NyQuil Can Mess You Up

I awakened this morning with my kid literally in my face saying wake up and a whole lot of ‘what the hell is going on?’ inside my head. I was super disoriented this morning and still, I’m trying to bring myself to focus.

Okay, so I confess, I didn’t measure the NyQuil in the little plastic cup the bottle comes with last night. Instead, I drank what I thought would’ve been the proper dosage and to be honest, with as hard as I slept last night, I think I took a wee bit too much. I hadn’t slept that hard in so long and honestly, it felt wonderful. I didn’t drink the green gag inducing liquid just because I simply wanted a little shuteye. Before bed, I was coughing up a storm and when it came time to go to bed, I slid under the comforter as discreetly as possible, hoping I wouldn’t wake the sleeping hubby. My head hit the pillow and I got comfy cozy.

And then there it was.

I feel the urge to cough…you know, that little tickle you get near your tonsils. I try to ignore the nagging feeling, but it became too much. With my mouth closed, I coughed very softly and wouldn’t you know…that one little cough brought on a coughing fit. Knowing I was disturbing Michael, I unwillingly slide out of bed, shuffle into the kitchen and rummage through the meds we have in the cabinet and find good ole’ trustworthy NyQuil.

Back in the bedroom again, I grab my pillow and new blanket and take them out to the living room where I crash on the couch. I must’ve needed the sleep because next thing I know, I’m out like a lamp…which is fine with me because it just plain sucks when your own coughing keeps you up for hours. My dreams were so incredibly vivid and I remember everything about them. I even told off someone I don’t like and am forced to deal with 5 days a week. I called them the biggest asshole on earth and added emphasis when I formed my hands into a circle to show them how big an asshole they are. Despite it feeling really good in my dreams , I know in reality doing so would land my ass into some really hot water. So, with that said, I’m simply going to be satisfied with what I got out of my dream and sit here and continue writing merrily.

And don’t worry…I won’t be joining the NyQuil Anonymous Association anytime soon.

Wal-Mart shoppers trample NY worker.

One word and one word only: DISGUSTING.

Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote anything for my blog. I suppose it’s time for some updates, eh?

Since the last blog, which sadly backdates all the way to April, Michael and I moved and are now living in our first home. It’s wonderful and it’s great to call this place ours. Okay, really, the house belongs to the bank we did our loan with, but still, you get the drift. Anyways, we’re here now and we love it.

As far as that blog I wrote about Metallica touring with Ozzy goes…didn’t go to the show. In fact, Michael and I hardly went to any shows at all. However, I did go to one concert over the summer with a co-worker. Together, we went to Cruefest with the tickets I won off the local rock station, 95.1WIIL Rock. Great station. And Tom and Lisa, the DJs in the morning, are a fucking riot. Bah…here I go, getting off topic again. *Redirects focus*

Anyways, the real reason I’m writing this tonight is for a very good reason and I’m super excited to blog about it. My reason starts with gal pal, Winter, who submitted her writings and now has three contracts to get published! Pretty amazing since this all started this fall, huh? I think, if memory serves me correctly, her first novella comes out in Spring 2009. Read more here to get the entire scoop. I’m super stoked for her and glad she’s doing something she has a great love for, and, I might add, is extremely good at.

Winter’s motivation to take the big step to get published inspired me tremendously. I’ve been writing nearly 3 years now and I think it’s safe to say, I might just have what it takes to see my stuff in print. Maybe. It’s been a goal I’ve wanted to fulfill for a long time now, so I’m going to give it my all and see how far I can go. If I don’t get far, that’s alright. I’m prepared to be shot down. If I fail, I’ll keep trying. After all, practice makes perfect, and I’ve got plenty of time to make this happen someway or another.

So I’m almost willing to say, after much plotting this past week, I’m ready to start my story tomorrow. Tonight I want to write out the plot’s structure, map it out so to speak, get myself ready for the big day LOL. In a sense, it feels like I’m a little kid all over again and tomorrow I’m going to an amusement park. Hope I’m able to sleep tonight! It’s that big a deal to me, something I’m wholeheartedly looking forward to. There’s even been a lot of thought put into the first sentence. I know…funny and ridiculous.

There you have it…the scoop. Just wrapped up Thanksgiving –pun intended- and am ready to move onto Christmas. The holidays this year are going to be very different, and not in a good way either. Mom and my stepdad, Matt, moved out to California and yesterday was strange and seemed totally out of routine. For years, Thanksgiving would start off with Michael and I going to my parent’s home where we stay for hours eating and enjoying time with each other. Afterwards, we’d go to my aunt’s and uncle’s for a quick visit. Finally, and sluggishly, we’d head to the in-laws and stay there until it’d be time to call it a night. Not this year though. Michael, Wyatt (our son) and I first went to my aunt’s and uncle’s, then to his parents. With my rents being across the country now, the holiday’s aren’t going to be the same. :(

Hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving!! Enjoy your turkey sandwiches that you’re going to be eating for a week straight!