They’re ALL somebody’s children

The war in Iraq is horrific. I am not a fan of war, period, and I don't know anyone who is. The people that fight -- on all sides -- all of them are somebody's children.

I feel some sense of justice knowing that the very man who guided us into this morass has faced the consequences of his decision. And in doing so, hopefully now knows deep sorrow. (And perhaps some intense insomnia to go with it.)

Hey Moms: Cool Find

I didn't need to see Michael Moore's "Sicko" to know that America's health care system leaves something to be desired. But half my battle is getting my busy rump to the doctor's office in the first place, simply so I can go on to complain about the expensive, shabby service later on.

And then, by the time I DO make an appointment, I am forced to spend too much on the copay or the deductible; spend too much for the prescription (if the doctor deigns to give me something); spend too much time taking antibiotics (with that lovely yeast infection side affect); and eventually spend way too much of my life in the whole sick/avoiding-what-needs-to-be-done/finally-taking-care-of-it process.

And sometimes, when one of my many monkeys wakes at 3 a.m. with an earache-- well, what's a mom to do? I hate the do-I/don't-I go to the emergency room dance.

Found EarthClinic.com today, offering a slew of tried and true remedies for various ailments RIGHT THERE in my very own kitchen.

So next time, while I am avoiding the doctor, I can try to help myself. Which, hopefully, will save me time and money in the end.

Nasal Irrigation with an Apple Cider Vinegar Chaser

This morning as I applied water to my sandpaper-like mouth, I finally succumbed to partaking of an old homeopathic remedy for a sinus infection. Why I waited I don't know... I mean, other than it is really kind of gross and not something anyone should allow others to view.

On the upside, if you desire breathing again, it works.

SINUS IRRIGATION:
Dissolve approximately 1/2 tsp. salt in 1/2 c. of lukewarm water. The salt to water ratio only matters if you don't want to endure PAIN during the process. too much salt, and you will experience discomfort. Too little, and it will be worse. Same goes with water temperature-- make sure the temperature is as close to your body temperature as possible.

Using a clean baby nose syringe, tilt your head back, and squirt the saline solution into one nostril. Snort it through, and spit it out.

Usually this step make me sputter and cough when the solution hits my throat. Hence the prettiness. It's amazing what you find has made it's way up your nose. Ick.

I decided to Google Sinus Infection, because while this amazing little homeopathic remedy does not cure the infection, per se, it does make breathing entirely possible.

In my result, I read huge support for the consumption of apple cider vinegar as an actual cure to the infection, along with other useful tidbits (Grapefruit Seed Extract, anyone?).

I'm trying all of it. Well, maybe not snorting the cayenne pepper.

Icky.

"I feel icky.
Oh so icky.
I feel icky
and yucky
and
gaaayyy!!!"

I could sooo be a songwriter. Unfortunately I'm too busy trying to see past the searing pain of my sinuses to care. Four days of this. It's gotta end at some point. Right?

I mean... right?

uy.

Guitar Hero III

Addiction is a small word that speaks volumes. I am struggling to live the dreams of my youth as I rock out with PIC to my favorite songs.

But having played, and realizing my middle and ring fingers are FAR too close together, methinks that maybe my true calling was the base. Seriously.

All I know is, my game character looks sweet in her tight jeans with "ELECTRIC" tattooed across her flat abs.

I sit in my sweats and grungy t-shirt ("Team Building Exercise '99!"), hair crumpled up in a make-shift ponytail... Eyes drooping, glands swollen, sinuses stuffed, throat scratchy and at times, dizziness overtaking me-- I proceed to somehow jam through AFI's "Miss Murder". I do my best to compete at the EASY level on BASE, missing half the notes and forging on simply because... in my mind: I AM that sexy guitar hero.

I coulda been a contenduh.