Just Say No to the Pepper Juice

First of all I'd like to give a big thank you to Deirdra over at A Storybook World for bestowing on me the creative blog award.

How sweet!
I never thought of myself as terribly creative so this came as a big surprise.

And she's got a great blog so you should check it out. She writes fantasy and has some fantasy posts along with interviews with people in the writing world.

Now onto other pressing matters.
I have some important information to impart to you.

When have hot peppers
DO NOT wipe your hands on a napkin and than wipe said napkin over your face-more specifically the nose.
Pepper juice will waft up your nostrils and burn like all hell.

I am not really sure I have any nose hairs in my right nostril.

And you just have to ride out the pain.
It's not like you can pour water in your nostrils
and you can't use cream to make it feel better.

That's my nugget of wisdom for today!

Could Be Fun Or Not

Got my family reunion invitation in the mail today.
I don't know why I get them.
I never go.

OK, I have gone to 2 of them.
I didn't have any fun.

But, every year when I get the invite I think
maybe, just maybe this year would be different.

I did that last year with my 20 year class reunion.
I went to the 10th and it sucked so why be this one be better.

But, I always just wonder.

I have just never felt like I fit in with my family.
It's like those books where the girl says she feels like she must have been adopted cause she was nothing like anyone else in the family.

I do bear a family resemblance.
I have my dad's Nike swoosh smile.

But, that is basically where it ends.

I don't think the same way about lots of things.
I don't do much of anything the same either.

I guess I always think, they are family and I should care more than I do.
And also if I don't go, I will miss something great.
But, if I go and am bored to tears I am going to kick myself for wasting 4 hours of my life that I won't ever get back.

If my grandma was still walking the earth or rolling around in her wheelchair
I'd probably go.

That would be worth it.

But, seeing how she left us many moons ago
I can't see that happening.

I'll still keep the invite though.
Just in case.
Even though, I know in my head I won't go.

I know I am wishy washy.

I Think I May Be A Vampire

I have been thinking maybe I am a vampire and just don't know it.

OK I don't drink blood or have fangs.
So, that might count me out.

But, I hate bright light.
It actually hurts my eyes.

I could sleep all day and be good with that.

I have trouble sleeping at night.

I love garlic.
But, it's OK for vampires to eat garlic as long as they have been invited into a house.
Have you never watched "The Lost Boys"?

Maybe I am just in a transitional phase.

Maybe I need to go find Blade and get some of his fake blood serum for when the transformation is complete.

But, maybe it really is like "The Lost Boys" and I will stay in the transition phase until I make my first kill.

Since I have no urge to kill people, I guess I am just going to stay this way forever.

Crap!

I was really hoping to be a sexy vampire.

I Wanna Be Lazy

Instead I am doing things like laundry and dishes.

I have also decided maybe I will try the April A-Z blogging challenge on my yummy stuff blog.
But, unlike here where I shoot from the hip
I need to figure out what to post.
Than I have to make it
so I have a picture.

And I am realizing certain letters of the alphabet don't have a lot of foods attached to them.
Who knows what I will do for X?

So, the recipe thing may be a bust.
I have not given up hope yet.

I do have some interesting ideas for this blog for some letters.
But, I will give more thought to that another day.

I am on brain fry trying to come up with a list of recipes.
I don't think I can handle much more.
My head could explode.



We wouldn't want that, now would we?
Who would fix supper?

I am so ready for warm weather to come and just stay.

That way I have a handy excuse for not doing housework.
" I was out working in the yard."

Plus, I can start my garden.
I so much want to do that.

Later!

It's Purple Day People!

It's that time of the year again.

Here's an article about Purple Day if you'd like to read it.

But, if you don't Purple Day is a day to show your support for Epilepsy awareness.

It was started by a nine year old girl in Canada.

It is a global movement.

All you have to do is wear purple. Head to toe or maybe some nail polish.
It doesn't matter.

Purple Day matters to me because of Kiddo and me becoming aware of epilepsy.
She had childhood epilepsy.
That article explains more about what happened.

It was very scary and no one knows what the cause of epilepsy is.

It's not a fundraiser.
It's just an awareness kind of thing.

Like why are so many people wearing purple?
So, you check it out and learn some things you may not have known before.

It's the Silver Lining

It is indeed true what they say.
Whoever THEY are.

But THEY say that every cloud has a silver lining.

And I always try to look for it.

Sometimes I have to look really, really hard.
Stick my head way in there just to find it.

I believe I have found the sliver of a lining in all this world fighting and natural disasters.

Ya know what it is?

Charlie Sheen is no longer all over the news.

I know it doesn't balance out too well.
But, he is out of the news.

Barley pop?

Look at him!
This man is is not healthy.
The way he rants and raves about anything and everything along with his physical appearance just screams addict.
One of these days his heart is going to explode.

What is the human fascination with waiting for a train wreck to happen?

Maybe some guys are fascinated by the fact he's got 2 porn stars living with him.
Of course he does.
They love money, he's got money.
They like to party, his life is a party.

Dude, they sure aren't staying with him for his gentleness.
He's got tiger blood don't ya know?

I know eventually the media would have quit talking about him.
The three week rule and all that.

But bombing Libya just speeded it up a little bit.

See?
Silver Lining.

Alright Already, I'm Going To Do It

Blog that is.

I was over at Semi True Torystellar's blog Can U Relate and she had a post about trying to do A-Z posts in April.

So, I thought why not.
I'll give it a shot.
A post 6 days a week so it goes through the whole month.

This could be very interesting and much needed for me.
I have been lazy when it comes to writing anything, anywhere.

No articles on Bukisa.
No posts on Yummy Stuff
and not many here either.

I already have a couple ideas for some of the letters.

If you want to sign up head over here.

I know I could grab the button and post it.
I'm gonna be honest and tell you I have not figured out how exactly to do that.
I can copy the picture and that's the best it gets.

It could be really fun seeing how creative everyone gets.

Changes

Change changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
Changes
- Yes

Big changes going on in my world

Some good
some not so good

I have committed myself to taking better care of myself.
Eating more fruit and grains.
Cooking with olive oil.
Drinking plenty of water.

That and I am exercising.
Exercise is not my strong suit
but I am doing my best.

I am not a fan of drinking water
but so far so good.

Whatever I am doing, it seems to be working.
I am not so tired and just blah.

I do miss baking though.
I love to bake.

When I am stressed
I can go in the kitchen and just bake and my brain forgets it's pissed at the world.

But, in the end it's a good thing.
A good change.

I still can bake, just don't need to as often
and it's for the best.

Let 'em eat fruit!

So, that's the good changes.
What about the bad?

My big sis was diagnosed with diabetes over the weekend.
Now she has to make all these changes.
Tough changes.

So many things that she doesn't have a choice about if she wants to stay healthy.

When I think about it, I don't know that I could handle that type of change very well.
I'd probably curl up into a ball and cry for days.
I'm thinking The Golden Corral buffet would be out of the question.
Not that I eat there.
Just saying- too many carb foods to tempt me.

I hope I never have to.

It runs in the family though.
So, I may have to someday.

I am going to do some looking and researching diabetic recipes and putting them on Yummy Stuff.
And if anyone knows of any good diabetic friendly foods please leave me a comment or send an email.
I would appreciate it very much.

When you make a change, it's so much easier when it is your choice.
Knowing you can still eat junk if you want.

Diabetics can still eat junk.
I have an inlaw that is a prime example of exactly how a diabetic should NOT eat.

But, if you want to stay as healthy as possible it really isn't a choice.
You do what the doctors tell you.

And it totally sucks.

But, they caught it before she started having any health problems related to it so that a good thing.

Some changes in life are good.
Some changes in life are bad.
But, nothing can ever stay the same forever.

I just need to be grateful for all that I have.
Because who knows when change is a comin'.

Happy, Happy Day!

Today is just a great day.

The sun is shining.
It's 63 degrees.
Oh yeah!

That's what I'm talking about.

A coat free day.
A kid free day AND night.
And a honeyman home night.

All at the same time.

That just does NOT happen too often.

Kiddo is on Spring Break and spending some time with her great-aunt and also her grandparents.

Oh we have also seemed to have acquired another cat.
She came out of nowhere- or out from behind one of my spruce trees.

She is the tiniest little thing.
Kiddo has already named her.
She shall now be known as Splotch.

We've already had a Sprinkles and a Patches and even a Cali(cause she was calico).
And she's got splotches so it fit.

I'm not fond of the name.
But, whatever.
Kiddo is happy.
And it is just a name.

A rose by any other name and all that jazz.

Well, now I gotta go fix a meal that Honeyman and I love and Kiddo hates.

Later!

And So Shall I Blog

I just looked and it has been a whole week since I posted anything on here.

Things have been interesting.

Last Friday I spent the day in the E.R.
Abdominal pan of unknown origin.

They didn't find anything.
Did an x-ray and an ultrasound.
Nothing showed up.

But, it really hurt when they pushed around my belly button.

I was so tired, but couldn't sleep.
Have you ever tried to sleep in an E.R.?

At first the doc thought maybe I had an abdominal hernia so I had to lay for what seemed like forever with pillows under my butt.

Finally, the surgeons checked me out and thought possibly I might have a slight defect in my naval or it could have to do with the fact that that is where they cut me open for my tubal ligation years ago.

So, I learned nothing.
Except laying for hours flat on my back with pillows under my butt doesn't feel good.

The pain has since subsided.
It still hurts now and than, but I will just have to live with it.

Since that day, I have spent a lot of time sleeping and little else.

It's a Bonding Thing

It's a big eye opener to come to the realization after over three decades on this earth that bonding is something you never really learned to do.

Really, I just don't bond well.

I didn't even feel that instant sense of connection that mothers are "supposed" to feel the moment their child comes into the world.
We have a good bond now.
But, after 14 years, that is how it should be.

I don't know how to open up and share the real me with people.

Even when I am down and people offer to listen to me, I just shy away from opening up.

Even when I write my blog.

Except in a few instances, I go so far and no farther.

When I grew up, I was taught not to share feelings.
No hugs and kisses.
No I love yous.
No differences in opinions allowed.

If my sisters or I ever said one thing in disagreement with the other we were told not to fight.
It wasn't a fight, it was just a different viewpoint.

My parents were really good at the clothing and shelter part of parenting.
But, there was never that sense of closeness either.

I do hate that I have seemed to carry that with me throughout my life.

I do remember trying to give a friend a hug once in sixth grade and she didn't like that.

I love hugs, but I just don't give them to hardly anyone.

Sometimes it makes me sad that I don't have any lifelong friendships.

But, other times I am completely fine with it.

Depends on the day or month, I guess.

Better, I Hope

I think I am finally kicking this crappy virus thing to the curb.

I have been trying everything.

I'd start to feel better only to feel worse again the next day.

I tried the apple cider vinegar/water/cayenne pepper thing.

It did clear my nose enough to actually taste it, but that's about it.

I have drank so much tea, I could float a boat to China.

My latest thing is mixing a tablespoon of honey with a 1/4 a spoon of cinnamon.

Worth a shot.

I tried the apple cider vinegar thing didn't I?

After three days it is supposed to clear you up.

I took some last night and some this morning.

Maybe it's the sugary zing that's coursing through my veins but I have more energy than I have had in several days.

I need my energy, because I haven't gotten much done and I have all kinds of things to do.

I need to spiff up this blog. I am just getting little things done here and there.

I need to get more done. I need to see what all I can do.

I need to dust like you won't believe.

My house is a dust haven.

I dust everything really well and two days later I could write my name in the dust.

It's been a few weeks so you can only imagine how bad it is.

I want to rearrange my living room.

The computer and TV have to stay put, unfortunately.

But, I am going to see what I can do with the rest of the room.

Technically, I could move the computer since we do have a wireless router.

But, right now it is wired to it.

I don't even know if my computer has what it needs to be wire free.

I should check into that.

Yes, I think I will.

Oh, but the wall I'd move it to has no outlet.

Stupid old houses that don't have enough outlets.

I will figure something out.

Or not.

Maybe I will just leave it.

But, Kiddo has to be well enough to go to school before that happens.

She is slowly getting better.

The doctor gave us another cough medicine that seems to be working better.

If there was a prescription kind she could take I don't know why they didn't give her that to begin with.

All I know is I won't be using that PA or that pharmacy again.

Honeyman swears by going to the main doctor in that clinic and so I guess it will be Dr. Ingle or no one there.

But, I Need New Clothes!

I was lucky enough to come into a little bit of money recently and come to the conclusion that I was long overdue for new clothes.

Seriously.
My clothes are worn out.
They are fit to become the wardrobe of a scarecrow.

Well, if a scarecrow wore a "Pinky and the Brain" sweatshirt.
I have had that thing for over 20 years and I am having a hard time parting with it.

My jeans are all ratty and I have no nice clothes to speak of.

So, I went shopping.

OK I went to one store.
But, it was a clothing store.
Mostly.

I plan to do more extensive shopping another day.
Because, I couldn't find anything that fit me.

I have come to some realizations.

Fitting room mirrors are terribly MEAN.
I took my pants off to try on jeans and I was horrified by what I saw.
Is that really me? The chick with the cottage cheese attached to her thighs.
It couldn't.
It just couldn't.

So, that was depressing.
I still don't get it.
I looked in my mirror at home and I don't look QUITE that bad.

Next up was the fact that most of the jean styles available are awful.
They either had a skinny leg or they had a horrible cheap looking wash and stitch.
And don't get me started on the fact that many of the pairs had worn or ripped spots.

If I wanted rips or worn spots, I'd just keep wearing the ones I already have.

I finally locate a pair of nice pants and jeans that don't look too bad.
They seem a little long.
But, I am hoping when I put them on they won't be so bad.

Wrong.

They fit good except way too long.
I would need stilts to wear them.

My niece tells me, as a society we are getting taller.
Where are these taller people?
I sure as hell have not encountered any large groups of tall woman with long legs wandering about.

The sweats were a different story though.
Those were too short.

Sigh.

I did find one thing.
It's a hoodie.

Not a total loss.
But close.

The One About the Bread

Couldn't think of a good title so I thought I'd follow the "Friends" example and start off with The One About.

Anyway.....
On to the post.

I thought I'd share something about what irritates the crap out of me.
In fact, I gave some serious thought to maybe making it like a weekly segment.
I do have plenty of things I could cover.

Oh, who am I kidding?
I gave it about 30 seconds before I realized that it would never happen.

I am not organized enough to set aside certain days just for a particular topic.
Whatever I write, I just came up with within 5 minutes of writing it and that is just how it be.
OK, some of it I come up with as I write.

You know what I hate?
Bread slices that get all funky.
The loaf isn't squished, but the loaves got all misshapen because when the loaf was carried or sat down the slices shifted and something abnormal seems to have taken place.

Doesn't that look sort of like George Washington's profile on the quarter?

OK, maybe not his.
It could be someone's profile though.

Exactly how does the slice end up that way?
You can't do that with homemade bread.

But, you also can't wad it up into something resembling dough.

That in itself is a bit frightening.