Some Random Person on the Internets Makes Me Want to Cry
Whoever you are, thank you. It's such a small, random thing, but you've managed to make my day - most likely my week, too. And trust me, my days lately have been somewhere between "blah" and "I want to stab my eyes out."
I noticed I was getting visitors from a blog I hadn't heard of, Dante's Inferno with Children. So I went to check the site out, and there it was: a link to me. Specifically, a link to me in a post where people suggested their favorite blogs for Liesel to check out.
Dude, that's so friggin' cool. So, so cool. I don't know who e-mailed her with the recommendation, but I love them. This has never happened before, not to my knowledge. As much as I maintain this blog for my own sanity and as a way to work on my writing skills, it's SO wonderful when I find out someone enjoys this site, and even more wonderful when they recommend it to someone else.
So if you've arrived here via DIwC, welcome. I hope you enjoy your visit. And if you're the person who recommended me, thank you. It means a lot to me.
A night of drinks, food and good company at Big Fish as a group of family and friends gathered to celebrate my sister's and brother-in-law's birthdays.
A night at the ER with a very sick monkey who's temperature had dropped extremely low. He could have been going septic, or it could have been the flu or pneumonia. Thankfully (yes, thankfully), it's just a very bad cold/sinus virus plus ear/throat infection.
On the bright side, how many moms go to the hospital looking so hip?
Valentine's Day: Most Useless Holiday Ever
Is there really any point to Valentine's Day besides giving restaurants an opportunity to hike their prices up or to pressure people to act sweeter, more affectionate or just better than they normally do?
I really don't mean to sound like a Scrooge. I believe in love. I love Love. I am in love. But seriously, there's no real value in Valentine's Day! The pressure is on to buy your loved one either a grand gift that expresses your love, or chocolates and flowers, both of which are over-priced. Where's the joy in this? How can you revel in your love when you've got so much pressure on you to be romantic and thoughtful and sexy? When the clear message is: "buy a gift or lose your chance at happiness forever!"? Meanwhile, the guy who gets his woman a $3000 necklace is doing her best friend and the woman who treats her man to a nice dinner is going to dump his ass the next day. So maybe V Day's really the Holiday of Guilt. There's no romantic crime that a box of Godiva can't soothe!
Ben and I boycotted V Day long ago. We get each other cards and that's about it. This is the first year in many that we're getting each other gifts, which must be no more than $30 or so. But that decision was based more on us being so stressed out lately and wanting a small treat. I guess we'd rather a great partner throughout the year who shrugs off a commercial holiday as opposed to grand romantic gestures one day followed by a year of unhappiness.
So there you have it: Valentine's Day is a bunch of crap. Believe it at your own risk.
p.s. Sorry for the snippiness. Still sick. PMSing. Haven't consumed enough chocolate to make it all better.
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Oh Crap, They Got Me
I was hoping it wouldn't happen (mainly out of stubbornness, since once I make a claim I find it hard to back down without making yet another production out of it), but they got me. I've had to convert to Blogger Beta, or whatever the hell they're calling it now. It wouldn't give me access to my stuff unless I did it. Holding blogs hostage to get them to convert - talk about brilliant PR!
My main resistance has been my fear that I would lose my template and sidebar content. It took me some time to figure out how to work my template and add thingies to the side, and I was scared to lose it all and have to start from scratch. It seems that may not happen, and if so, I can make my peace with this.
Dude, this shit never fails: EVERY February, I get sick as a dog. I start out with an awful cold, and it ends with a terrible upper-respiratory-tract infection. Every. Year. Including, by the way, the year I was pregnant, except that it started later in the month, lasted into March, and was triple the awfulness because it was combined with first-trimester feelings of death.
So now, this year. I am so congested I can’t breathe. In an effort to be smart, I headed to the doctor first thing this morning. The good news: no respiratory infection yet. The bad: they loaded me up with more medicine than could possibly fit in my body. The conundrum: whether or not to take the meds.
I’m not much of a believer in medicine (so living with a medical professional? Not fun during times like these). I feel that our society’s been conditioned to believe that a little pill fixes everything, and I find that disturbing (unless the little pill is Xanax and I’m about to board a plane). And, I don’t know – I just feel weird about filling the body with pharmaceuticals. I can understand taking something when you have a headache or something, or the fact that some people need medicine for serious issues like heart disease or diabetes. I mainly feel weird with situations like my current one, when you feel like shit and end up taking antibiotics, decongestants, expectorants, etc. It just seems like too much.
(Full disclosure: I’m on four – FOUR – medicines for my chronic allergies/asthma. I’m not happy about it. I refuse to take them everyday like I’m supposed to and reserve them for really crappy days).
I prefer a holistic, natural approach to things and consider myself a mini expert on natural health and home remedies. Still, when I get sick like this, I have to admit that if I wait too long to start with the teas and proper oil blends, then it feels like it takes forever for me to get better.
So I’m debating the meds I’ve been prescribed and am trying to talk myself into taking them since it’s only for five days. It sucks big time to feel this way and to have to go on with life without even a nap thrown in. As it is, tomorrow alone I’ll be out the door before 7 a.m. and won’t be home till about 5 or 6 p.m.
Wah. I just want to curl up in bed and not get up till the achiness, stuffiness, sore throat and overall ickiness goes away.
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