Original thoughts...

   Is there still such a thing as an original thought?  It doesn't seem like it when you are trying to find a blog name or web domain.  You think of something type it in.  Up pops those red letter that said name is already taken please try again.  You almost feel like your at a slot machine.  You feed it names...and wait.  Red letters again and again.  Name after name.  Then just as you are about to give up...name available.  Alright you feel like you just won the lottery.  Woo hoo.  Now you can finally get started with your blog.  Yes...

      Wait.  What WAS that name you just entered????

What can you do with a burn...

   AAGHH. I couldn't post yesterday.  I was cooking dinner and got to thinking about what I wanted to post instead of what I was doing.  I forgot to vent the bowl of potatoes, so when I reached in to peel back the plastic wrap and stir them... You guessed it a rush of steam escaped and burned my thumb.  It is very hard to type and balance an ice pack on your thumb at the same time.  So I had to wait until today.  But it did give me something to write about. 
   One of my pet peeves is getting hurt that bad, and nothing really to show for it.  I mean a nasty papercut will get you more sympathy than a bad steam burn.  You can see the cut.  The burn swells the skin and turns red but not enough that someone whould notice.  Unless you point it out.  What is the point of putting on a brave face, if no one knows your doing it.  I mean if I'm going to be in that much pain, I want at least one "Poor baby, can I get you anything?". ...Is that asking too much???

   By the way, FYI if you get a burn (yes, blogger girl this includes sunburns) you need to get the heat out first.  Don't put lotion, or butter or anything on it until you do.  And butter is the last thing you should put on. Think about what happens when you put butter in a hot skillet.

  
    If it is a sunburn a cold shower works great.  Any other kind of burn ice packs and lots of them.  When the skin is no longer hot to the touch, then you can put burn cream, ointment, or my favorite Vitamin E and Aloe Vera on the burn.  If you clog the pore of your skin you trap the heat in, and it keeps doing it's damage.
   I once had a someone put out a cigarette on my knuckle in a crowded bar.  (Not on purpose, or we would have had a very serious discussion.)  Anyway it hurt like you know what.  I knew the waitresses and bartenders, so they keep me supplied with ice wrapped in towels all night.  When the ice melts you know it, the pain is instant.  After keeping ice on the burn for a couple of hours, I soaked a cotton ball with Vitamin E and Aloe Vera and taped over the burn.  Took a couple of aspirin and went to bed.  The next day when I took off the cotton ball, all I had was a small spot that looked like a callous.
   Oh, and the thumb...just slightly puffy and shinny today.  No more pain, Thank God.

Summer has arrived. Let the complaining began.

   All winter we sit indoors and complain because we want to be outside.  In the garden, at the park, on the beach, or anywhere but inside.  Then low and behold its summer.  That magical season we have been dreaming about.  So what do we do... We run outside, over do it, and start a whole new set of complaints.
    The garden is being over run by too many of the wrong bugs and not enough of the right bugs.  Bees are great in the garden. Ants are not, the dang leaf cutter ants took every plant in an entire row overnight.  You love the butterflies, but hate the caterpillars (almost as bad as the ants).
   The park is too crowded, the Frisbee players don't look where they are going, and you wind up playing defense while you try to relax. ( Have you seen the wine bottle juggling scene in Pink Panther 2, yeah like that.)  Or you are the Frisbee player and forget you haven't done anything more athletic than lift the remote for the last 5 months.  Don't worry you muscles will tell you all about it later.
   The beach is crowded and the sand is too hot.  You have totally forgotten over the winter how sand has a way of getting into places you don't want it to get into.  The water is relaxing though, so much so it can lull you a sleep and you wake up with a severe sunburn. 
   This is what we waited for all winter.... Sure is. 
   So grab the lawn chairs, a bottle of wine,  the sunscreen, and head out.  We can always complain later, but right now I've got some summer plans.

I'm a coffeeholic...

I'm a coffeeholic.  There I said it.  I love the smell, and taste of a good cup of coffee (or even a bad cup some mornings).  This is a problem when you have a heart condition.  When the cardiologist told me to cut down of the caffeine, I almost called him a few choose government words.  But then I realized two things...1) He said cut down, not give up....2) If something happened to me, who would take care of J and the dogs.  I mean I haven't even told him where I keep his credit cards.  (Oh, come on ladies, we always go together, and you know his wallet is going to end up in your purse anyway,so why carry two.)
So I decided I would cut back.  But how.  I drink coffee subconsciously.  I pour a cup and the next thing I know its empty. I don't have any memory of drinking it, (No, I'm not that old).  Maybe I have coffee gremlins. 
Then the answer hits me... I'm lazy.  So I started using one of those old dinner coffee cup, you know like on the newest movie of Indiana Jones.  It worked great.  The cup is only 6oz, and I don't like to keep getting up to refill it.  And as an added bonus the coffee stays warm to the end, or at least I think it does.  I still don't remember drinking it....

                                              Ah ha,  I KNEW IT.....

Gone Too Soon...

                   Your spirit continues to soar,
                          Fly on sweet angel.

                                       Victoria Carol Foutz
                                   April 14th, 1986 -- April 18th, 2004



Today's blog is dedicated to a beautiful young lady that I knew. She was all girl and all teenager. Which meant that even though she loved her parents dearly, they didn't know what they were talking about. Just ask her. 

This typical young teen didn't get the chance to find out, her parent's knew a lot more than she thought they did. She will be missed by all the people she has touched in her short life.  But I know she is watching us now. Victoria you are missed by all of us.

Victoria's parents are in the process of writting a book. I will let everyone know when it is out.  If you would like to leave comments for them, I will pass them on.  Thank you all.