Pardon my french, but I have a cold and a cough from HELL, and my throat is hosting a steak barbecue!
I’ve actually had a cough for 2 months now . . . literally. Ask my kids, they will tell you I’m not lying. I get this dang cough about three times a year. I’ve always thought it’s allergies, but what is lurking outside in the cold and snow this time of year? Doctors generally listen to my hack and send me home with inhalers and tell me I have asthma. (sp) That just doesn’t look right, but Websters dictionary says it’s so.
Yesterday, I made these Hot Fudge Oreo cupcakes for a special friend, whom we call Steph.
It’s her Birthday today. I wish I could be more like Steph. She is always happy, content, giving, concerned, loving and her visits always make my day. Happy Happy Birthday Stephanie!
I gave most of these away yesterday, but kept two of them. This morning as I was trying to swallow without curling every toe, (something I do well) I thought about them tucked away in the freezer.
COLD . . . now that would feel good on my flaming throat. I devoured one of them at 9:00 AM this morning. I didn’t even feel guilty, because each bite was worth the calories I was consuming. Frankly, I’m too awnry today to really care.
I should tell you about the New Winsor Pilate’s that I have been using for a couple of weeks now. I’m sore!
Pilate’s is a normal routine of my mornings . . . most mornings, along with the treadmill. Not today though. I can’t breathe today, so that’s my pathetic excuse. The new Pilate’s I ordered has a weighted bar with strong resistance bands that you use with all the exercises. If you do it right, it kicks butt! Trust me . . . my butt needs some kicking! Enough of that.
Today, since I’m feeling sorry for myself . . . and I’ve already cosumed my daily ration of calories. I can’t bake! Can’t exercise either! So I will just look at other blogs, and snif and gag, and cough and blow, and possibly dowse my throat with more ice cream.
Occasionally, I look at the Dooce.com website. I think the fact that she’s from Salt Lake City interests me a bit. We once shared the same religion. (LDS) She’s walked away, and I haven’t.
Heather A. is her name, and she talks openly and honestly about why she left, and very openly about everything in her life and family. I go back from time to time . . . read . . . shake my head . . . read . . . shake my head some more, and wonder why her site is so popular, when her mouth is so foul. Sometimes it puts me off, but I tend to creep back at least once a week. WHY? Is it because she doesn’t tend to care about what others think. She just lays it all out there for millions of readers. I don’t necessarily agree with all she says, but I can definitely relate to some of it.
I guess my question is this:
Is your blog of journal entries . . . your true feelings, thoughts and daily events such as Dooce.com?
Are you brave enough to bare it all . . . sort a speak?
or . . .
Do you Sugar Coat and “touch up” your journal entries so that others think . . . your life is most wonderful most the time?
Since I worry way too much about what others think of me . . . my “open book” blog would have to be private. How dare I let anyone think that my life is anything but perfect . . . right?
Possibly that’s why I keep creeping back to her site. Sometimes I read something that is like a carbon copy of what I’m thinking, but I don’t have the guts to express it. Sometimes however, I read something, and I want to “shake her” and wake her up!
Albert Einstein once said: “Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.”
I think if we were more open and honest . . .
We could really help each other at the times when we most need it.
What do you think?