What is wrong with NOT wanting a flu shot?

During the mass sickness in the school district, it found it's way into our home via the sitter's home. Kelsey, as usual, got it the worst. I called the oh so helpful and lovely local dr's office one Friday to be told to go to urgent care. We did't b/c all I wanted was a strep culture. I know how long those take and I would have done it myself if I had the stuff. SO,
the next Friday I called and asked if we could be seen THAT Friday, now b/c Kelsey had been running a fever for 5 days straight. Amazingly they were available in minutes. I just can't figure out how an empty parking lot means a full office...

In the office visit they asked if we had the flu shots this year. I said nicely "No, and we never do. I know they are most effective for last year's flu strain. We are so health, we never have gotten the flu. We are good without them."

I got the the disgusted face from the staff. I hate that face. We are not  bad parents b/c we don't give our kids every shot known to man. In fact, I am uncomfortable being the first generation to get any new shots. I want my shots tried and tested for generations.  Especially when they are shots for things that are not deadly. My sister in law is on a modified immunity shot schedule and her dr. thinks she is an idiot.

We don't have health issues, we are not chronically sick, we don't have compromised immunities. I can tell you the last time I was really really stay home from school as a teacher sick was my first year of teaching.  I lost my voice for a week- but was not down in bed dizzy sick. I think I am managing and would like some non disgusted responses when I decline the flu shots.

Am I crazy? Is common courtesy too much to ask for? Not that I will change, but should we get every shot out there just in case?

I smell a conspiricy.

I have a wonderful vac that I have not used in a year. The belts don't exist anymore. And so I have been suffering with our shop vac.

I finally found a place on 17th and Van Buren to sell them. AT. A. STEAL. $.39 each. Wow. but really the shipping and the small order fee is keeping from pressing the "complete my order" button.

What do I do?

A long jump back into reality

While journaling my every moment in Hawaii has been fun for me, it is taking way to long to just do that, so it will be added to the round of posts as I think of new things that I remember.

So today I am hear to COMPLAIN about the weather. AND my water,... and yea, the weather and my water.

So seriously, -20? Glad that I was "just" sitting in 25 degree weather in Scottsdale and Queen Creek watching Scott rope. Cause, -20, I just don't know what I would have done. Esp, when we came home and found that the water pump in our well house has burst and then froze. And now- again- we don't have water. We will have to haul water for some unknown amount of time, figure out where and how to bath (thank you mom) and pay to do laundry. Yea, and Scott is at work all day. Because they can't live without him it seems and called him 4 times to come home to work even though he was not on the OT list.

I get to go out and break water- what is left of it- for the animals. Yea for me. This morning it was -7. *sigh* I want to move to Hawaii in a hut on the beach. I don't care if we are poor, just don't want to be cold. Hell would not be hot for me. It would be -20 with icy winds.

The back side of Hana

I would have stayed longer at the black rock beach.  As we drove into the state park, it seemed like Araknsas. I remember drivbig to a swimming hole as a kid there and seeing this type of folage and "look". Scott got a humougous shave ice from a family trying to make a living. THe family was hanging out and just waiting for customers. We climed up to the rocks, and looked at the blow hole, took pictures off the side and hiked to the beach. Familys were in teh water with a stronge current. I kept getting nervous at the young girls that were pulled out and out time after time. What if? I wondered. The beach was steep and sloped so it wasn't a play beach. THe surface was made of millions of tiny black rocks the size of marbles or smaller. Cool.
We explored a lava tube that came out in the sea and hiked back up to through the camp grounds. We looked at a cemetary and some other exploring and left. I could have stayed all day.

THen we were at another stop for lunch.

Come "fly" with me

We drove all day. I love riding and seeing the sights anywhere if the driver is good. He was good. I hoped he loved driving as much as I loved riding. Here are some pictures of my favorite spot. It had camping grounds, Shave Ice, good parking, black rock beaches, a blow hole, a tunnel and a local grave site. Some locals were camping her for fun and I wondered how they felt about all the tourists. Love, Laugh or Hate?

The one-laned bridges and construction spots along the Hauna Hwy.

After the falls we went to . The drive was so beautiful with so much green. The people had carved a life from the side of the mountain and into the jungle. Around some turns, we saw progress in action. I still can't understand how they tamed the jungle enough to live. The small huts I get. But when these huge pieces of equipment digging trees and vines. I wondered where the waste material even went. The car we took was hogging up the road, so I can't imagine how they maneuvered the big equipment. WOW. Often, we would have to stop and let another driver pass because the bridge or road was too narrow for both.

They sell t-shirts that say "I survived the drive to Hana". There are over 600 almost hair-pin turns and 50 something one-laned bridges. However, the fun for me was the drive there. We spent from  about10 am to about 5 or 6 just driving and stopping and looking and hiking. I was in heaven.

A Hike On my Bird-day

As any silly goose would know, my strong hubs likes the motto "why walk when you can ride" and thus believing so, we have never had a hike. But we did this day.

We hiked to the first set of falls. And up the slippery slope to the first swimming hole. It was far down and green and full of people and I had my contacts on so I held back like I always do and finally decided that it was not fr us. Now that we are not there, I would have taken more time there. Even it it was just to look. I am a looker and a watcher- a deliberator and a thinker. If any situation needs quick action and cat like reflexes don't call  me. Ever. I will talk you to death, trying to think of the best way of getting the situation solved. I know it grinds Scott. Especially when we are loading and sorting cows. I like to think things through. And so I missed my opportunity to stay and be at the first set of falls.