Old Spice and Britney's Special Room
I find myself in a rotten place this morning.
No, not the room in Britney Spear's brain that stores her self-esteem.
A couple days ago I took a client to a park to "pull the sled". Whole-body core strengthening moves can help some people with Autism to focus and concentrate. The problem is often you don't want to put a squat bar on their backs or hand them heavy weights due to the unpredictability of their responses. The sled is perfect, the only part in contact with the individual is the harness. It had just rained and the field was green and wide open, ideal and beautiful.
For those of you not blessed with a New Mexico sky and the cloud banks that come with it... I feel for you... I'll also forget all about you as I get to run out and play underneath them again today... ha ha ha... he he he...
O.K., gloating is over now...
Were was I? Oh, that's right - It had just rained. They were clever and wicked little creatures. They were devious and cunning. The first to introduce herself to me said her name was "Culcie" and that she was working her way through "phlebotomy school giving flying lessons".
The two-foot cylindrical nose and two large, black-spotted wings should have tipped me off that something wasn't right.
Should have...
In short, though that is not really my style, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. From my low sock line up to the level of my cargo shorts (calves and knees) I am nothing but a series of welts, stinger marks and cheese-grated skin.
My wife does a quick search for treatment since she has access to all of the on-line medical literature and presents me with the following unimpressive list of options for treatment: ibuprofen, hydro cortisone, cold pack and, yes, deodorant. I tried each of the options and it turns out that the deodorant idea is the most effective.
Old Spice to the rescue! The idea being that the aluminum salts will break down the proteins that cause the itch.
I'm just happy that I won't have any unsightly armpit sweat on my calves for the next couple of days.
And we all hate those now don't we?
No, not the room in Britney Spear's brain that stores her self-esteem.
A couple days ago I took a client to a park to "pull the sled". Whole-body core strengthening moves can help some people with Autism to focus and concentrate. The problem is often you don't want to put a squat bar on their backs or hand them heavy weights due to the unpredictability of their responses. The sled is perfect, the only part in contact with the individual is the harness. It had just rained and the field was green and wide open, ideal and beautiful.
For those of you not blessed with a New Mexico sky and the cloud banks that come with it... I feel for you... I'll also forget all about you as I get to run out and play underneath them again today... ha ha ha... he he he...
O.K., gloating is over now...
Were was I? Oh, that's right - It had just rained. They were clever and wicked little creatures. They were devious and cunning. The first to introduce herself to me said her name was "Culcie" and that she was working her way through "phlebotomy school giving flying lessons".
The two-foot cylindrical nose and two large, black-spotted wings should have tipped me off that something wasn't right.
Should have...
In short, though that is not really my style, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. From my low sock line up to the level of my cargo shorts (calves and knees) I am nothing but a series of welts, stinger marks and cheese-grated skin.
My wife does a quick search for treatment since she has access to all of the on-line medical literature and presents me with the following unimpressive list of options for treatment: ibuprofen, hydro cortisone, cold pack and, yes, deodorant. I tried each of the options and it turns out that the deodorant idea is the most effective.
Old Spice to the rescue! The idea being that the aluminum salts will break down the proteins that cause the itch.
I'm just happy that I won't have any unsightly armpit sweat on my calves for the next couple of days.
And we all hate those now don't we?
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