Stuff To Worry About

I wish I knew why I read all the health articles available on line. It's almost obsessive. But, hey - sometimes I learn something important. Take this article, for example - now I know that 3 burgers a week ups kids' asthma risk.

Burgers, huh? I guess we should switch to hotdogs, then?



Oh, and here's something a little mind-blowing:

Nearly 64 percent of teen boys said it's OK for an unmarried female to have a child, up from 50 percent in 2002. More than 70 percent of teen girls agreed, up from 65 percent, though the female increase was not statistically significant.

Tell me - why are they asking teens this question? Are teens the new experts on what it takes to raise a kid? This is just weird. And 70 percent of teen girls think its okay to be a single mom? I knew teen girls tend to be brain dead, but I didn't really want statistical proof.


Ah, finally - a little something to feed my hypochondria habit. Who knew that my tendency toward migraines doubles my chances of suffering a blood-clot induced stroke? Just think - this fun fact dovetails quite nicely with my long-held belief that I am going to die of deep-vein thrombosis. Cool!

I tried to find a good picture for deep-vein thrombosis. I'm sort of sorry I did that.



[Hotdog sign: art.com]
[Juno photo: Wild Sound blog]

Midnight, With Pretzels

Darn it! I fell asleep at 8PM with a headache, so here it is past midnight and I'm not sleepy. But feeling better. Except for some indigestion that I've self-diagnosed, in my best hypochondriacal fashion, as Stage 4 cancer. I stumbled downstairs to gnaw on some pretzels (because everyone knows that is what remedies Stage 4 cancer) and discovered almost half the family draped over the living room furniture, asleep, with the portable fans trained on them.

We do have air conditioning, you know. Go figure.

Susie's birthday on Tuesday was an unparalleled success, with the Queen for a Day being so worn out that she put herself to bed at 7 PM. Or maybe it wasn't fatigue that did it - maybe it was her new-found maturity at age 5 that enabled her to fall asleep on her own, in her own bed, and stay there all night. Definitely a first around here...

Susie received her very own Razor scooter from Grandpa. I try not to let it bother me that a 5-year-old can ride this diabolical vehicle without falling off, a skill which continues to elude me. Maybe I will just get myself a Segue.

Although I think I would fall off of that, also.



[photo credit: in.com]