Or lack thereof
Refusing to start.
She gives in.
I wave the would be heroin away
Relief is felt most intensely
Running Icecream break
Running to work
Last year I didn’t suffer from allergies and was thrilled that I was finally ‘over it,’however I was sadly mistaken. The reason why I hadn’t been affected by allergies was because of honey.
Last year for the whole year beginning from November through August I had taken honey (1 Tablespoon, before bedtime) because I was into this ‘honey diet’ which was supposed to make you sleep better. It helped me with that and it had one unusual side effect – it made me immune to seasonal allergies, just for the season.
After some time, I completely forgot about the honey diet, as well as my allergies.
Three weeks ago my allergies were back = with a vengeance!
After reading up on what helps prevent it, and honey was on the ‘list,’ I realized I had to go back to the honey.
You are supposed to use locally grown honey, because the bees buzz all around and make honey. Inside the honey is natural- immunity (like a shot) because of the pollen local to that area is what would be affecting you.
I began taking the honey and it helped but two days ago my throat began to tickle.
This morning it was not funny!
I wouldn’t stop sneezing.
(If I were in a car accident because of a sneeze do you think I would be at fault?
My next thing I must try is Butterbur. There has been enough evidence that has satisfied my innate curiosity. It’s only toxic if the company hasn’t taken out the pyrrolizidine alkaloids which are toxic to the liver. But other than that it was used to treat coughs, asthma, and wounds. Researchers have identified what is in butterbur that help reduce allergy symptoms it inhibits leukotrienes and histamines.
The other natural things were simply not feasible, like cut out sugar, wheat and dairy. (What is a hot day without a smoothie?) Those things heightened inflammation of any sort. But maybe I could try increasing my intake of Omega 3s and that would counteract any inflammation (due to junk food and dairy) as Omegas 3s achieve the exact opposite effect.
I will try to keep you all posted. I will buy butterbur first thing tomorrow!
Was so relaxing even though not a lot got done.
Sometimes you need mandatory off days.
It wasn’t so much that I did anything super exciting and fun.
It was more that everyone was home.
And there were lots of things going on.
Siblings, siblings in law, nieces and nephews all came.
It was a party.
It was adorable seeing which neices/nephews personality and you would be surprised how young they begin exhibiting theirs.
It doesn’t make it too hard to realize what they will be like as teenagers.
Like the 2 year old niece that comes to my room expecting me to ‘do her face’ and nails.
The nephew who finds it fascinating to see dead animals.
The 3 year old niece who knows how to manipulate the adults around her.
The toddler who while learning how to walk, tottering away, manages to step over all of the blocks, lego, and clics scattered around, but will walk into a wall.
The little boy who tells the most outrageous lies when posed a question regarding something he said previously. He is a really talented liar and they are hilariously funny (although his mom is not entirely amused).
Just like adults, even, I tell you.
Once a year I get into this mood
The kind of moods which oddly enough is too practical and almost boring
I feel an absurd need to throw out all of the things I haven’t used in a while
Like about a year or so.
Then I clean like mad.
The mood happened
But then I read a diy blog
And it explained how you can easily take things apart and make it like new.
In a cool and fun – even a little exciting sorta way.
That got my creative juices flowing.
I took a dress I was about to throw out and made it into a super cool skirt- halfway through I realized I don’t sew.
I took a nice shirt I had that had an oil stain the size of a quarter dumped it on my bed and categorized it in the gonna dye it file.
But it stopped my practical cleanup kinda mood.
It’s a liiitttllleee bit of a problem.
You see, I need to see the floor of my room once in a while.
To bad – there’s always next year.
I promised my sisters I could take them and their friends.
I was being nice cuz it meant I had to wake up early on a Sunday.
Sunday is not the only day I get to sleep late, but it’s usually the only day I can do it guilt free.
They woke me five to 9 – whoops we overslept and now we’re gonna be late.
I grabbed a zip up and threw on a skirt over my pjs.
I waited in the car till they got themselves together.
I hadn’t done anything to be up.
Bad idea, but honestly, I have had worse ones.
Once I was driving I didn’t really need to be so alert – right?
By the first intersection there was a huge accident and I recognized people involved.
I couldn’t go around it all they took up almost both lanes.
The light was green.
It took a couple of seconds, in my tired state, to realize I was going to have to go in the total wrong lane. Unfortunately the bus behind me thought the same thing. He honked and gave me the finger. Yeah I should have looked behind me – next time- I assured myself.
But I was glad he had seen me I mean there was absolutely no room for another accident.
I am so NOT a morning person.
I was shocked.
It’s kinda his fault anyway I mean he ran into the street.
I tried convincing myself.
I was not convinced.
My mind kept rewinding – back to the thump of his little body under my tires.
What an awful way to die, he was probably young and had his whole life ahead of him.
Well he was chasing a bird into the street.
I tried convincing myself.
I was not convinced.
My brain kept on showing his little gray furry image lying on his back, paws up… and the blood!
The poor little squirrel.
I wish I wasn’t running off to work.
Then I would at least bury it.
I felt rotten the entire day.