Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Forgive me...I'm wearing green today!

So, I have been fighting this crazy allergy/cold thing. The eyes are a beautiful shade of bloodshot red these days. The nose is sporting a red tip, with a matching red mustache underneath and my voice has lowered itself an octave. You would have to be a family member to understand, but I feel like I have the "Nanny cough" going on whenever I try to speak. Kleenex is my new best friend, and to top it off my face just hurts. Fun times!

Desperate enough to visit my friend the doctor. I think I would have been up for a shot of something if he had offered, which if you truly knew me, you would know that, that says a lot. (I hate shots or needles of any kind.) He didn't offer but I did come home with a pile of prescriptions that shot me with relief the last time the allergies flared up. He said in a few days I should start feeling better....HELLO!!! Do I really have to wait a few days?

Anyway, I said all of that to let family and friends know that hopefully I am on the mend. Thanks for the kind thoughts and prayers. Your "walking allergy time bomb" appreciates the love...

Now, I know you are wondering about the title to my post and what exactly I meant. I could have been, but believe it or not I was not referring to anything green that might be coming out of the nose or throat area at this time. (Sorry, not trying to be gross!) Actually I was referring to the fact that, while I have the red nose, eyes, everything and feel totally cruddy, I was in the Walmart line, paying for my pile of prescriptions when I saw this:

Is Christie Brinkley really 55 years old? She is like over 15 years older than me!!! And she looks like that?!!! Don't even try to tell me about the airbrush think, 'cause I'm thinking if you take the airbrush stuff away she is still looking great for 55! Yep! I had to ask for forgiveness in my heart as I left the Walmart parking lot. The green envy monster had visited me for a moment. I had to send him packing real fast too, 'cause feeling like I was already feeling... I might have had to make a u-turn and go back to the doc for something for depression. I wasn't feeling the love at that moment...

Then I read the other headline on the magazine. Do you see it? The one that says "How to make peace with your flaws." I'm laughing. Very funny. I have to hand it to the magazine people. They know how to grab a person whose heart hit the floor in self pity after looking at our friend Christie. I can hear them now..."Let's put in a self help page to help all those sad people who feel yucky about themselves because they are sick and just saw a picture of the GORGEOUS model on the cover. Then add another story on how to make your skin look younger and how to have your best body at any age and some sad chick is going to fall for it all and buy the magazine."

Hello. My name is SAD CHICK.

Yep. Weak moment. I paid $2.49 so I can look at Christie Brinkley's picture and boost my self esteem daily. Did I tell you I was sick? Clearly not thinking straight. As for the "flaws" article...I will have to get back to you on that one. Maybe one of these days I'll read it for a good laugh.

I guess in the meantime I will try to hold on to Proverbs 31:30.

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;

but a woman who fears the Lord, is to be praised."

Enough said.


Jim said...

I thought sure I'd miss a "retake" on St. Patrick's Day or something akin to it. Now I'm having a problem imagining red eyes with green, which keeps coming up the color of mud! Perhaps that has been descriptive of your malady? Anywho, I hope the few days is a miscalculation and the meds take affect soon.

Heading down south tomorrow with the rascals for a couple. We've had a good time.

Give 'um hugs fer us!
Love you,

Christi @ Writing the Waves said...

Hey, if that magazine tells you how to pull off looking like her, let me know how, cause I want to give it a shot...oh, probably involves going on a diet...never mind! ;D

Anonymous said...

Dear Mich,

I would be green, too, but I would allow myself to be consoled with the airbrush idea and leave it at that.

This reminds me of the way magazines will show deserts and have the article listed on the cover about a great diet plan.

Cheer up, I am sure you look much better than you think you do, women tend to be too hard on themselves.


Anonymous said...

Oh, I meant desserts…double s because we always want second helpings.

Hope :)

Pilar said...

hahahaha. I try not to look at those magazines or I get all depressed. Of course Photoshop can do wonders even for me :), and plastic surgery, and personal trainers.... too much work to look that good :)

Sharon Sloan said...

I know I will sound like a mother here, but I am so glad you went to the doc! Feel well! Go away allergies! Ooohhh...if I lived close by I'd bring you the Extra-Large, Extra-Sofe Kleenex....a pure delight when dealing with a "red nose" and green stuff.

Christy is beautiful indeed, but I am sure there was some air-brushing going on, which is really not a "real" way we can deal with our flaws! :) Thankfully, He is the Potter and we are they clay...

~*Michelle*~ said...

Ahhhhhhhhh, you know I know that green monster! ;)

The world is filled with thoughts of not being pretty enough, young enough, skinny enough, rich enough....but in His Word, we are made in God's image and I cannot think of a more perfect "role model" to aspire to be.

So get this.....YOU are beautiful inside and out. even with a rosy raw nose.

and p.s. not sure if you know about this remedy, but coming from a long time allergy sufferer complete with the red nose package, the tickly annoying cough that makes my husband ask me to sleep on the couch.....and sneezing fits that make me consider Depends (cut me some slack, I've had four kids and slacked on my Kegels)......try local honey. One tablespoon a day......forever. LOL.....just keep introducing the pollen back into your system and I promise you will see your allergies lesson. It won't happen overnight, but slow and steady wins the race.

be well, my friend~

Gretchen said...

I feel the same way about old Christie. But you know what? I look at the events in her life, and the events in my own, and call myself blessed. Even as I look at my sun-damaged, heavier than i want to be body, I see a daughter of the King. But thanks for the reminder, b/c I'm usually not this clear-headed. :)