Sick, sick, sick!

I just had to throw this out because it's bugged me since I saw it. There's this unfortunate show called Wife Swap, where people willingly torture themselves by volunteering to put themselves into the worst possible living conditions for themselves by having their wives and mothers "trade places" with another woman to live as a wife in another home. I've seen some of the worst and most destructive things happen during the course of this show, and I just wonder why people would put themselves through it.

On one show, the intruding guest called the book reading daughter a "geek." This was brought up in the meeting at the end, and it was regarded as an insult. You see, that's what's wrong with society today. The greatest compliment one can receive is regarded as insulting. I was crushed. Someday, they'll discover that the Bible has a translation error when they re-read the beatitudes and it says: "The geek shall inherit the earth."

Anyway...

Beyond just being generally sick, we're ill as well, and have been off and on for two weeks now. It all started when we went to dinner with my family and one of them discovered they had the dreaded flu. This means that all of us have been tossing this thing around ever since. I haven't had a full night's sleep since...um...yeah. On Monday-Tuesday, Rock Girl was sick, so that was every two hours or less. On Tuesday-Wednesday, I was ill. Last night, Rock Girl was up again, and this time, she didn't realize the toilet seat was down as she was rushing through the darkness and the vomit went everywhere.

This means the Queen and I were up at 4:30 this morning cleaning the bathroom. Could there be a more romantic setting? Honey, pass me the bleach. Oh, you touched my hand... My, you look sexy with that mop. Nothing says "I love you" like the smell of vomit in the air. Ahhhh....

Of course, Rock Girl is devastated because a) she loves school (she's daddy's little geek, much to the dismay of the Queen) and b) there was a field trip today to see a play. Things haven't changed in school -- any field trip, no matter what you do or where you go, is always an event worth attending. You always go to school for a field trip.

Me? I've been ill for a few days again after being ill a couple of weeks ago. (It just won't go away and stay away.) But do I stay home and recover? Of course not. Let me introduce you to a little term I learned that's got an entire Wikipedia article to itself. Look up Presenteeism, and you find this: "Presenteeism is the opposite of absenteeism. In contrast to absenteeism, when employees are absent from work, presenteeism discusses the problems faced when employees come to work in spite of illness, which can have similar negative repercussions on business performance." I've been a presentee for days. On Tuesday, I was mostly hunched over my computer praying for the day to end quickly. I'm doing much better today, though I'm still feeling the backlash of being ill.

For now though, I find I'm thoroughly enjoying a little piece of technolust called an iPod. Perhaps you've heard of it. This little jewel plays music and movies, which are two of my greater passions in life. Why the iPod and not the iTouch? Well, ten times the storage for short. 8 Gig for $280 or 80 Gig for $250. I've got this thing packed out with about 30 Gigs each of movies and music, and I'm switching out movies as soon as I watch them. It may be a 3 inch screen, but the detail is astounding. The naysayers don't have one. They don't know.

I've watched movies during times where even a portable DVD player would be inconvenient or impractical. During breaks at either job, while waiting for programs or screens to load, standing around outside waiting for the Queen to arrive (granted, a rare occurrence, but there was one time) -- and I've got the music playing almost constantly when I can get away with it. It's very sweet.

And while I'm thinking about it, Jeepers Creepers was really dumb. Talk about the epitome of bad horror movies. They did all the wrong stuff. But I digress.

The Socialite decided all of a sudden that she wanted to take her lunch today instead of having lunch at school. Not sure where this came from, although with all the reports of school lunches gone wrong, the Queen was giving serious consideration to doing this anyway. Who knows? Maybe The Socialite overheard her. However, since there were no plans in place for her to take said lunch, and hence, no take-it-with-you lunches prepared, she got peanut butter and jelly. But since she happens to like peanut butter and jelly, she had no complaints.

Hopefully, we're almost over this whole sick thing because it's getting really old. No one likes being sick, and none of us are any exception to that rule. Someone at work asked Optimus Prime and I if we came into work while we were sick, and we just smirked. "We're Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Attendance," he said. Since he decided to go there, I had to add that he was the Mrs. as he possessed the man boobs. He declared he was a D cup and so ended that conversation.