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>The train is not just for going to work. I like to take the train to spend the day in the city. Like last Saturday, Em and I spent all day in the city. Got back in time to watch the Yankees lose …. but I’m not going to think about that right now.
The day started with my trip to Weight Watchers (something else I’m not talking about) and we went to breakfast then the train, I missed the memo about that and didn’t have my face on. So our first stop in the city was at Sephora’s so I could get moisturizer with sunscreen. Then we headed up to the crocs store. Em was hoping they would be having clearance sales. They weren’t. But I’m getting ahead of myself. On the way to the Crocs store, Em stopped at this vendor with a sign, $5 glass jewelry. She motioned me to come, “These are kind of pretty.” Even though the Crocs store wasn’t having a clearance sale, she still found some nice sandals, funny shaped I thought but she said they were very comfortable, and in light blue. Next we went to Cafe Frida, our favorite Mayan restaurant for a light lunch, that ended up leaving us full for the rest of the day.
We were walking through Central Park and suddenly Em stopped. “All these times and I never noticed that.” I looked where she was pointing at a water fountain. We watched as a boy pushed a button at the bottom of the fountain and his poodle took a drink. After they left left I walked over and took a closer look. The bottom of the fountain is a bowl, and the spout put water into the bowl, for your dog. New Yorkers love their pets. I thought that was pretty cool. I mean, obviously, cause I took a picture of it.
We then went down to see Ashley so Em could get prices on jewelry and Ashley could look at my ear. My sore pierced ear, except it is no so sore anymore, and very, very pretty.
And I can’t remember what else? We ended up at the Irish pub eating nachos with cheesecake for dessert and I had Kahlua and club soda. Long tiring but fun day.
>From my earliest days I have had allergies. I can never remember a time when going outside was pleasant. When I didn’t come back inside without a stuffy nose and itchy eyes. People would talk about how they couldn’t wait for spring, for the smell of freshly mowed grass, and I would shudder, thinking of the sneezing, the running eyes, the sinus pain, how I hated spring. My symptoms were aggravated by my mother’s insistence on keeping the windows open, “I’m trying to keep the electric bill down by not running the air conditioner.” “I’m trying to breathe!” We lived in Florida, where there is pollen year round, further proof that my mother didn’t love me. That and the fact she never took me to the doctor to get relief from the allergies, just gave me OTC medicine that shouldn’t have been given to me, per the label cautions.
All this non-treatment of allergies led to other problems, such as lose of my sense of smell and chronic sinusitis. When I became an adult, I decided enough was enough and went to the doctor. After determining long-term use of antihistamines was not viable (I gained weight and became slightly psychotic, not a good thing when your second job is child care provider) I started on allergy shots. They worked and I got them for years.
Unfortunately, I am an allergy factory, while the shots were taking care of the allergies I had, my body was making new ones. I came to the realization that I would be getting allergy shots for the rest of my life. So I stopped, determining to continue with eye drops and nasal sprays to control my symptoms. And they were working.
Until yesterday. Em and I went to the city, we came home. I was fine. The sneezing started, and wouldn’t stop, I used my nasal spray, I sat on my bed with the fan on, I closed my window and waited. I lay on my bed and was able to go to sleep. Then this morning when I woke up and left my room, I started sneezing again, over and over. Then the chills started. Across my shoulders and down my back. Down my legs till I thought I couldn’t stand another second. I was miserable. I was supposed to do volunteer work after church, I couldn’t I had to go home with a stop at the drug store for some antihistamines. And food, I have to eat when this happens. I don’t know why I think ingesting a lot of calories will help and I sincerely doubt it does, but I do it anyway.
The only time I got relief was lying down on my bed, unfortunately Em kept sending me texts asking for the score of the Yankee game. So I had to go in the other room and watch, then the sneezing would start. So they won, but I am still miserable. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
>Titanium of Element 22 has dropped a curious prompt on my plate… quite a while ago. I ask forgiveness for my procrastination.
The rules of the game?
1) Go to your photo files, select the 8th photo folder.
2) Select the 8th photo in that folder.
3) Post that photo along with the story behind it.
4) Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same.
I have no ideas what the ‘story’ is behind this picture. I was just fooling around with my camera, and Tigger was clowning around, I think we had friends visiting from Buffalo.
So now its your turn, pick up the challenge and go!
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I thank the wonderful DeSeRt RoSe for awarding me this gorgeous sunny award, It has brightened my day.
This award is given to bloggers who inspire others and show positivity and creativity.
The Rules:
1) Put the logo within my blog or on my post
2) Pass the award on to up to 12 fellow bloggers
3) Link the nominees within my post
4) Let the nominees know they have received this award by commenting on their blog
5) Share the love and link to the person whom you received this award from.
I am truly honored to receive this award. I am going to break the rules however as I cannot possibly limit it to 12 fellow bloggers. So if you read this and have bloggers that have inspired you feel free to grab this award and pass it on.
>Not a paying job however, but in the field she went to college for. As she says, it is valuable experience and as she looks for a ‘real’ job she has someone she can use for a reference.
Tigger got a job as a lifeguard at Allsport, and he is repairing computers.
The only one not working is Stitch.
>More from Vermont. This postcard is from the Teddy Bear Factory, maker of the best teddy bear in the world. Or at least that is what they say. This does exist, I have been there, I took a tour, I even have a teddy bear or rather a teddy dinosaur from there. Its purple, my best friend bought it for me, she knows I am mad for purple. You thought I was going to say I have a Passion for purple didn’t you? Looks like I just did.
When you tour the teddy bear factory they give you a button, then a piece of ‘bear fur’ cut in the shape of a teddy bear. It is nice, except you end up with bear fur sheddings all over your clothes. But its the Teddy Bear Factory so just deal with it O.K.?
When we went there they were selling an “Alien Bear”, it was a bear with a zipper in it, and when you unzipped it, inside was a little green alien.
Our next stop on the tour of Vermont is Ben & Jerry’s, can’t wait can you?
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>Wait, what, it’s Thursday? Oh bother.
I knew that, I’m just sitting here with no earthly idea what to say and hoping inspiration will hit. Preferably with a sledge hammer. But its not happening. Nope not at all. So you may have to weed through a page of drivel. This year I had every intention of posting every day. I was going to have a nice blog post so my devoted readers could read everything I was doing. When I fell behind, I recommitted to twice a day to catch up. I think I am well past that and will not be able to reach my goal of 365 posts in 2010. Mainly because I seem to have lost the ability to take a thought and expand it into a coherent blog post.
Maybe I should rephrase that, I get thoughts, and I roll them around in my head and think, I should blog that, then when I eventually get to my computer or phone e-mail I have forgotten everything I wanted to say.
Of course there are also the things that happen (like right now I am dealing with family stuff) that I don’t want out there on the internet, some things that involve other people so I don’t really want to publicize the either. The family stuff with probably show up here eventually, and the other things to, but after they are resolved. I am kind of like that.
So it’s just a dry spell, I should be back soon, maybe with 3 posts a day.
>I am very grateful that with all my broken promises to come every week that I am allowed to participate in PFF. This is another postcard purchased on a trip. And with this postcard I am going to tell you about a hoax, a conspiracy of immense proportions, as big as, well as big as Vermmont! In fact it covers the whole state of Vermont.
This is a moose. You thought I was going to say this isn’t a real moose didn’t you? Well the hoax is not do moose exist, the hoax is where do they live? The state of Vermont would like you to believe that there are moose in Vermont. Why? Because of tourists! People come to Vermont from all over to see moose, I mean what else is there? Teddy Bear Factory? Ben & Jerry’s? While both are nice, neither has the appeal of a huge animal that could crush you as soon as look at you.
So the state of Vermont has perpetuated this myth that there are moose in Vermont. Its a lie, there are no moose in Vermont. None whatsoever. People who say otherwise are (a) on the state’s payroll or (b) deluded or (c) both.
Now you may ask, and rightfully so, how do I know this? I’ve been to Vermont and I’ve never seen a moose. And I’ve looked, every time I went I looked. No moose.
You don’t have to thank me for this public service, I am happy to do it for my readers. You are that important to me. If you want to help pay for the gas I used driving up and down Vermont, my paypal e-mail is ….
That is all. Thank you.
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The Best Hearts Are Crunchy
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just a (transplanted) city girl 