Felled By Strawberries

Here is an email I just sent to Isaac:

"Sprite tasted like puke, too. Am beginning to suspect it's just me..."

This, after complaining that my yogurt tasted off this morning as well. The good news is that it's been 28 hours since the puking stopped. And I lost 10 pounds. The bad news is that I had to ask Isaac to open the Sprite before he went to work because I was too weak to even contemplate it. And the 10 pounds was lost in a day and a half. So it WILL be coming back.

It all started Monday night IMMEDIATELY after dinner. The cramping. The pain. The horror! I was up all Monday night with it. Yesterday was better but still not great. This morning I'm feeling MUCH better, but still terribly weak and shaky. Yesterday, I made Isaac promise to come home for lunch, to help feed Sammy. When I heard the garage door open at noon, I was relieved. I was drifting in and out of sleep, mildly conscious of Sammy making a giant mess, when I heard Isaac emptying his pockets into the bowl he keeps on our dresser. Something he only does, you know, when he's home for the day. And in my sick addled mind, I kept thinking...am I sicker than I realize? That Isaac had to come home to take care of me? Never once thinking that it might be HE who was now sick as well. But, low, it was Isaac coming home sick. Which is a BIG deal for my husband. Luckily he was less sick and not such a baby as I am when sick, so he hung out and rested while Sammy watched Kung Fu Panda and I took a glorious four hour nap.

After my nap, I started realizing how thirsty I was and that 24 hours with only one two liter of Sprite and two cups of yogurt leaves one a little weak. I cautiously made my way downstairs for the first time since it all started and felt as though I had just ran a marathon. Plus my diaphragm started in on its "so sore that it hurts to breathe" post puking extravaganza.

In checking facebook, I learn that both my mother and sister in law were sick as well. Isaac and I start thinking back and realize that it may not be the stomach flu after all. It may have been something we ate at my in-laws on Easter. And this morning, it starts becoming even more clear. The strawberries. The four of us ate the bulk of them. I ate some Saturday night while cutting them, making sense why I got sick first and every one else didn't get sick until yesterday. And Sammy didn't get sick at all (because heaven FORBID he eats something other than sandwiches. Or yogurt)...Of course, I could be wrong, but that's the way I'm leaning right now.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Sprite diet day two will now commence.

Heh...

(morrissey, first of the gang to die)

It All Makes Sense

I LOVE this song. This reminds me of college. It reminds me of my best friends in the world. It reminds me of Craigo's breadsticks and singing at the top of our lungs at 2 am and plastering the lyric, "I'm standing high on tip toes looking over fences, waiting for somebody like you to kiss me senseless" in our lives at every possible breath. It reminds me of talks about what our future spouses might be like. It reminds me of worry free fun. It reminds me of crushes and tests and the feeling that the world was mine.

Because it all DOES make sense...

(lightning seeds, sense)

March Book

For March we read The Sharper Your Knife, The Less You Cry by Kathleen Flinn. Well, I did not read it. I started it, I really did, but...I honestly do not understand what happened with March. I don't know where it went (certainly wasn't more time outside-brrrrrr!) and I am fully in denial that it is over. I didn't get a terribly lot done. I'm perplexed, to say the least. Good thing I was in good company for last night's meeting. It would seem (sorry Lora!) that a few of us (sorry Lora!) didn't make it through (sorry Lora!).

However. The book. I WILL finish. Paris! Cooking! Fancy pants recipes! I just don't have a lot to say about it right now.

For April we are reading Fireworks Over Tocca by Jeffery Stepakoff. It's a new release and I know very little about it other than the publisher was giving sets away to book clubs for its launch and we were selected. A little out of our norm, but hopefully good. And fun! And not at all like Nicholas Sparks, because that would just be sad.

Book music:

(feels like a woman, zucchero - from the French Kiss soundtrack and something I've loved since I first heard it. this video may have changed that, however...)

A Dozen

I keep thinking that it was twelve years ago today that Isaac first took me home to meet his family. Twelve years! That seems impossibly long ago.

I remember a surprising lot from that trip. I remember being SUPER nervous. I remember thinking his family would just hate me. I remember it being chilly and Isaac not having defrost in his car and I had to be the manual defrost the entire hour drive (I didn't marry him for his money, folks!). I remember sitting at his kitchen bar and talking incessantly and ridiculously about nonsense because I was nervous. I remember crying all the way home that I blew it - my one first impression with his mom.

Twelve years (and many, many a chat (and cinnamon roll!) at that kitchen bar...) later, we're going up again in a few days. It's so funny to think of everything that has happened in those twelve years. How much I've come to love Isaac's family. How much they've come to tolerate me (I kid!). I'm glad we spent the first ten years of our marriage away from family, solidifying our bond. But now I'm just glad we get to spend the rest of our days close, building these relationships that started out so shakily, in my mind, twelve years ago today.

Music from 12ish years ago (eeep!)

(the cardigans, lovefool: LOVE the cassettes being used...)