Hurst Family News

Right about now... Funk Soul Brotha Check it out now, Funk Soul Brotha: I'm hoping that hot pockets and microwave Cheese Wheels (macNcheese wheels) counts for a meal because that's what we had for lunch.  Don't judge.  It was a major decision between that and something someone else cooked (aka fast food) that costs a lot more. Currently I am writing from a fairly swirly allergy med haze. Wish I could truly enjoy it.  But I have to be psudo responsible until further notice.  Or when Sean gets home.  Whichever comes first.  "Sponsibility" sure is a buzz kill though. It's a good thing days like today don't come around too often or I'd be 600 lbs with BBQ sauce dripping from my chin.  And one of my sons would be named Gilbert .  And they'd have to burn the house when I die. (Spoiler. Sorry. I wasn't myself.) Boychild the first is walking home. It's cold outside with a lovely, icy north wind a blowin'.  Knocked over our t...

Last time I wrote a bit about all the loveliness of Summer .   Does anyone else suffer from allergies?  It kind of puts a damper on everything else.  I have good days and bad days.  The last couple have been doozies and I am either cotton headed from the allergies or doped up on various allergy medications.  (Various because one works better but makes me pretty loopy the other seems to have a delayed loopy reaction) I've tried everything.  The only thing I remember (but remember loopy? it makes memory difficult too) is that Chlor Trimeton works.... but I can't find it.  Apparently it's not as popular.  I feel like I spend a fortune in allergy meds because I waste time and money on ones that just make me drowsy (read: make me fall asleep 30 minutes after taking them).  Really I'm just complaining because I have nothing else to blog about in my cotton-headed-state.  Sean commented the other day that he associates me and summer wit...

About trying to sleep and allergies.  My allergies have been on full attack lately and it drives me batty.  Happens every year since I was a kid.  Some are worse than others. I've tried every medication under the sun for it.  Some work just fine- others knock me out- and others don't work at all.   I remember distinctly in 6th grade coming in from recess and getting a wet paper towel to put on my eyes.  It must have been after lunch recess because we always had reading time after lunch (and I think some of the kids slept).  This was also when we'd make glue balls--but I digress.  The teacher questioned why I was getting a wet paper towel and NOT reading.  So I told him it was for my eyes.  Allergies.  He understood.  Most people growing up in the Valley  could empathize.  For some it's the Walnuts, for others the cotton, and others the pollen from any number of blossoming things.  For me it's all of that.  A...