I got up this morning and went to CowBoy’s and Birdie’s soccer games. There is something about that soccer field that really sets off my asthma.1 I quit taking them to soccer practice because I came home sick every time. Today was CowBoy’s last game and next Saturday is Birdie’s last game.
I do not know if I will make it to church tomorrow.2 This afternoon I asked Moggie to make some Pumpkin muffins to take to church for part of our contribution to the pot luck lunch. I do not know if I will be able to leave them alone. There may not be any left to take to church tomorrow. They smell divine and just looking at them makes my mouth drool. She was taking pictures for her own blog and we were giving her a suggestion and she made a screwed up face at us: take it from eye level.
Personally I like photos of food from eye level instead of from above. Behold! the pumpkin mini-muffin (almost as good as muffin tops).
I love taking pictures of food that we cook. But I always have trouble with the yellow in all our pictures I take inside. I hate it. Everything looks like it needs a new liver (even things that don’t have livers). I took this picture in RAW so I could play with it via PW’s suggestions (perfect timing, PW. Thanks). It’s still not as great as they are in person, but it is better than it was. Maybe that’s because I can smell them too. Whatever happened to Smellovision?
Everything in this house has yellow undertones for two reasons: 1) the nasty fake wood grains all over the kitchen and den that reflect the yellows and 2) the owner of the house was a chain smoker. She died of lung cancer and smoked until the day she died, even hooked up to an oxygen machine. The house was painted over to cover all the yellowing that the smoke had caused. It is a bad paint job (latex on top of oils with no sealers underneath). Every morning when I take a shower, the white cabinets drip yellow from the steam mixed with the smoke stains underneath. The kitchen cabinets near the stove have grimey, yellowing seeping through the paint from any vapor that collects. I am having trouble getting this off. Tobacco tar grime is nasty! This stuff seeping through, I believe, is why I am staying so sick since we’ve been here.
- I have been struggling a lot lately with my asthma. Usually if I keep my allergies in check (read: medicated) then I can keep my asthma under control. In case you do not know a limited amount of oxygen in the system makes it hard to have a decent amount of energy to keep up with the daily needs and requirements to run a family of eight. ↩
- I just deleted 5 paragraphs describing and explaining my asthma troubles, but thought better of it. No one wants to read that. But be prepared if I need blog fodder, I’ll post it anyway. ↩
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Those muffins were good! I’m glad they made it to church.
MK - it was so very hard to allow them to make it to church.
I had asthma all my life, but wasn’t finally diagnosed until two years ago…after my kids were. I feel your pain, and I bet that left over crap is what is making you sick.
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