How Many Beers Was That?

Long ass day.

I am so tired.

Came home to put the Monkeys to bed. About to head out to see if there's anything left of the driveway party. They were all smack-talking B when I left.

Photojournalism coming up this weekend.

Found out today that the rash I've had isn't because of leprosy, as I'd predicted. Rather, it's a wicked combo of stress, dry skin and allergic reactions.

How fucking awesome is that?

It's not bad enough that I'm losing my hair and gaining weight, now I'm itchy and poxy because of my job.

Fuck.

Oh, yeah. And now I'll be taking two allergy medications probably daily.

*grumble*

Hurricane Season on Dry Land

I fucking hate the fucking wind.

I believe I may have mentioned this?

My lungs are so fubar right now that, pretty much as soon as I step outside, I started coughing. Not even phlegmy coughing, either. That, at least, can be relieved a little bit. Dry, tight-chested, who-stole-my-oxygen coughing. I'm thinking this may be what asthma feels like?

To top this off, we just got our lawn mowed, and I can feel the "Hi! You remember about being allergic to this, right?" coming right through the closed office windows.

*wimper*

I had a dream last night that my ex-manager and ex-lead (the women that hired me in the first place) had come back and taken over the unit. The three of us had a sit down at the end of the day. They were looking very canary-eating-cat smug and they asked me how I felt about that. I told them that it was the first time I'd laughed at work in months.

Huh.

I still don't want to go work where they're working.

There were so many things rolling around in my head today. I tried and I tried, but I just couldn't get them nailed down into a blog post.

Ah... I guess I can try again tomorrow.

Circular Blog Post

Apparently, Mother Nature has decided that we shall either bake or be subjected to 20 to 25 mph winds. Because we just can't get enough of the wind. The 10 day forecast, which is significantly cooler than the previous week, does not contain a day where there is no wind.

I fucking hate the fucking wind.

I may have mentioned this previously? I am so over the wind it is not even funny. All I want to do is seal up the house and crawl into a hole and hope it stops. Unfortunately, we have no AC, so the only way the house resembles cool is by leaving windows and doors open. Not that it matters. When it was cooler, earlier in the year, and the wind and pollen were out, I did seal up the house. It didn't help.

It's probable that I'm staying home tomorrow, because my allergies are already kicking my ass.

In other news, a blog that I read posted a link to this today. Illustrated BMI categories. My personal favorite? Jessica, "overweight". And a triathlete. Suddenly I want to know what Jessica's body fat percentage is. I mean, look at her. She's a triathlete, which means she's loaded with lots of good muscle, which weighs more than fat, which ups her BMI, which is "bad".

WTF?

So does that mean BMI is worthless?

It's not about what you weigh. It's not about your BMI. It's about how you feel, how your clothes fit, how strong you are, how healthy you are.

When I was in high school, I had a normal BMI. I practically lived on Pepsi, Oreos, cupcakes and It's-Its. I was definitely smaller than I am now. But was I healthier?

Maybe. Maybe not.

How important is weight and BMI to your total health?

Speaking of things health and (loosely) fitness related...

SweetPea and I stopped at the Tower Mart on the way home. I looked down the little road on the other side of the street, and there was this woman running up the street. I mean like running, running. Not like, "for her life" running. Meanwhile, all the dirt and dust and pollen in a five mile radius was swirling around her and filling up the whole street. And all I could think was that, if that was me, I would fall down dead

Right.

There.

Fucking allergies.