"Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it."

 
Quote by Jane Wagner, (and Lily Tomlin)
 
I'm stressed. This month is proving to be a tough one, for me, for Chris, for us together.
 
Sure. There has been a few good things.
 
We found our apartment relatively at the speed of light, and it was a great deal considering our home province, OIL-LAND, Canada.
 
The mechanic we brought the neon to looked all over the engine and couldn't find a leak. We were told to drive it a lot over the weekend and bring it back for him to inspect again. We didn't really, but Chris took it to work today, so if there is the tiniest bit of smoke on his drive there or back, it is going straight to the mechanics tomorrow morning. Best part of this is that the mechanic didn't charge us anything for the time he spent trying to find the "leak". Hopefully, it is just a freak one time thing, seeing as how it started in the - 46 C weather we had there, I have convinced myself it was somehow cold-related. We'll see. (Knock, knock. That was me knocking on wood. Just a little superstitious. Sometimes.)
 
Marley has been doing pretty good, even with the sudden flood of boxes, bags of paper for wrapping, boxes, packing tape and boxes. She doesn't normally take change very well, but we've been trying to 'introduce' her to all of the new things, spend a lot of time with her, and try to explain to her that yes, we are moving, but she is coming with us, and that we would never leave her behind. (I know that it might seem a little weird to have half conversations with my dog, but she's the closest thing I've got to a little girl right now, and she understands pretty good - or seems too, anyway.)
 
We've been lucky to get a lot of help by means of boxes and packing material, we got a storage thing in Edson quick and easy, too. Chris will be bringing a couple of boxes to work with him everyday (6 days a week) so that we'll have a little less to move later on.
 
We've been stressed mostly about the time crunch, the amount of packing to do, and the sudden addition of moving costs to our bills this month. Oh, and wedding stuff. Plenty of wedding stuff. I've been trying to sort out the bridesmaid dress info, and after getting a few different answers from a few different places, I called, talked to the managers and got straight answers.
 
None of which were really good news. But, oh well. It wasn't terrible news, so it's not too hard to deal with.
 
It's been an overwhelming amount of stress right from the middle of last month. Started with the sinusitus infection, followed closely by my realization that  folliculitus had returned. Add in the really cold snap with the car problems, our decision to move, apartment hunting, $$$, and a bunch of wedding stuff...
 
I am trying to look at it as a challenge, and a bunch of smaller things than a big pile to overcome. And, taking it one step at a time (I'll do this right now, and focus on that later.) and not looking at the big picture (I have HOW MUCH STUFF TO DO?) is much easier, once you get the hang of it.
 
So, I am dealing with it fairly well, I think. Until today, at least. I may be coming down with something. I woke up feeling so freaking sick... and it only got worse. I couldn't even stomach the idea of taking my antibiotic, but then again, anyone who has smelled "Cefelex" understands. (Probably the stinkiest antibiotic ever.)
 
I went to work anyway, hoping to feel better, and no. Gawd, no. Quite the opposite.
 
I was cold, very cold, still am. Dizzy, nauseous, achey and ended up sick. (You know what I mean.) I still don't feel that great. I had a bath after they sent me home - I tried to call in someone else, but couldn't get ahold of her. I felt a little better after the bath, and so far, the soup I had has stayed down. Still nauseous, a little dizzy. And so freaking achey. Oh, well, I hope it passes soon, whatever it is.
 
I feel like I do a lot of complaining on this blog... hmmm...
 
I just don't have much to talk about. (I don't want to give away all the details of the wedding!)
 
:)
 
I am cold again, I need to go put on my slippers or grab my freshly cleaned blanket (Marley was sick recently, and when she's sick, her whole body smells of it. It's like it osmosis's out through her skin (although if dogs don't have sweat glands, that doesn't make sense.) and she tends to curl up in every blanket/pillow/sweater/fresh laundry/dirty laundry/wet towels/cloth bag/anything she can find.
 
She even tucked herself in the other day when she curled up on Chris's side of the bed. It was on top of the blanket, but she kicks it around and digs in whatever she lays in, and she made a little cavern type thing.
 
And, I've found a really good substitute for pop. (Oh, Pepsi, how I miss you) Juice, and tons of it. Orange, Apple, Strawberry Oranage Banana, my fave.
 
Coffee is still a weakness, although a rare one, and getting rarer. Eventually I think I will be able to give it up completely again. :)
 
The 500 feet outside our new apartment will make it tough, but a good test for my willpower. It helps that Edson's TH has one of the worst perma-lineups I've ever seen. Yes, worse than Cold Lake's. Both of them.