Friday, October 24, 2008

Like Clockwork

There are certain things you can always expect to happen in October.  The leaves start to change, the weather gets colder, the kids overdose on candy, and I get sick.  I can't remember the last October without me being sick.  It isn't just a little cold sick, it is lose my voice to sound like Marge Simpson's sisters sick.  It is head ready to explode, sinus pressure to the max sick.  It is sleep all day, up all night coughing sick.  It is waking up all wet from a high fever sick.  I could go on, but I think you have the idea.  The worst part is that I love October and being sick stops me  from really enjoying it.  I hate being sick.  
Last year I was so sick I called off work and went to the doctor.  Two things that I very rarely do.  I was prompted to go after a really tough night.  I usually cough like crazy when I am trying to go to sleep.  I stack my pillows up and try to sleep sitting up.  This never works.  I have a permanent place in my mouth for a cough drop, and once I have sucked it down, I cough uncontrollably.  This particular night I ran out of cough drops and tried to suck down water every time I started coughing.  I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to sleep with the full glass of water on the mattress beside me, but I did.  I later woke up in the middle of the night with a soaking wet mattress and a drenched lap.  The first thing I thought was that I had coughed so hard I had wet the bed.  You would think that after coming to that conclusion I would have sprang out of bed and jumped into action, cleaning my sheets and taking a shower.  Instead, I sat there sick and weak wondering if it was really that gross to sleep in your own pee.  A few minutes later I realized it wasn't my pee, just the tipped over glass of water that I thought was a good idea to sleep with.  I was so tired and sick that I just stayed there hoping that it would dry up by morning.  The next day I called off work and went to the doctor. 

I feel like there are two types of people in the world when I am sick.  Those who have loads of advice as to how I can get better, and those who are sicker than me.  I let most people know when I run into them that I have lost my voice and that I am not contagious.  I have no idea really if I am contagious or not, I just want them to feel better about me coughing all over them.  They then tell me one of two things, how I can get better, or how much sicker they are than me.  I usually just listen quietly while they tell me about the latest pill or humidifier or rub I need to get, or they let me know that I am lucky only having the few symptoms that I have since they are clearly worse off  with all their aches and pains and rashes and what not.  I don't know what it is about my expression that makes people think I want to hear any of this.  All I really want to do when I am sick is go to bed with a tall glass of water and a hand full of cough drops.  Let's just hope I don't try to put the glass on the mattress beside me or Lincoln might have a interesting surprise in the morning.  

Here's to feeling better and enjoying the beauty of October.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Ok, so my BFF Sarah just tagged me on her blog.  I guess she was tagged all these questions, and after answering them she had to pass them to other people.  I was one of the (un)lucky ones. It reminds me of one of those chain letters.  Since I don't have a ton of stuff on here, I thought I would go for it.  Besides, it gives me a great chance to talk about one of my favorite things...

What is your husband's name? Lincoln Elliott Fielding

How long have you been married? It has been 4 months 5 hours 12 minutes and 50 seconds... but who's counting.

How long did you date? We are still dating, we are just married now.  But we dated for about five or six months before we got engaged and we then were married about 3 or 4 months after. It is all very loose since we talked about marriage before we officially got engaged and we went out a few times before we officially considered ourselves as a couple.

How old is he? He is only 25.  I am 5 years older!  This was pretty hard on me at first, but he talked me through it pretty well.  And, let's be honest, I am a very young 30. 

Who eats sweets? ONLY me!  Lincoln does not eat anything bad.  He doesn't eat candy, cake, cookies, chips, soda, I could go on and on.  He just has amazing will power.  I feel like a slug around him. 

Who said "I Love You" first? That would be him.  I was giving him until Christmas to say it.  I thought it would be nice for me to let him make this move in our relationship.  He said it way before I was planning on ever saying it.  It blew me away.

Who is taller?  I am...ok, he is taller.  I have this horrible mindset that I am taller than everyone.  He is constantly reminding me that he is like 4 inches taller.  I just don't see it.  I have a freakishly long torso, and when we sit next to each other I am about his height.  He has really long legs and beats me out in the height department there.   

Who can sing best? He blows me away on this one.  People are always telling us in church that we sound so great together singing the hymns.  Little do they know, I am not singing, they are just hearing his angelic voice.  

Who is smarter?   Ouch, are you serious?  How about I let you decide.  He is a third year law student at Ohio State with a Bachelors in Economics from BYU that he got in only two years.  I went to Ricks for two and a half years when it was only a two year school, I just really liked my friends.  Yes, I do hair and I love it and I am good at it, but that doesn't make me smart, just lucky that I found a skill I can do.  I am also pretty sure that was a run-on sentence.  I guess you can say I am more of the street smart variety. 

Who does the laundry? Lincoln is very good at starting the laundry.  I don't think he cleans out the lint trap that often, but I can't complain since he is doing the laundry without me asking.   

Who pays the bills? We both do it.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He sleeps on the entire bed, and I try to fit in wherever I can.  But his pillow is on the left and mine is on the right.

Who mows the lawn? We have a condo, so neither of us do.  I have only used a lawn mower one time in my life... I'm just saying. 

Who cooks dinner? I am really working on this.  He cooks better than me, but I do it more often.  It is really hard with our crazy schedules.  We eat a lot of cereal and sandwiches.  

Who drives? I don't enjoy driving.  Lincoln does it and he puts up with me freaking out whenever I think we might hit something.  I am a very scared passenger.  It is not a good thing, but he is really patient with me. 

Who is the first to admit they are wrong? I feel so bad saying this, but I think he is.  I am so defensive that I don't usually think I am in the wrong without a reason for being wrong.  I always have to explain why I did something to help prove my point.  I am working on just being wrong.  

Who kissed who first? Totally me!  That's why I wanted him to say, "I love you" first.  We were in his apartment pretending to watch t.v.  I had put myself in the most perfect position ever for him to just lean in and kiss me.  It was like handing it to him on a silver platter!  He wasn't taking the bait.  I could tell he was freaking out.  Finally I said, "kiss me Lincoln."  It was great. We laugh about it now all the time.  

Who asked who out first? He asked me out first.  It was so random and out of the blue.  We had been friends for like 2 years and neither of us ever thought about dating each other.  Our first few dates were not uber romantic.  They were just really fun and comfortable.  In fact, he didn't even walk me to the door after one of our first dates.  He finally got the idea that I was interested in him too and he started to put himself out there a little more.  The dates just keep getting better and better.    

Who wears the pants? Lincoln is very respectful about my ideas and thought on things.  We don't really have a "leader" between us.  I am old-fashioned and willing to let him take more of the lead.  We are still new at this, we might settle into something, but until then we are both very open about things.  

There it is.  I can't think of anyone else who I want to tag that wasn't already tagged by Sarah. I hope this fulfills my blog tagging responsibilities.