Yes, I'm still alive. In fact, I'm alive, well, and sitting in Thor's living room, typing away on his desktop pc. (He still has one of those...isn't that CUTE!)
What have I been doing, you ask? Where have I been hiding? What wacky adventures have filled my waking hours?
You noticed I was gone, right?
So, here's the sitch. My much-maligned laptop was freaking out on me, so my computer expert son and I decided to switch computers. (He is an "expert" by virtue of the fact that he's 14, and I'm 43.) He took my laptop, restored it, and happily went on his way with my enhanced graphics card. In turn, I received HIS more basic, restored laptop, which should have had me happily blogging.
Not.
So, his laptop lasted, oh, 10 minutes before it completely died. At this point, I don't even think it will boot up in safe mode. I did have the option of taking my laptop back, at least long enough to pound out a blog post, but then I got sick. Yes, you read that correctly. I GOT SICK. I NEVER, EVER, EVER GET SICK. Well, hardly ever. Maybe once a year, and only for maybe 48 hours. But this time, dearest reader, I was sick for four days, and hacking like the Marlboro Man for 2 more after that. THEN The Boy left for the summer, taking said functional laptop with him.
I love you all - more than you know - but drafting an 800-word blog post on a Kindle with one finger...not my idea of a good time. So I took a little break, got my proverbial act together, and badda bing, badda boom, here we are.
I have a review pending for you - the Italian Kitchen Restaurant. However, I personally think in the interest of fairness, that Thor and I should go back there and re-do the experience so that I can give you a fresh perspective. That, and the restaurant was freakin' amazing. So that gives me an excuse to get another smokin' yummy meal. I brought this up to Thor last night, and he gave me the usual skeptical brow raise. I climbed up on my blogger soapbox and proceeded to preach a fire-and-brimstone sermon about fairness, the integrity of the project, and my driving need for constant and never-ending improvement. At that point, skeptical morphed into sardonic.
"That place wasn't cheap."
I reassured Thor that we don't have to go again anytime SOON, as we still have 115+ places to go. So there you have it, dearest reader. The Italian Kitchen goes back into the mix.
So back to what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you my theory about why I rarely get sick. It's my brain. I have a germ-repellent, disease-killing brain.
I was just trying to remember the last time I took a prescription. In the last 10 years, I recall taking 1 prescription pill. Not 1 PRESCRIPTION, just 1 single pill. Then I felt better. So I didn't take any more. I take over the counter stuff, but I rarely go to the doctor. I haven't taken a round of antibiotics since the last century. Instead, I activate my germ-slaughtering brain laser. Seriously.
When I feel a cold coming on, or any other state of germy nastiness, I follow this process and I get better. I get comfortable, I close my eyes, and I picture in my mind the white blood cells in my body attacking whatever intruder has dared to invade Katland. The whole thing looks like a game of Asteroids, with my germ fighters blasting off rockets at the virus cells - Puh-KEW Puh-KEW Puh-KEW. I even imagine the sound. I picture my cells defeating the sickness and strengthening my body until I am well. I always figured, what's it going to hurt?
"So, Kat, you just said you were sick for 4 days! Where were your magic lasers at THIS time??!!", you mockingly inquire? Well, I am convinced that my sickness hung around for extra days this time because I've been eating like a 14-year old boy. You see, at my new job, my boss gives me all the prepackaged food I can eat, all day long. Massive amounts of processed crap. I am attempting to learn my lesson, and have since been incorporating more fresh, raw stuff into my diet. Guess what - my skin is clearing up, I feel better, I anticipate my pants will get a little looser again, and I'm in a better mood. (Thor can chime in here to confirm if he likes.) You can't expect your Porsche to purr when you feed it gas from Circle K. And just let me point out that everyone I gave my cold TO is pretty much still phlegmy and coughing.
Laugh at my germ-slaughtering laser brain if you must, dearest reader. Laughing will give you something to do to pass the time when you are in line at the drug store getting your Amoxicillin refill. You won't see me there; I'll be having an awards ceremony for my triumphant immune system, a la the last scene in Star Wars.
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