The Peanut Allergy Girl
July 8, 2008 Filed Under: Uncategorized 412 words
Why yes, that IS me. I am the peanut allergy girl.
I was just reading this magazine called Allergic Living, and it had an article about people who don’t believe in allergies. Personally, I think this is stupid.
I’ve heard it all. From:
“You’re allergic to peanuts? You better not be eating that banana then!”
to
“You’re lying. I don’t think allergies are all that serious. You should be okay, right?”
to
“Allergies are so hyped up. It’s like being vegetarian.
May I just point out the following:
Being allergic to what I’m allergic to (peanuts, cats, dust, grass) does NOT mean I should live in a hole for the rest of my life. Thank you for the suggestion, but no.
I am NOT lying. Despite what some people think, allergic kids/adults are not like indigo children. (In case you’re wondering, indigo children are kids who claim to have special powers that only they can see. It’s basically like invisible friends. “I can see them. You can’t see them, so how can you prove they aren’t THERE?”) We don’t get any benefit out of being allergic, and we certainly never get sympathy from strangers. I don’t anyhow. People just look at me like I’ve grown an extra nose.
Allergies are not a personal choice, like veggietarians or vegans. Even really dedicated vegans could (and most likely, unless they are REALLY into the animal-saving thing, would) eat meat and drink milk if the world was ending and that was what was in greatest supply. I, on the other hand, would be forced to starve, because I just simply can’t eat peanuts (even if the yummy barbecue kind was available. I mean, I think they’re yummy. I haven’t tried them. Obviously.) And anyhow, veggietarians are abstaining from eating meat (or honey and milk and eggs and all other animal by-products, if you are vegan) for the good of the animals (or the good of the honey and milk and eggs and other animals by-products.) Us allergic folks are not going “Save the Peanut! Save the Shrimp! They deserve to lead fulfilling lives like the rest of us living things!” No. We are going “I’m sorry, but if I eat that, I may have a severe allergic reaction which may inhibit my breathing and cause me to DIE.
Ah. Now you get it.
Anyone want to join Treasure Box?
July 5, 2008 Filed Under: Uncategorized 120 words
It’s this new site I made. It’s an online community. If you’re interested in joining, go to http://treasurebox.moxiferous.net/.
On Treasure Box you can:
Chat, have a webpage, and do stuff!
Also, you could sign the comments so I know.
Some other (less important) announcements:
I officially hate nail polish. I used to use it quite a lot but I put it on last night and then WENT TO SLEEP thinking it was dry and now it has strange marks on it from my bed. I think this is an outrage. Oh, the discomforture! (To add to this annoyance, we are out of remover.)
That’s all for now, folks.
There Are Many Kinds of Music
July 1, 2008 Filed Under: Uncategorized 308 words
I think. Being obsessed with music, it is natural that I categorize any music I hear, and then decided whether I like it or not. Do you?
The bad music is the following: Elevator music, Being-put-on-hold-while-calling-the-computer-modem-people music, 95 FM CRAVE music (this is a radio station where I used to live that plays oldies-but-goodies and newies-but-baddies), super headbang rock comprised mostly of shreading, songs in which they play the chorus over and over and don’t actually have verses (yuck!), the “You’re the Reason I Do Things” song, songs that were good about 50 years ago, and songs that were made 50 years ago but were lousy even then.
I have no categories for good music. Basically, it’s the stuff that doesn’t fall into one of these categories.
If you’re wondering about the “You’re the Reason I Do Things” Song, it’s a really lousy song. Sung in a very mournful voice by some guy who is probably dead now, with a whole chorus of backup singers in perfect harmony warbling “You’re the REA-son I DO THIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGS!” which I was forced to listen to. Oh well.
As for the material on which the songs are displayed, I prefer CDs to tapes, Records to CDs (yes, I know this is weird but I have this love of those cool huge vinyl things) and iPods to Records. Radios are at the VERY BOTTOM because even after a great song you have to listen to them saying “And that was (Insert Singer/Band Here) singing his/her/their hit song (Insert Song Name Here). Wasn’t it great? And we’ll be back after this brief advertisement!” and then some bit about buying pop tarts only to have them explode or something.
Ah yes. I’m obsessed. Obviously. Didn’t you know?
Okay, I’ll shut up. I have a wall to paint.
I am dead.
June 29, 2008 Filed Under: Uncategorized 163 words
Not really, but I HAVE been bitten by several thousand bugs of all sorts and professions. Technically, I have been injected with so much poison I an no longer alive.
If you commented my previous post and I still have not answered, I’m sorry. We are still trying to sort out the internet and I’m just getting to it now.
I’m trying to make a new layout. I am really, really sick of my old one, and it was made kind of hastily. Ideas? I’m trying to not have celebs in my layouts anymore, and I was thinking of doing an ice-cream-ish summer theme.
We have moved! All our furiously packed boxes have arrived, and now I am unpacking. I am also figuring out the painting. Our house is FAR too big. It seems strange that you can’t yell at people from another room anymore (our old house was only one level).
I’ll be trying to rebuild my site and update more frequently.
I’m Camping.
June 22, 2008 Filed Under: Uncategorized 292 words
Whoop-de-doop, right?
A small recap of my journey so far:
Day 1. We get to the campsite really, really late and our tent nearly gets blown over because of the wind.
Day 2. There’s a really sunny campground with hot showers but there were a lot of little-ish kids that made a ton of noise. Particularly this one little girl who screamed at her poor (but very mature and patient) 9-yo brother to lift her into the swing, and then later to lift her out, and then to find her a caterpillar (or, and I quote “Fuzzy WORMY thingy. Capertilar.”)
Day 3. It’s RV central! YAY! Camper vans with inspiring names such as “COMMANDER” and “EXPLORER” and “Designer”. And we were one of 3 tents in the entire campground. Plus, there were all these gopher holes! I was really annoyed (who likes stepping in them, honestly) but this morning I actually saw one. Which was cool. They are little balls of brown fluff. So cute.
Day 4. We are here in a pretty campground. We are 3 provinces away from the one we originally started in, and it’s hotter than the Gobi Desert. Really hot.
Some questions:
Why the heck is it so darn boiling during the day and then freezing at night? It’s irritating.
What exactly is the point of camping in an RV if it is equipped with all the trimmings (TV, dishwasher, mattresses, radio, oven, microwave, shower)? It’s like having a house on wheels. Hardly “roughing it”.
I’m getting SPAM. STUPID SPAM! I’d like to tell all you people selling fridges and pills that I will not buy any. EVER. So back off.
To end this post, three words. I. Hate. Prunes.
Thanks for commenting, people. It brightens my camping day.
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