My last post was somewhat inspired by one of my favorite Christmas specials, A Claymation Christmas:
So awesome.
edit: I was looking for the video on Amazon (hint: I want it!) and found this gem:
"Are those two pieces of poop building another piece of poop out of snow?!"
or
"Are those three dookies singing Christmas carols?!"
And I'll be sitting on the other side of the room, with a look of expectation that says, "Don't you just LOVE it?!"
And they will say, "WE LOVE IT!" And out of kinship obligation, they will have to hang the singing poop on their wall.
Ok. I'm obviously getting delirious and downright gross at this point. Goodbye.
I'm sick.
I rarely get sick. Mostly when the seasons change. Even then, that might just be allergies.
I'm sure I'm sick this time.
Maybe it was the flight back home. Maybe it's the fact that California is on fire. I just don't know.
The symptoms: stuffy nose, stuffy head, sore throat, headah-y, body aches, changes is body temp (hot! cold! hot! cold!)
The most annoying of them is the stuffiness. A suggested Mucinex. But there's a couple of problems. I hate the prospect of mucus. Like, I will say that I'm just completely stuffed up and congested before I admit to having an ounce of mucus in my body. Weird and completely avoiding the issue? Maybe. But I don't get down with mucus. He said it works. But I don't have mucus (read: I'm in denial), so it won't help me. The other thing is, he said you have to drink hecka water cus you can get dehydrated or something. What if I don't drink enough water?? What if I get dehydrated in my sleep and wake up and look like this:
That's how I'll look if I take Mucinex and forget to drink water. I'll wake up looking like a raisin. (btw: that's Christie Brinkley with me, The California Raisin. She's in the news lately, for putting her to-be-ex on blast about his swinging lifestyle.)
So, stuffed-up I remained cus I was too scurred to take the suggested Mucinex.
Until! I remembered that I had nasal spray. DUH!
That stuff works! And it doesn't talk about the m-word (mucus) and it doesn't threaten to make me turn into a raisin! Cha-chiiiiing!
Into the right nostril the little applicator goes.
Except.
I apply too much pressure to the bottle and nasal spray GUSHES into my nose. BURN! DROWNING-SENSATION! CHEMICALS!
But I have to put it into the other side, otherwise my right nostril will be a wind tunnel and the left will be the Hoover Dam. The left side wasn't as bad as the right.
Some time later, while I can breathe, my nose is EXTREMELY sensitive. Too much nasal spray! Everything is making me sneeze. The air is too cold for my nose, so I'm walking around my place holding things to my nose cus it feels like I'm getting a can of condensed air blown up it every time I inhale. It's hard being all hot from the temperature, but having to hold my blanket to my nose cus it's freezing.
I.hate.being.sick.
My nephews and niece are the cutest!
The boys are turning 7 this summer! The oldest niece is turning 8!
I'll stop right there before I really freak out! hee hee
Hope everyone had a great July 4th.
I've been wondering lately about the ways that people can enter your life, what they do when they are knocking around in there, and how they leave it.
There are probably people out there you've had a lifelong experience with who is pretty much forgettable. Maybe they are boring, maybe they bug you. Maybe they're an employee at your parent's business, or maybe they are a faraway relative who sends you a card once a year. I doubt you'd ever tell them that they are disposable, but once they are out of your life you don't even notice.
Then there are the people who, in the grand scheme of things, are just a blip on the radar of your life, but completely unforgettable. Before I even hit kindergarten I was taking dance lessons, and I remember one assistant teacher, who was there maybe three times. Her name was Miss Pepper and she had gorgeous, long, long hair down to her bum. Because of this mane she was our "dragon" and we followed behind her in our Dragon Dance. Thirty years later, I still can't believe I remember what she looks like.
I remember a little boy who used to take the Valentines I sent him and cram them under his pillow so he could sleep with them every night. He's much older now, probably dating, getting zits, driving a car. Does he remember me?
I remember a woman who came into the store I was managing, and giving her a hug as she cried over the news that her daughter was just diagnosed with epilepsy. Does she remember how I held her up? Probably not, she barely seemed to know I was even there at the time. Would Stewart Copeland remember me as a crazed flag waver if I introduced myself to him as one? Even though we made eye contact and pointed at each other, hundreds of concerts, too many redheads, and so many flashes of green... I doubt it. Yet here I am, remembering all of this right now.
What about the folks that helped me down out of my seat when I flipped out with vertigo at the Elton John/Billy Joel concert? I suppose they don't know I remember them and yet I'm still thankful for what they did.
So many ways that we can affect people, so many small ways, and we don't even know it. It's almost frightening to think that we might have to be on our best behaviour all the time, just in case. I guess it's our own memories, though, that we really should be worrying about, and not trying to guess when we'll be in someone else's.
How are you celebrating the 4th of July?
hmmmm... we are in the midst of that. Ben made a video of his new bike and put it on youtube. We cleaned the car. We made yummy drinks with ice, limeade and RUM. mmm I am still feeling it. We are cooking brats and made a batch of gazpacho. Dinner was yummy. We played with sparklers - more later once it's dark. Home....
I was under the impression that there was a parade in Berkeley. Cus most cities have a parade. I invited my sister to the parade. I told Lorelai, "Let's get ready for the parade." I was hyping myself up for the parade.
Well.
Berkeley doesn't have a parade.
But it does have plenty of activities at the Marina.
So, Lorelai, Liv and I grabbed some grub and headed down to the Marina. We got there, learned there was no parade, and had fun anyway.
Here's a few photos.
Off to have awesome, awesome bbq at my parents' now. Talk later Be safe ya'll. And Happy Fourth of July.
