This is sick (not the good kind)

Six days till Christmas, and I'm sick. Like really sick.

Yeah, it's annoying, lousy, terrible, gross, etc.

I really shouldn't complain, though.

Up until now, I've never had the flu, the stomach flu, a stomach virus, or anything like that in my entire life. I'd also like to throw out there that I've never taken the "miracle" flu shot. So, you might rethink getting it next year ;) But, yeah, somehow my genetic pool/immune system/amazing-ness (jk) has protected me from common American ailments. That I'm experiencing some of it now, is slightly unnerving, but I know I'll make it through.

So far, I've been ill for a week and three days, give or take a few hours. Sadly, my sickness, unbeknownst to me at the time, prevented me from enjoying, what was supposed to be, the greatest weekend of my life. Somehow, I knew that the sickness was brewing on the horizon, otherwise, I might have been in a better mood for what was to be one of my last and best days of 2011.

What best day am I talking about?

Operation Christmas Child. You know. That shoebox thing that people are always talking about. Yep, that's it. For one day a year, my friends and I volunteer at a warehouse to help process the shoeboxes before they're packed away and shipped. Where are they shipped? ALL OVER THE WORLD. What amazes me is that, people in the processing centers are the last to touch the boxes before a child in some place thousands of miles away opens it up! There's something I take for granted.

Anyway, this day, is just really enjoyable for me (and all my other friends) every year. In the middle of July, we talk about Operation Christmas Child. A week after we've gone, we anticipate the next year. It's just a great time.

Well, here we are a week later. My father refuses to let me leave the house for Bible study ( lame), Christmas caroling (worse), and any other wonderful Christmas-y festivities.

I guess I'll go pin something..