It’s 11 p.m. and I haven’ t blogged ye
t.
I am giving myself
a pass today.
I have a lot on my mind and heart, and my time is much better spent in prayer than in spilling my brain right now.
Thanks for understanding.

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Living the Adventure, Telling the Stories
It’s 11 p.m. and I haven’ t blogged ye
t.
I am giving myself
a pass today.
I have a lot on my mind and heart, and my time is much better spent in prayer than in spilling my brain right now.
Thanks for understanding.

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My wonderful daughter passed on her “I’m-not-feeling-so-great” thing to her mommy.
(And the wonderful part is not sarcastic… I do think she is just that.
I just wish she’d quit being so generous. :))
I wouldn’t be frustrated, except this is cold #3 of the season.
#1 wasn’t horrible, other than it hit a few days before we were supposed to go to Wicked. So I spent most of the play sucking on Halls and blowing my nose. (But I still got to see the most fantastic musical EVER…small price to pay.)
#2 was bad. I could barely sit up for three days. And, of course, it hit right before we took a long
weekend trip to Iowa.
At least I was in a car blowing my nose constantly and not around other people.
And that one took forever to go away–probably two weeks before I was feeling normal again.
#3 is here. Blah. Selfishly, I want it to go away so I can sing with praise team on Sunday. I miss singing and I don’t get to very often anymore. Anyway, yeah…I have so been fighting this thing with everything I have. And with everything I can find on the internet. So far I have tried:
Do. not. take. on. an. empty. stomach. (I found out the hard way.)
And if I add a lot of lemon, I can barely taste the honey.)
I choked down about 1/3 of it before pouring the rest down the drain.
Mind over matter, right
? Bring on the salsa!
(Yes, I ate it for breakfast…I’m just cool like that.)
I am so desperate to kill this thing. Is there a miracle cure out there that I’m missing?
Please share!
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Follower of my Father. Wife to Tobin. Mama to my Mae and Mac. Friend. Writer. Dreamer. Lover of adventures. Throw in some coffee, chocolate, running, music, and that's me. I fill this space with the real of my heart and life as I dance through my days with one hand holding my daughter's (or my son's, if I can keep up with him!) and the other holding my coffee mug. Welcome! I hope you'll stay awhile.

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