They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

Aaaaand the cold rolls into its seventh day. I am so tired of blowing my nose and coughing and I'm pretty sure that I am single handedly keeping Kleenex, Purell, and the makers of antiseptic disinfecting wipes in business. Yes, I know, TMI. But at this point it is impossible for me to think of anything else but my own bodily functions--seeing as how they have taken over my life.

Thanksgiving confession:
It's official, I am obsessed with Facebook. Is that too 7th grade girlish to admit? I find myself checking it a couple of times a day and thinking about the next clever statement I'm going to make with my status change. I'm sure that I'll tire of it eventually, but in the meantime, it is yet another distraction. (Like I didn't have enough of those already.)

Things I Am Thankful For (Or, Alternately, Things For Which I Am Thankful...If You Are Picky About Your Grammar)

A partial list:

1. My loving husband, TLS, who (in the words of the movie Juno, which I have watched far too much of lately) is the cheese to my macaroni.
2. My friends and family. 'nuff said.
3. The good ol' US of A
4. My job (not always my favorite place to be, but it sure helps keep the heat on, the cars in gas, and food on the table)
5. My overall good health
6. Blue skies, crisp weather and the smell of wood smoke

Head cold is progressing nicely into a lovely productive cough, right on schedule. I figure that I should feel really great just about the time that my Thanksgiving holiday is over. Ah well, things could be worse and I guess there is some irony in bemoaning something so inconsequential in a thanksgiving post.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday.

Ways to Know That Inertia Girl Is Off Her Game

Ways to know that Inertia Girl is off her game

1. No blog posting
2. $25 Amazon.com gift card money burning a hole in her pocket for weeks (WEEKS!) on end
3. Didn't finish reading the book club book for this month's meeting
4. Can't seem to muster any enthusiasm for composing, preparing or mailing the beloved Christmas Letter
5. Two words: HEAD COLD

I'm about a half a Kleenex box into a lovely head cold, which I can only hope doesn't head south into my chest. Mis-er-able. Ugh.

On positive side, after having two completely unrelated friends ask if I had a Facebook profile, I finally caved. Just what I needed, another way to procrastinate my schoolwork. : )

Happy Blog-iversary to Me

Well folks, it has been a year of blogging fun over here at Chez Inertia. I've certainly covered a broad (and probably uninteresting) range of topics in the last year and 119 posts. Thanks for indulging my need to put my deepest thoughts and silliest observations out there for others to enjoy. Here's to another year of fun!