With industrial-level stress and a bad case of the flu already kicking my butt, a painful and annoying canker sore (can anyone say "stress-related"?) was one problem too many this week.
Thankfully I found an easy home remedy that actually works! Just take a plain ordinary tea bag (standard black tea), wet it, and apply it to the canker sore for a few minutes. It literally draws out the moisture from the sore, visibly shrinking it and numbing the pain. Repeat a few times throughout the day.
Tea bags, who'd have thought?
Now if I could just sort out the flu and the stress...
Visit Rocks In My Dryer to see what's working for everyone else this week.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Pity Vote
Take pity on the girl with the flu, would you? Throw a couple of votes my way in Christine's photo contest. There are some truly fabulous photos there and I don't expect to come close to winning, but I'd love to see more than my own single vote there. Who knows, it might even make me recover faster LOL. I'm listed under "Robin".
If you do I promise to try not to cough or sneeze on you. At least not on purpose.
If you do I promise to try not to cough or sneeze on you. At least not on purpose.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sick + Stuck in Cafe = Unhappy Robin
The next time we need to have the exterminator in to do a yearly (preventative, thank heavens) spraying, someone please remind me that that means I have to be OUT OF THE HOUSE for the next FIVE hours, so that I can plan appropriately and not just rush out on five minutes notice.
I'm sick and feeling utterly miserable and am stuck in a cafe down the block for another 2.5 hours, when all I really want to do is curl up in bed. Instead I'm stuck here trying unsuccessfully to work as coffee machines spit and hiss all around me, not to mention the woman at the table next to me is apparently a divorce attorney and I've been stuck listening to her discuss some poor guy's divorce all morning.
grumble grumble moan moan whinge
A girlfriend is coming by in about 2 hours, if I haven't keeled over in mycoffee peppermint tea by then.
Have I mentioned that this whole scenario is highly unpleasant and making me decidedly cranky?
At least I finally managed to connect to their wireless network, that sucked up a good half an hour right there, albeit a very aggravating one. If I have to sit here feeling too sick to work, I should at least be able to blog, right?
I'm sick and feeling utterly miserable and am stuck in a cafe down the block for another 2.5 hours, when all I really want to do is curl up in bed. Instead I'm stuck here trying unsuccessfully to work as coffee machines spit and hiss all around me, not to mention the woman at the table next to me is apparently a divorce attorney and I've been stuck listening to her discuss some poor guy's divorce all morning.
grumble grumble moan moan whinge
A girlfriend is coming by in about 2 hours, if I haven't keeled over in my
Have I mentioned that this whole scenario is highly unpleasant and making me decidedly cranky?
At least I finally managed to connect to their wireless network, that sucked up a good half an hour right there, albeit a very aggravating one. If I have to sit here feeling too sick to work, I should at least be able to blog, right?
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Springtime
For Are We There Yet's April Photo Contest.
Christine has started a very cool new monthly photo contest. Hurry up, entries close today and voting is tomorrow!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Unique/Funny Signs
Taken on a hike outside Florence, Italy last fall.
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This is my first time participating in the scavenger hunt, but when I saw the theme I knew this one was too good to pass up.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Outrageous, Or Not
I'm not a particularly outrageous person, not on purpose anyway. While I will freely confess to being a bit (ok a lot) of a free spirit I don't often consciously cross the line to truly outrageous. I've never dyed my hair pink, or worn fabulous vintage clothing complete with feather boas guaranteed to provoke stares of both horror and envy. I can't belch the alphabet.
Sometimes I wonder if this is a character flaw.
How it might feel to be so self-confident that you would dare to appear in public with shocking red lipstick and a fabulously large hat. To be so far ahead of the trends that you become the trend-setter, rather than the follower. (Or worse, so hopelessly out of touch that you wouldn't recognize and up and coming trend if it jumped up and bit you in the ass. Or is that just me?) I remember a girl named Pam that I knew in high school. She was outrageous. Before the rest of the school knew what New Wave was she had shaved one side of her head. Then she dyed the other side purple. Purple. Pam was outrageous. She'd say anything to anybody. Do anything. Take any dare. I'm not sure she was liked, but she made one hell of a splash. Everyone knew her name. I knew I'd never want to be like her, probably couldn't be even if I'd wanted to, but deep down I did admire her spunk. I wonder where it took her in life.
This week I feel too beaten down by circumstances to even consider putting on an outrageous front (or even an outrageous hat), but I wonder if I could even when things were brighter. If I would dare. If I should do it anyway, just for the release. Say something shocking, or do something shocking, or just wear something utterly extraordinary.
Would it be liberating, or would I be a small girl playing dress-up in her mother's closet? Would I in fact be liberated, or just gawked at and humiliated?
I'm not sure I'm brave enough to find out.
On second thought, maybe I think I'll just stick to my own style, Bohemian and outdated though it may be. I'll just call it timeless. Yes, timeless. Timeless and a bit unique. And utterly me. What you see is what you get. Not outrageous, but familiar and very comfortable.
Sometimes I wonder if this is a character flaw.
How it might feel to be so self-confident that you would dare to appear in public with shocking red lipstick and a fabulously large hat. To be so far ahead of the trends that you become the trend-setter, rather than the follower. (Or worse, so hopelessly out of touch that you wouldn't recognize and up and coming trend if it jumped up and bit you in the ass. Or is that just me?) I remember a girl named Pam that I knew in high school. She was outrageous. Before the rest of the school knew what New Wave was she had shaved one side of her head. Then she dyed the other side purple. Purple. Pam was outrageous. She'd say anything to anybody. Do anything. Take any dare. I'm not sure she was liked, but she made one hell of a splash. Everyone knew her name. I knew I'd never want to be like her, probably couldn't be even if I'd wanted to, but deep down I did admire her spunk. I wonder where it took her in life.
This week I feel too beaten down by circumstances to even consider putting on an outrageous front (or even an outrageous hat), but I wonder if I could even when things were brighter. If I would dare. If I should do it anyway, just for the release. Say something shocking, or do something shocking, or just wear something utterly extraordinary.
Would it be liberating, or would I be a small girl playing dress-up in her mother's closet? Would I in fact be liberated, or just gawked at and humiliated?
I'm not sure I'm brave enough to find out.
On second thought, maybe I think I'll just stick to my own style, Bohemian and outdated though it may be. I'll just call it timeless. Yes, timeless. Timeless and a bit unique. And utterly me. What you see is what you get. Not outrageous, but familiar and very comfortable.
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