was so inopportune that she made her appearance ON SURGERY DAY, right smack during the time I was unable to eat, drink, or take anything for pain. 

Damn her to fiery hell!

Luckily I'm brave and had no other choice but to continue on with my morning, med-free.

I made it to the hospital and got another MRI to make sure nothing had changed since my previous one back in December. 

A couple of pre-op appointments later and I was in a hospital bed, getting my IV and joking with the nurses about the irony of the female body's timing. After slipping on a pair of glamorous disposable mesh underwear and a hospital pad which extended from my belly button to the middle of my back, I was ready for action! 

Keane kissed me goodbye and before I knew it, I was writhing in pain, waking up from surgery. 

June 9th-???:

The next couple days are a bit of a blur involving a lot of doping up and nausea on my part, and poking a prodding on the nurse's part. For some reason the doctor decided to give me my morphine through shots in my thigh instead of my IV, so every three hours, I got stabbed. Vital sign checks plus constant trips to the bathroom plus blood draws turned me into a drug/insomnia induced zombie. My poor little body was pumped full of every medicine under the sun. It took a while to figure out the best combination of drugs because some made me itch and others made me sick. 

The doctor said the surgery went exactly how he expected. He was able to free up the nerve by removing two areas of discs and vertebrae which should have excellent results on my pain after I'm completely healed. If he is right, I fully intend to name my first born child after him, even if it's a girl. 

I was thankful for all my visitors who lifted my spirits and took my mind off my body, even if only for a short while.

Sweet baby Cavan is getting so big! I can now relate to his frustrations of having to wear oxygen. 

My sister Lindsey and baby Cavan 

Little Lily held my hand to make me feel better

And made me laugh...but not too hard because it hurt :)

I also didn't think it was possible to love and respect Keane anymore than I already did before surgery, but after going through this with him, I somehow do. He slept next to me on a rickety old cot for two nights in the hospital, waking up each time the nurse came in to give me a shot of morphine, just to hold my hand. He repeatedly told me he was proud of me when I was sobbing and threatening to give up. He selflessly held a bowl for me and wiped my eyes when I threw up and screamed simultaneously from the horrendous pain. And he never once complained when I asked him every few minutes to adjust the pillows behind my head and legs because I couldn't get comfortable. 

I am comforted in knowing that I have him to continue nursing me back to health once we go back to Wyoming. During my most vulnerable time, he was my strength and my rock and I love him more than ever for it. 

this bump in my road

This is me most evenings. I lie on the floor with an ice pack under by back and my stim machine hooked up to whichever part of my leg/back is throbbing at that time. I repeatedly shock my muscles with the hope of lessening this constant pain that has controlled my life for far too long. 

A ruptured disc in my lower back has severely constricted the nerve bundle that runs from my spine, down my left leg, all the way to my foot. My most recent MRI has shown that I have degenerative disc disease which is hereditary (thanks Dad!). It means that the bottom three discs in my lower back have shrunk, herniated, and are leaking disc material which has settled onto my nerve, causing severe pain in my back, pelvis and leg. 

My battle with this chronic pain has been going on for 10 months now. Everyday. All day. Although I have dealt with back issues since I was 16, nothing compares to this emotional and physical roller coaster I have been on for the past year. I don't even know how to describe the pain that this injury has caused me. There have been times when I truly thought I would never walk again because I couldn't move my legs to get up off the floor. The pain has completely altered my lifestyle- making it impossible for me to sit for longer than 10 minutes at one time, preventing me from enjoying time with friends and family, and draining my overall energy. I have tried every therapy available: chiropractor, acupuncture, physical therapy, massage, and most recently, cortisone injections. Each time, I would dive optimistically and wholeheartedly into the new treatment which was promised to provide relief. Each time, I was left feeling disappointed and frustrated. 

Most of the time, I am able to push through the pain. I go on hikes and mountain bike rides with Keane, sit and have dinner with friends, and go to work like any other normal person my age. I choose to hold back my tears until I am alone or feeling particularly sorry for myself. But other times? I am angry because I am 25 and will likely battle this for the rest of my life. I am jealous of all the people who get to watch a movie in the theater or sit on an airplane without wanting to die from stabbing pain. I am concerned I won't be able to have kids because I can't see how I could possibly get them in and out of cars, lift them into cribs, or have the energy they require when my body simply refuses to work. 

I hesitate even putting these thoughts in writing because it makes them real. I try never to think negative thoughts because I believe what you focus on grows. So instead, I do my best to focus on health and wholeness. I affirm daily that I am strong and pain free- that my back is healed. And I will continue to say these affirmations and pray for recovery every day. 

I do, however, believe that I need to be realistic about my options at this point. I met with two Neurosurgeons in Colorado a few months back who both recommended I exhaust every possible therapy before considering back surgery since I am so young. Well, I have tried everything and I am done living like this. In June, I will have a back surgery. I am, again, optimistic. and scared. and excited to have my life back. My recovery will be long and I will give up much of the freedom I looked forward to here in Wyoming, as I will be bound to the couch for some time. But I am positive that I will regain both my body and my spirit and I will have grown from the lessons this process taught me. 

I ask for thoughts and prayers during this bump in my road. <3

and so it is...

As of recent

Tomorrow, I will be reunited with my lover and my dogs after a loooong 18 days apart. I am so ready to be in the comfort of his arms and our bed once again. These last couple days have been Crazy with a capital C. 

On Wednesday, I got a second cortisone shot in my back as a last ditch effort to avoid surgery. I slept off the drugs most of that day and night. Thursday morning I awoke to some really fuzzy vision in my left eye. I didn't think much of it and continued eating breakfast until I caught my reflection in the mirror. Oh.My.Lord. My left pupil was so dilated that no part of my iris was visible, and my right pupil was smaller than I had ever seen it. I freaked out a  little bit, wondering if I was having a reaction to the cortisone shot or any meds I had been on the day before. I called the doctor who did my injection and she recommend I go to urgent care right away. 

After spending the morning in urgent care, I was told my severe pupil dilation was caused by the scopolamine patch they put behind my ear the day before to prevent nausea after my procedure. The muscles in my eye were temporarily paralyzed from the drug entering my blood stream and my pupil would likely not return to its normal size for several days. 

Thankfully there would be no long term damage to my eye or vision and I just had to ride it out. Each time Keane called to see how I was doing, I broke down in tears because I all wanted was for him to be by my side. It was a scary few days but I'm doing much better now- my pupil is almost back to it's normal size and my vision and sensitivity to light has improved dramatically. 

Today, Kyla and I had some fun with Lily and dressed her up for a photo shoot. 

Get ready for some serious cuteness:  

She was such a good sport but made it very clear when she had had enough. 

Look at those cheeks! mmmm mmm.

The time I got shot in the back

Yesterday I got a cortisone shot in my spine. Keane took the day off work to be my chauffeur and male nurse since I was under conscious sedation. After the procedure, the doctor sent us on our way. I made it about 5 minutes down the road before the extreme nausea and shakes set in. Keane pulled over on the side of the highway while I threatened to vomit in a plastic Wendy's bag. I began to feel better after taking a few bites of his french fries and sipping some water. 

I spent the rest of the day napping on the couch while my murse did some yard work with the dogs. By late afternoon, I was feeling pretty good so he decided to go mountain biking. 

Here's me looking and feeling at the top of my game. 

Once Keane got home, I helped him make enchiladas and we watched Dinner for Schmucks. I'm taking tomorrow off too but Keane is back to work so I'll have to figure out some stuff to do to occupy my time.  It shouldn't be hard with RedBox right down the street.  

Baby It's (bitterly, terribly, miserably) Cold Outside

This is what is looks like right now where we live:

At least someone's enjoying it.