Time

Time is flying by! I honestly cannot believe it is the middle of May. I feel like I was just at my wedding, like we just celebrated our one year anniversary, like I just started this semester yesterday... and here we are, married a year and a half, done with the semester next Thursday, and turning 30 in less than a month!!! Ya, maybe that is where this is coming from, turning 30, I dunno. Don't get me wrong, I am not one who is scared to turn the big 3-0 at all. I am very excited. I like getting older. I look back at when I was like 13 and remember how I used to know people who were in their 20's and 30's and I thought they were so old and so cool. Whatda ya know, I'm the cool one now! lol.

I got in touch with a friend from high school today. Actually, we've known each other since third grade, but became really good friends in high school. I haven't talked to her in a long time and while we were on the phone and thought about it, it has been at least 10 years , if not longer, since we've spoken! 10 years??? How does time go so fast! Why didn't we do the 'ol yearbook saying and "K.I.T"!! That used to drive me crazy when people I hardly knew would write that. C'mon, I'm not gonna keep in touch with you, I don't know you now, why would I know you in 12 years! Anyway, whatever.

Maybe I'm thinking about time because I am in school right now and it's bringing me back to high school days. 12 years ago? Sheesh. Why am I thinking about HS so much! Oh wait, I know... cuz I am reminded everyday at how annoying HS kids can be since I am the oldest in my classes and all the others are fresh out. Oh so irritating. Grow up, would ya! Stop throwing nasty spit wads, stop talking while the teacher is lecturing, and please stop being filthy rotten cheaters! ok, sorry. Had to vent.

Well, a bunch of randomness I guess, all to say that time is flying by.

A Sad Goodbye

So, I went to the allergist today and the news was worse than I thought. Yes, I love my dog and was saddened at the thought of being allergic to her, but honestly, the news I got is a little worse (so wrong, I should care more about my dog). I am allergic to all things mold, especially....cheese and CHOCOLATE. Yes folks, no more pizza, grilled cheese, cheeseburgers, and worst of all, no more chocolate. How will I live? I love chocolate. I need chocolate. I am beside myself.

So, goodbye cheese and chocolate! It has been wonderful! So many great memories and delightful times! I will miss you! I might sneak you here and there, but it will never be the same! For now if I eat you I will have to follow with itch cream, pills, nasal spray, and an inhaler.

pppssshhhh.

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blah blah blah blah blah. I am just so stinkin' hot. Why straight to summer? It's too hot in this house. I can't wait for our new windows to be put on!
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That's all i got.

And the allergy saga continues...

I never posted about my allergies to begin with, but what the hec, they're still here.
So back at the beginning of February, I came down with the usual bad cold for that time of the year... no biggie, got meds, all was good. It came back a few days later and nothing would help. Come to find out, by process of illimination and a doctor visit, I have taken after my daddy and have a good dose of seasonal allergies. So basically, from February to just a few days ago I have been plugged up and all the good stuff that goes along with it. I managed to sneeze literally 12 times in class the other day and people around me gave me the weirdest looks. Whatever. I know a million people have allergies, so it's nothing new, but to me it is, so I gladly join you. right.

Apparently, I have more that a seasonal allergy now. I think I am allergic to my dog. Oh how I love her. I finally have an appt with an allergist next week so we will see if my prediction is true. Why do I think this...hmmm... Saturday night, before Easter, I was simply sitting on the couch watching a movie when my upper left arm turned bright red, splotchy, hot, and terribly itchy. By the time I went to bed and 3:30am rolled around (still awake, mind you), my entire body was covered in this rash. I took 2 showers for relief but none came. When Sunday morn had come it had disappeard and I was like, "what?". I was fine all day until around 4pm at my sister-in-laws house. I felt that burn and both of my arms were on fire. I came home, showered for the 4th time that day and slept for a few hours. It went away again. Dumb. Over the next few days it would pop up slightly every now and then, but nothing major. Hallelujah I was in the clear! Wrong. Last night I was finishing up my 4th paper for school when my arm started itching. I took a shower and by the time I got into bed my body was enflamed. Worse than ever. The rash covered my arms, backs, neck, and was working up my face. My loving and caring husband went to Longs at 11pm to get me some cortozone cream. I took another shower, applied the cream and I was in Heaven. Within, oh 20 minutes or so, it all came back again, even worse. Raised bumps added to the redness, I was violently scratching my back with a pen... there was no relief. We headed to Stockton's finest ER. And there we sat, hours upon hours. When my rash had gone down (Of course!) and was clearing up, we finally saw the doctor and he believed me despite the lack of evidence. I popped some pills to take care of my "anaphalactic reaction" and he sent me on my way. Absolutely starving at this point (cux it's 3:30am, who wouldn't be hungry) we stopped and got a few tacos and finally called it a night. I have felt great ever since. So pleasant. I hope it's not our dog, but she is the most common thread in all of this. Rascal.

Chicken Fight!

Summer time, people in the pool, 2 people sitting on the shoulders of 2 other people, hands flailing about, trying to knock the other one off... yaaaa, this isn't that kind of chicken fight. lol.
This is a chicken fight between me and my wonderful husband. I have to record this because this was one of those that was so unbelievable I want to remember the humor it brought us.

I always look forward to the end of the day when Frank comes home from work. I try, and usually succeed, at having dinner on the table right as he walk in the door. It's just one of those things that is important to me. Sidenote: lately I have been aggravated that I am not a very good cook and usually apologize for something about the meal. Anyway, it was Tuesday and I wasn't feeling good at all and couldn't wait until Frank got home. I was excited because I made a new recipe (given to me by Charity) so I was sure he would finally have a good meal, despite the way I was feeling. Not a clue why or how, but literally within 1 minute and 45 seconds of Frank being home, the following hell broke loose:

-I tasted the sauce and realized it was waaaaayyy to salty and immediately was bummed.
-Frank came in.
-I began filling his plate while warning him how terribly salty it was.
-The sauce accidentally touched my hand, causing me to scream, "oooowwwww!!!"
-He grabbed the plate, splashing the sauce on the floor and wall.
-My stuffiness in my head multiplied by 10 and I could not breath or even think clearly.
-I rinsed my hand while Frank got mad and informed me that he had lost his appetite and no longer wanted to eat, heading for the other room.
-Being that I couldn't hear myself because of my clogged head, I couldn't tell how loudly I was talking. I didn't understand why he was mad!
-We went back and forth a few times with information that had nothing to do with the situation at hand, until I was in a big snot ball on the couch, asking how in the world we had such a big fight in such a short amount of time simply about me burning my hand!

Finally he informed me that he was frustrated that I put myself down so much about my cooking because he enjoys coming home and eating dinner with me. When it was all said and done, my delirium making me extra sensitive only added to the escalation and I didn't even know what was going on anymore. I could hardly see through the swelling pressure of my sinuses. As I was sucking up my snot (sorry, tmi) he went and began eating his meal which, to my surprise, he loved! Turns out, it was so salty for me becuase I can't taste anything these days and so the only thing I could taste was the salt. He ate 2 servings and told me to add it to my list of regulars (thanks Charity!).

So basically, all of the chicken fight was for nothing, but oh well. I cleaned up the kitchen as we laughed about what happened. It was my fault, no doubt. I was the heap while he sat trying to calm me down. I am a mess sometimes. Poor guy, all he wanted to do was come home from his long day of work and eat with me.

Just so ya know...

I am POSTPONING my marathon. I am still struggling with my shins and do not feel ready for the next level of training. I was so happy to make the 10 mile mark, but the next level is 14, 16, 18, 20 and 22 miles in the hills and I don't think that would be wise with how much pain I still have.

I feel like I have made a good decision and am so proud of myself and what I have accomplished over the past 2 months. I am looking forward to taking everything I have learned and continuing training at my own pace so that when a new team starts next Spring, I will be ready for it. When I decided this, I was sad that everyone would be disappointed in me or think that I was a quitter, but then I realized that 2 months ago, I could hardly do 1 mile and now I can do 10... I'm happy with that.

So, I will keep running and next year I will be one of the faster ones on the team that everyone is jealous of. lol.

Ding! (picture a smile with the sparkle)

According to the dentist, I have perfect teeth and all of my flossing has paid off. I love a good report. That's all.