December 28, 2010

Not Exactly What I Meant

We've had a long night. I woke up to Jocelyn making a liquid burping sound and then throwing up on me. I'm not upset about it. Jocelyn and I got in the shower while Tymon started a load of wash. And I thought of my little boy who won't be sick again and how much I'd love to be having an experience like this with him. Tymon was thinking about how things were in the 1800s before electricity, indoor plumbing (can you imagine needing to start a fire to heat the water for the clean up?), washing machines, and large homes with extra sleeping spaces. This situation would've woken up the entire household. Well, we're pretty lucky to be living in this time and with all of our amenities.

I won't lie. Half an hour later I wasn't as thankful when she hurled again. Nor an hour later. Or an hour after that. Now she sleeps and when she wakes I'll give her some pedialyte.

Last Tuesday, Elliott threw up. In response to the clean up effort, my stomach lurched and I hurled, too. I got a nice dose of sympathy from my Facebook friends.

A bit later that afternoon, Graeden stood in our family room and threw up on the carpet . It was totally disgusting and we had a little chat about running to the toilet. At least Elliott had done it on the hardwood floor. At the toilet, the clean up is easy. All you have to do is flush. 

This morning, Graeden woke me up on the couch telling me that he'd thrown up last night and it needed cleaning up. Ugh. Jocelyn still isn't awake and her barf was all I could handle. So I snuggled him and asked some pertinent questions. Is it on the carpet? No. Fabulous. Go clean it up. I can't. Why not? It's on the picture. Huh? It's in the bathroom? No. Where is it? "I could feel myself throwing up when I was upstairs on the bean bag, so I got to the railing and did it on the floor." I can't bring myself to clean it up yet. I knew a photo would be fabulous. Here you see a pile on top of the picture, a pile on the wainscoting railing, and a nice splatter on the floor. Yes, Graeden, this is better than cleaning up the carpet. But it's not exactly what I meant. Here's to another great Tuesday. 


December 27, 2010

Bum City

Jett was our official photographer for Christmas. And we now have plenty of bum shots. Ah, to be 4 again. If I had pulled this same stunt no one would be laughing.

We had both Tymon's and my side of the family over....30 of us. The weird thing was how quiet the house was. I mean not totally quiet by any means...just not wild like it usually is with so many people. And unlike Thanksgiving, by the time I got to eat there was still quite a bit of food left. The greatest was that I actually got to eat as much Caprese salad as I wanted...last time I got the last bit and Tymon missed out entirely.


I thought I knew what all of my Christmas presents were...so opening them wasn't really that exciting. Until I found Tymon gave me an Eclipse calender. Ha ha ha. That was cool. And sweet little Elliott (5 years old) only wanted an elf costume and 200 hugs and kisses for his gifts. This boy warms my heart. Until he wails and wails and wails about his brother whacking him. Then not so much. But he's mostly all love.

December 7, 2010

Serious FOD

Have you ever been to a Boeing plant and seen where they make their jets? I live near one and took a tour a few years ago. I was a bit surprised with a couple things after going inside the massive building in Everett (the largest building in the world by volume). First was it's size. It is huge. Like really and truly. But it didn't seem so big driving by on the freeway. The second surprise was seeing FOD signs all over the place. I'd never heard of FOD, which our guide explained means: foreign object debris. Some FOD happens when making a plane and some comes after the plane is in use. Boeing goes to great lengths to minimize or eliminate FOD and FOD damage while making planes. Wikipedia states that FOD damage costs the worldwide aviation industry $13 billion every year (that's billion with a B). So, it's very serious.

 

Another serious issue is the special sauce on McDonald's Big Mac. No matter where you go in the world you can get the same sauce on your Big Mac. It's a wonderful thing. No other burger compesl me to eat it like this one. And it meets my expectations with every bite.

Except not last night. While eating my Big Mac I happened upon FOD. Disgusting! In my burger! It gagged me. Literally. I spit out my entire bite and couldn't eat the rest of my burger lest I hurl. I looked at the offender and found it to be about the size of a plastic toothpick but no pointy end. Nope, that was pinched off and the end was a red/brown color. Like as in this was meat packing plant FOD. Seriously find the barf bag because I'm going to need it. Even writing about it has started the gag reflex again.

There's no way I can throw up the half burger I already ate. That's no longer in my stomach. But my mind has such control over me that I still want to gag every time I think about it. The crazy thing is that my mind is drawn to thinking about it...like an annoying song that won't leave my head.  I gagged when telling Tymon about it when I got home.  Why is it that my mind can be so disgusted as to produce a physical reaction to a thought?  What an amazing brain we have. I gotta go make dinner now. Not that I want to eat. I'm feeling sick just from this post.

December 3, 2010

Winning

I like to be a winner. And not just the time when my mom told me I was a winner for trying out for the jazz choir my senior year of high school. I think she wanted me to feel good about my audition. And it would have been cool if I'd made it into this bestest of all choirs in the school...especially since ALL of my siblings were in it. But it was not meant to be. And I'm over it. I think.

Actually, I find that I win things frequently. Not all the time. And definitely never something as big as a car or a bicycle for that matter. But enough little stuff to keep my hopes high. What I don't like though is when I win something on a blog giveaway and I never actually receive the prize. I'm pretty sure I've won about 6 or 7 giveaways in the last 6 months...never to hear from half of them ever again.

But there is hope. Not everyone is a loser. Or a neglected winner/loser like me sometimes :o). I won the following three giveaways this past month and I want to publicly thank these blogs/sponsors for excellent follow through and actually sending the prizes. Hurray for them. You should check out their sites.

1. Blu Moon Design for the $10 gift certificate. I used it toward this cute pink messenger bag pictured. 
2. Hollilocks for these fabulous clips for Jocelyn's hair (shhh...don't tell her that she'll also find these under the tree). They are very affordable and well-made.
3. And last but not least the Casual Blogger Community for a $10 Target gift card.
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