An open plea...

To whichever guardian angel watched over Dad while he was in the hospital:
If it's not too much trouble, do you think you could swing down to Boston and keep an eye on Nikki? Ash says she's not doing too well, and you seemed to help give me my dad back....I just hope the same for Ashley and her mom. You'll recognize the situation when you see it; it's an awful lot like Dad's. So please, if you could, make sure Ashley gets her mom back for me?
Thanks,
An extremely grateful daughter and worried friend

A well timed dose of cute

I've been sick for right around a week. Finally on the other side of things (getting better, instead of getting worse), but things tend to improve slowly in my lungs. Yesterday Kate asked if I might be interested in taking her kids to the evil mouse place for dinner and general chatter. I'd initially thought I wouldn't be up for anything, as I had totally lost my voice the night before. However, when the new day dawned, my voice had mostly returned from it's vacation. So I extracted myself from my couch (where I've been pretty well entrenched when not at work lately), put on clean clothes (a miracle in itself) and headed southward. I made a stop at work to get a little paperwork done while waiting for Kate and the kids, and to try and make up a little time from when I left sick last week.
Upon seeing Kate and her kids, I instantly felt better than I had in a few days. Maybe it was the human contact with someone different. Maybe it was the adult conversation, plus knitting chatter, over mushroom pizza which loomed large. But not a small part of it was due to a certain 3 and 8 year old duo...game tokens in hand, scurrying off for adventure. Something about those two just brightens my whole mood. So, thanks Kate. and J and E...you guys are better medicine than anything I can get at the drugstore. (now, if we can just figure out how to bottle J's energy...)

effing spring

So, just as I get promoted at work (Assistant Store Manager, thankyouverymuch), and thus can't take as much time off, I get sick. Thought it was allergies, then had to have strep throat ruled out, and have now summarily lost my voice. damn it. I'm mildly cranky about it, simply because I'm just not in the mood to be sick. My allergies are bad enough without being sick on top of it.


There. just needed a pity party for a second. On to happier news. I got my swap package from my lovely knitty sp (I *think* it was Criosa, but she has yet to confirm or deny that fact). Got some yummy chocolate, even yummier misti alpaca laceweight yarn, some alpaca sock yarn, and some awesome bath and body works japanese cherry blossom body wash, lotion and body spray.
I also made my very own wrist row counter/abacus. Took some fiddling, and I need a few more beady type accessories (as well as a pair of pliers that don't SUCK), but the first go round was pretty good. Pretty blue beads and necklace gauge wire. Pics when I find new batteries for the digicam...