Pride goeth before a cold

I have shared the miracle-working powers of Zicam with you on the blog here and about how it has absolutely stopped my colds dead in their tracks.  Well, not always I guess.  Despite faithfully popping a fast-melt tablet in my mouth when I first started feeling sniffley, I fell headlong into a sore throat, headache and that thick feeling in your chest.  Hmphh.  Serves me right for being so self-righteous about my natural remedies.

Perhaps it’s the antihistamine or too much tv but I have some questions...

First, does anyone but me wonder why snow-boarders and trick-skiers wear the baggiest clothes on the slopes, when most Olympic athletes wear incredibly aerodynamic suits to compete in downhill skiing, speed-skating or luge?  It surely can’t help your performance when your jacket is super long, your pants sag and your crotch is at your knees, can it?  What am I missing?  Dude!  I know… it must be all about the whole vibe that surrounds extreme sports but can’t you imagine the freedom in the air they’d experience if they were wearing, say, what the ice skaters wear?

Are you tired of the same commercials over and over and over as much as I am?  This one is the worst.

Is Downton Abby getting too soap-opera-y for anyone but me?  I sort of enjoyed it at first but not so much anymore.  I may have to see what happens to Bates but I’m counting the weeks until Call the Midwife Season 3.