11 posts from May 2008

1. If you start feeling ill right before a long weekend, don't wait it out.
2. If you have sinus trouble that suddenly starts bothering your ears, don't think ridiculous things like "maybe my ears are tougher than my sinuses".  They probably aren't.
3. When the Nurse on Call says, "treat your throat with an antiseptic spray" and you don't want to go to CVS and your husband and kids are also sick and you're left wondering what to do, try peppermint schnapps.  Really.  It works.
4. Swabbing out the inside of your eyelids will probably remind you of some gruesome horror movie.  Saying "blood, blood, death, death!" probably will freak someone out, though, so don't.
5. Do not look in the mirror and think of what a good zombie you'd make.  Especially at three in the morning.  This will either freak you out or depress you, or make you behave like an ass.
6.  Don't ever, ever, ever get in a fight with your spouse or kids about who is sickest.  Even if you are sickest.
7. For whatever reason, everyone at the urgent care clinic will act ungodly happy and will piss you off.  It's best not to let on about that, though, because obviously they know you are sick or you wouldn't be in the chair sobbing and saying, "I HURT.  EVERYWHERE."
8.  If you've been in the same clothes for four days and can't remember the last time you bathed, just because YOU don't realize you smell doesn't mean you don't.  You probably stink and have just adjusted to that fact.
9. Applesauce has a distinct texture.
10. When the nurse says "don't eat or drink anything with citric acid" you will suddenly learn that EVERY BEVERAGE has citric acid.  Peppermint schnapps is still good.
11.  Randomly screaming "I hate everything" may be cathartic- that is, until someone takes it personally.
    

Since emily sears reintroduced Death is Not an Option, I thought I'd reintroduce my own game.  And since she changed format, I thought I would to likewise.  So, DxO 2.0, this is CHIA 2.something-or-other!

Would you rather-

1. Be married to the most attractive man you'd ever seen (if he was not smart), or the most intelligent (if he was not pretty)?
2. Be able to eat bacon all day long, or chocolate?
3. Live in the tropics in a shanty, or in the tundra in a mansion?
4. Be able to fly or have super-strength?
5. Be a superhero or a god/goddess?
   

My husband just sent me a text saying that his work (a factory) is going to four long days a week instead of five eight hour days, to help the employees save on gas.

Oh, sure, everything's fine.  The common man isn't getting pinched into oblivion.  The middle class isn't eroding.  Look at the statistics, our gross national profit is going up!  There are less people on unemployment!  Everything will be fine!  Only our gross national profit includes everything from hospital fees to collections- so does it really tell us anything of value about how our economy is doing?  And as for people going off of unemployment- you're booted off automatically after six months.  So do we really know that all of those people got jobs?

God.  I am so sick to my stomach right now.

I'm planning on visiting my grandma either today or tomorrow if she answers the phone (she doesn't always answer when she's quilting and the phone is in the other room).  I guess I'll be walking.

Somebody's got to stop using all the gas.  Might as well be me.

Today I went for a jog.

I know, there are gongs sounding and everyone is cowering in awe.  Ra, ra, me!  I went for a jog! 

But despite the fact that it seems like an inconsequential thing, it means a lot to me.  I actually put on my shoes, and I ran somewhere.  I did this deliberately.  I am taking care of myself.  I've been noticing lately that my overall stamina is shot, and once I pushed myself with a fast pace for the jog I realized that my lung capacity is just shot.  Two blocks, and my diaphragm was aching.  My lungs and throat burned.  I could feel those weird "I'm exhausted" tears in the corner of my eye.

So I played a game with myself.  I told myself that if my legs (not lungs) were tired when I passed the next tree, or next house, or next road, I'd slow down.  Fortunately for me my legs are far stronger than the rest of me.  So I told myself to not be a wimp.  I was stronger than a little burning.  I was stronger than a weak lung capacity.  So I kept going, and I kept going, until right before that point where you know that there is absolutely no way you can keep moving.

And then I didn't stop.  I just slowed down.

And despite the fact that right now I still have that wobbly feeling in my gut, I feel good.

Because I'm marginally stronger than I was this morning.  As my body goes through the process of healing and being pushed, healing and being pushed, healing and being pushed, I will continue to grow stronger.  I will become more flexible.

And while it sucks compared to maybe staying at home and catching up on Reaper, it's good.  My forty year old self will thank my twenty five year old self for not being a wimp.

Ra, ra, me.  I went for a jog.

I also made rhubarb crumble.  And now I will eat some.

Tonight is awesome.  Boring, but awesome.

I realize that it is part of one of the many traditions I was raised in (in my early teens my dad pastored a Non-Denominational Evangelical church) but I'm not that way now.

I'm talking about it in more detail on WordPress today.  Go thou and comment.

Tagged by Charms-

Summarize your life in six words- photo/video accompaniment optional.

So...

One Girl Army will overcome.  Seriously.

Is Sexual Fantasy sinful?  That's the question I'm asking on my WordPress blog.  Go thee, and comment!

We fixed the computer, but the new Ubuntu only has the new FireFox, which apparently hates Vox.  And thus blogging here is a REAL chore as I can't format posts at all, no bold or italics or EVEN LINKS.

See, I was going to link to shushnow.wordpress.com and tell you all to keep your eyes on it, but, hey, can't format.

Freaking FireFox.  I usually love it, just not this week.  Anyway, copy and paste that sucker into your navigation bar for me, why don't you?

And I really will catch up with comments and posts at some point, I swear to God.  Life is just kicking my butt right now.

Just listening to NPR on the way home from Panera Day and guess what?

They were calling yesterdays primaries a definitive win for Obama, and EVERY SINGLE COMMENTATOR, even the ones who were Clinton supporters, were saying that there is now NO WAY CLINTON CAN WIN, and it's only a matter of time until Obama is set forth as the Democratic Nominee.

Are there angels singing?  I think there are.  Is McCain shaking in his old man boots a little?  I think he is.

Can I get an "ooooh, yeah..."

Oooh, yeah...

I know, I'm a political junkie and too into words and my whole "Obama is like totally the greatest orator in contemporary history and he'll go down in history as an icon of the African American community and this is a great day for America" thing gets old, but...

Oooh, yeah.

I'm a happy girl.

SIDE NOTE:  IN has open primaries, and there have been reports of Republicans who went to the Democratic table so they could "vote for Hillary just to stir the pot" mourning the fact that this means they can't vote in their own primaries.  Uh...  duh.