January 2:

"I'm glad that I got so many things done today, because I've had the stomach flu for the last couple of weeks, and I feel better now."

I look hawt when I get sick.  Scott couldn't keep his hands off all this.
(Also, that's an ice pack.  Not a diaper.)

I'm a teacher's aide, and for some reason, my students have an aversion to covering their mouths.  Seriously, with everything -- coughing, sneezing, vomit -- everything.  To whom are they most likely interacting when these disastrous yet angelic situations occur?  

The teacher's aide.  (After the teacher's aide, it's generally the school nurse that deals with them.)  Beyond that, it's probably more likely that it is another student becoming the bulls-eye, so then it's two calls home to the guardian.  The students and staff were dropping like flies during the last week of school.  I think that on one of the days, we had something like 17% of the student population out sick.  Some schools around our region were closing their doors due to illness.  

I was out sick from work for the last three days of this semester, one of which was a field trip day, and I hated it.  I hated missing that!  I missed my students, I wanted to learn about how to take kids on a field trip, and I wanted to see them excited about winter break.  What I didn't want to be doing was puking every time I stood up.  Annoying, I know.

So I was sick for most of winter break, too.  Let's just say I was "filled with the holiday spirit" to the point where I was throwing up on Christmas Day and wondering if I was due to give birth in August.  Today, however, I decided that I'd had enough HGTV and Food Channel, and I felt pretty good, so I finally got some shit done:

I...

• ordered my wedding invitations;
• reinstated my drivers license;
• It had been suspended because I apparently didn't provide proof of insurance after an accident I had back in May.  I had insurance, of course, and I gave the other driver my insurance agent's phone number, but because I didn't have the stupid little card with my policy number on it, I was screwed out of a $150 fee.  No one told me, though; I was unaware that my license was suspended until the other night, when our next door neighbor backed into my parked car, and the police officer that came by ran my plates and informed me about it.  Thanks for the heads up, Bureau of Motor Vehicles!  You're the Comcast of government departments.
• went to the packaging store to send a couple of gifts;
• went to the mall to exchange a pair of jeans that Scott received for Christmas and to do some shopping of my own; 
• did the food shopping for the weekend;
• cleaned up the kitchen and made dinner (pork loin and broccoli) for the first time in two weeks; and
• finished my "365" jar and started on this blog.

Now that I'm finally feeling normal, I'm excited to get back to work and have a kid sneeze in my face.