I am in a MOOD.
I was in a very chipper mood this morning, even though it was snowing and gusty and freezing. Part of this chipper-ness had to do with the fact that my husband is now at home and I am not the sole responsible adult around here, and part of the chipper-ness had to do with the fact that I can now breathe through my nose without sounding like I am a cocaine addict. Which is a win, as far as I can tell. But oh! That chipper mood has evaporated like a bucketful of tears left out on a hot, dry day. Not that I remember what hot, dry days feel like since it’s snowing and my dog rolled in the snow and is now soggy and filling the house with wet-dog odour.
My sour mood could have something to do with the fact that I just spent the last ninety minutes photocopying, cutting, and sorting papers for various school events and fundraisers. NINETY MINUTES. I started to lose the will to live after the first half hour. Sorting 1200 little pieces of paper into classrooms is really, really dull. At least I got to use the large-armed paper cutter, which spiced things up a little. For this I have a Master’s degree.
I am pleased my cold is nearly gone, and if I had to guess, I would say that yesterday’s Vitamin C overdose may have helped. I get sick so rarely that when I do I get hurt feelings about it; like my immune system has let me down. How could you do this to me, immunity? I give you everything you ask for. Some of this emotion may have to do with the minor high I get from cold medication. Some of that stuff, I wonder if it should be legal. Or perhaps I shouldn’t take it and then drink six cups of coffee, I don’t know. In any case, I actually slept (passed out?) yesterday morning. I walked the dog, came home, and climbed into bed. This is so unusual I seem to have to make a note of it.
I realized that the amount of supplements I now consume is bordering on the insane. It started off normally, with a daily multivitamin, and now it’s just crazy. So yesterday, with this cold, I realized that I had taken a LOT of additional vitamins, and I was eating those lozenges that are fortified with Vitamin C, so I thought I should actually read the package, lest I somehow overdose myself. The package informed me that I should limit my lozenge intake to no more than thirty a day. Thirty! Two things: a) if I am consuming thirty lozenges a day, I have larger issues than Vitamin C overdoses, and b) how much Vitamin C could possibly be in one of those lozenges if the daily maximum is thirty? I felt a little bit disappointed in the lozenge manufacturers; like how those sugar-ific “fruit” snacks say “contains real fruit!”, but the reality is that the fruit content is the equivalent of a grain of sand on a vast beach.
As a rule, I never answer the door during the day, or in the evening if I’m home alone. I have a fear of being murdered. I realize that might sound extreme, but something like that did actually happen not long ago. A woman answered her door one evening, and a crazed man killed her! In front of her children! This is something I would like to avoid. And so I never answer the door, unless I know for certain it isn’t some mur-diddly-urdler. There is no downside to this, really, because mostly the only people that ring my doorbell are door-to-door salespeople, politicians, and occasionally my neighbour, looking for Beeps. So I’m really not missing much. However, yesterday I had to answer the door TWICE, which, along with my drippy cocaine-addict noise, was putting me in a bad mood. First, the water-meter-reader rang my doorbell to complain that the city had not installed the kind of water-meter that can be easily read via, I don’t know, satellite, from the back alley. The water-meter-reader, apparently, has to come INTO MY YARD to read my water-meter, which is completely inconvenient for him and ruins his day. What I am supposed to do about this state of affairs, I am unsure. I guess that my ownership of a bloodthirsty squirrel-bird-possibly-Beeps-killer of a dog is noted in my file and hence my wrong kind of water-meter is a danger to society, or at least to the water-meter-reader. Keep in mind that while listening to this man, I had the boys home for lunch, the dog was frantically barking at the appearance of an unknown person at the door, and I was high on Advil Cold and Sinus. And I had just woken up from my morning nap. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BUDDY. Do I need to call someone? Stop with the long explanation already. I do not understand your water-meter language.
Because of my excessive vitamin supplement consumption, I order all my vitamins online. It’s way cheaper that way, and generally the box arrives the very next day. This leads me to the second reason I had to answer the door: I could see the Canada Post man standing there. I very reasonably thought he was unlikely to be a murderer – and he wasn’t, I’m still here to tell this tale, never fear – but you never know. We are all, I think, familiar with the term going postal. But in any case, the Canada Post man was very nice and I opened my giant box of online-ordered supplements. Inside was a piece of paper informing me that my gigantic order qualified me for a free gift. The free gift consisted of the following items:
– a cheap plastic water bottle
– a lidded cup that is apparently intended for vigourous on-the-go mixing of various bodybuilding protein shakes
– an orange-scented car air freshener in the shape of Popeye
– a “performance pill” box, also emblazoned with an image of Popeye
– a Popeye-themed lanyard
– a Popeye key chain
– a sample of a high-dose protein shake
– something called anabolic energy muscular endurance muscle fiber activation workout fuel (two servings! Blue raspberry flavour!)
– a sample of something that promises to get me “beyond ripped” and is a subcutaneous fat-incinerator
– an enormous t-shirt with a maple leaf on it
What a generous free gift! What to do with this? I feel completely deflated, environmentally. Also I am puzzled; my order was Women’s Multivitamins, Vitamin D, and Women 50+ Calcium supplements. My order does not match this free gift. However, if any of you want to start a new bodybuilding regimen, let me know. I have some things for you.
If this is the sort of post cold medicines get us from you, I’m sorry, but I hope you get sick more often.
I know, I’m a terrible friend.
That you got Popeye stuff when you’re definitely more on the Olive Oil end of the spectrum gave me a good gut laugh. (I love Olive Oil, in case that comes across as an insult.) I don’t even know why they would send that. I bet your boys are tickled though. You know what goes well in pill containers? Tiny lego pieces!
Two things.
1. Hahahahahahahahahahaha
2. Eryn likes it when her friends are sick. She practically clapped her hands at my mangled knee!!
Oh I meant three things
3. Now *I* can’t open my door!
I’m sorry to laugh at your pain. I really am. But I’m going to anyway because funny!
I would have sneezed on that stupid water-meter-reader. DUDE. Just walk around the house. Barkley is not actually bloodthirsty. You’ll be alright.
I must admit that I too laughed at your misery – that does not sound like fun. But, I am looking forward to your new “beyond ripped” physique!!
Kerrie
http://familyfoodtravel.blogspot.ca
My friend takes a bazillion supplements…give or take a couple thousand…and we always joke with him that “Sure you might not get cancer, but all these supplements won’t prevent you from getting run over by a bus”…we’re assholes.
And see…this is why I’m leary about PAC…I don’t have time to copy and sort crap.
I do not understand your water-meter language. — HAHAHAHA!
Why are you ordering Women 50+ Calcium supplements — YOU ARE NOT 50!?! Should I be doing this, too? Also I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you are not the usual demographic who orders from this online vitamin store. And by this I mean: you aren’t a ‘roid head. This is a very good thing.
Maybe they were hoping you would pass your free gift on to your husband.
The shake cup with the lid – doubles nicley as a salad dressing mixer upper.
Also – I feel like this all has potential for a couple of Halloween Costumes.
Water meter dude craps his pants when Nakita is in the back yard! Maybe he knows they are friends!