Cowboys and Indians and Squaws, oh my…

Keith and I attended a Cowboy and Indian-themed birthday party (so not PC) on Saturday to celebrate three birthdays: his 25th, and the birthdays of two of our other good friends, Shauna and Lacy. It was all Lacy’s idea, cause she’s all about the themed parties. We had a blast. I dressed up in my boots and a borrowed cowboy hat. I even bought a holster with some cap guns from Walmart (and rolls of ammo) to complete my look. When we checked out, the lady was like, “Oh, some little boy is going to be so happy.” I laughed, and so she was like, “or you.” That’s right, you scoundrel, the cap gun is for me. Anyhow, Keith was supposed to dress like an Indian, but he failed to get his outfit together. Luckily our friend Kailey had puff-painted an extra vest and had an extra feathered headband just lying around. She’s been quite the Martha Stewart lately. Keith ended up looking more like a boy scout than an Indian, but oh well. At some point, a couple of bandits brought in this overflowing mug of jello shots, which made for a fun time. It’s in an “Employee of the Year” mug from The Office. I don’t watch the show, but I’ve been told I’m missing out. Keith and I will probably rent season one soon and get started.

In other news, I haven’t attempted to use the Neti Pot again yet, but I’m still all clear from round one. Also, I’m on page 500 of Breaking Dawn, the last book in The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. Good stuff, folks. Good stuff.

ALSO, if you know Keith please tell him Happy Birthday! Oct. 24 is his big 2-5! He’s all grown up now.

A gravy boat for your nose

This past week I battled my first sinus/allergy/cold issue of the season. This happens to me every year when the weather starts to get cooler, so I knew it was coming…the scratchy throat, the burning eyes, runny nose, sneezing. Wow, I sound just like a commercial for Claritin D. Anyhow, I hate to take medicine, because anything that dries me out also makes me hateful, cranky, and prone to violence. Keith has actually forbidden me to ever touch Zyrtec again, as the last episode was not pleasant. So I was determined to get over this the all natural way. Following the suggestion of a gazillion coworkers, along with Oprah, I purchased a Neti Pot. This is a watering-can looking container that you fill with a warm saline solution. You then pour it in one nostril, allowing it to drip out of the other. This is supposed to cleanse your sinuses of all the bad stuff. I figured I’d give it a whirl. Afterall, it couldn’t be that bad, right? I decided to try out my Neti Pot on Thursday night, when Keith was out with one of his friends. I came home from work, mixed up the solution in the pot, put my head over the sink and got to work. My first round with the pot wasn’t so bad. It freaked me out to feel it work, and it kind of burned, but other than that, I was ok. But about a half hour later, one side of my nose was completely stopped up. I was pissed. Keith, now home, convinced me to try it again. (I really just think he wanted to see me do it) This time, no matter how I poured the water into one nostril, it wouldn’t come out the other. It started running down the back of my throat, and I sputtered water everywhere. I blew and blew my nose, but to no avail. Angry, I sat down in the bed. Here’s the gross part: as Keith and I were talking about our day and other random stuff, suddenly I felt my nasal cavity open and warm water just poured out of my right nostril onto my shirt and the sheets. And I could breathe. Now, I feel so much better. The Neti Pot may not be the most comfortable thing, but I do recommend it. Here’s a little video of it. The video is absolutely hilarious!