No, I’m not referring to my sister’s home. I came down New Year’s Eve with some of the worst crud I’ve had in a while. By the time I got to my doctor Wednesday morning it had turned into a nasty asthmatic bronchitis with a little Pink Eye added just for kicks. Bleh.
I’ve spent the last two and a half days laying on my couch wishing I was comatose, or at least could stop coughing and shivering with chills and fever. But things finally began to break late this afternoon, and I’m starting to feel a little more like myself. It’s nice.
It was kinda crappy to be all feverish and chilling on New Year’s Eve. It was especially hard to go to church that morning. I hadn’t gotten much sleep since the fever started during the night. I ended up dozing through the sermon — and I didn’t even care. And I was on the second row. 
HA! Guess that’s the good part of having a fever; you don’t have the energy to be embarrassed by your own actions.
Despite all that, I had a good New Year’s Eve celebration. We just hung out at my sister’s, ate good Christmas candy and watched the ball drop in New York at midnight. Much of the day was spent watching the second season of Lost, which, thankfully, doesn’t take much energy. Oh, and we watched the dogs go crazy with all the fireworks going off. They just didn’t know what to do with themselves; running from the front of the house to the back and then back again, searching in vain for the source of the crazy booms and barking at us to either set them free to find them or to shut them up ourselves.
And while we’re on the subject, what’s the deal with the South and shooting off fireworks all year round?? Every time I hear them I’m completely thrown off. They are illegal throughout most of Southern California, so it’s hard for me to wrap my brain around the idea that most cities/counties in the South allow people to own them and shoot them off whenever they want. I keep thinking of all the fire hazards and risks people are taking with every pop, whizzz and whistle/scream I hear. At the same time, I got very used to hearing gunshots during all my years in LA. You’d think those would send me through the roof more than fireworks, but, hey, you hear them often enough, you get desensitized to the sound. AND they do sound remarkably like a firecracker going off. So often, my first thought when hearing them in LA was that someone had set off a(n) (illegal) firecracker. It usually took a second for it to register it was gunshots. And like I said, I got pretty desensitized to it. I’d pray for the people involved, but rarely called 911 to report shots fired. Now, oddly enough, living here in the South, when I hear fireworks on any day other than the 4th of July, it’s really hard for me to remember that its fireworks, not gunshots, I’m hearing. And my first reaction is to pick up the phone and call the police. Cuh-razy.
Well, I got off on a tangent there, didn’t I. Guess I’m still pretty much a cotton-head… Hope your week has been better.
in most places i’ve lived, you can shoot fireworks anywhere outside of the city limits. but people do it inside too. then i moved to new orleans. this was my first new years in nola. i wanted at least one before i graduated (although there was always next year… the previous 2 i’ve been in nashville for passion). anyway it was insane here. i’m so used to the gunshots… i kept saying, “so this is what it’s like in a war zone.” kinda creepy, but also really neat. one more thing i’ve crossed off my new orleans list.
glad you’re back. sad you’re sick. later.
Thanks, Joe! Good to hear you had a good holiday, even though it was rather insane —- hey, how ‘cum you didn’t go to Passion this year?
1. it was in atlanta, and i’m SOOOO tired of going to atlanta.
2. it was going to be bigger, and that’s great… but after 2 years… well that leads me to number…
3. i never got to go in undergrad, when it would have benefited me best. then, in seminary, i went two years in a row. i made the decision last year that i had kind of grown past the big party feeling, and i’d really only go if i could be a volunteer, or if i led a group up there. two years of going by myself (although i did stay with and go with a few friends my second year) was enough. this year our church really pushed InterVarsity’s Urbana 06 at the end of December, which i signed up for, but bailed on because it cost more than Passion and was much further away- and it still would have just been basically me.
anyway, i love louie and passion, and the david crowder band has influenced me in ways they’ll never possibly know (they were the camp band playing the week i became a christian in 1999). but when it comes down to it, i started to feel like i was the only one there by himself- alone in a sea of “the church”. and i decided that i’d only go back if i could volunteer (almost all individuals or groups, but everybody has to work together) or if i took a group.
bet you weren’t looking for such a long answer to such a simple question. =)
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Lu needs an explanation I’m not sure any of us can give her: [W]hat’s the deal with the South and shooting off fireworks all year round?? Every time I hear them I’m completely thrown off. They are illegal throughout most…
Blow Stuff Up
Lu needs an explanation I’m not sure any of us can give her: [W]hat’s the deal with the South and shooting off fireworks all year round?? Every time I hear them I’m completely thrown off. They are illegal throughout…
whoa, how’d you get all famous getting mentioned by a local news blog. neato.
Oh, that little thing? I hardly noticed. 😉
Actually, I’ve been mentioned by NiT and its sister, Volunteer Voters, quite a few times… and I never know what’s going to pique Brittney’s (NiT’s moderator) interest. I was rather surprised a post about my snotfest actually made the cut, but, well, there you are. Nifty, yes?
Terrifying. Here I just pretended it was just you and me around here (with your folks back home coming around every once in a while). I should be more thoughtful about what I say now. Gosh. Stupid Internet.