Witch's tits

I dunno. The saying goes "It's colder than a witch's tit". I've never been near a witch that I know of, and nor would I entertain the thought of touching a witch's tit, so I'll never know how cold that really is. But one thing I do know, is it's freakin' freezing cold outside here today! After almost a full week in my jammies, I put on some real clothes today and trekked out to get some much needed groceries in this house. I was blown away (almost literally!) at how cold it was out there! There's a strong and very nasty bitter cold north wind blowing. Needless to say it was a royal pita loading groceries into the trunk of the car, with that strong wind relentlessly fighting to blow the hood of the trunk down on my head! I just hope going out in that crap doesn't have any side effects on this nasty cold I've been down with. I'm sick of being sick!

Olivia

oh c'mon Mr. Blogger! Fix the damn spell check already, will ya?!

It's a beautiful day!

It's nice and sunny out. I hear some birds chirping too. Mind you, there's still snow on the ground, and on my car, and I'm not sure if it's cold out or not. However, all kinds of icky gunky and sometimes a little chunky stuff is coming out of my nose and being horked up from my lungs. What a beautiful welcomed sight that is! As gross as it is, at least I know this nasty clinging swirly cold is finally breaking up and coming out! YAY!!! I'm sick of being sick!

I did do a little knitting while I've been in bed this week. I'm almost finished the second sleeve of a sweater I started making myself in the early fall. Then I'll just have to put it together and knit up the collar and stitch on some buttons. It's a quick knit, because the yarn is quite bulky. But I have this bad habit of not following a pattern completely. I have this inner need to modify this, and tweek that, so the style suits my liking a wee bit more. This particular sweater was to be a bit longer, as in come down over the hips. Well, I didn't want that, so I shortened it up a few inches, and then I decided that I wanted more of a 3/4 length sleeve, rather than long sleeves. This is where my problem came in. I had to modify the stitches and the increases, in order to end up with the proper sized top of the sleeve, that will fit the sleeve opening on the sweater. Before I went to Cuba back in November, I did the first sleeve, and was very careful to make sure I wrote down exactly what I was doing for when it came time to make the next sleeve. So I went on my vacation, and when I got back it was that time of year to put all my free attention towards Christmas, so the sweater got further tossed back on my list of to-dos. A couple weeks ago, I got back to it, and was devastated to find that I had lost my crib notes on my sleeve modifications! Ack! Now I had to read the actual knitting on the first sleeve, which is something I'm not real good at. I lose track when I'm counting, or I get off track by a column or two, altering the count. To make matters worse, this sweater is brown, so the darker color is even worse for me to try to count, with my eyes not being the greatest. Yes, I do have to get to an optometrist real soon! Anyway, the other day, after I finished knitting a wool hat for hubby, and I was feeling a little bit better at the time, I tackled this sleeve again, and I think I've finally got it! So I have a few more rows to knit up now, and hopefully I'll still get to wear this sweater before the warm weather gets here again! I'd take a picture of the hat I made (on one of those big corking rings) but hubby is out right now, and appears to have his new hat on.

Until next time...

Olivia

p.s. for some reason the spell checker doesn't want to work here all of a sudden, so I apologize for any typos I have committed!

Cough, gag, sputter, sputter, cough, cough

Man oh man, I've been down with a nasty cold all week. It seems as I get older these damn colds really seem to knock me on my ass when I get them now. They never used to stop me before. Maybe slow me down a bit, but that's about it. Now though, I'm literally put to bed by them, and they seem to last longer too. This one started on me last weekend. I had a bit of a sore throat when I was out at a friend's place last Saturday night, and woke up Sunday to a sore throat and my entire body aching from head to toe. I went to work Monday, and ended up coming home early. Well, if you can call an hour and a half really early, but that was the earliest I could get out of there. Straight to bed is where I went, and I slept through that night and the next day. Wednesday I felt a wee bit better in the latter part of the day, and then I felt like major crap yesterday morning, so another full day of sleep in bed. I thought for sure I would be able to go to work this morning, but it seems this cold has swirled once again, and it's gone from my throat and chest yesterday back to my head -- runny nose, sinus headache and sneezing again. What the hell? Are these cold strains getting worse as the years go by, or is old age creeping up on me with a vengence and my body is weakening to the point of not being able to fight back like I used to be able to? I'm really getting tired of this nasty bed head hair I have from sleeping so much!

Achooooo!

Olivia

I got sent home

So I've been off work since last Friday with a nasty cold/flu kind of thing. This morning I got up, and got ready for work. I noticed my throat is a little sore again, just like this whole thing first started out. I'm hoping that it ends the same way it started.

Anyway, I got ready and went to work. When I got there, one of my coworkers was waiting in the lobby, because they couldn't let us in yet, while the vault was open. So this coworker was telling me to go back home, that they weren't expecting me, and I still sounded awful. I said I can't miss any more work, that I'd already been off three days as it was. (Yes, I do get paid sick days, but I just don't like to miss work is all.) So when they were ready inside, our manager came to the door to let us in. My coworker told my manager not to let me in! So she asked me why I was there, and I said I was coming to work. She said I didn't look or sound like I was better enough to be there, and that I was to go home and get better. I told her I don't like missing work like that, and she told me not to worry about it, and that they didn't want me giving everyone else this bug, so I was to go home.

So back home I came, and I've been trying to reach my doctor's office to see if I can get in today to get some stronger meds, but I'm not having any luck getting through on the phone. I guess I'm not the only one in town with this bug. I hate being sick. It sucks.

Olivia