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Allergies

It’s that time of year when I walk into a new place and suddenly start sneezing. Multiple times. In succession. I don’t have one of those tiny, cute, girl sneezes that sound like a puppy, or a bunny, or some other small adorable animal sneezing. It’s more something like this:

I keep sneezing because I have allergies now. I developed them a couple years ago. They come and go rather suddenly. I almost forget I have them every year until I need to break out the Benadryl for a couple weeks. I don’t even know what I’m allergic to or why it started. These are the possible reasons I’ve considered so far:

Age: I went for 18 years without allergies, how is it fair to suddenly develop them? I guess it’s like anything with getting old, but I am still protesting. My body is a conformist and has to get worse as it gets older instead of becoming more awesome or taller or something. I’ve heard other people say that they experienced adult onset allergies too. That it happened just as suddenly as mine did and it doesn’t go away. Yay.

Location: Kansas normally has an increase in mildew and ragweed this time of year. The amount of pollen also does… stuff. I have no idea what I’m talking about. I can never figure out what I’m allergic to or if it has to do with where I live or not. I’ve been told that Kansas is bad for allergies because of– stuff. But I can never remember what that stuff is.

The Lords Will: However, I think we’re on good terms.

Change of location: I first got allergies the summer I returned from my freshman year of college. My uncle says it’s because I’d never lived anywhere else before. As you might be able to tell, I have no idea how allergies work so I can’t tell you if this is a valid theory or not.

Genetics: Neither of my parents are particularly prone to allergies but as I’ve often alleged, I got the worst traits from each of them. My father is a respectable 5’11’’ but I got my mother’s 5’1’’ height (which I round to 5’2’’). I don’t look anything like my Mexican mother but I do resemble my pale father who burns easily. So I’m sure their combined DNA could figure out a way to give me terrible allergies even though they’re both fine.

I’m Cursed: No. Too Melodramatic.

Pets: If it was them, I figure I’d be allergic to them more often. And I’d be screwed anyway because I wouldn’t get rid of the dogs.

Besides, who would get rid of that face? Well, someone did. But we aren’t letting him go that easy.

I do realize that other people have allergies that are a lot worse than mine. I generally complain once when it starts, start taking my Benadryl, and wait it out. Plus, this blog post gave me an excuse to post a picture of my dog. And he’s adorable.

In other news, I was a rock star at being semi-productive today. I got some writing work done, did my laundry (and put almost all of it back in the proper places!), and am getting closer to moving into my new apartment. The highlight of my day was when I discovered a diet plan that proposes because our genetics are relatively unchanged from how they were thousands of years ago, we should eat the same food our prehistoric ancestors did. My mother always pretends she’s dieting so I told her about this. Her response was, “You mean like dinosaurs?”

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I learn all my lessons from TV shows.

The days where I get ten hours of sleep are not the ones where I’m most rested. It’s only ten here and I’m already yawning and thinking about how comfortable my bed is. I sat down to write a blog post (two days in a row!), but I’d rather be sleeping. On days like this I wonder where the time went. I feel like I didn’t get much accomplished today and that’s because I didn’t.  I have trouble focusing on one task, so my days are usually a jumble of half finished projects and wasted time. I guess all I can do is think of the positives. I received two free meals today (food would be where my mind goes first), it was a beautiful day outside, and I made plans to have lunch with a good friend tomorrow. Normally at the end of a lackluster day, I hope I can get my act together tomorrow, focus, and get some work done. Tonight, I am not hoping. I am determined to make tomorrow better.

Here’s a simple quote from Cougar Town that has been applicable to my life lately: “Nothing you really want in life ever works out, unless you’re in one hundred percent.”

But maybe Ron Swanson said it best:

I am bad at sports. Yes, I was the person always picked last at kickball. Half the opposing team would scoot up when they saw me and my short little legs step up to plate. The other half would tell the first half that were being mean. Then they would scoot up too. Yes, I still hate kickball to this day. I never had enough power to kick the ball far or hit the baseball out of the park during softball. I was too short to be useful during basketball games, and I couldn’t serve the ball over the net during volleyball. Why did I play so many sports anyway? I guess my parents hated me. They probably thought I needed exercise and sunshine and that maybe some hand-eye coordination would seep its way into my brain. It didn’t. I vaguely remember being the kid who chatted with everyone else on the bleachers or who played in the dirt during softball.

I never became an athlete when I got older but things did get easier. I could suddenly make a few baskets even though I never could during practice. I could serve the ball over the net (underhand but that still counts) and as for kickball. Okay well I still suck at that and soccer, nut I refused to be on a kick ball team and signed up for beach volleyball instead. I say beach a lot, but I mean sand volleyball. There are no beaches in Kansas and if there were they would be freezing at this time of year. The weather is spastic anyway, so while the beginning of the week had sunny skies and shorts, by the time volleyball came around I was wearing sweats and huddled in a jacket the whole time.

A beach volleyball ball.

My skills at volleyball aren’t advanced but they’re more than I had as a child. I can reliably serve the ball over the net. I probably got more serves over than anyone else on my team. I can normally always touch the ball if it comes over to me. That’s not a great feat, half the time I ended up in the sand, but I can normally hit easy balls and I’m somewhat entertaining when I shriek and bat at serves so I am tolerated. Some of my teammates have played volleyball for years and some of them are like nine freaking feet tall  so I am no way near the best player on my team. And I couldn’t stop us from getting slaughtered during our matches this time. But I do okay and I help drink the beer we get. I am content with what I bring to the team. I just hope it warms up and that we remember more beer next time.

Geese, oh and Veronica Mars Is Smarter Than Me

Nature is trying to take over in the parking lot of the restaurant where I work. We have four geese that have made their nests in the lot and have started having babies. This seems adorable. And okay, it is to me. I pass them all the time and they’re cute from far away, even though they actually do sit pretty close to the front door at my work. Some of my coworkers throw things at them and chase them. This was how we learned that doing things like that was actually a felony. So either they’ll stop or get arrested, either outcome works for me. The hostess and I have become friends with the geese. Or as close to friends as I can be without getting too close to them.  I say hello, they don’t chase me, I go inside, and everyone wins. I don’t even really mind breaking for them when I drive away. However, I would like them better if they responded to my horn and actually moved out of the way. Someone called Animal Control today to move the geese because some great citizen tried to run over them with his car. We learned that because of An Important Law geese are protected and they can’t do anything to displace them. I guess I’ll be seeing my little friends more often.

goose

 

As for me, I am slowly becoming more productive and making money doing some freelance writing. Also, my day job at the restaurant was pleasant if not lucrative, and I’d almost say I’ve had a productive day. I would say it but last time I really felt like I was getting things done and making progress, I backslid majorly into a napping, procrastinating mess. Tonight I’m going to try to get some of my personal writing projects done and watch some of my favorite Tuesday night TV shows. I don’t know why Glee is one of my favorite Tuesday night TV shows, but it still is. And in watching the Veronica Mars reruns that are on Soapnet, I remembered why I fell in love with Max Greenfield from New Girl in the first place. I know everyone loved Logan but I was all about the cute deputy. Or the badass Latino biker. I still miss Weevil. Or okay, even Duncan Kane was kinda adorable. That show had a lot of attractive menfolk on it, which is another reason why it shouldn’t have been cancelled. I’m still hoping for a movie!

 

Eli "Weevil" Navarro

Eli "Weevil" Navarro (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Polar Bear!

My goal was to post on this blog “more often” though I guess that term is open to my interpretation. Since it’s been like two weeks, I suppose it should be pretty easy to meet that goal at this point. I was going to write about some adventures I’ve had over the past few weeks like the Grouplove concert I went to (amazing) or the college basketball championships (not as amazing), but then I saw this:

This man, who apparently has some type of  background training bears, has a polar bear for a pet that he swims with. I may have to discretely delete this post a year from now when that polar bear turns against him, but right now all I can think is “awwww.”

If I were ever crazy enough to think I could own a wild animal for a pet, then I would get an ocelot. I have wanted an ocelot ever since I knew what an ocelot was. Which animal would you choose?

Deutsch: Ozelot (Leopardus pardalis) English: ...

Photo credit: Wikipedia

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