Monday, November 10, 2008

Thank God for Imitrex

I got a right lovely migraine headache on Saturday, the first one that I have had in a while. I blame The Girl and all her young and snappy pheromones; not only are they screwing with my cycle but, now they are triggering headaches and I am most displeased. Once we get into the rhythm of cycling together, we should both feel a lot better.

If you are reading this and you happen to have an X chromosome, you are asking yourself, what the hell is she talking about? And, I love you but, I am not about to explain it to you-try Google.

Perhaps it was also her pheromones that caused such discord between The Girl and her brother all weekend. As it was, I spent a vast majority of my time interceding in turf wars, mediating disputes over toys and television rights and breaking up wrestling matches once negotiations inevitably broke down. Sunday evening, I finally helped draft a temporary d├ętente and as of this morning, the siblings are like peas and carrots, once again.

If it wasn’t the pheromones, perhaps it was something in the water and, maybe they could both survive on tomato juice and Gatorade from now on; hmm, it’s worth investigating.

When I wasn’t acting as the Secretary General of the U.N. or writhing in pain from the headache, I was working on the centerpiece that I got suckered into making volunteered to make for my service club’s upcoming Holiday Festival. It turned out a lot better than I had expected and, while it isn’t to my decorating taste, it should sell. Not for much but, it should sell.

The festival is a week from Friday and I have also been roped into offered to make hor’dourves for the evening. I have a tried and true recipe for a cheese spread; it is popular with the men who attend the event and it is relatively easy to make compared to the bacon-wrapped-garlic-dipped-shrimp-on-a-skewer-etc. hor' dourves that some of the more talented and ambitious women make. I am nothing if not lazy (as we have covered times too numerous to mention).

I am not, however, too lazy to finish my Christmas shopping and, I am proud to say that, with the exception of Hugh and the kids, I am done. Done. Done. Done. I still have wrapping to do but, that is one of my favorite parts of the process so, I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m grateful to have a place in my home where I can set up the wrapping table and work on the project at my own pace, without having to store everything away between wrappings and I’m grateful to have two children who-despite their inability to share a remote control-are willing to cooperate on wrapping projects.

On the other hand, Christmas is the season of miracles so, maybe that shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

Now, if The Girl could just keep her pheromones to her damn self, we would be all set.

3 comments:

Finlands finest said...

Yeah the phermones thing used to kick my butt too. I have had many roommates and they all have affected my cycle--even on the pill.

Mercy's Maid said...

Have you seen the new migraine medicine by the makers of Imitrex? I saw an ad for it a couple of days ago and the warnings on it just about scared the pants off of me. "Do you want to get rid of your headache and DIE or do you want to just keep your headache and wish you were dead?"

I'm a Relpax girl, myself. :)

tamara said...

Wrapping is my favorite part of the season as well!!! And my three year old girl isn't emitting hormones or pheremones yet, but she already makes me moody and have a headache for multiple other reasons.