Sperm Sensitive

It’s that time of the year and we are surrounded. We are covered. We all inhale it. It is on everything, everywhere. It doesn’t matter where you go or what you do because you can’t avoid it; sperm.

It is in your hair, on your skin, in your bed, in your carpet, on your dishes, on your car. It covers your couch and your counters. Your air filters are totally yellow, just like the sidewalks, streets and your driveway. Plant sperm fills the air we breathe.

Some of us are especially sensitive to plant sperm. It makes us itch and cough and our eyes water and burn. During this time of the year the “Sperm Sensitive Souls” shuffle around in a fog. Confused and tired and itchy, we try our best to have normal lives.

I am one of those “Sperm Sensitive Souls.” The coughing and itching are enough to drive me crazy. This year I have officially added asthma to my list of sperm sensitive symptoms. I have my trusty inhaler and will probably start looking for a sperm sensitivity specialist (allergist).

I will do a little research and add some histamine reducing foods and helpers to this blog. For now, I will itch and cough. I will use my inhaler as I curse those uninhibited male plants.

Back To Books

I have been able to start reading for pleasure again.

Ok, so what exactly does that mean? When I was a kid I lived in books. I loved reading. Every book was not just a new adventure, but a whole life. I could be new people and have different thoughts. Every book was an escape into a new reality.

When I became a mom it all changed. My whole world was consumed by the needs of my daughters. I read to them and for them and with them. Books were a part of their reality as it had been a part of mine. Unfortunately, it was a small part of their reality. As every parent knows, there is so much more to spend time on with parenting.

Even though I made time to read to and with my daughters, it wasn't the same. I could not escape into the book. There was no time to merge with characters and live in other realities. For many years I missed my books.

Then came college... I got to read again. Most of it was academic and that wasn't so bad. I was still in books. There was no escape into another reality, but at least I was bonding with words again.

Time passed; college was done and my kids got older. I didn't read.

Recently, I have started to find that passion again. I remember the joy of those realities and characters. I am reading again!

Welcome To The Ego

I'm Nancy and I have a big ego.

I just turned 40 and thought that a blog would be a great way for people to get to know me.