Every once in a while, I like to slow down my witty repartee here at 2nd Cup and just write about what happened during my day, even if there's nothing much to say.
Because "nothing much to say" is a little better than "nothing at all to say and no one will ever come back here again," so here is my day, in no particular order or significance of events because, well, you know. It was just a day.
I got my car back from being repaired due to my stupid! stupid! stupid! wreck.
I worked on writing a proposal at work that approximately 600 people are contributing to, so that's approximately easy. Occasionally my boss reads my blog. Does yours? And you SAHMs, don't give me that "My boss is a Jewish carpenter" line. But that's an interesting thought: "Does Jesus read our blogs, or just 'know' them?" I think I'll check Sitemeter locations to see if I can detect a URL that sounds like it could be heaven. I'll get back to you on that.
I dropped salad on my keyboard just now.
Or maybe "Someone" gave me a cosmic slap.
Our 21 year-old told us she's getting an apartment instead of moving home this summer. That really boosted my PMS morale.
I spent much of the afternoon researching gluten intolerance, because I think I may have it and one daughter may have it. Not that I'm a hypochondriac and just imagine I have it because one of my best friends does, either.
OK, here is the story. Yesterday, I went to get my weekly allergy shots and had another reaction like this one, only not as severe. So aside from all of my legions of allergy symptoms, I'm now also having cramps like labor contractions, only there is no let-up. I almost passed out it hurt so bad. And it happened immediately after I left the office from the shots (where I have to sit and wait 30 minutes instead of the usual 20 because of that last episode.) I drove away to get my daughter from school, and I thought I was going to have to pull over before I could get her home. I have some symptoms that go along with a gluten intolerance, at least. But I don't want to give up food, particularly since everything I eat is made of 90% gluten. I honestly don't know how my friend does it, but she said it turned her life around.
Anyway, I hope this is not it, you know, the "Big One," where I'll have to ... give up baked goods. I'll keep ya posted since you're riveted right now.
Speaking of sickness, my girlfriends who meet on Wednesday nights often discuss our middle age maladies and just die laughing because we are becoming our mothers, who tell us about their bowel movements in pretty much any conversation we have with them. It doesn't matter how the conversation starts, it will end with a bowel story somehow.
My mom is the master at this:
Phone call: "What did you do today, Mom?"
"Ohhh, we got up and had our coffee and devotions and got cleaned up, and boy was I tired!" (She's 82, so, you know.)
"Then we went to the mall and ate at MCL Cafeteria. They had the Jack Benny special."
"Really?" I say, totally seeing where that tidbit of info is leading. "Did you buy anything at the mall?"
"Yes. The worst stomach ache of my life, that's all, due to that ol' Jack Benny special! I cramped and cramped and had to go right home and medicate myself with [insert names of OTC bowel remedy products]. Finally, I was able to go and then I stopped cramping, but I think I'm going to have to go again because I'm having so much gas."
"OK, Mom, well, uh, I'd better get going ...."
So we all laugh because we have begun to ask about each other's ailments. That is sad. One time, when we were shopping, we found this novelty called "The Wheel of Death." You could line up your symptoms on this cardboard wheel and then look into the little cutout window and get your diagnosis, which was usually something so distasteful it shan't be repeated here. So now when we start complaining, someone says, "We need the 'Wheel of Death' for the definitive diagnosis here."
And that was my day today. Did I mention I feel bloated?