Cross your fingers...I don't want a black and blue nose.

My nose hurts. It's swollen and I've had ice on it for HOURS, in the hopes that it won't turn lovely colors tomorrow. I don't know if its broken or just a little cracked. What happened? Well, I was laying on the bed, Rue fell on my nose with her fist and all of her weight following behind it. It gave me an instant headache and hurt...OMG, did it hurt. Tisha and Rue got me some frozen veggies to put on it and then Rue got me a replacement package after she gave me a hug and kiss. She felt bad about it, the poor little girlie, but it was an accident afterall. She even went back to Grandma to get me some more frozen veggies before I even asked for them. Instead Grandma dug outthe ice pack and so I sent Rue back with the veggies before they thawed out completely. I finally took something to dull the throbbing nose pain I had. I'm telling you, it was even hard to smile. I'm hitting the hay now and praying that the swelling will go down and I won't be black and blue tomorrow for my Cousin's funeral.

I'm just a little distracted...

How can I tell that my mind is somewhere else? That I have a lot on my mind? I'll tell you how... I was cleaning up some things on my desk and as my mind drifted to some memories of my cousin, I picked up what I thought was a brush applicator of lip color with moisturizer in it and brushed it on my lips,then I realized that it smelt funny and my lips stung...and that's when I realized that I brushed cutical and nail moisture treatment on my lips instead.

I better start paying attention before I spray hairspray on my pits instead of deoderant....that wouldn't be good either.

What a sad day its turned out to be.

I found out this morning that my Cousin was found dead this morning by his grandparents. He would have been 30 this April. I'm still in shock over the news. I mean, its not something you can really brace yourself for. Looks like I'm going to be flying home this weekend for a monday funeral. We don't know much and probably won't until the autopsy comes back.

I made a few calls to let people know the bad news and left some messages for people to call me back. I went outside to scoop some of the snow and ice off the driveway and while I was out there a seagull pooped on my head. Uh yeah, super gross. I was pissed but then started laughing my ass off. I'd been thinking of my Cousin Jesse when it happened. All I could do was picture my Cousin and our Uncle Randy, sitting in heaven, busting a gut over the sight of me. Knowing those two, they sent that Gull for me.

I really need to blog, don't I!

I don't know what my deal is. I guess my creative juices are not flowing. I have not made anything new since December. Fear not, I've been brain storming...well, more like brain farting, but the creative juices are starting to flow again. I have several ideas for crafts, from painting, to quilting to beading...and I all I'm waiting for is that little boost of energy to start me off. Right now, I'm making a list of possible projects, both new and half finished. I'm sure eventually I'll get something accomplished. I was actually in the mood to make sock creatures on Sat. My problem is that I had a ton of single silly socks that I could have cut up and made things with....BUT, I couldn't find the bag of socks. I'm just not sure where I put them. I know I stuck them somewhere so they wouldn't be in my way...and now I have no idea where that is. Although....hmmmm, I might have one more place to look.

Anyway, sooner or later I'll be crafting.

I heard some sad news the other day. One of my old babysitters daughters passed away. She was only 39 and preggers with her first child. Her hubby was on a business trip and when he couldn't get in touch with her he started to worry. I guess he sent someone over to look in on her and they found her dead. I haven't heard what caused her death, but really, it could have been anything..even an aneurysm. It's quite sad though. I just can't stop thinking about her or her family.

OK, enough of this. I need to flip the laundry and drag the garbage cans back from the curb.