Weak of stomach

Is there anything worse than being sick? I HATE it. Yesterday I had some training up in Salt Lake (aka. class for 6 hours straight). A few of us at the class grabbed some Chinese food at a little hole in the wall during our lunch break. I am wondering if that is what did me in. I felt fine all day until bed time. I got home from babysitting my favorite nephew in Utah when it felt like a knife had been crammed into my stomach. Nathan more than happily finished my Oreo Mcflurry for me and I went to bed. So much for going to bed. I spent the night downing Emitrol, taking bathes, and watching chocolate covered cinnamon bears come out the wrong end. By 6 am I was ready to die. Poor Nathan got a call from me way too early in the morning. I cried about how tired and thirsty I was. He immediately popped out of bed, went to the store and grabbed coke, ginger ale, Gatorade, popsicles, and saltines for me. He came over and played mom by comforting me and getting me back to sleep with a little coke and some aspirin. He studied while I finally drifted back to sleep. What a man!

In the new place

Ahhhh.... It feels so good to have a place to call my own. I've felt a little displaced since the end of student teaching. Wow! That was over two months ago. I got my own teeny apartment and have been settling in. Mom and Dad go me bedroom furniture and it arrived this morning. My bed is gloriously comfortable and although my room is no master suit, the furniture fits in just right. Nathan and I went to IKEA today to find a bookshelf/TV stand. We got one and brought it back to my place, took it out, and realized I would have rather had the white one. It looks like we will be headed up north again soon! While I have most everything put away, I am still working on the last few things. As soon as everything is settled I will take pictures and post them. Until then, enjoy the worlds cutest salt and pepper shaker that Talon and Annie gave me as a house warming gift. LOVE them!