Waiting for the Party to Arrive
(I pray ask dear Miss Bethany to pardon me of each and all disgraceful ways in which I've attempted to use eighteenth century English in this entry)
You might think me a little strange waiting for a party to arrive--in the sense you're most likely thinking of. But I'm not. Not in that sense that is. Confuddled yet? Well, this is how it goes. Back in the era of ball gowns, blood hounds, and poultry hunts (think Pride & Prejudice), a group of people traveling were referred to as a "party".
It's such a party that I'm anticipating. It should arrive sometime Tuesday, and the inclusion of which shall be: Mr Daddy, Master Matt, Master Josh, Master Stephen, and Miss Hannah. Master Matt has arrived back in Australia from Africa just this past week, and is one whom I haven't had the delight of seeing in over a year. Master Stephen much of the same description. His family has been residing this last year in China (they're Chinese, naturally), and his family is just now visiting our dear country for a few days. The description of Master Josh and Miss Hannah's abscence shan't need go pass the acknowledgement of their desertation--leaving Mrs Mum, the two Little Boys, and myself to survive alone for a number of three days with the quiet of a near empty house (attendance to cinema 1 has been as faultless as the showings).
Thank you, my dear ladies and gentlemen of blog land. That will be all.
That is--until the party arrives.
Purple and Blue
It's official. Hannah (12) and I have braces! Lovely, lovely things that they are. Though, I'm actually kind of really glad to have them on, you know. I never liked close-ups of my smile before, and yes braces aren't exactly nice looking either, but the fact is I'm now doing something about the problem. When people see me smile now, they don't see that I have crooked but that I'm doing something about my crooked teeth. And the fact is, I'm quite happy for the world to know that ;)
We also have photos. Eh, heh. That's all you guys wanted wasn't it, no? Well here they are:
Everything Comes in Threes (or so they say)
Plus' of having Chronic Fatigue:
- Nobody ever has the guts to wake you up (even when you've fallen asleep on their bed)
- your doctor commands you not to exercise
- you get to eat a lot of your meals in your warm, warm bed *g*
Minus' of having Chronic Fatigue:
- the uncontrollable bouts of crying
- the repeated sense of failure
- never being able to get warm (except--of course--when you're running that annoying little fever)
You know you have Chronic Fatigue when:
- your 12-yr-old sister fills out your cloths better than you do *sigh*
- you and your doctor's secretaries have more than one private joke between you
- you're of the belief that any duration of sleep lasting less than 10 hours is only a "nap"
Unexpected changes that come with Chronic Fatigue:
- you go from having two pairs of pj's to more than seven
- you master the art of eating salads while laying flat on your back
- it takes you no more than two days at most to read a 350 page book anymore
