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tonsillectomy

Published
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mrs.shoo
on March 23, 2008
in tonsils and weekend fun
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Yes, the nasty little buggers that cause me to continuously be ill have been removed from my throat. As anyone who has read the gotshoo in the past days knows I’ve been hurting like crazy, and even more than that, I’ve been tired and out of it…oh, the pain meds.

Went out yesterday for Shoo-fly family Easter. I really wore myself out for those two hours and spent the rest of the day asleep. Went to bed at 8ish last night and didn’t wake up until 9:30 this morning. And I’m almost ready for a nap.

Yes, this is my Spring Break. I hurt. I’m tired. And I get really angry whenever I see anyone eating real food. Chris has even gone so far as to try to scarf down his meals in the car before I see them.

I really don’t have a lot this morning…just wanted to say hello and that I am still alive despite the worst pain of my entire life.

my feet smell…

Published
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mrs.shoo
on March 3, 2008
in Berry, Erin C., Shoo, cooking, grilling, wedding and weekend fun
. 3 Comments

It was a quiet weekend. Thank goodness!! I’ve been a bit under the weather, and Mr. Shoo hurt his back moving things out of the garage on Saturday afternoon. Somehow cleaning my car turned into cleaning out the garage, with my car still dirty on the outside and dog-hairy on the inside. He gave me some big explanation, but like always, all I heard was Peanuts parent noises: “Wawa wa wa wa wa.”

The highlight of my weekend came on Sunday. I made homemade horseshoes–cut the potatoes to make fries and made the cheese sauce from scratch. Mr. Shoo grilled the hamburgers out on the grill for us. Erin C. and Berry came over to eat with us. Steven stopped by to pick up some stuff, and he had a brat.

And…Erin gave me a card with a really sweet message, then the last line asked me to be her bridesmaid!! I’m so honored that she thought of me because in case you didn’t know, it’s kind of a big deal to be asked to be a part of someone’s wedding. Anyway, so I’ll be a bridesmaid (or as Steve pointed out, a bridesmatron) in June. The dresses she’s picked out for the bridesmaids sound beautiful, as does her dress.

She’s also already figured out who I’m walking down the aisle with…not because I’m special, but because I’m so short. When you have a shorty groomsman, you have to pair him with the shorty bridesmaid…that’s me!! So, that’s something to look forward to–and inspire me to lose some weight.

Still aching…

Published
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mrs.shoo
on February 4, 2008
in Superbowl, commercials and weekend fun
. 1 Comment

My body still hurts…which made for a really long day.

I’m hanging out on the couch snuggled under a comforter. It’s been a long day for both Shoo and me, so we’re vegging out watching Cities of the Underworld, one of our personal History Channel favorites.

I watched some of the Superbowl yesterday, but not being a big football fan, I was in it more for the commercials. Shoo already mentioned the Justin Timberlake/Pepsi Stuff debut.

While watching JT get racked by a mailbox was entertaining, I wasn’t terribly impressed by this or any of the other commercials this year…except for the lizards.

Thriller…Lizards…Dancing…Can’t get any better, right?

Other than this one, I was more impressed with the Mythbusters marathon going on. I did however call the Giants’ win. With the help of Princess the camel, I chose the Giants. While Princess reinforced my initial choice, I originally chose the Giants because they weren’t caught cheating. Now, I’ve been told that every team cheats…however, not only were the Pats cheaters, but they were stupid enough to get caught. My strange morals and humped friend helped me to choose the winning team! Should’ve put some money on the game.

Hello, world!!

Published
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mrs.shoo
on February 3, 2008
in Betsy & Rob, Shoo, heinzel and weekend fun
. 7 Comments

As some of you know, I once had a blog. I was the good time girl…but, alas, being a teacher, I constantly have young’uns snooping into my personal life. So, the GTG blog disappeared. But, now I’m back…from outer space…or from the comfort of my own living room, whatever. Instead of hijacking the gotshoo? whenever I want to talk to the world, I asked my dear, sweet husband to create a blog for me. So, here I am. While the gotshoo? might have a multitude of dog pictures and occasional geeky drivel, I have a command of the English language and a witty rapport (or I’ll just steal dog pics from the hubby). So, on with the show.

Despite the fact that I’m attempting to get over a sinus infection, I went sledding with Betsy and Robbie, the Heinzels and my husband last night. I haven’t been sledding since stealing pieces of cardboard from the basement of the dorm I lived in my freshman year of college and “sledding” through the tundra at Eastern. (It was more of a slip-n-slide type adventure that turned into a snowball war.) Shoo tried to keep me at home, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the fun just because of some nasty stuffy nose.

We didn’t have any sleds just sitting around, so that was our first adventure. Who knew it would be difficult to find a sled after an 11″ snow?? We went to several stores before we found $10 pieces of slippery plastic at Toys ‘R Us. We figured it was the best we were going to find, so we shelled out the $20 and headed to Passfield, where we made a few trips up and down the hill before the Betsy/Robbie/Heinzel clan arrived. Really, we were seasoned sledding veterans by the time the rest of the bunch arrived.

Me and the Yeti.

Note the positioning of the yeti as I sled like a pro.

Shoo impressed some teenage boys by going over the “jump” someone had carved out of the snow. He was on his stomach, and the boys figured with his “weight” he would go pretty fast. I can’t say I saw a whole lot of extra speed, but I was told it did hurt him a bit. The rest of the clan arrived, and we hit the slopes big time. The only thing that would’ve made the night of sledding better would be the puppybutts. I do believe Clancy would’ve loved a night of sledding. I have this image of Buddy and Clancy sitting comfortably on the yeti flying down the hill over the ramp. I think they would’ve had some puppy fun. Plus, it would make for some good gotshoo dog pics.

Today, not only do I feel like the yeti stomped all over my body, but I also feel like I may have had a sinus-related relapse, but I suppose that’s just the price I’ll have to pay for some sledding fun. (I’m prepared for the mother-lecture later.)