I heard the news today oh boy

Yesterday my husband and I did a "Day in the Life." Well, mostly I did it, but he was in on the gig. I noticed a few main things while looking at the pics I was going to use:

1) my son is missing from all pictures. I think this is mostly because he left for school before I got up, he came home after school and immeciately went to play with his friends, and then when he was here hanging out, I was busy grading papers and the like. Anyway, sorry mijo.

2) I had clinic today which I took no pictures of. I felt wierd going in to my clinic and snapping pics. I was going to take a pic of the outside of the bulding and a few inside the exam room, like of my sputum cup or something, but I forgot. So I snapped a picture of my PFT print out when I got home. (FEV1 was 72 and I hadn't even done a treatment yet that day, so that's great (though 25/75 was 26, so clearly there is a big discrepancy there and that's where the treatments are really making the difference (the highest I've seen that in years is 39 and I think that was post IVs)).

3) I went out and had a cocktail with a friend and didn't snap any pics there either. It would have been proof I actually do have IRL friends! I'm not the cyber loner I come across as. :) I'm just a picture loser. But she doesn't know I have this blog and I wasn't ready to explain it yet (she does know I have CF though), so just enjoyed my "pom peche" martini and let the camera rest.

Point being: lots of holes in this DITL, so I guess in a way, it isn't represenative of my life fully at all. C'est la vie, n'est pas?

oh, and 4)I might have a broken nose. The baby I sit for head butted me last week. You can see the line where my glasses hit against my face and my nose is pretty swollen near the bridge. It's ooogly. I surely wasn't thinking this was going to be my most beautiful day when I decided to do this DITL!


Gregg is up and getting ready to start the day's project while I take Miss M to school: tamales!


Miss M busted trying to feed the dog cheerios.


This is how I look in the morning. With a busted face. sca-wee!


Off to school!


Picking up cumin, chili powder, black pepper, and some candy (not for the tamales, for mah belleh).


corn husks a-soakin'


cerdo tirado!


We had to set the tamale makin' mood


sneaking a pic of my man lathering up


picking up Miss M from school. I think my car needs a wash.


Nothing sweeter than seeing the preschoolers coming out of the school doors. Melts my heart everytime.


cleaning up puppy pee. When will he be trained??


My girl


Posing with my tamales before devouring more than I want to admit to


Hot tamale baby! Who knew food would be such an important part of this day?


PFTs


Gregg and his pup


The pup. Gregg took this pic. He is a far better photographer than I am, but I can't get the camera into his hands enough.


Trying to get Slugger to wake Marls from her siesta


"I don't wanna get up!"


The dog says, "Why do you people always make me do the dirty work?"


Back to sleep for a bit.


I told Gregg to take a picture of me that captured his love for me


This is it: the picture of love.


My chores. Laundry. I don't mind putting it in the washer, I don't mind taking it out. I HATE folding it, and I ABHOR putting it away. Give me a toilet brush any day, seriously.


Getting ready to have a cocktail with a friend Hair down?


Or up?


The meeting place for the alcoholic debauchery.


I came home and Gregg and his friend were watching youtube videos. The friend pulled up some beheading clip. I told G not to watch it. I told him. He watched anyway and was disturbed and upset for the rest of the night. Sometimes I have to say it: I told you so. I did not watch nor listen to such a video. Just thinking about it makes me ill.


Face washed, contacts out. Back-to-normal Shan.


Trying to get a pic of nekkid G. Undies are close enough. He might kill me for posting this. It may disappear.


good night moon. good night dog.


scrub a dub dub


Gregg and I taking a nighty night pic


I told him we should make out in front of the camera


we were laughing about this and I started to cough when he went to take the pic so I covered my mouth - partly out of polite habit, partly because I didn't want an ugly red faced coughing pic on here.


I told Gregg to kiss me. This was his reaction.


Got him to smooch me anyway. <3