That is one batty bia

I'm sick, friends. It was bound to happen. I've been totally stressed, busy and beat down, and illness usually follows that.

My refuge has been found on an elliptical trainer, in my husband's arms and when my children smile. To a lesser degree, Joe, as in "nature's prozac," as in "The Godfather," has been amusing me with optimistic email, witty one-liners and great voicemail messages during the longest game of phone tag ever.

This weekend is all about healing and spending time with loved ones, as promised. Larry has a strict schedule laid out for me, but he needs a break too! I'm thinking he'll go get some guy time while Cienna and I curl up with "Enchanted." Otherwise the weekend includes MORE car repairs, a lot of movies, a lot of hockey, tea, my mom's soup, church and recovery.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love church? It centers me for the week, and I really need it this time around. Last week it was Easter, things were really busy there, it was a little more crowded, and my mind wandered a bit. But I can't wait for this Sunday.

No, no, no! I mean I CAN wait for this Sunday because I intend to make Saturday last as long as possible. It's also kind of like that last, winter weekend. It's supposed to be a sunny 48 tomorrow, which is both good gym weather and walking-outdoors weather. Sunday is supposed to be 50 and rainy. I may actually finish some reading that day. ("I Am America and So Can You" again)

I'm also doing a home show for my mother-in-law that day. It's that interior design decor thing I do on the side for extra money, and people are loving the spring line. I have high hopes that my MIL will earn some much-desired product and that I will earn some much-needed commission. And it's the only company of this genre that has equally-amazing benefits for its hostesses and representatives.

Totally off the subject...do any of you know anything about analyzing dreams? I think MB had a book about that in college. But she had every book... Seriously though, I've been dreaming about bats. Crazy, right? It's not the first time in my life that I've dreamt of bats. They are a fear of mine. Last night I dreamt that I was laying on a blanket under a tree and trying to cover my face with another blanket because there were a bunch of bats hanging upside down in the tree above me. I understood the bats were black. I also dreamt of Lil' Kim this week. I can't remember what really happened in that dream, but I know she was mad at me. Perhaps I gave the wrong guess as to how many licks it takes to get to the ...

A simple Google search for dreaming of bats produced this:

"To see bats in your dream, symbolizes uncleanness, demons, and annoyances. Alternatively, bats also represent your need to let go of old habits for your current way of life no longer suits your new growth and outlook. It is symbolic of a rebirth. It may also mean that you are entering blindly into a situation. You need to evaluate the facts more carefully The dream may also been a pun on feeling "batty" or feeling crazy.

To dream of a white bat, signifies death of a family member. To dream of a black bat, signifies personal disaster.

To see a vampire bat in your dream, represents that a person in your life may be draining your of self-confidence and/or your resources."

Awesome. :-(