Thank You Mucinex

Every time I sniffle or grab that tissue, I think of your commercial with the Mucus family.

I think of Mr. and Mrs. Mucus taking up residence in my lungs.

Given the amount of tissues I have gone through, there must be a whole nation down there. I just want this image to go away. Mucus should not have a persona.

Whirlwind Weekend

It was bound to happen at some point. I am sick. I survived my crazy weekend only to be felled by a nasty cold. Rather then go on and on here is my weekend in pictures:

The hotel room in Chicago at the Allegro Hotel:

Meeting up with a good friend that I have not seen in 17 years! Far too long!

Discovering Chicago Pizza at Giordano’s. It was spinach, Italian sausage and onion.

Going to the wedding party for a good friend in New Hampshire on Saturday. Congratulations!

They had a crazy balloon artist at the party, who was a lot of fun.

He made me a kitty ring.

I am off to take more Sudafed and whine about being sick.

The Beginning

I am in Chicago.

My crazy crazy weekend has begun.

I have my work meeting tomorrow then seeing my old friend tomorrow night. I fly out Saturday morning then drive to northern New Hampshire for a wedding party. I am staying up there Saturday night but Sunday morning I am going to brunch in downtown Boston.

I may need a day off after this weekend!

I still feel like I am in a bit of a funk but it may be the head ache I have. Why does my mood have to be so up and down?

I am getting to bed early tonight.

Mirror Mirror

I just wanted to curl up under my desk at work today. Retreat home and just get under the covers to forget the day ever happened.

I am not sure what happened to bring this on. I looked into the mirror and hated what stared out at me. That should have been the first clue. I even took care today in dressing up, wearing a skirt, tights, doing up my hair, even wearing make up, to hide what I saw but it did not work. I knew what was underneath and I wanted to put a stop to it.

Just goes to show that my demons are never really gone. They pop in for a visit now and then. Like the elementary school bully that stopped focusing on me only to “discover” me again a week later.

Tomorrow is another day.

Going Way Back!

I will be here this week:

I am going for a work meeting but what is awesome about this visit is that I am visiting a good friend from my days at Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois that I haven’t seen in about 17 years! I am wicked excited! I reconnected with her over Facebook, one thing it is good for, and when she found out I would be close by, it was decided. We must get together.

To add to this excitement, I found out I was the grand prize winner in the 6 Weeks of Bliss blogging challenge put on by Bliss.com by Glam Media. If you are a health and wellness blogger like myself, you should join their blogging network.

 

High Anxiety

Oh My Goodness.

The Patriots are going to the Super Bowl.

I have said before how I get wicked nervous. I sometimes think if I watch they will lose. I know, silly. That I get so nervous during big games. When the Patriots played the Rams, I could hardly breathe after the game and after breathing into a paper bag, Dad thought to give me his C-Pap to give me oxygen! He even talked of taking me to the hospital. I continued to breathe into the paper bag and slowly became normal again.

Most of my anxiety is generally related to my family or my opinions of myself but some is some irrational fears of watching the Patriots, specifically them. I have none of the same qualms watching the Bruins or any other games. I am not sure why. I fear that MY watching will bring bad luck specifically. That I will somehow ruin things.

I usually watch the games alone so I can hide under a pillow or blanket if the situation warrants. No one will tell me that I am being to serious. (Not so Secret Sister, I am looking at you.)

I know it is silly. I know. I know. It is irrational. 

The only person who really knows of this fear of mine is Dad. He tells me not to worry about it and he has told me since I was a little girl listening to the game with him over the radio because the Patriots were blacked out.

I am kind of embarrassed to admit it but if I am to face it, I will face it here.

Maybe I should pledge to watch the Super Bowl with others this year.

Blissfully Me with Friday Happiness

How do I infuse myself into this blog?

This blog is about me. My quirks. My ups and downs. My forwards and backwards. My craziness and moments of clarity. Anything and most everything.

I like to think I am a little different than the norm and I am not afraid to show it. 

Here are 5 things you might or might not know about me:

1. I drink about 5 cups of coffee every day and I could go to bed right after. You will have to pry it out of my cold dead hands though.  

2. I am known to think that most things are better with Heinz ketchup.

3. Green is truly my favorite color and my wardrobe shows it. 

4. I think I am going to fly into Portland and drive to Boise in June. I love love love road trips. Will I drive by your area? 

5. I once thought of getting Italian citizenship as well as my American citizenship but decided against it. I don't speak Italian and my grandparents left there, gave up their Italian citizenship not for me to go get it back. 

I came across this song from Matisyahu yesterday driving to work.He is a Hasidic Jewish reggae and alternative rock musician and he has this happy bubbly song that I wanted to share with you:

In my searching for the song, I found out it is a Hanukkah song but it does not sound like it to me and it made me happy anyways so it is my happy song of the week.


I got a call from the past today. Irish guy called me at work, out of the blue. I didn't even know it was him at first. He said he saw me in downtown Boston the other day but I was not paying attention to him beeping at me, typical, so he found my business card and called. I am not sure how I feel about this. We left on not so good terms.