Lots of different things

For the past week I have been plagued with the most horrible cold. It literally had me down in bed for a week. A cold. How ridiculous is that? If you are going to be that sick, I think you should at least have a debilitating limp or oozing blisters, not just a running nose. You should have something that proves to others that *you* *are* *MISERABLE*!!! Somehow snot alone doesn't do the trick in my book. But my family was very kind and sympathetic and I got the rest I needed to recover--thanks guys!
In other news, the Seattle Seahawks are going to the SuperBowl. How did I know? Fireworks in the street. I'm not a football fan, but the fireworks and an overheard conversation at 7-11 clued me into what was going on. ("Dude, that play was killer!")
Also, I finished Herland. It ended rather abruptly. I've read books that leave you wanting more, but this one literally ended with a kind of "and so they did--The End" sort of thing. It was like the author was in the middle of writing and suddenly thought of something better to do, but didn't want to have something unfinished. Very disappointing ending for a very interesting story.
I tried the Kissables, (my visit to 7-11), and I just think they are not as good as M&Ms. Nice try, but no.
Today we had sunshine. Sunshine and 56 degrees. It was stunning! We have had (fill in the blank with a huge number) days of rain in a row and today we actually had sunbreaks between clouds without rain. At my house anyway.
My boys went to the podiatrist and got fitted for orthotics today. That's a good thing, because hearing what the Dr. had to say was good for Sam. He has been insisting on wearing slip-on Van-type shoes with flames on them, and they have absolutely no support. The doctor convinced him that wearing the Nikes I got him at the beginning of the school year would be much better for him. Maybe I just need to hire a guy in a white lab coat to do all my dirty work. Kind of like the Santa at the mall, where you slip over to him and whisper that he should mention to your kid that if he wants anything Christmas morning, he'd better keep his room cleaner. Well, I'd get some guy in a lab coat, see, and I'd fill him in on all the stuff I want my kids to do, and then he tells them they have to do it or they'll need SURGERY. "It looks like your health is being impaired by all those dirty socks that don't make it into the dirty clothes bin. If you don't start cleaning them up regularly, you might need...SURGERY!" Yeah, I'm all for that.
My husband is hooked on "24." And he hasn't been watching it from the first, so we are doing the Netflix thing to get all the past episodes. It's so confusing for me. I can't remember what happened last, and who is dead and who isn't. I'll be watching the new episode and think, "Hey, if she still works there, then she didn't get killed in that hostage situation we were watching last night." So then we go back to last season's shows to pick up where we left off, and I'm not interested, because I know she's not going to die. It's just so hard to follow for me. I can't get into it as much as the hubby. I have enough confusion and chaos in my real life, with 30 things going on all at once. Why should I subject myself to it with terrorists and snipers and threats on the President's life too?
I don't watch Oprah or Dr. Phil on a regular basis, but their shows are repeated at night and sometimes I flip them on when I do dishes. The lady on Dr. Phil today so reminded me of my Grandma! She was 62, but she dressed provocatively and dated a 28 year old cowboy. She insisted on wearing wigs, sometimes pink ones, and said she just enjoyed feeling young and looking hot. Part of me thought "Oh, pu-leese!" and part of my thought "I wish I had her spunk!"
I just realized that I've figured out how to do bold and italics on my blog, but not underline. That's when you start to miss typewriters.