Month: June 2011

Falling in and out of love with bananas

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Sometimes I like them, eat them on toast with peanut butter, as a snack, on ice cream or cereal.  Other times they kinda gross me out.  They’re mushy, and they have a weird texture.  I hate the strings that don’t come off with the peel.  And the smell of an overripe banana or the peel in the trash can – I shudder just thinking about that smell.  I don’t feel this way about other fruit (and I love banana pudding with nilla wafers).  I don’t find anything offensive about apples or strawberries or cantaloupe.  Or clementines.  (I can’t include oranges in this list – hate the seeds.)  Or grapes.  Grapes are wonderful.  Had some for lunch today.

Okay.  I haven’t been getting to bed early enough for all the running I keep planning on doing, so ridiculous as this post is, it’s going up.  Forgive me and come back tomorrow.

My banana, my banana….my banana

Klutzy McKlutzington is struck down by a microwave (the appliance kind, not the electromagnetic kind) (Now that I think about it, it totally could have been the electromagnetic kind.)

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Did I tell you that I fell down the other day (Wednesday, I think)?  Don’t think I did.  I fell.  On the kitchen floor.  For no discernible reason.  But I fell hard, and I’m bruised all over.  Including the inside of my left bicep.  I have NO idea how I managed to bruise that part of my arm and my knees.  I could understand the outside, but falling on the inside of my arm probably would have wrenched my shoulder, and I didn’t notice that Wednesday night….but that might explain the upper back pain I woke up with this morning…  It’s gone now.  The takeaway from this story is that I am a klutz.  I tripped over nothing and bruised myself all to hell.  It’s a wonder I didn’t stick a carrot in my eye at lunch today.  Do you have any idea why my boss would make fun of me for having carrots and hummus for lunch?  What’s weird about that?

Maybe I fell because the microwave died.  (Makes as much sense as anything else.)  The microwave that John fixed a while back has gone kaput again.  Won’t run at all.  Something happened (maybe lightning – we lost power) while we were on vacation.  Luckily, we still have John’s college microwave.  (I could have sworn we got rid of it after the last microwave fiasco because who needs two microwaves in one house?  Other than us.)  So now we have a useless microwave hanging above the stove and a very useful microwave taking up all the counter space above the dishwasher.  I don’t know yet if John is going to try to fix the broken one or if we’re going to buy a shiny new one to go in its place.  Either way, I’m sure we’re not going to get rid of the old one that keeps coming to our rescue.  We’re loyal like that.  Until we move.  I can’t make any promises when it comes time to pack up and the moving company charges by weight.  On the other hand, when we’re being charged for hundreds of boxes of books, what’s one microwave in comparison?

Less itchy

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I know you’re all dying to know how my anti-itch plan worked last night.  Part 1 (the anti-itch lotion) worked great.  I was able to sleep through the night (mostly) with only minor itching.  No more ankles on fire.  Woohoo!  The epsom salt bath was TERRIBLE.  Made me itch so much more.  Bad idea.  But yay for lotion.

Tomorrow, I won’t talk about itching or bug bites.  Maybe.  Probably.

The itchiest post in the world

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Catalog Living makes me laugh.  Here and here.  (I’m catching up.  You should have seen how many tabs I had open for Tom and Lorenzo.)  Then I wasted about an hour on The Daily What.  Who am I kidding?  That was not a waste of an hour.

Did you come here for original content?  I’m terribly sorry.  I seem to have misplaced it.  Let’s look over here….nope.  Not under my desk?  In the closet?  No.  Under the dog!  No way.  Part of my problem (or the handiest excuse I have right now) is that I’m fighting the itchiest  bug bites I’ve ever had.  It’s like chicken pox.  I’m fairly certain it isn’t chicken pox, and my memories of chicken pox are pretty old, but that’s what it’s like.  I think.  I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since Saturday night.  I’ll get through most of the day not really noticing the bites, but they burn like fire in the middle of the night.  It’s awful.  The last few nights I’ve gone to bed after taking ibuprofen and benadryl and after dousing my legs in caladryl lotion.  Hasn’t helped.  Today I tried neosporin and band-aids.  Not helpful.  Tonight, though, I have a plan.  First, this anti-itch lotion that smells like the worst mentholated cough drops you’ve ever tasted.  So far so good.  Then a bath with epsom salt.  If those two things don’t work, I’m going to cut my legs off at mid-thigh and hobble around on my stumps for the rest of my life.  It’s that bad.