The wind is nutso today

That will make for quite the chaotic day. No wonder the kids were insane in the grocery store last night, and at dinner. After a month and a half of being sick, dh went to the doctor. He's knocking whatever this is out with whatever they can throw at it. He's on a strong antibiotic, a nasal spray, heavy decongestant, high dose expectorant, and cough suppressant. I'm hoping for a fast turnaround now. Poor guy. I have a touch of whatever he's got but not nearly the strength of his so I'm going to wait it out. Kill it with coffee, my favorite motto.

My butt hurts. There is a knot under the tissue/in the tissue that is the size of my fist. It's odd to sit down and hurts after a short time. Unfortunately standing isn't an option either. The bottom of my foot doesn't look bad but it sure does hurt. I called the doctor yesterday to determine what I should look for as far as what would require medical attention. She called back and said to take it easy, that I'd be sore (no kidding, check) and to ice it. Ha! Ice it. It's low and sort of in the crack, kind of. I'd have to part the parts and wedge a bag of peas or something. I don't see that working. I told my MIL that my butt was big and lumpy enough. I think I'll skip the ice unless I can see a real chance of it actually doing anything. And what if it doesn't get better, becomes more painful, or some other change happens? Why, they'll bring me in for X-RAYS. Now THAT is funny. X-ray of WHAT??? I didn't bother to ask because, well, I couldn't stop laughing in my head.

Speaking of butts and too much information. I read an article in Ladies Home Journal I thought was interesting. It said that these days everything seems appropriate. People have lost decorum and it's acceptable to talk to acquaintances and people you've never met about things like bruised asses. The author says that all of this lay-it-all-out-there blogging and acceptance of speaking about things that used to be uncouth to speak about except to your very closest friends (and maybe not even then) has led to selfishness. It's ACCEPTABLE to be selfish, to talk about yourself, to share too much information, therefore, in her opinion, people are MORE SELFISH than they used to be. People don't care about others anymore. They only care about, talk about, worry about and give a rats behind about anyone anymore. The article went on to talk about how to nip the over-sharer in the bud at office holiday parties :heavy eye rollage:. I have to strongly disagree with the baseline of this article. I just, simply, effectively, don't agree. I don't think people are more selfish than in "the good old days". I think people are just as selfish (or unselfish, really) as they've always been. I think the demographic of LHJ is probably looking through experience colored glasses and thinking "oh my, I never would have said anything like that" and from their generational perspective it's atrocious. But this is 2007 and without the information superhighway and the acceptable free exchange of ideas, thoughts, and experiences there would be a whole lot of the same-old same-old going on here. Teen pregnancy would still happen but nobody would know about it (like the good old days). Child abuse would be a "family matter". People would die quietly and alone of illnesses without touching people with their gifts out of concern for not inadvertantly sharing their pain. Breast cancer, child abuse, drug addiction and :gasp: depression don't deserve decorum and manners. These things need to be discussed openly, without shame or the illusion of manners. Talking gets stuff done, even if it's just that someone hears and sighs inwardly with relief that they are not alone. Now, the rare and few people who actually DO have diarrhea of the mouth are certainly in need of some manners, but what this article referred to was not THAT guy, but rather the everyday exchange of what she considered TMI. I'm quite sure that my above paragraph about my butt and it's issues (yes, I'm on a quest to see how many times I can say the word butt in one post) would be quite appalling. I'm also quite sure that if you don't like it, don't read it. Oh, and her suggestion was that these personal things be kept in a journal or spoken only with true and close friends. Well, my dear article author, that's what a BLOG IS. It's a journal that I choose to share with my friends, who may read it or not, who may comment or not. I'm certainly guilty of sharing too much or sharing in the wrong situation but for the most part I value human contact and feedback. This is exponentially true in situations where I am hurt or scared or frustrated. I'm simply a people person. I also wouldn't find it rude or annoying or anything but honest if someone said "Gwen, I don't really care about your butt and it's making me uncomfortable to hear you talk about it". I would politely apologize, turn a few shades of red, and move on knowing now how you feel. Tada, now was that so hard? I believe most people who crave the human connection (like I do) would be similar in their responses. If you are at a party and someone says "oh how awful that you had a cancer scare, I did too and they had to do a colonoscopy and wow was it painful..." and you say "I'm sorry, I really appreciate your experience but I don't really need to know the details" most people would apologize and move on. Is this hard? I guess maybe it is, but it's not for me.

So, in closing, don't hesitate to say "Gwen, SHUT UP" because it won't hurt my feelings (at least not for more than a minute) and otherwise I don't know how you feel. And by the way, I tried to get a link to the article so you all could read it too, but it's not online. If it becomes a part of their archive I will link it here. I'm guessing it's just bad business to put articles online when in print they cost $5 huh? Oh well, you'll just have to take my word for it, the article was dumb, and see for yourself later :oP.

It's 8:16, the kids are still sleeping. WHAT is UP with THAT??? I feel like I should continue to take advantage of the quiet and blog. But I'm all blogged out. Nothing more to say. Except to say that I have nothing more to say. Oohh, I just said something else. Whoa, there I go again. Wow, you could just type for hours and hours like this. See? It just goes and goes and goes. There goes some more. Dang, now I have lambchop in my head. This is the blog that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some dumbasss started typing it not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever just because (sing with me!) this is the blog that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some dumb chick started typing it not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever just because this is the blog that never ends....

I need company, and professional help...