How's Chris doing?

Anyone watch the game on Thursday? We did, although it wasn't easy.

That's all I have to say about that.

Does it make me a bad Texan for wishing Rick Bayless would be on PBS all day/night so that I don't have to watch the Cowboys tonight? It's the only show Chris will watch instead of football, when it's on. Oh and BBQ U. We love PBS. And cooking.

Speaking of cooking, I'm attempting to make a chicken pot pie from scratch today. Scratch meaning pie crust from the refrigerated section of the store but everything else from scratch. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'll let you know.

A few nights ago we made chicken fried steaks and gravy. The steaks were good, the gravy? Notsomuch. I'll post the recipe sometime, for the chicken friend steaks, not the gravy. That same night Chris made mashed potatoes. They were really good. He seasoned them with all kinds of stuff. I used to couldn't get him in the kitchen, unless he was eating. Now he's in there helping out all the time. Tear. I'm so proud.

Can you tell I'm hungry?

And the burning question everyone keeps asking...How's Chris doing?

• He feels like hell.
• He is working though because he figures he's going to feel crappy whether he's at home or at work. So, might as well get paid to feel crappy.
• This morning his stomach was bothering him but he couldn't tell me how. Frusturating. Also, I forgot to stick an anti-nausea pill in his lunch box. Bad girlfriend.
• So, he's stuck at work for 11 hours with a yucky tummy.
• I know it is the steroid that is killing his stomach. He doesn't have nausea unless he's taking it. He's got a prescription for anti nausea pills but he hasn't needed taken any yet. They will make him sleepy. He takes the steroid the Saturday, Sunday, and Monday after his full week of chemo. That's when his stomach kills him.
• Thank you Zantac.

I guess that's it. Oh, besides the fact that it was 14 degrees this morning. Hello winter!

Thanks for reading ya'll. We really appreciate it.

I'm going to hear it for posting this picture, but look! It's my family! Meet Jaycie, she hates my camera.