Pick a Season, Already!

I have this problem with seasonal allergies. Well, I should say, I HAVE seasonal allergies, and I don't like them--hence, the problem.

Generally weather in Colorado is only predictable in that it's not. There's never been a meteorologist who got it right--they predict snow, we get 80 degrees. They predict heat wave, we get rain, followed by snow, followed by gloomy but no precip.

At any rate, it makes it rather difficult to determine on any given day if my head is going to feel like a lead weight or not. When you combine an unpredictable weather pattern with seasonal change, well, I've been feeling like I'm packed full of snot and my eyelids are made of sandpaper lately.

Poor Peyt has picked up my allergies, too--I'm hoping Chuck escapes them. We don't medicate for this, I'm kind of anti-overmedication and most allergy drugs leave you feeling shitty and then also tired. It seems largely ineffective. Oh, don't get me wrong, if Peyt were seriously blah and not feeling good at all, I'd medicate her. But she's not, she's just snotty and itchy and pissy. Like me.

Life in our household is going to be so much fun when all three of us girls get to menstruate all at the same time. I blame Eric--he's got the girl sperm. Everyone start praying for early menopause to hit me, or else in about 10 years, he's going to start to hate life in a serious and very real way. We might have to build a bomb shelter just so he has somewhere to go every month to avoid being killed by words and crusty looks alone.

At any rate, I am ready for there to be just one season. Like, the snow can stop now. But not if it means we have to endure 90 degree heat...in which case, let's keep the snow. Just pick something!

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So, we had a busy weekend, but welcomed a new person into our lives! My friend Jillian had a baby on Saturday morning at 3:something AM. His name is River Anderson, and he's just a tiny little guy--hardly bigger than Chuck was! Six pounds and almost one ounce, 19.5 inches tall. Welcome to the world, River, and Happy Birthday!

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I've had something on my mind here for a few days since I read a comment in my comments section from a post or two ago. I'm going to post it here, even though it's rather whiny and self-indulgent. You can tough it out and read this if you want, or you can consider this blog post over with and move on with your merry life. I'm about nothing if I'm not pro-internet choice. ;)

This is my blog. As it is my place to post whatever *I* want to post, people should expect to read this and occasionally (or frequently.) disagree with me. That's fine, I'm glad we're a world full of independent people who think independently. I'm glad we can all have our little blogs, wherein we are all Queens of our respective Castles.

I'm also glad to discuss things with people and entertain lively debates on my own time and when I am in a positive mindset to do so. There's a reason I did debate in college...I like to argue. But only when I'm in the mood and when I'm not feeling attacked. I don't enjoy being blindsided with debate, and when I'm pissy, you can expect I'll fire back in an unpleasant way. I know these things about myself, so maybe it's time that I introduce you to them as well.

I love that people post comments for me and about me, but is it too much to ask that people don't just wholesale start debates with me in my own blog? Also, could we maybe not just offer unrequested advice there, also? Is it too much to ask that this place be the one area that's all about adoring me and that only generates a constant love-fest for my abundant awesomeness and gigantic boobs? (The boobs thing was just to see if you're still paying attention. You can skip singing praises to my magnificent rack.)

And if that is too much to ask, can we at least not try to pass our opinions off as ultimate fact? Maybe allow for the concept that as much as you're entitled to disagree with me, I'm entitled to disagree with you and think that you're the most horribly misguided person in the universe? ;)

I'm phrasing this all as questions, because perhaps I am wrong and it's unreasonable to expect things to go how I want them to go in my blog. And if that's the case, then I apologize and heartily suggest everyone carry on with nary a glitch in the matrix. And it's also possible that I should just refrain from ever posting anything the slightest bit controversial and/or whiny and suggestive of a need for people to shower me with advice that I don't want and didn't ask for.

Or maybe it could just be that people could skip the comments and go bitch about me and what I've said in their blogs, where I have no right to post anything other than blanket adoration for another person's awesomeosity. Hey, turnabout's fair play, ain't it?