March Madness... Houston style

AKA - it's Rodeo time!

Three reasons for the lack of posting:
1) I got really sick. I had a nasty respiratory infection (complete with 102.8 fever) - I was too sick to go to work for 4 days straight and I lost 8 pounds. And then one of the prescription medication I was taking had a bad affect on me and I ended up passing out and slamming my skull on the corner of an oak table - and I woke up with a concussion. I'm better now - pretty much back to normal, but the base of my skull is still a tad tender. And an antique china teapot didn't make it - after I hit my head, I fell forward, dragged a chair and my laptop down with me, and knocked into on a shelving unit. The impact caused things to fall, and a ceramic cup that Andy gave me landed on an antique china tea set that my mom gave me. The teapot smashed and a a cup lost a handle. I was more upset about the teapot breaking than the fact that I couldn't stand up for more than 3 minutes without feeling woosey. :) Luckily I had Sam to nurse me back to health (and walk Wibble). Oh, and when I passed out I landed really hard on my left/good knee and damaged it (which feels better now, after some serious pain killers and wraps). I'm the most accident-prone person I know.

2) Rodeo. For the past 6-7 weeks, I've had Rodeo meetings 2-4 times a week, culminating in the beginning of Rodeo last week. Last week I went 4 times, this week I'm going 4 times, and I'm sure I'll go another 4 times the final week. Mostly I'm enjoying it, but I'm also in the Rodeo Choir, singing the national anthem and walking around in costume as a "living history exhibit." It's cool, but busy (especially with the drive time).

3) Sam. Things are going fantastically - and he treats me as no guy has ever treated me before. I came home the other night and was greeted with a note and tulips on my table. He walks Wibble for me when the weather is bad. When I was sick, he was over here all the time with food and a heating pad and willingness to walk Wibble when I couldn't. He sends me a sweet e-mail every night for me to read when I wake up and sends me text messages while I'm at work. Again, I can't say enough good things about this man - he is the most sweetest, selfless person. And he's also acting as a personal trainer for me at the gym - he's working me pretty hard with the weights and my upper body is getting seriously toned.

So, life is good. Work is good. I'm a happy camper.

Cheers!