Well, Bedste is technically off to the airport. Actually, she's going to sit in the house of prayer for 3 hours with R1, but she already said goodbye to me and mine. We had a great visit. It's very surreal seeing people from home and then all of the sudden they're gone for months. I wonder how that translates to R2 and Toby's brains. Bean was not a fan of VKG this visit. She felt that Eva was the cause of me being gone for 3 days. Finally, today she smiled at her. Funny stuff.

Idol last night... my favorite didn't do his best performance, that being David Cook. But he's still awesome and I expect him to be in the top 3 and NOT win the whole thing. Then tonight is 2 and a half hours for the Idol Gives Back special, and tomorrow is the results show... lotta idol this week. Tonight will probably be pretty boring, however. Too many celebrities.

A sad development in my life: the day I got the plague last week, I had sampled the CinnaSnacks from Sonic. After sampling them again countless times that night, I don't know if I will ever like cinnamon again. This is life-altering, as I have cinnamon snack sites sprinkled across this city. Ugh. I'm feeling a little queasy even mentioning it.

Real queasy. Quick, somebody change the subject.

Sheesh. Today we pick up Eva/Bedste/Viking Granny from the airport for a weekend of fun and frivolity. Only problem, I AM SO SO SO SICK. The pukes finally got me. I am miserable... was up all night and thought surely I'd be better by morning.

My sons are watching an infomercial for some skin care product. Toby picked the channel. All of the sudden I feel pretty wrinkly.


Ohhhhhhhhh...... I just want to stop feeling sick. That's all I got.

I toyed with the whole, " Surprise! I'm PREGNANT!" idea today, it being April 1st and all. But I can't put my aged relatives through that... so, no jokes. Besides, I'm not really into April Fool's. I don't like lying, and I don't usually believe anything on April 1st, anyway.

Two pretty good Google links:
Google Custom Time
Be a Virgle pioneer!

In other news, the pukes have passed to the other two children now. So maybe that'll be it? Maybe I don't have to personally be involved? Maybe it will pass me by! Ugh.

My small group last night was really good. It's so healing, and I think I am making some really good friends. The issue for me will be how to pursue friendships outside of the group setting. One friend was supposed to come over today. But she has a 4 month old, so once I figured out the pukes were alive and well, I cancelled. Luckily, this particular virus seems to pass in about 4 or 5 hours. Those are miserable hours, but then it's over.

In other, other news, I have started putting all my poetry and prose on a new blog. Haven't decided if I will make that public or not... that's a hard thing to share. But since I've put it up on the freaking INTERNET, I guess I will give y'all the link when I'm ready.

My new friend Amanda is the coolest. One amazing thing about her house: SWEET TEA. How I have missed the Southern goodness of sweet tea.

Clark. Out.

So yesterday, me and the babies skipped church again. The Richys went. Turns out, it was a good think we skipped. Toby started throwing up in the afternoon and kept it up until just after 9. Poor little guy. Poor me. And my poor washing machine... seems like every sheet, towel and blanket in the house had to go through. Not to mention several costume changes for me and Boby. He would feel so much better after he chucked, he'd just go kinda nuts playing and jumping and ohhhhh nooooooo.... and we were trying to not let him eat but he kept stealing food. It was a funny horrible way to spend an evening. Today, he seems back to normal. Food poisoning, maybe? We ate at Cici's, which has to be a hot spot, bacterially speaking. But nobody else got sick... I was awfully queasy, but no action. So enough about that. Yuck.

So the MOG has been picked or whatever to come try playing backup guitar on this IHOP guy's worship team. If you get the webstream, you will see him, since he'll be playing 6 days a week if he takes the spot. The first day he played he played the way he plays. And that was a no go. So yesterday he played what he thought they wanted, which is not his style at all, and they liked it. It's definitely a new thing for him, not being the front man. I know he'll be thrilled when he finally gets to play with Radiant again in April.
(If you have the webstream, he'll be playing today from 2-4)

In other news, Viking Granny flies up here on Thursday for the weekend! R1 and I will be flying to Alabama for the Call while she's here, but we'll still have a couple of days to hang out with her. And a vacation of sorts in Alabama... no babies... that will be weird. And nice.

So Huck is out. I was just waiting yesterday... knew it would be a miracle, but uh.... I believe in miracles. So now he's out and here we go. I don't see any way McCain is going to win this thing. So who would be worse, Clinton or Obama? Heck if I know.

Last week, Rush encouraged listeners in primary states to switch parties and vote Hillary in yesterday's primaries. His logic was to keep the chaos alive on the Democratic side for a few more months. And, whaddya know... Hillary comes out of her slump and wins big last night. Did Rush affect the process? Who knows... but I heard him say that in Texas, 35% of Republicans did not vote Republican. That is huge! And pretty funny to me. I mean, if I spoke to 22 million people a week, I'd be tempted to jack with the process myself.
funny stuff.

So we have our nominee, who I am not voting for, and the battle rages on the Left. The semi-feminist in me rebels against this thought, but... I don't know if I like the idea of a female president. Well... maybe Condi, or somebody who doesn't come across as emotional. But yer basic female ... makes me a little nervous. More on that after I think about it some more.

In other news, the onslaught continues. They have normal appetites and behaviors and diapers all day. But they wake up from naps and in the morning with the stench of hell and so on.

(Sigh)

Not a pleasant subject, folks.
I don't like bathroom humor, and I try not to talk bathroom subjects at all... but COME ON ENOUGH ALREADY.
The babies, to put it delicately, .... there is no way to put it delicately. Sick tummies and yucky diapers and soaked clothes and waking up to get thrown in the tub and all the clothes thrown in the washer... ugh. I hope we're through with this bug or virus or whatever, so I can bleach my arms and hands and get on with my life.
Anyways, I wish I had a more pithy or relevant blog subject. But this is what my life has been consisting of to a great extent.

Toby is keeping the scream alive. He accidentally locked himself in his room a minute ago... I just let it be for a couple of minutes before I rescued him.