Blame Erica

This post is due to Erica's urging, I want to say that up front.
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Ok, so I am sick. I have been for a week and a half, and it won't go away. (I was so sure that I wasn't sick because my temperature has been 97.9 and 98.6...but I guess since my temperature normally runs at 96, that's a fever for me.) In fact, it's getting worse...which is evidenced by tonight's drive home. At about 3:30 my boss walks in and says: "What's wrong, Bekki? You look dead...I mean dead tired!" So I proceed to tell her that I feel awful. My nose is stuffy. My throat hurts. My lungs hurt. I am tired. I am cold...oh wait, that happens all the time. I sound like I am dying. I look like I am dying. One of the other ladies at work told me to stay down the hill for a bit before I drove home, because she didn't want me to fall asleep. (I work about 45 minutes from home, and there is a significant altitude difference (which will matter at one part during this story)) So I stayed down there for a bit, stopped by Starbucks for extra energy, and headed home. This is the part where it gets interesting. As I get on the 15 Freeway, my nose begins to run. This is an improvement, because previously, I couldn't breathe. Well I still couldn't breathe, but this showed that there was hope on the horizon right? ...Nope. Not even. So it begins to run. And run. And run. And it's not a normal color. It's orange. (I told Erica this was too gross to post, and she overruled) So I am driving at 75...or so...mph, drinking my Pumpkin Spice Latte for alertness, texting Erica, holding a tissue to my nose, and steering with my knees. Dangerous yes, I know. Erica is laughing at me, and by this point I realize my nose is NOT going to stop running, and I have precious few napkins in my car. I am already halfway through my supply right at that point, not even 5 minutes into my drive home. You can imagine my panicked horror when I see brake lights ahead! Thankfully, it was my brain hallucinating, because there was not much traffic. On that drive up the hill though, due to the altitude, the inside of my ears started to hurt too, and feel like they needed to 'pop'. Well I obviously made it home, safely, and am now blogging with tissue constantly at my nose, waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. Pray that it works quickly. I hope you didn't gross out too bad, but Erica assured me this was a random enough post to put on our blog.

What are You 2

You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

HEHEHEHE

What Are You?

You Are a Lemon Cake

Strong, sexy, and overpowering. You know who you are, and you're not afraid to show the world your fabulous self. You're confident, charming, and extremely popular.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

What is your name??

My name is

Your Native American Name Is...

Nittawosew Totsi Your name means: Fertile Moccasins

What's Your Native American Name?

And for Bekki's name... (Why does she get a cool name? LOL)

Your Native American Name Is...

Nina Liluye Your name means: Strong Singing Chicken Hawk that Soars

What's Your Native American Name?

Ok

Ok, it's quite obvious that both of the authors of this blog are extraordinarily busy right now. Erica is having more fun than I am but...anyways since we are supposed to be posting random things on this here blog...I want to share a picture I took today at work.

A Sister's Bill of Rights

Amendment 1
Brothers shall make no law abridging an establishment of personal space (aka your sister's room), or prohibiting the free enforcement thereof (kicking you out); or abridging the freedom of her speech, or tell the Sister she talks too much; or the right of the Sister's friends to peaceably assemble, and to petition the Parents for a redress of grievances.
Amendment 2
A well regulated and cleaned restroom, being necessary to the security of a clean home, the right of the people to keep and bear Squeegees, shall not be infringed. In addition to: putting your stuff away and not leaving towels on the floor or counters.
Amendment 3
No Brother shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Sister, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by and managed by the Sister.
Amendment 4
The right of the Sister to be secure in her person, room, papers, and effects (such as computers), against unreasonable searches and seizures , shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation from the Parents, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. If this is infringed upon, please remove the evidence promptly, such as taking the bowl that you ate your cereal in off of her bed.
Amendment 5
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted when the Sister wants to go out on a date. Nor is she at any time required to pay for your meal, your coffee or any other expense you may have. <-----That was for my brother (David)
Amendment 6
The powers not delegated to the Sister by the inherent constitution of the family, nor prohibited by it to the individuals within the family, is reserved to the Sister respectively, or to the parents.

BACKWARDS FORWARDS!!!

I thought this was so cool lol!!!

This fun poem is by James Stevenson from the book called The Pizza the Size of the Sun. See if you can read it. You might have to read it out loud so it will make sense. Hope I'm confusing you enough! If you can read this: I evol a doog naelc ekoj! Then you can read the poem below.

I thguoht d'I etirw ekil siht yadot
esuaceb ti demees ekil nuf,
ev'I tog on rehto nosaer,
tub I ylerus t'nod deen eno.

tI ylbaborp sesufnoc uoy
eht tsrif emit taht uoy ees
eht sdrow lla nettirw sdrawkcab. . .
ti osla delzzup em.

tuB won ev'I nettog desu ot ti,
dna ylerus os evah uoy,
dna ev'I a llams noicipsus
taht uoy tsuj thgim yrt ti oot.