Still riding the giant wave of shit ...

Hello! Thought I would give everyone a sunny update from your favorite Negative Nancy. I am embracing this negativity and owning it, as Oprah would say. I have been watching a lot of Oprah lately. She is teaching me oh so much. Although, sometimes I feel like watching Oprah is akin to googling weird symptoms of illnesses because she is introducing me to things I never even thought of ... like the lady that developed OCD after she had kids because she was afraid of germs.

Which brings me to the latest Drlich development ... IMPETIGO (with a possible chance of M.R.S.A.). Can I get a what, what!? I swear we are not dirty people, you guys. Abe and Sam are bathed regularly, their fingernails manicured often, their hands washed all the time. I cannot control them all the time -- for instance, when Sam is playing in the yard and eating mulch or I see Abe sticking his tongue on the side of the house. I don't know why they do these things, and I can tell you that the words IMPETIGO and M.R.S.A. are not going through their heads. (On a sidenote, do not google either of those unless you want to be grossed out and become OCD like I am now.) But, I guess this is what happens when you have kids. FYI- no one warned me about the obscure diseases that they will pick up randomly. I mean, as a child I had the run of the mill illnesses, but nothing that significantly stood out in my mind as horrifying.

So, I have taken them to the doctor and they are getting all antibioticked up, and I will find out about the M.R.S.A. on Friday, on which case our doctor says we will "take another course of action." Oh goody. Hopefully that doesn't involve blowing up our house and burning all of our possessions, while putting Sam in a bubble contraption. Because that is what I was thinking.

This is happening all on the heels of the Purse Theft and Abe's puke-a-thon 2011, in the midst of the house being put up for sale, and smack dab in the middle of the busiest time I have ever had at work. (Yes, this blog post is a rant, but I am feeling the slightest bit of relief for doing it). I am having a hard time seeing the sliver lining in this and the littlest things, like my headphones not working, are pushing me off the deep end. Next thing you know our pets heads will be falling off (that's from "Dumb and Dumber" -- Ozzie's head seems to be fully intact.)

Oprah says to surrender to the things that are out of our control. I mentioned this to Jake, and he doesn't seem to think that Oprah knows what she is talking about considering she has Stedman and all those millions of dollars, not to mention that I don't think she has had to deal with impetigo.

So, I guess what I am asking my blog readers is to just send some positive thoughts and prayers our way, because the Drlich family really needs it. We need all of the positive karma we can get. Hopefully soon I can resume my usual cheery and sappy filled blog posts abot how Sam says, "WHAT!?" like Lil Jon when you say his name and how Abe said he loved me more than Thomas the train. We are at our max capacity now. That is all.