This girl is on fire, this girl is on fiiirreeee. . .
Ok, no this has nothing to do with the Alicia Keys song. I’m not even sure what that song is about anyway. It seems that most of the lyrics are “This girl is on fire.” They leave a lot to be explained.
THIS particular girl is on fire due to some unknown cause. Flu? Infection from the root canal? Some have suggested something related to the birth of the Tiniest Captor? The theories abound!
Being sick these last 36 hours has taught me a few things, and I’d like to share these nuggets of wisdom with you. Go ahead and say it, I am a sage!
1. Flu shots. (I’m not sure this IS the flu, but just in case)
I didn’t get a flu shot this year, mainly because the country of Hungary didn’t get all that many and we’re sort of low on the pole in terms of priority there. I normally get a flu shot and will get one when I go stateside next week. I know some people get all bent out of shape about immunizations, but for me, I’m not convinced that they cause more harm than good. I’ll say this though, I enjoy not having polio, I enjoy not having TB, and I enjoy not having the measles. I would also enjoy NOT having the flu, if that’s what this is.
Lesson of this blurb? Sometimes the grass IS greener on the other side, and sometimes it’s only greener because of the phosphorus used in the fertilizer. Doesn’t make the grass any better.
2. A trained killer can’t resist a baby.
I bet your mind just screamed WHAT!? or something better. . . In our case the trained killer is the Tiniest Tolins uncle, and he seems to be able to put the baby to sleep/at ease just by picking her up. (Especially when she wants nothing to do with her parents) Crazy to think that someone who can tote around heavy guns meant for serious business can also tote around an 8lb baby like he had been doing it all his life. He has the Midas touch, except he doesn’t turn everything to gold, a gold baby would be heavy! But at least he doesn’t have the poopy touch either, cause that would just be gross.
Lesson of this blurb? Babies, especially the Tiniest Captor, can charm the pants off of anyone. Manly men stand no chance around her! 7 weeks old and she already gets what she wants from whom she wants it! This may suck when she’s 16. . .
3. You CAN work out and be sick too.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of crap. How do I know this? Because after shivering for hours on end, my muscles all feel like I ran the New York Marathon, which is really saying something, because other than sprinting after the dogs 2 weeks ago when they escaped, I haven’t run in months! Cardio and muscle training all in one easy step!
Lesson of this blurb? You don’t need Beachbody or one of those crazy work-out video packages. Just get a good fever, shiver your muscles into shape, then sweat to death once the shivers stop. Oh, side bonus, you won’t have an appetite, so you’re sure to lose weight fast!
There might be other lessons in all of this, but frankly my brain has boiled, so I can’t think of any more. Perhaps you are thankful for that.