Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Like a crow, I tell you!


Sometimes, just sometimes....I get distracted.
(Don't start with me~ )
I think I'm really a crow in human form.

Seems I am on the path with a great directive and then, BAM!
"Oooh, what's that over there?" Something shiny? Ooooooo.....
Yeah, pretty much sums it up.

I have come down with the crud/cough that Mitch brought into my home.
Thank you Mitchell.
I am prone to bronchitis. BUT, I have been bronchitis free for about 2 years now.
It might have something to do with taking Gueyafenisun for my Fibromyalgia. What the heck it that you ask? Pretty much Mucinex.( The side effects tend to block pain.)
Until your body catches on and one day, says, Nu..uh..no more.
Which is where I am at. So I am leaving to visit Breanne and Danny in 4 days and I do not want this crud to go with me.
So I am racking my brain trying to figure out how in the heck I have avoided colds for the past few. And, like a crow, I have gotten so distracted with other things, I can't see the zebra from the horses!
Until, one shining moment this afternoon, I remembered!
* angels singing Tahhhhh dahhhhhhere*
Peroxide!
I swear by this. I had done so much research into this that I am pretty sure I have a grant somewhere.
Anyway...peroxide.
Blogs and articles have spoken about how the peroxide, once poured into your ears, travels thru the canals and attack the cold bugs ( for lack of medical term) and end your cold misery.One guy said his mom started when he was a wee lad and as an adult, he has continued once a week. And to this day, has never had a cold/bronchitis, strep etc
.
When you pour it in, you must have your head laying flat.
Then you will hear a fire crackling sound...this means it is working. Stay lying down for 10 minutes. Switch sides, apply same.

So, by this time tomorrow, I anticipate being MUCH better than I feel right now.
If I could, I would send locusts to plague Mitchell for bringing this into our home. But since I live here, that might not be the best answer.
To top it off, I recall Danny having a coughy cold thing for forever and all this time, I could have corralled him and put peroxide in his ears and he would be better! Watch out son, I am coming to Alabama and I WILL put peroxide in your ears if Apollo and Breanne have to hold you down!
Unless, I continue on in my crow vein and become distracted once again.....

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Adapt, Adaptable, Adapting


The dictionary tells me the definition of the word
Adapt is:
"to make suitable to, fit for a specific situation".

Welcome to my world.
I am all about adapting, conforming, accommodating, adjusting, fitting, altering, changing, varying and reconciling.
How's that for a word of the day? Or I should say "words".
Either way. they are all verbs.
And like it or not, they are me right now. I am those verbs.
I used to think that John Lennon's quote "life is what happens when you make plans" was a good one.
Now I AM that quote.
When I gave birth to my children, I had dreams for them.
Grand dreams. Wonderful lives filled with no strife, no pain and no worries.
And then they grew up. And became owners of their own dreams.
How does that happen? What do you mean I am no longer in control of such?
When did I become a verb?
When I became a mother of adult children, that's when.
So now their lives are in their hands and their futures are for them to plan and nurture.
I am learning to adapt. To adjust to stepping to the side and watching these things happen and not make them happen anymore.
It has been a sad transition, but more importantly, it is filled with possibilities and hope for them.
Because it really is "all about them" now.
This is their time.
A time for marriage, a time for relocating, a time for adventure.
So I am changing how I look at things and reconciling myself to the fact that I can still be a part of those adventures, just not the key player.
And that's ok.
Because it means I am gaining a son-in-law whom I love, a daughter who has joy, a son who I will live vicariously thru in his European travels and life beginning adventures and possibilities of grandchildren to spoil and adore.
So maybe change is not such a bad thing after all.
And I can only say this because I have had my pity party.
Decorated with tears and ugly crying, as Misty calls it. But, that party was a dud.
And I am ready to get better invites to much better parties now.
Bring it.