Random thoughts...by Meaghan Campbell

Why, when you have a cold, and you are trying to fall asleep does your nose drip but seemingly stops when you are asleep?

Why do antibiotics leave a funny taste in my mouth - literally?

I went through my CD collection today. Discoverd some oldies but some goodies. Most exciting of all, a CD I bought in Colombia in 1999! Happy Days!

The leaves have turned colours...and somehow I missed when that happened. Sadness.

Random photos from the past few months.

How I love my Neti Pot!

Allergies? Check. Head cold? Check.

If you have these problems GET THE NETI POT. Will change your life.

Here is me enjoying mine...

Ode to an Office Cat

Office cat
Office cat
Oh my gawd
You are such a brat.

Office cat, Office cat
Does whatever an office cat can
Sticks his nose in my coffee cup
Then looks at me and says whas’ up?

Look out! Here comes the Office cat.
Is he fat? Listen bud-
When he jumps on the floor, he lands with a thud.

Can he squeeze into a tiny space?
Take a look behind my laptop beside the mace,
Hey there! There goes the office cat.

In the chill of the a.m., right after the night,
At the smell of coffee,
Like a streak of light,
He arrives just in time! (so it doesn’t rhyme)

Office cat, office cat
Friendly office, office cat,
Promotions and pay he’s ignored
Sleeping on my desk is his reward.

To him
Life is a big nap fest
Where ever there is a warm spot he is a pest,
And you will see Office Cat!

Self Improvement Continues...

Now that I have my skin under control (yay dermatologist man!) I have decided to attack the nails. Or rather, to stop attacking the nails. For those who know me well - they know I have a twenty + year history of chewing, ripping off, peeling the skin of my poor nails. I do it when Im bored, when Im tired, when Im stressed, when Im emotional....whenever! It must stop.

So dermatologist man gave me a prescription (ear drops...but apparently they work) and said find something else to do instead of attacking your nails. Rigggggggghhhhhhhhhhhht.

I considered twirling my hair - but realized that I would look very stupid in any professional context. Considered chewing on the inside of my mouth, then realized this could lead to mouth infections. Considered taking my 3 year old nieces lead and pinching the skin on the back of my hand - but she is 3 so maybe not. Also considered chewing gum....but that is just rude! So I have decided to take a deep breath and stop everytime I feel the urge to start.

Day one is gone and it was hard. But I did it. They say it takes 30 days of doing something before it becomes a habit...so only 29 days to go.

Now Im going to put piglet here...just 'cause he is cute. Not because he has anything to do with nails..:)

This is not pretty. Nope, its pretty darn ugly as a matter of fact...but you HAVE been warned.

So I FINALLY...after 4 years of searching, begging doctors and estheticians for answers...know what those weird bumps on my face are. Previous diagnosis have included acne (nope) and rosacea (nope). Turns out it is enlarged oil glands on my face. The nice doctor took a magic wand and zapped me and promised that within a few weeks, when the scabs went away ;), I would have smooth skin.

So for fun and for, of course, Karen's amusement we took pictures! Now, the picture doesnt do it justice, much more glaringly obvious in person, but what can you do. Note that the squinty eyes and shiny skin are due to working out. Sexy I know.

I will post pictures of future, hopefully flawless skin, later...

Late Summer Slump

Its August and my motivation to do work is....well, nill. So Im blogging. Though I am sorely lacking in inspiration as to what to put here as well. Sometimes I just wish my computer would explode...



The good news is that Rob and I are off to the Niagara on the Lake wine growing district this weekend. So I can make a sincere attempt at being an alcoholic.

I am 31!

I am 31 and Im not afraid to admit it. Thats right, I have been on this earth for 11 315 days. 11 585 if you include 'in utero' time.

And now that I have passed the thirty year mark, my body is falling apart. Sigh. The knees hurt, the ankles hurt, the wrists hurt, the back hurts and lets not even start with the headaches! And to add to the misery, I have to dye my hair because if I dont, I will have the oh so sexy 'salt and pepper' look.

Its not fair. Just when I get my brain in order, the body rebels. And so...I whine......

Luckily they created a website for people like me: www.gettingolderstinks.com