My Besties!

This post is just gonna be a ton of pictures. It has been a week since we got back from visiting Jess and Griff and their little girlies and I had a blast! If only I could go on vacation more often. To summerize, Jess and I made a turkey, bought some cricuts, relaxed on Black Friday and went to San Fran on Saturday. There is just a ton I could post about but I feel a little sick (AGAIN!) and I just wanna show you what a great time we had!

Our TurkeyFun WorksSan Fran and Sophie!Golden Gate BridgeChinese Name DrawingsIn and Out...delicious!Mia and Me (LOVE HER)Lombard StreetVintage Arcade GamesI only won the race by a hair!Michael is alive and well in San FranPicutres that Gray loves!Awesome Christmas Tree in Pier 39AlcatrazWipeout Restaurant

Mia was wiped out too...PS I need a babyRain Forest CafeMy lovely ladies!
Thanks Jess and Griff for an awesome time. We love you and are super excited to spend more time with you now that you will be Alberta bound!

This is just a quickie post to let you all know that I am alive...I wish I could add that I was well too but that would be a little untrue. While I am finally on the mend (thanks to a three hour wait and free meds at a local clinic) I still have some interesting colors in my Kleenex and my cough is still juicy. I found out I have the worst sinus infection in the universe and that pneumonia is still a possible outcome after all. I have been leaving snotty tissues for the Healthy Fairy to come and take away but alas they are still there is the morning.
So this is my game plan. I have to be 100% feeling way better by November 24 or my life is over. Gray and I are taking a road trip to Cali to see my bestest friend Jess and her family for US Thanksgiving. I am planning to detox with crackers, water, fruit and veggies for the next week and a half. Hopefully that will rid my body and soul of all the toxins infecting me. During this time I will of course be working with the sickly children so I am only breathing in through my mouth when I absolutely have to and I am bathing in sanitizer three times an hour. I think it might work! I really really really want to be better.
If I recall my Thanksgiving road trip from last year I remember being terribly ill with the same sort of thing that ails me now. We took the train back home to Canada for Gray's sister's wedding. It took 18 hours and it was hell. (sorry) I laid awake on the train all night with a stuffed head and horrid cough while Gray slept peacefully one isle over. When we finally finally got home I slept all day and tried to prepare for the wedding the next afternoon. But Saturday morning I was in the hospital while Gray and his family and friends enjoyed an amazing waffle breakfast and got ready. I made it to the temple in time and posed for one picture before going straight back to bed. We left the next evening and I again suffered through an unbearably long train ride only to return to work again. I then cracked a rib and developed pneumonia and stayed sick until March. So as you can see I MUST get better. I am crossing my fingers and toes cause I want to eat turkey with my besties and toast the gods of all better again!

Alas it has happened again. I was sure that my body was prepared for this season but my voice completely disappeared a few weeks ago (it is now back thank goodness) and I am still wheezing and gagging all over!! I believe I have acquired "the nasty" from the little hellions that I spend the majority of my waking hours with. Curse-ed dang kids. I really do need to find a better place to hang out. It all started a few weeks ago when I was wiping snotty nosed Sean (names may or may not have been changed to protect my sanity) and damning his mother to unholy places for bringing him to school when he sneeze-coughed in my face and I knew my health was at stake. And of course now with all the piggy flu frenzy I think that I have been overexposed and under sanitized at work. What has happened to my super immune body? As a kid I remember eating mud on the playground because the boy I was playing with called it pie and I recall licking a sucker that had been passed around the whole class. I am also pretty sure I played with lead infused toys and that the lining in my plastic sippy cup probably could have given me cancer yet here I am and I think I turned out okay. I don't remember ever being super sick except for the occasional bout of tonsillitis and I still have those puppies in my throat too. So why is there all this commotion? Hand sanitizer is a new invention of the past few years and the word contagious used to be only used when referring to members of the opposite sex. I think I am gonna go roll in the dirt and lick a toilet seat. Hopefully I will start feeling better after that.

More Cheese Please

After a small disagreement with my computer I have decided to put things behind me and get back to blogging. (We had an teeny argument about me going back to work full time and not spending enough time together) But oh how I have missed my keyboard and the way my fingers stroke the correct letters without even looking. I missed the dull ache in my right wrist from using the mouse too much. But most of all I missed blogging. I mean I never really have anything interesting to post but I dream of everything blog when I don't. So I am back in the game and eager to share with you the little adventures Gray and I have had these past few weeks. (Again not very interesting but it's my life)

Grayson has had the last two weeks off school and has been busy around the house making shelves and bike racks and cleaning and kind of driving me crazy.
GRAYSON:What's for dinner, Diana?
DIANA: Uh whatever you want
GRAYSON: What is there?
DIANA: I dunno
GRAYSON: What do you want?
DIANA: I don't care
GRAYSON: So I guess I am suppose to cook then? Fine I will but I really think you should be a little more prepared for these things.
DIANA: (gasp) You mean to tell me that while I have been at work all day wiping butts and noses, you have been sitting around here for 8 hours just waiting for me to get home so you could decide to cook dinner! You couldn't look in the cupboard and find something edible to prepare? Do I really have to do everything?
GRAYSON: Uh yeah
DIANA: MAKE YOUR OWN D@*# DINNER!

Don't get me wrong...it was nice to have him home at lunch and doing dishes and laundry too but I just feel the need to entertain him and since I work full days again I am pooped when I go and pooped when I get home. So I am semi-excited for him to go back to school and be preoccupied with that.

We did have some fun though. Last weekend, despite falling temperatures (which I must have missed when I was watching the news!), we went camping. I figured I had such a good experience earlier in the summer in Seaside that I would try my luck again. And I am glad I did because it reminded me again how much I LOVE not camping!
We drove out along the Oregon Coast to a campsite called Cape Lookout just a few miles from Tillamook. Last time we camped, Seaside was like a minute away and after we set up our tent we went out for dinner and shopped and walked on the beach. This time we were a little farther away from civilization. After we (I mean Grayson) set up the tent and I changed into pants and a sweater, we went for a walk on the beach and then roasted weenies. After I experienced an insane amount of smoke inhalation (that stuff just follows me everywhere) I had to trek 100 miles to the nearest bathroom. It was then that I started to worry. I was getting cold and the bathroom was kinda far away and it was getting dark and there were not very many lights and I was getting cold some more. I warmed up a bit making s'mores but by 9:00pm I was bored stiff and cold stiff so I went to bed. It was so early but I kinda fell asleep to the sound of ocean waves crashing. I woke up two hours later in a damp tent with the urge to pee so I pulled out the small flashlight and convinced myself that serial killers don't like the cold. I stumbled out into the fog and spent 30 minutes looking for the bathroom (I passed it twice). Needless to say I was freezing when I got back in the tent but Gray was fast asleep so I complained to myself quietly in my head. Three hours later I was up again with my dang bladder. I sat for an hour trying to decide whether to go to the potty or use napkins and pee in a bush close by. Gray was up then since I was not very quiet and he listened to me complain some more. I finally decided I usually like to sit down to pee so once again I hiked to the bathroom and warmed my tush in the building. By then my head hurt and my toes ached and I was getting restless. For the next two hours I moaned and whined while Grayson told me to pack up so we could leave. Finally I did settle down again after realizing I would rather get frost bit then deal with the wrath of an uprooted camping lover. I suppose I survived the night by dreaming of hot cocoa and saunas. In the morning we quickly got ready and I am sure I beat a record packing up my stuff. I was so so tired but we decided to go to the cheese factory in town. It was fun and very interesting. We also went to Cape Meares and took pictures from inside a lighthouse and then walked the beach at Oceanside. I actually kind of enjoyed the scenery and overall I would give the weekend a C+. We are sort of lucky to live close to the coast even if I do freeze my buns off everytime we go...

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