The Mystery of the Truncated February

Okay, tell me it's not just me. I am so ready for winter to be over. O.V.E.R.

There's nothing like frigid weather and lots of snow to make people thing long and hard about starting a successful home business. The upside is you can work in your jammies (my favorite perk), don't have to worry about shoveling the driveway, and can set your schedule around reruns of CSI on Spike TV.

The downside is a raging case of cabin fever, and while I don't think I've hit maximum overload yet, it's close. Why does it seem like February, as truncated of a month as it is, seems so damned long?

I'm ready for spring. SO. READY.

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Snow Day or: Help Me I'm Bored

Okay, it's not like a snow day really matters when you work from home. It's not like I have to clear off the car and actually get dressed, or Gawd forbid, go anywhere. But there is something about your car covered with all that white stuff and your driveway stuffed with five inches of snow, not to mention the negative THREE degree windchill that somehow triggers off the cabin fever.

And the internet is a dangerous thing when you have time on your hands and a case of the heebie jeebies from being "forced" to stay home. All those useless Facebook games, interesting links that tempt you to click here to learn more, not to mention time on Twitter and calling it "work". (Well, IT IS.)

So, while I can't exactly take a snow day and justify it, I think I might do that anyway.

Today I am grateful for: sweat pants, vanilla chai tea, and the layer of fat that insulates me from the wind chill factor. Heh.

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The Best Laid Plans

A wonderful and dear friend of mine just welcomed her third grandbaby. He just missed my birthday by about twelve hours, but I ain't mad. I'm just happy everything turned out well and that mother and baby are doing fine. GO SISSA!

Anyway, the little buggah was delivered by C-section, and it took me back to my first baby and the birth of my grandbaby. I was struck by something my daughter said to me -- during her pregnancy, her health care providers asked her to make a birth plan. She said, what's the use of that? She was right, as it turns out, because my grandbaby was also delivered by C-section. My first labor was intense and wrought with problems, but by the time they decided they should have performed a C-section, it was too late, and my son was delivered with high forceps. Yeah, ouch. (Like you EVER forget. Not bloody likely.)

See, you can plan. You can take your prenatal vitamins, get regular check-ups, watch your diet, but when it comes to the delivery, all bets are off. It's like Mother Nature says, "Look, bitch, you ain't in charge of this rodeo," and she's correct. However, it seems to me that C-sections are almost the norm rather than the exception these days, and that's rather disturbing, don't you think?

Actually, I have to say, my daughter did have a plan. Her plan was to come out of the hospital with a healthy baby. Mission accomplished. Same with Sissa, and for that, I'm happy.

Welcome, Jordan Christopher, even though you missed my birthday. Heh :)

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Another Year and More...

Yep, just had a birthday. Yanno, after a certain point (I'd say around thirty or forty of them, heh) they're just the same old, same old. Pun definitely intended.

The only thing I really wanted was five minutes with my momma. I miss her terrible, and certain days are harder than others. A birthday is one of those days, so that's why I spent it on the down-low. Of course, I made a cake, because everything seems better with cake. The only bad thing about that is, once you eat the cake, then you have to think about how to get rid of belly fat. Heh.

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Technology Strikes Again

Wow. It's all I can do to handle one computer, right? Check out this handy dandy gadget that I've never heard of - it's called a KVM switch. With this thing, you can control multiple computers from one keyboard, monitor, and mouse.

I'm just giggling hysterically here. I can barely keep track of three brain cells, two websites, a Facebook account, Twittering me timbers, and one email account. I can't even imagine the mess I'd be in with more than one of these here computer thingys to keep track of. The mind BOGGLES.

Oh, lawdy. Still giggling here. That's just too funny.

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Running on the Hamster Wheel

Okay, been pretty busy, but you know how it is.

I had a realy scary minute last week. I actually walked into a fitness club, complete with fancy-schmanzy fitness equipment with digital interfaces that measured everything from calories burned to perspiration output and probably could tell you how long it had been since you shaved your armpits and legs. I wouldn't be surprised if by the time you got off some of those contraptions they could tell you the last time you had your period or how long it had been since your last orgasm.

I don't want a machine knowing that much about me. It seems unnatural. Maybe the hamsters have the right idea. Hop on a spoked wheel, and let the poop fall where it may. Needless to say, I declined the invitation to participate in an intimate relationship with a machine with more lights and baubles than a street of New York City. Just sayin'. Heh.

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Rheumatoid Arthritis

rheumatoid arthritis has been around for a long, long time. You may have heard oldtimer's refer to it as "the rheumatiz" or noticed knobby joints and pain. Lots of pain.

Rheumatoid arthritis affects one in 100 people, and is a chronic disease characterized by swollen, inflamed joints. An auto-immune disease, it most often afflicts three times as many women as men, and the onset is usually age 30 to 50, although younger people do develop the condition.

The disease progresses in three stages: first, the synovial lining of the joints becomes swollen and inflamed, leading to pain, stiffness, and warmth of the joint. The second stage is a thickening of the synovial tissue, and in the third stage this tissue excretes an enzyme that may digest the cartilage and bone, causing the joint to lose flexibility, shape, and alignment. A systemic disease, rheumatoid arthritis can, in later stages, affect other organs of the body.

Great progress has been made through drugs and therapy to controlling the symptoms of this disease, although there is no cure. The causes are unknown, although there are some theories that cite a genetic or environmental link, as well as a relationship to diet.

In lieu of or in addition to pharmaceutical help, some remedies include hydrotherapy, acupuncture, modified diets (to include vegetarianism), and a number of diet supplements such as:

• Fish oil: Take 1,000 mg, three times a day. Conversely, increase your consumption of fish
• Boron: 2 mg.
• Evening primrose oil: 1,000 mg. three times a day.
• Selenium: 100 mcg. daily,
• Vitamin C: 2,000 mg. daily.
• Vitamin E: 400 I.U. daily.
• Zinc: 22.5 mg.
• If you take NSAIDs for pain relief: vitamin B~: 100 mg.; vitamin B~2, 1,000 mcg. in tablets dissolved under the tongue. (These supplements may allow you to reduce your drug dose.)
• Copper salicylate: 2 mg. one time a day with meals, and zinc: 50 mg. two times a day with meals. Discontinue after six weeks if no improvement.
• Ginger (powdered form is available at health food stores): 500 mg. three times daily.

Sea cucumber has been posited as a treatment for rheumatoid arthritis with promising results, although studies are still in the preliminary stages.

As with any type of holistic treatment, make sure to check with your physician before implementing.

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Visions of the Future

You know, I was just thinking about Trapper Keepers. Do you remember those? They were the coolest notebook to have in school. (After stone tablets, of course.) They held everything but your lunch, and they had these cunning little pockets for papers, pens and pencils, and even makeup.

These days, the coolest notebook to have in school are netbooks. Unless you have an iPhone. Only thing is, there's no place to put your makeup. That kinda sucks. Still, I wonder how long it will be before we're not carrying notebooks OR netbooks, because we'll all be fitted with a microchip.

I bet that's not too far off.

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Better Than A Bucket Full Of Diamonds

Here comes the onslaught for Valentine's Day.

Flowers, chocolate, lingerie, jewelry...but you know the best kind of unique gifts for her? Time. Minutes, hours, whatever you can spare. I'd much rather have an hour with my loved one than a bucket full of diamonds.

Wait. Let me think about that for a minute. Heh.

Honestly, I'd really rather have time with my peeps than gifts that die, put weight on my ass, give me a scratchy wedgie, or sparkle coldly in the sunshine. Not that I don't appreciate gifts, mind you, especially buckets full of sparklies, but there's nothing that takes the place of a hug, a kiss, a snuggle.

When the kids were little, I'd spoil them on Valentine's Day. It's supposed to be the day where you show the people who mean the most to you how much you love them, and that doesn't mean lovers only. Although VD has become disgustingly commercialized, much like Christmas, I still like the idea of showing the people whom I love so dearly just how much they matter to me. That goes for friends, family, and lovers.

So, when you think about a special Valentine's gift, think about the gift of time. It's unique, one size fits all, and there are no calories. :)

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Looking Toward The Future

Am I the only one who still feels nineteen in her head? No matter what the mirror shows me, my mind's eye has a totally different vision going on. It's quite rude, I think, for the mirror to disagree so vehemently. What's up with that?

I remember wondering at several points in my life just exactly what the next decade will hold for me, and if I should actually be seriously considering life insurance quotes. It's getting to that point, as I figure if I'm extremely lucky I may have conceivably 20-30 years left on this planet.

That may seem like a lot, right? Until you look back and realize just how fast those first 20-30 went and how much has happened since then. Jeez, just take a look at the past 16 months...wow. It seems both a lot longer and a lot shorter, you know? So, what's next?

Part of the "fun" *insert level of sarcasm here, depending on local ordinances, personal tolerance, and advice from your chiropractor* is not knowing, right? Except some people don't really like suspense. I know I don't. Suspense just makes me crazy, makes me nervous, makes me worry...I don't watch suspense movies anymore for that very reason. If I'm dragged to one or forced to watch something in that genre, I usually put my hands over my eyes and peek through my fingers. I often walk into the other room during competitive-type stuff when it gets really intense and I can't take the NOT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! Will they win or lose? Who will get there first? WHY DO I CARE?

And yet, I love the Winter Olympics. Go figure.

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Wasn't that some tangent? Bet you never expected to end up there. Heh.

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Well, anyway. What's in the future? At my age, I have no more idea than the nineteen year-old did way back when. Some things never change. :)

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