Great Sore Throat Treatment

Recommended by my daughter's pediatrician:

Equal parts: Maalox, Liquid Benedryl, Liquid Tylenol

I purchased all three in cherry flavor.

Put in small cup in the ratio of 1:1:1. (1 tsp each or 1 tbls each depending on the size of the patient.)

Swish, gargle and swallow.

Also helps with sore mouth.

Angular Chelitis

Y'all, for the past few months, I've had a bleeding crack in the corner of my mouth. It would scab over during the night and break open when I'd eat or talk. I don't know if it is indeed angular chelitis or something else. I do know that when looking for a treatment, most websites link back to a site that charges you for a "cure".

Surprisingly I did find something to help and am listing it here for free. I've tried numerous antibiotic ointments, creams, and balms, chapstick and carmex, none worked as well as this:

Wash the area thoroughly with soap and water. Liberally apply "BAG BALM" and rub it into the crack. I bought a can for about $9 at Walgreens. Whenever the area seemed to be drying out, I would put on more.

Within two days, it's healed shut. It has some flaky skin and the area is reddened but no more bleeding. I'm hoping that in another couple of days it will be completely gone. I'll update later but so far so good.

25 years ago.....

I saw a movie that I immediately loved. The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eight Dimension.

Gosh, even the quotes from that movie are outstanding:

Sealed with a curse,as sharp as a knife. DOOMED IS YOUR SOUL AND DAMNED IS YOUR LIIIIFE!

where are we going? planet 10 when are we going? real soon.

Ohhh ... the deuce you say.

History is-a made at-a night! And character is what you are in the dark.

Laugh while you can, Monkey-Boy.

I recently bought the DVD and introduced ~k~ to Buckaroo. And Perfect Tommy. And Emilio Lizardo.

I thought that she was ready and able to appreciate it. I knew she would love John Bigboote. She's hooked and I'm thrilled.

25 years ago, I became a registered Blue Blaze Irregular. I think that somewhere I might still have my pin, saved from Katrina. I still use my BBI name as an online ID. At the same time, I was an official double agent and had a "John" name. Years later when ~K~ was born, it was one of the nicknames I used for her.

This movie was my first real step into fandom. I mean sure, I loved Star Wars and sat in line for hours to see the 2nd and 3rd installments and collected posters (I mean "one sheets") and other paraphernalia.... I watched Star Trek regularly. Buck Rogers, Battlestar Gallactica (Lt. Starbuck.... my oh my I loved him.) And man, I saw Logan's Run so many times I could quote it as much as I could quote the RHPS.

But it was Buckaroo that brought out the inner geek, made me take the extra steps into fandom. And I'm tickled pink that ~K~ gets it. And we can share these moments.

And for a little while, in her eyes, her mom is cool.

uh huh, really

Created by The Oatmeal

But, what if it is?

I hear ~K~ stirring upstairs and know that she's awake. She comes downstairs pokes her head into the living room and then goes straight into the bathroom (quite unusual for her). I hear something that sounds like the buzz of her toothbrush. What? Brushing teeth without being reminded umpteen times? This can't be right. What's going on here? Is the world coming to an end?

Me: What were you doing?

~K~: Brushing my teeth.

Me: (incredulously) WHAT?

~K~: Don't worry, it's not a sign of the Apocalypse.

FYI

If you are toothless, chewing (or should I say "gumming") gum and speaking English in such a way that you do not pronounce consonants, AND you are trying to converse with me, please do not expect my reply to be anything more than a smile and nod because I have no earthly idea what you are saying.

Do you know it took me 3 minutes to figure out that you were talking about eating SHRIMP? S H R I M P. NOT swimps. There is no "W" in Shrimp.

Everyone loves a smart ass

Yesterday I was at my local Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pets, Sassy and Sophie, and was in the checkout line when woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant?

So since I'm waiting in line with nothing better to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story).

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore.