Monthly Archives: April 2015

Zyrtec allergy medicine


I really could have used one of these yesterday.  I was stuck at work with the worst allergy attack ever, sniffling all day, sneezing 8-10 times in a row.  I went through a half box of tissues.  I just about walked out.  I apologized to all of my patients when I had to walk away while stretching them, blow my nose, wash my hands once again, and then come back to repeat the process five minutes later.

What a drag.

I’ll be honest though.  I have no idea what causes me to have an allergy attack like that once a month, when I’m fine just about every other day.  And on those days, I have yet to find a medicine that will help.

I hit 10000 steps even though I felt like crap though.  LOL

And so ends the A-Z blog challenge.  I didn’t actually think I was going to finish, so I’m proud to say I’m happy I finally completed a project I started!  Even though it ended with a sneeze and a sniffle!  (And a Benadryl)





Okay, so when I was young, in the late 70’s or early 80’s, they had these mail order books that were about animals, and each book was about a different letter of the alphabet.  You had your normal animals, Dog, Elephant, Quail, but X was for xerus.

I had no idea what a xerus was, and it was nearly impossible to tell from the drawing.

And since I didn’t feel like writing about x-rays or xylophones, xerus came to my head.

I don’t know what the plural of xerus is, (xeri?  xeruses?) and it never occurred to me to google a xerus until today.

It looks a bit like a cross between a chipmunk and a groundhog, and is called an African ground squirrel.

So there it is, Day X of the A-Z challenge.  I almost didn’t do this, and remembered how many times I’ve blogged about not following through.  For me to drop out at this time would be par for the course for me.  I think I can handle 2 more days.

I did a quick google search for the books, and I can not find them anywhere.  I thought everything from the 80’s was retro now.  (I take it back.  Just found them on Wikipedia.  Sweet Pickles books!  Yay!  I must find them for my grand baby! <further OMG, they have them on Amazon.  What isn’t on Amazon?>)


Writing Wasteland


April is almost over, and the A-Z challenge is almost done with it.  I’ve gotten a few new people who like my page, but for the most part, I feel like I’m wasting my time.

I like writing.  When I’m in the mood to do it.  That makes it a hobby, not a living.  I like to think that maybe one day I will write something worth publishing, but so far, that hasn’t happened.

I lose the story halfway through.  I get done, but lose momentum on the rewrite.

I hate revision.  I like the storytelling part.  A published writer can’t have one without the other.

If I can’t make myself polish the rough-hewn stones that are my writing and turn them into pretty geodes or rubies or whatever, then this dream is going to remain just that.

I can’t even call my writing a failure, because I never once gave it my all.

On the other hand, as long as there are words to say, as long as I choose to write, use my imagination, and creative thinking, there is always a hope that the dream will someday become reality.

And writers always have bad days in which we think we’re wasting our time in a writing wasteland.  The landscape is a bit dreary and bare, but the sky is still blue.


No Challenge today.


Kind of happy about that.  Overall, I’m feeling a little down today.  I’m not sure why.  I think that my husband and I aren’t on the same page necessarily about some things, and while that isn’t all bad, trying to live in a way that honors him by letting him have the last word on certain issues is dragging me down a bit.

I’m all for equal pay, voting, all that, but I think in the family unit, the man should be in control of major decisions.  I hear about (and see, at times) women that walk all over their husbands, not letting them have a say, arguing about everything.  What’s wrong with swallowing your pride (as long as it’s not every day about every thing) once in awhile?  If nothing else, it gives both parties time to think.

I can be pretty manipulative at times.  Can all of us in one way or another?  I don’t want to manipulate my husband to get my own way.  I’m not above that on small matters (Hey, never said I was perfect), but with big things, we should be equal.  We should discuss, agree, etc, and maintain a united front in front of the kids.

And, in big decisions, I should allow his word to stand.  Believe me, that doesn’t happen often where he needs to do that.  Most days are pretty mellow, and I’m not sure if I should try to talk him around this time.  I think I need to settle, consider, and pray about the decisions we’re making now, and be united.  I can’t help but wonder if he’s being impulsive in his decision making, without having thought through all the variables, or if I am flat out wrong.  I don’t feel wrong, but I might be.  I think we need to find the middle ground.

We’ll go for a walk later and talk. I hope we make a compromise we can both happily with.

I will defer to his final decision, though.




Otherwise known in one definition as a bitter feeling.

Today I had said bitter feeling towards a family member regarding a promise I made and had to renege on for a few different reasons.  However, I was called out as a liar and basically a horrible person, even after my explanation.

There is no forgiveness from a young teenager.  I hope one day she understands why I had to go back on my promise, and that there are more important things than the rather stupid thing we fought about today.

A thousand or more people died today in an earthquake in Nepal.  Many more injured with much property damage in a severe hailstorm in Australia.

There’s worse things than having vitriol over what happened today.  When will she grow enough to have a slightly more adult understanding of the world?  When everything is not all black and white, the world does not revolve around her, and she might understand that her words can hurt.

Of course, there are fully grown adults who say careless and hurtful things as well, without distress or apology after.  An apology is a powerful thing in my world.  I hope my daughter, at least, will understand that some day and take that power with her into an adult world.

Today is not that day.  But, you know what?  She is my child, and I love her with all my heart.


Underwear and Umbrellas


Part 1:  So, there’s a store nearby that sells umbrella with Van Gogh prints and garden patterns, and I’d really like to have one.  What could be cooler than a “Starry Night” umbrella?

My birthday is Monday, if anyone needs gift ideas, lol.

Part 2:  This morning I was wandering around the house, saying, “What kind of topic will I talk about today?  It’s the letter U.  Nothing begins with U.”

Ten minutes later, daughter #1 yells out randomly, “Underwear.”

Really?  So.  Yeah.  Underwear.