it's a dismal day. let's reflect on something else.

it's pretty busy here at the gull road beaner's this morning. i took the day off, so I'm in comfy clothes, and in no hurry. I blew my voice out this past weekend, and a cold (or some other disaster) has settled in my nose and throat... at least, whatever it is, it's scaring all the mucus out. so i figured I wouldn't try to visit my sister-in-law and 5-month-old niece. bummer. because I don't get down here all THAT often. but I will see them tomorrow at chris' work christmas party... I may have to wear a mask, though ;)

which makes me laugh because I did something funny this week. a friend of mine recently told me that she went to see an allergist because she's been getting sick every fall. she figured it was because she's a teacher and is around kids all the time. well, it turns out she's allergic. to everything living and breathing. so what did I do?! this week I gave her a gift to help her cope.... some medical gloves and mouth-masks!! >:) hehehe

chris painted our bedroom this week. three times. that's what we get for wanting it to be some hue of RED. but it looks awesome and warm. I love color. I also love color-ING. I haven't done it in awhile, but my friend, alan close, is creating the most awesome coloring book ever.... complete with trucks and a jeep and mud and other boy-ish things. I'll probably buy 10.

just for me.


it's interesting how music and voices and other such things spark our memories. certain songs take you back to that one summer, or a smell evokes certain nostalgic emotions, or the person sitting at the next table sounds just like an old friend and you involuntarily stare.

yesterday a song came on, and I didn't even have to hear the whole thing. lisa and I had been in traverse city, and while at the christian book store at the mall, we bought a tape that was on clearance for $2. just for fun. totally an impulse purchase. we LOVED it, wore it out, bought another one... later I got the CD. and that's all I think about when I hear anything from it... me and lisa, driving around traverse, windows down and sunroof up. it's not necessarily music that stands the test of time or anything (though years later I discovered the artist was rob bell's college roommate), but it literally represents a particular moment in my life that I love remembering.

the guy sitting at the table in front me just farted.
I HEARD IT!
let's hope I don't smell it.
>:E

anyway, that's what I was just thinking about yesterday. today I'm mostly just conscious of the mucus in my nose that forces me to sniffle, and the fact that I can't exactly take deep breaths without having to cough something up. real pleasant stuff.