My P.E.O. chapter had our 3rd annual Oktoberfest shindig yesterday. Not a great turnout, but we took in a good amount of cash, and those of us who were there had a good time together. Like one sis said,
"You party for the ones who are there".
Works for me!
In fact, we were having such a nice time, I didn't get any pictures like I intended to. However, I did get lucky enough to win one of the door prizes. A Pampered Chef pitcher! So here's a picture of my pitcher
In all honesty, I'm feeling a little guilty that I won it. See, one sis, "Lil", had to leave early because she's a labor and delivery nurse, and she had to go labor and deliver. So I took the seat she had just vacated to eat my brat and saurekraut.
When the door prize was announced, my ticket was not a winner, but I noticed the one that Lil had left behind was the winner and I raised my hand in victory. So now I have a guilt pitcher.
In other wins, my balance troubles (are you as sick of hearing about it as I'm sick of having it?) are improving. I saw a vestibular rehabilitation therapist this week who, literally, is getting me on the straight and narrow. We're pretty sure it's sinus pressure from my allergies messing with one of my ears.
So now I'm taking Sudafed. Did you know that, although Sudafed doesn't require a prescription, you have to get it from a pharmacist so they can take down your personal information, and you can promise that you won't use it to cook meth? I can just see all the meth cooks out there...
"Well, since I promised that pharmacist, guess I won't do it now..."
In the meantime, the therapist gave me some stabilizing exercises as well as some ways of coping with the waves I'm riding. They're working. Yay.
So a good start to fall! Death to &%#*<+ Ragweed!