Back to the Land of the Living....

..or at least the land of the pseudo-living! Sheesh....I am recovering from one of the worst cold/flu illnesses I have had in a long time. I spent the last two days pretty much sleeping. I was home sick from work TWO days in a row. Those of you that know me, know this is pretty rare. I hate staying home sick if I can avoid it. Its like I am coming out of this crazy haze of illness. Yesterday I put a sincere effort into going to work...I actually drove to work, got there and sat at my desk....I sat there looking at all of the shit I needed to do and didn't really understand any of it and thought "what am I suppose to do now". It seemed like anything I would have to do including phone calls, talking to any other human beings was going to be way more work than I anticipated....Like I was in some foreign world. It was at that point that I realized I was way too sick and out of it to be dealing with human beings and trying to help family's keep small children safe...
The only good thing that has come out of this illness is that I have seriously cut back on smoking. During the throws of the whole illness, I smoked on Sunday morning--one cigarette. Then today I had two smokes....Not too bad overall in my move to be healthier. Food was another issue today...I had to have a frosted sugar cookie and a bag of gummy worms from Casey's across from our local women's drug rehab center when I went there for a meeting today...something about frosted sugar cookies that gets me every time.
Tonight, my husband, R, offered to fry us up some dinner, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, the whole works... One of my favorite meals is breakfast for dinner. We recently broke out my Gramma G's old electric skillet...that thing makes me nostalgic. Now, Gramma G was not my favorite Gramma but she was a woman of her era. When I see that electric grill I am reminded of her in her white tank top, big old cleavage with her hanky nestled between her large breasts, smashing potato pancakes for our lunch. She was a gossiper, the kind of Gramma you go visit and she tells you what nasty thing the neighbor has been up to and you have no idea how she could have gotten that juicy bit of gossip. I hate to admit it....as much as it pains me...I got a bit of Gramma G in me....I like a good juicy bit of gossip...So I am a bit trashy at times....I think a true Snickle Snackler revels in her trashy side....Thanks, Gramma G!!!