So yesterday was Valentines Day. I know this because my husband got me stuff and I forgot. I was sick all week so I totally forgot that Valentines day existed. I woke up in a daze and sat on the couch all crabby like. Rob kissed us bye and went to work. After a good 10 minutes I decided to venture into the kitchen to get a drink. On the counter next to my purse was:

• A card from my son
• A framed picture of my son doing naked somersault (my most favorite picture)
• A card from my husband, including an explanation as to why the photo of Brandon was purple and kind of funny looking (he has never used our printer so he printed on the back of the photo paper and it made it come out purple and sort of abstract looking but I love that he tried so I didn’t even reprint it)
• A calender, since I have been moping around that I can’t find one with the right amount of yellow to hang in my kitchen.

I was so shocked because I had completely forgotten. Then I went to sign onto Yahoo to send a thank you note to him and I saw an E-mail from him. He had given me the one thing I wanted most. He finally wrote me a big ole sappy love letter. I know I should keep it to myself but, EVERYONE ELSE IS ALWAYS POSTING CUTE SHIT THEIR HUSBANDS DO SO WHY CAN’T I? HUH? WHY?

So I practically float to work. Then when I get here I had to reread my love letter. I packed my picture along so it could be the first one on my fancy new bookshelf at work. Then he messaged to ask if we were still on for our date. SHIT! I was wearing sweats. I forgot about that too since I forgot Valentines day was this week. So I rushed home and got all gussied up and he took me to BJ’s Brewhouse. I was so excited since I had been dying to try it and we made a pact to only try it together (we do that with all new restaurants). I open the menu and right away about 43 things pop out at me and that was just on the appetizer meal. I decided on the Avocado egg rolls for my starter. They were fantastic. OMG people so good. They were a bit spicy for me, which means that for anyone else they would just have good flavor. Rob got potato skins that were insane good. They were all crispy with yummy cheese melted on them and bacon and ranch and O LORDY I could have made them into a meal. For my dinner I got a southwestern salad and baked potato. The salad was awesome. It had tortilla strips, corn, avocado, tomato, onion and some kind of super southwestern dressing, that could very well be the God of all salad dressings. The baked potato however really was the God of all potatoes. This sucker was 22 ounces. HOLY SHIT RIGHT! The manager came by to check out how we were and our jaws were on the floor staring at our potatoes. He said that at Outback, their potatoes come 90 to a box, but at BJ’s theirs come 35 and they had a rule not to accept anything under 22 ounces. I wanted to marry that potato, but I settled for eating it. Rob got his with bacon on top and they actually sauted big fat pieces of bacon to put on top instead of just some wussy Bacos looking things. His meal was ribs and chicken and he also got clam chowder. He said the chowder was great and devoured all the ribs. He was so stuffed he saved the rest to pack in his lunch today. Then came desert. We ordered Pizookies. They are cookies baked into a little pie tin topped with vanilla ice cream. He got the Oreo Pie kind and I got chocolate chip. The cookie was crunchy and moist at the same time and really at this point I wanted to have sex with the man who invented BJ’s. We left with super full bellies and a huge smile on our face. It was such a lovely day. Rob and I don’t really do much for Valentines because really, its just another day. Our thought is that you should never have to set aside a day to say I love you. Basically we use the day as an excuse to go to a super good dinner.

The night almost ended perfect. We went and picked up Brandon and he was all tuckered out from playing with Papa and he passed out on the drive home. We got him in bed, got ourselves in bed and where seconds from blissful sleep when he woke up screaming bloody murder. He was having a tooth issue. I had to give him two doses of orajel and some Motrin and it still took nearly 20 minutes for him to calm down. When this happens he starts twitching around like he is having seizures and wont let you touch him. Finally I grabbed him and went to the rocker and he passed right out from all the insanity. It was so scary because he was crying so hard he was causing his face to swell. This led me to run around freaking out that I had somehow touched peanut butter or something at dinner and that I was going to be my sons kiss of death. He ended up fine but was pretty wiggly all night.

Overall the day was really great.

6 weird things about me

1. I am addicted to my Tivo. I Tivo everything from Food Network, to Reality TV to all those weird MTV shows, and of course CSI, Cold Case and so on. I was so into Big Brother, that I had a habit of walking around shouting out CHILL TOWN!

2. As much as I love to cook, I am somewhat of a food snob/picky eater. I won’t touch, blue cheese, meat, fish, goat cheese, well, any cheese that isn’t from a cow and that doesn’t look funny, brains, escargot, liver, pate, fish, fishy smelly things like seaweed wraps on sushi.

3. I think Mild taco bell sauce is spicy but I can’t seem to stay away from wusabi and Tapatio, no matter how bad it hurts my mouth and makes my nose run.

4. I love sugar in candy and ice cream. However if you hand me a drink with sugar I will be very offended. I need sugar free stuff. This happened while I was on Atkins. I discovered I hate all drinks with sugar. This includes soda, Gatorade, juice, and coffee. This week while I was sick I let myself get dehydrated before begrudgingly drinking some Gatorade. This rule does not apply to my beloved amaretto.

5. When I’m sick, all I want to do is eat junk. Like Taco Bell, Wendy’s, KFC, and bread.

6. I can not eat wheat or gluten but I can’t seem to stop eating it. No matter how bad it hurts, or what the side effects are, the shit keeps finding its way into my mouth.

I am so ashamed to admit I love Bams Unholy Union. I found it at the gym one day and I can’t stop watching it. Those two are so cute together. Oooo now Road Rules is on when means I get to see Abe beat the crap out of some guy AGAIN!

You receive emails like this, and pictures like these
So I got Brandon lunch then the phone rang so he took his bowl of spaghetti and poured it out then threw the bowl at the dogs and took the rest and kept pushing it off his tray on the ground, yes that’s noodles all over my dogs. Then he thought he should take his milk and spit it at them my hands were tied on the phone and when I got off all I could do is grab a camera and laugh about the whole thing. Ya I took them with our new shop cameras. Don’t you like how rusty helps him clean up his mess. -grandma

Yeah so this morning I awoke starving. Not just starving but famished. I enjoyed a bowl of oatmeal. Still starving. I began seeing visions of sandwiches in my head. They were dancing around like crazy in there. Bread, bread, bread my mind was saying. So I gave in and I snarfed down a sandwich and some chips. YES I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW I! KNOW! I am not supposed to eat wheat. But, people, listen to me, I NEEDED THIS SANDWICH. I had to have it. I am aware that its going to kick my ass soon, but at least I’m not sitting here starving to the point of dizziness anymore.

I am also sitting here watching last nights CSI Miami trying to find out if they are really going to kill Erik or not. The info on the show says A member of the team dies after being shot in the head. However they revived him in the start of the show, so now I’m waiting to see if he will die in the last seconds or if that was just a heist to get us to watch. Okay, he lived phew. Now I’m watching Friends, the one where Rachael is pregnant, and it so reminds me of me at the end of my pregnancy.

I finally get to go back to work tomorrow and I am so excited, because I hate being behind and I was already behind from having Brandon sick all week last week. It will be nice to be all caught up and back on a normal diet and out with the real people again. I’m so sick of lounging around, but I don’t have the energy to do anything else.

In other news, my son jammed two cds into the drive on my new MacBook, meaning now every time I open it my computer makes a noise like eghchhherg grwiew, grind grind as it tries to shove them out. At some point I need to make it up to the Mac store but I’m so lazy that I don’t know when I’ll make it there.

So, Saturday morning, as you read, I began puking before my trip to Olive Garden. It hasn’t stopped. I threw up so much this week, and had other things happen, that I became so very very dehydrated. This morning, my mom came and brought me some gatoraid, since I hadn’t drank anything in 3 days. I was shivering and decided to crank the heater up to 73 and turn on the fire place. I guzzled down two gatoraids and suddenly I was on fire. I had a fever of 100.8 but didn’t even know because I was so dehydrated that made me shiver. Rob got home just in time to laugh at me melting in my ultra warm house. Finally I had to turn the fan on. Also since I can’t eat gluten I haven’t been able to eat any good sick food. No Saltines for me, boo. I sank so low I finally made some Ramen and just left out the noodles. It was heavenly but didn’t do so much for the whole me being starving thing. It is 4:32 and I’m still starving. I can’t have any cream of wheat, still no crackers, nothing at all good. So now I’m thinking maybe I will make some mashed potatos. If I can stand up long enough, since standing tends to make me dizzy. Uggg. The worst part is knowing Rob has to be next. I feel horrible knowing he will be sick soon. I will maybe write some better posts tomorrow, but maybe not.