Happy New Year!
Happy New Year friends! I hope you are having a great start to this 2026! In case you’re wondering, our Christmas was pretty fun. As every year, we finish gift opening and guests and older kids go to their own houses and Ron and I look at each other and talk about how we need a bigger house. With boyfriends, a husband and one fiancé, we had 15 kids here. We loved every minute.
With being a school employee, I had a great break. I took two classes, one for Microsoft Office (Excel and Word) and one for Customer Care. I’m trying to be the best business per-son and a good business person too.
Then Friday after Christmas hit. With three days left out of ten of break, I got super sick. I had the worst cold and stuffed up head. My theory? I was out in the trenches of buggars, too little personal space and spit flying at work, and I get home and that must have been the time that the virus manifested. Like when you were in high school science and you had just set up the experiment and the teacher says, “now put it in a warm safe and dark place so the ingredients of the experiment can work it’s magic.
Luckily I just finished my week of work up and I do feel a lot better, and I’m on meds for a sinus infection. The funny thing was, I was laying in bed thinking about all you guys as my readers, with an insanely stuffed up head, for example, my nasal passages were actually like a vacuumed sealed tight. It was crazy. But there I was, with NyQuil, doTERRA oils on my feet, I ate enough garlic to kill a vampire and Vicks covering my neck, feet, head, (but not my nose….Ron said, “don’t put it by your nostrils, I heard it can give you brain damage.” Honey, I was so clogged up that the jaws of life couldn’t get half an inch up my nose). And personally sudden brain damage would’ve given me a few more days at home to recuperate.
Anyway, I remember laying there in my bed with about ten blankets covering me as I chuckled at the funny article I was going to write about me feeling so awful. It was the only solace I had, because literally everything else was so terrible.
But as a 51 year old lady with a 51 year old brain, do you think I could remember what I was going to write about? Nope. It had to be good because I can remember not falling asleep, fighting the NyQuil, giggling quietly as not to wake up Ron.
Next time I’ll get my butt outta bed and write it down. I promise…that is if I can remember that I should
Until next time,
Fairchild “full of vinegar and brain fog” Farmgirl
Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com.
With being a school employee, I had a great break. I took two classes, one for Microsoft Office (Excel and Word) and one for Customer Care. I’m trying to be the best business per-son and a good business person too.
Then Friday after Christmas hit. With three days left out of ten of break, I got super sick. I had the worst cold and stuffed up head. My theory? I was out in the trenches of buggars, too little personal space and spit flying at work, and I get home and that must have been the time that the virus manifested. Like when you were in high school science and you had just set up the experiment and the teacher says, “now put it in a warm safe and dark place so the ingredients of the experiment can work it’s magic.
Luckily I just finished my week of work up and I do feel a lot better, and I’m on meds for a sinus infection. The funny thing was, I was laying in bed thinking about all you guys as my readers, with an insanely stuffed up head, for example, my nasal passages were actually like a vacuumed sealed tight. It was crazy. But there I was, with NyQuil, doTERRA oils on my feet, I ate enough garlic to kill a vampire and Vicks covering my neck, feet, head, (but not my nose….Ron said, “don’t put it by your nostrils, I heard it can give you brain damage.” Honey, I was so clogged up that the jaws of life couldn’t get half an inch up my nose). And personally sudden brain damage would’ve given me a few more days at home to recuperate.
Anyway, I remember laying there in my bed with about ten blankets covering me as I chuckled at the funny article I was going to write about me feeling so awful. It was the only solace I had, because literally everything else was so terrible.
But as a 51 year old lady with a 51 year old brain, do you think I could remember what I was going to write about? Nope. It had to be good because I can remember not falling asleep, fighting the NyQuil, giggling quietly as not to wake up Ron.
Next time I’ll get my butt outta bed and write it down. I promise…that is if I can remember that I should
Until next time,
Fairchild “full of vinegar and brain fog” Farmgirl
Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com.
