Showing posts with label my favorite things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my favorite things. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

the quest for perfect toilet paper

I'm a brand whore. It's something I'm trying to change, as I realize there is absolutely no difference in French's mustard and H.E.B.'s version. But some things I just cannot scrimp on, and toilet paper is one of them. The main reason is because I have allergies. And cheap toilet paper makes my nose hurt. Or it falls apart while I'm blowing. And that blows (ha!).

My mom has always bought the fancy toilet paper (Chrons Disease will make a woman do that). Triple rolls with aloe and fragrance and everything else you can put into a roll of toilet paper. But that crap is expensive, and I can't stand toilet paper that is too soft and leaves behind lint. At the same time, I can't stand toilet paper that is too rough either. Basically, I'm the Goldilocks of toilet paper. And finally, after many, many years I've found something that's *just right*.

Charmin Basic is my new favorite toilet paper. In fact, I think it's the closest thing to perfect that toilet paper can be. For starters, it's $5.99 for a twelve pack of BIG rolls. But not so big that they don't fit on the toilet paper roller. Second, it's a strong single-ply. I hate 2-ply because the paper often comes apart creating chaos (yes, chaos.) Next, it's soft without being linty. Last, it's scent free. Often times scented paper only makes me sneeze more in the midst of an allergy attack. Basically, Charmin Basic is basic. Simple. And perfect.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

follow up

Chris never found the roach. I feel like I've heard it several times since, crawling up the walls, shaking doors and scurrying under the bed. I know it's here. Plotting.

Last night I couldn't sleep. I told Chris I was worried it was planning to crawl into my ear while I was sleeping. He said roaches don't crawl into people's ears and I relayed the story of my 3rd grade friend who missed a day of school because he spent the night in the ER while they dug a roach out of his ear (no doubt a contributing factor to my ever growing roach issues). We argued for several minutes before he fell wistfully asleep and I stayed awake listening for the sound of scurrying. To date, the roach is still M.I.A. I did however find an answer to our argument on one of my favorite sites. I used to spend hours on Straight Dope when I first discovered the internet, so I was happy to be reunited again with one of my most pressing questions (although, I never really had any doubt).
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A STRAIGHT DOPE CLASSIC FROM CECIL'S STOREHOUSE OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE

Why do we have wax in our ears? Do roaches ever crawl in there?

September 19, 1997

Dear Cecil:

When I was about 12, my health teacher told our class that roaches sometimes crawl into sleeping people's ear canals and get stuck. This causes pain and hearing problems. Within a week of being told this, I suffered pain and hearing problems in one ear. I freaked out, went to the doctor, and fully expected him to pull a roach out of my ear. Instead, he took out a lot of earwax. This marked the beginning of my ongoing battle against earwax. I've been wondering ever since: What is earwax for? Why do I produce way too much of it? And was my health teacher right about roaches?


Afraid so, Bob. But let's not jump into that right away. Earwax--called cerumen by doctors because they don't want people to realize they're talking about earwax--is a normal secretion of special glands in the outer ear. The wax coats the outer part of the ear canal, trapping germs and debris and preventing them from reaching the eardrum. If you didn't have any your ears would, at a minimum, itch like hell. In other words, earwax is good! You should be organizing Earwax Appreciation Week!Cecil replies:

Still, all things in moderation. In most people earwax is produced in modest amounts and migrates out of the ear naturally. But a few people such as yourself are, let's face it, freaks. You may be tempted to remove excess earwax with a Q-tip or the like. Don't; you'll pack it in tighter. Better you should try an over-the-counter preparation such as Debrox or ordinary mineral oil. You put in a dropperful and pack your ear with cotton; the earwax softens and comes out.

If that doesn't work you need to see a doctor. We found this description of a doctor's Cerumen Management Kit: a suction pump with a one-eighth horsepower motor and 1,500-cubic-centimeter collection bottle; an otoscope, a lighted ear-examining device; stainless steel ear forceps with "alligator type three-inch serrated jaws," so the earwax knows who's boss; a stethoscope--who knows why, maybe they just figure if you're a doctor you need a stethoscope; an "emesis basin," I guess to catch the drippings; and a headlight with rechargeable nicad battery pack. I mean, you gotta be ready for anything.

Some doctors say, forget all the apparatus, just squirt in some warm water. But we'll leave those decisions to the pros.

Now, about roaches crawling into ears. You may think this is some kind of deranged myth. Uh-uh. Happens all the time. In fact, a controversy has raged since 1980 over the best way to get the little bastards out. The conventional remedy: drown the critter with mineral oil. "One cannot use the commercially available roach sprays," one MD sagely notes, "because of technical difficulty and for possible medicolegal reasons"--i.e., the patient might sue. But mineral oil isn't ideal either, because the insect takes a while to go through its death throes in the patient's ear.

One proposed alternative is 2-percent lidocaine anesthetic. The value of this was seemingly demonstrated when a patient showed up at a hospital with cockroaches in both ears. (Unanswered question: what was this guy doing?) Recognizing a golden opportunity for a controlled clinical trial, the attending physicians put mineral oil in one ear. "The cockroach succumbed after a valiant but futile struggle, but its removal required much dexterity on the part of the house officer," they wrote. In the other ear the doctors put lidocaine. "The roach exited the canal at a convulsive rate of speed" and was promptly stomped by an intern.

But lidocaine has drawbacks too. Another doctor who tried it reported that (1) the roach died in situ and was hell to get out, and (2) the roach had punctured the eardrum, so the lidocaine penetrated the inner ear and the patient had the whirlies for the next five hours. Also, subsequent tests have shown that lidocaine works much more slowly than your top-quality mineral oil.

Promising alternative: suction. Of course, one must take care not to inadvertently seal the ear canal with the suction tip, thereby risking "tympanic membrane barotrauma" and, for all I know, possibly sucking out the patient's brains.

What else? How about fly larvae in the ear? Happens. Also earwigs, with those scary pincers. You know the story. Earwig gets into a guy's ear, chews through his brain, causes horrible agony. Finally it stops. The doctors say, good news: the earwig came out the other side! Bad news: it was female and laid eggs. You've also heard that this is BS, that earwigs don't really crawl into ears. Not so; two known cases. The part about eating out your brains may still be a myth, but who knows?


Sunday, May 31, 2009

cleaning out the anxiety

 Nothing (not even good drugs) helps cure anxiety like a clean house.  Sundays used to be our cleaning day before Izzy.  Once Izzy came, we only cleaned when we had to (ie: people were coming over).  It occurred to me that might be one of my many problems.  My space was a mess, therefore was a mess.  So today we washed cars, picked up the yard, washed tons of clothes and cleaned house.  And already my mind is feeling so much better...

In addition, I'd like to add one of my favorite things.  While working outside today I realized (yet again) how terrible the mosquitos are right now.  Swarms is probably a good description, even if it over-stretches the truth just a little.  They are so bad that no matter how much you cover yourself in Cancer-enriched Deet, they are going to find the one spot you missed and bite you all over there.  And when that happens (and it will), I have found the very best stuff to stop the itch and swelling.  Seriously, the very best.  And it's available for cheap at your nearest drugstore:

Sunday, May 10, 2009

on Mother's Day

It is not at all unusual to hear me talking about how motherhood sucks.  I don't think it sucks for me any worse than any other mother, but motherhood hit me at a time when Mom's were constantly parading their happiness and perfect little kids about, and like most other choices I've made, I took the road less travelled (the one where Mom's were being honest about things like painful breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, a loss of identity, television addiction and Postpartum Depression).

But today, because I slept late, woke up to the smell of bacon and a beautiful daughter yelling "happy mother's day!", I'd like to write about the other sides of motherhood.  I must admit, I'm honestly at a loss for words when it comes to the joy.  Not because I don't experience it, but because I'm obviously more articulate with bitching than appreciation.  But I'm going to give it a go anyhow.

First, I need to take a second to thank God (and Chris' sperm) for giving me a girl.  I have no idea what I would have done with a boy.  The honor of raising a strong, thoughtful and responsible young woman is not at all lost on me.  I look forward to everything that has to offer (the joys AND the frustrations).  But for now, she's just our little Izzy.  Our little Izzy who loves ants and spiders and doodle bugs.  Who loves going bye-bye, eating M&M's for dinner (when Dad isn't around, of course) and having a grown man named Eric as a best friend.  Our Iz, who loves singing, dancing and playing with PuppetShow (her name for a Sonic the Hedgehog stuffed animal).  God graced me with the most beautiful, funny and feisty kid possible, because He obviously knew this motherhood thing was going to be tougher than I imagined.  

Motherhood is pure joy.  Don't get me wrong, it's also pure frustration, pure insanity and pure heartbreak.  But first and foremost, it's joy.  It's a joy that is not easily explained by a cynical amateur writer, because it is so overwhelming and heartfilling.

I used to laugh at my own Mom because she was a "crier".  Sad movies, news reports, articles of heartbreak would send my Mom down the river of tears.  I'd constantly tell her to "toughen up, that's the way the world is."  But since giving birth, I am now a "crier" as well.  Grey's Anatomy kills me every f'n week.  I recently realized why that is.  Motherhood opens you up.  It opens your heart in a way that is unexplainable to others.  You cannot be a good mother and keep your guard.  You have to feel.  You have to be empathetic and sympathetic.  It's essential to motherhood.  And it's hard to turn that off at the end of the day, so you end up crying at reports of other hurt children, dying parents, loves lost or whatever else Shonda Rhimes might throw at you for the week.  And while crying absolutely drives me nuts, I'm starting to accept that it's a side-effect of good mothering.  It represents an open heart.

I recently read an article on why mother's deserve a day.  And it's true, we deserve breakfast in bed, clean houses, cards and flowers.  But the truth is, if you are practicing conscious mothering, the payoff is there every single day.  The joy of watching your child see their first doodle bug, discover how "very, very pretty" night is, or feeling things in a way you've never felt them before.  Motherhood has the power to transform you into a better woman.  Stronger, smarter and more capable of love than anything else in this world.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Keeping on...

I've wanted to start posting a few of my favorite things online and since this is my most favorite thing right now, I thought I'd start with it.  It's been a hot topic between me and the girls for quite some time and now that I've used it for the second month I am loving it more and more.

It's called The Keeper.  It's a feminine hygiene cup that is better for both you and the environment.  I won't get into the details because I know there are guys reading this that are holding their heads in their hands saying "whyyy?  whyyy?"  But for the life of me I don't know why it isn't more popular.  Once you get the hang of it, it's genius!

So please ladies, check it out.  If you decide to try it, feel free to send me any questions.  It's different and there are definitely some tips and tricks involved.  I was lucky to have a small support group that helped me get started and answer whatever questions I had.  For those of you living in Austin, it's available at Ecowise for the same price you'd pay if you had to order it online with shipping.