I had a flu soon after Christmas. I was hoping I wouldn't get this stomach virus going around but I think I caught that too. I am going on day three with achy muscles, stomachache, and severe headaches. So far those were the only symptoms but I got tight in  my chest this morning. I am really worried, not for myself but my oldest son who has Asthma. This flu had some deaths related to it with children who had Asthma. He has been coughing and getting tight but so far not sick.

Asking for prayer about that.

I wonder too, what good is a flu shot when I still get flu every year?  I read in this article that they said it is only 65% effective. What great odds. HA! Not really.

I know some are saying its good to try and get them just in case but if I am still getting sick with flu, I wonder if it is a waste of time and money.

 What do you think?

My oldest son is getting involved in school with the drama team but on the sidelines. Leif is there early this Saturday morning to help set up for the play this evening. As my husband said he is a drama stage hand. Leif was on stage in a play in 5th grade though so he has done a little acting.

Why I wondered about whether this is more about genetics. His father did the same thing when he was in high school. Hubby acted a bit but became better at helping with being a best boy and stage hand. Yet Leif didn't have this information before and didn't know his father had done these things before becoming interested in the drama club.

I said to hubby, "he is following your footsteps." That brought this conversation into my head. Is it genetics? I never wanted to be on stage either was happy to be a sidelines person or just help everyone else. I see my son is the same.

What do you think?

If you had no idea that your parents did the same thing as you do now and find out after, is it not more about genetics?

Today my husband had off from work. Since they have 12 hour days they get one Friday off every other week. Must be nice to be a Federal Employee!

I was excited to get some one on one time with him to go out and about. Our big date was to go to the Korean and Farmers market then some romantic lunch, all before that kids come home at 2:30. We got to the Korean food market when I got a text saying Aaron was throwing up at school. So being his mother I had to tell hubby we needed to go get the boy. He was fine once he came with us. We got him a Gingerale and crackers and he said he wanted to go with us to the Market.

He was fine the rest of the day. Yep our date was ruined by a single barf.

That is what my mom called me all the time... I know what she meant. My brain thinks of so many things that it becomes impossible to get anything done right.  I guess she was saying I have no focus.

The only thing I can focus on is what fun I have to do. So I set small goals to get my work done so I can play. I do try and have self discipline.

Even with what I eat BUT When your son makes chocolate chip cookies and the cookies stare at you all day. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE to resist!  Self disciple goes out the window and all my focus is on putting another one in my mouth.

LOL

Today I had give blood early this morning for blood tests ordered by three of my different Doctors. I made an appointment but waited 45 minutes for the receptionist to figure out the paperwork. The lady said she has worked there for 15 years and said multiple doctor's orders are a headache. My problem HOW?

Anyway they took like 6 huge vials. I was glad I got a good phlebotomist. She only had to stick me twice. I have very poor veins. No digging so I was relieved. I have to psychic myself up before hand to even go to do things like that since i have a tiny phobia of doctors and labs.

I was thinking the whole time, while she stuck me with that huge needle, about a character, in a book I am reading, had his hand chopped off. I thought about how much that would have hurt to make myself feel braver. It is a fictional medieval book so there were no pain killers like we have these days. To think I whine so much when I get a small poke in my flesh. I would have never made it back in the day. LOL

One character in my book is a young sickly boy who they bloodlet a lot. (What is bloodletting? Here is a LINK "Bloodletting (or blood-letting) is the withdrawal of often small quantities of blood from a patient to cure or prevent illness and disease. Bloodletting was based on an ancient system of medicine in which blood and other bodily fluid were regarded as "humors" that had to remain in proper balance to maintain health."~ Wikipedia.)   I was thinking about that character too. Can you imagine they did this to sick people? I am so glad for modern medicine. Giving that much blood after thinking about that made me feel better, mentally.

When I got home I felt dizzy and had to eat something right away. It was a fasting test so I was feeling pretty hungry. So while I was taking it easy I web-surfed and looked up some medieval medicines and facebooked a bit. My young cousin had posted about some girls who are cutters for Justin Beiber. They had small cuts all over their arms while they let the blood drip down their arms. I was appalled. I just don't get why you would do that. I know some people have those cutter problems but since my surgery at 5 years old I hated needles and cuts so much. I refuse to get a tattoo like my sisters just because of a needle is involved. Maybe I have a healthy phobia problem compared to that.

So I had quite a relaxing day until I tried to pack away our Christmas tree. When I was done my arms had tiny scratches all over my forearms like those girls and their tiny cuts! Yeah a few of my cuts bled too. YIKES!

WHAT A BLOODY DAY!

LOL

..the less I can dream.

I am tired of feeling I cannot achieve this seemingly impossible dream of mine. I think about it too much and then it gets all negative in my head why it won't work.

I want to open an online store. Yeah simple right? I talk myself out of it every day or I put it off.

So my commitment in my head is bad but I know once I do get a hold I know I will use all my energy to run it successfully.

I just do not know if I can commit all my energy. I get kind obsessive with new projects why I get scared beforehand.

Maybe its just after Christmas blues or negativity from feeling helpless for so long about my life.

The whole immigration thing has me down.

Rambling here....

I have got my new niche' on Twitter for my political activism. I won't burden Xanga anymore.

That being said more happy little trees for you.

My Gingerbread teepee was dismantled with a hammer by youngest son. He declared it still good.

I want to do another one next year.

Taking Christmas decorations down is kind of depressing. I need to find a solution to the black hole of happy decorations.