• Random and Odd

    oooh. wee.

    Come spring I am Karma cursed for all the years I had picked on Dan for having allergies.  I don’t mean I picked on him in a loving way, I picked on him in a horrible manner.  Names like, ‘dork’ ‘nerd’ were just the tip of the ice berg. No sympathy what so ever when his eyes would bulge from his head in a red, irritated way.  No sympathy when he would walk around and talk like he had a tube sock shoved up his nose.  Not even a warm rag when he would wake up and his eyes would be glued shut.  I would laugh at him and call him names.

    Then God gave me Alyx…and with Alyx came all the allergies her father had.  From day one she was allergy prone to everything.  Spring time she is in tears with the though of going outside.  I would like to believe I suddenly got allergies because I was having ‘mother sympathy pains’ for my beautiful baby…but I know it’s because I was a royal bitch to Dan for all those years of his suffering and having to carry around a inhaler.

    My favorite time of the year is March.  My birthday is in March. The trees have pretty petals on them. The petals fall off and it looks like it’s snowing.  The grass is greener.  The air is cleaner.
    My allergies kick in.  March now sucks.

    Tonight I am battling this sneezy, runny nose, I have hair on the back of my tongue feeling.   It feels like a really strange acid trip. NOT THAT I HAVE EVER DONE ACID.  Because that is bad. BAD. BAD.  People might think they saw Jimmy Hoffa in the walls and try to get him out with a butter knife.  Worst case people on acid might actually forget how to ride a bike mid way down the street.  ACID=BADNESS.  Don’t do it kids.
    With that warning said, “Hellooooooooooooooooooo Jimmy Hooooofffffaaaaaa.”

    Karma, I’m sorry for picking on Dan. Please stop the ringing in my ears and swollen tongue. If you truly have any pity, you can let my nose stop running for like 30 minutes too.

    Kristine