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Scents and Sensitivities

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Last weekend a friend and I went to an event which required sitting in bleachers with other people. We were chatting and enjoying ourselves as people sat down when suddenly I was hit with a tsunami of scent. Not a delicate whiff of cologne, I mean a full on assault on my senses that almost made my eyes water. Obviously the person wearing the cologne wasn’t suffering but I started considering a hazmat suit as a fashion choice. It was irritating to me but my friend suffers with migraines that can be triggered by scents. She considered calling the fire department to hose him down. Instead we moved. Are fragrances really an issue or were we just highly sensitive? And you may feel confident you’re not a scent scofflaw but are you sure? Continue reading…

Not my problem: Know when to let it go.

“And that’s my problem because… Oh, wait. No, it’s not my problem.” ~Nigel in the Devil Wears Prada

I don’t know when my need to take on every problem and make it my responsibility first started. It seems like forever ago but it’s as natural as breathing. It could be something as small as picking up a piece of trash or more ambitious like soothing the feelings of every human being I ever met. I worry about the grocery store cashier when it looks like she’s having a bad day. I walk quickly across the street so that I don’t delay the drivers that are waiting. I feel anxious when a friend makes choices that I know are going to bite her in the butt. I’m not sure when it started but it often leaves me totally exhausted or worse, silently stewing in  resentment. Continue reading…

To Sleep, perchance to . . .sleep damn it all.

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I envy the sleep of children who can flop over the shoulder of a parent and stay in dreamland in spite of what’s going on around them. And what’s up with those teenagers who can stay in bed until 3:00 p.m. Alas, then comes middle age when sleep becomes a ritualized and tortured affair often involving appliances and special pillows. I have a dental appliance to prevent teeth grinding, a wrist brace for carpal tunnel, and a body pillow for back strain. Oh yeah, I’m a sexy gal when I hit the bed. And now I have to protect my night time ritual like the Secret Service protect the President. Oh wait, that’s not that great. I do better. I can’t have too much mental stimulation prior to bed so that means no computer or other electronic devices and no phone calls, texts, or tweets. It’s imperative I get my system to slow down in order to fall asleep. As a friend once said “if the sleep train leaves the station and I’m not on it, there’s not another one all night.” Continue reading…

New Year’s Resolutions: What are they good for?

“My New Year’s Resolution List usually starts with the desire to lose between ten and three thousand pounds.” Nia Vardalos

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Here we are again – a new year. I have a long standing tradition on New Year’s Day which, surprisingly, doesn’t involve football or frenzied feeding. I like to spend the day in contemplation of the year just passed and the one looming ahead. I consider my physical health, financial status and life in general and yes, I make resolutions. About 45% of Americans do this so I’m in good company. Know what’s the number one resolution? To lose weight. But given that 69% of adults in America are overweight, which includes the 35% who are considered obese, looks like we’re not doing too well with that one. In fact, in the long run only 8% of us keep any of our resolutions. So should we even bother with resolutions?

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Naughty or Nice? I made a list and checked it twice.

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It’ll soon be time to put out the milk and cookies for Santa. I’ve tried to be good this year so I’m feeling hopeful but in case he doesn’t show up I plan on eating those goodies myself. In the mean time I’ve made my own naughty and nice list. There were so many naughty possibilities I hardly knew where to start so I picked the top two most naughty heinous.

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Five Ways to Make Your Holidays Hellish

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Turkey day is in the rear view mirror and you know what that means. We’ve entered the holiday zone. A surplus of shopping, sales, and Santas await. Time is moving at warp speed. Gifts need to be bought, cookies baked, cards mailed. But wait just a minute, does this make you happy? Do you enjoy this? If so, fabulous, tell the rest of us how you do it. But I can take a perfectly lovely holiday and make it hellish and I know there are others out there like me. In fact, over the years I’ve listened to many people describe their mistletoe misery and have distilled the most common reasons why the holidays become hellish. Continue reading…

Random Thanksgiving Gratitude

“Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car.” ~Stephen Colbert

 

Ah yes, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. Turkeys all over America are giving thanks right about now. I mean the bird variety of turkeys. The ones that didn’t end up in roasters that is. They are most assuredly grateful to have survived even if they weren’t officially pardoned by President Obama. I’m feeling a peculiar sense of kinship with turkeys this year ever since I took a selfie and discovered I resembled one. Where did that wattle come from? Although I wasn’t concerned about being in a roaster, I still feel thankful.

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A Dog’s Tale: Struggling With What’s Right

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Last night I had yet another talk with a friend about my dog Ceanna. My large, quirky, neurotic, stubborn, thoroughly disgusting, bull in a china shop dog. I wanted sympathy for the travails I go through with this dog and I knew my friend would understand. She’s into dog rescue and in addition to sympathy I secretly wanted her to say, “you know, I have a woman that’s always wanted a large, quirky, neurotic, stubborn, thoroughly disgusting, bull in a china shop dog.” I wanted her to give me dispensation to re-home her. She didn’t of course but the talk helped in spite of that and I ended up feeling more generous of spirit toward my neurotic one. That didn’t last long. Only moments later I called Ceanna to come in from the yard. When she finally deigned to listen, she flew through the door, fell making her dramatic entry, hocked up a big unidentified smelly brown object, and as I bent over to get a glimpse of the disgusting blob on the floor she snarfed it up and swallowed. It was poo. Yes, p-o-o-p. It made me want to vomit and reminded me how hard she is to love. Overall I’d say my life with her has been a perpetual poop parade in many ways. Continue reading…

Six strategies to beat the winter blues!

When wished a good morning by Pooh Bear Eeyore responded “Good morning Pooh Bear. If it is a good morning. Which I doubt.”

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It’s dark. Wet. Cold. The trifecta of winter in my neck of the woods and my bed is where I’m putting down roots. To say I greet the day with enthusiasm would be like saying vampires enjoy sunning themselves. Am I depressed or just a grumpy gal? Continue reading…