All kinds of assorted crap

After the puke fest of Evan, I had my own. ONLY, mine started the night before EASTER and proceeded to persist the whole darn day. Easter was mostly ruined, and it was all my fault. Well, all the stomach virus that engulfed me and made me violently ill all day's fault. I had shopped, I had cleaned, I had cooked, I had baked and for what? To have a shitty, puke filled day of blah. I couldn't even get excited for the Easter egg hunt that I had purchased 60+ eggs for. I couldn't hide the eggs, I barely stumbled on the back steps to watch it, as I sat there hugging my knees to my chest because my stomach felt like it was turning inside out. What the hell. Come monday, back to work and I swear it took me all week before I even felt like eating anything other than noodles and broth. So, that was that. I remember getting sick on Christmas, every Christmas, for years when I was little. Driving home on Christmas Eve from grandma's house, trying to sleep after I wretched my guts out at her house, while everyone was hoping I would get better so I could enjoy the things they bought me, or at least be minimally excited by the festivities. I remember walking downstairs in my house the year my mom got me a new bike, looking at it, and going back upstairs to lay down. I do not think it was a coincidence. I think I got overly excited and made myself sick, not on purpose, but because I didn't know any better. I now know better, and still, evil stomach bug - you come creeping around and there I was again.

A messy day

I am just in a funk this week. Well, really, for a couple of weeks. I keep thinking its the weather, and then it gets nicer out and I still have no energy. Saturday my stepdaughter got a 103 degree fever, and was sick all day sunday as well. I stayed home with her Monday, and by the end of the day she was feeling a little better, and at least, her fever had come down. Monday night I was awoken by my son at 2:30am, who was standing at the end of my bed saying "Mommy? Mommy" when I sat up in bed, I smelled him. There is no doubt when you smell puke that you are smelling puke. I was hoping against hope that is NOT what I was smelling, but alas, after I turned on the light, there was puke, on him, his pj's, etc. Put him into the tub, cleaned him up and put him on the couch with a lot of towels - just in case. Proceeded to clean up the puke filled bed, blankets, etc. Was asked by my husband why I was doing laundry in the middle of the night. Explained the situation. Approx. 10 minutes later was asked again by husband what I was doing and why I wasn't in bed. Again explained situation. Stayed up all night with poor little guy who threw up God only knows how many more times from 2:30 til 7:15 when he finally dozed off. At 5:30 said husband woke up for work and wanted to know why I had not made him coffee since I was up anyway. Aghrrrrr. So, baby falls asleep at 7:15 and had to wake him at 7:45 to take the stepkids to school. Packed with towels, we are on our way. Thought everything was fine until on the way back when I had to pull over the car b/c the poor kid was throwing up again. Finally after I went through all the towels in the linen closet and the ones that I had washed the night before, he fell asleep and when he awoke, thankfully, it was gone. And he wanted chocolate milk. And husband, upon getting home from work and looking at me, asked me two things: why do you look so tired? AND what's for dinner? Pfffft!

Go visit Miss Jay...

At my house, even when it is cold outside, my husband has no problems hanging out his balls for all to see (see post from March 27th). Not all are so freely able to let their junk out.. to help out Miss Jay, please visit www.saintvodkaofthemartini.blogspot.com/2006/04/international-ball-dropping-day.html

When you have a husband like mine...

Justin called me today at work to tell me he was in the newspaper. If you have read this blog at all, you can appreciate that I was nervous as to why he was in the paper. Did he moon someone else? Cut up another couch with a circular saw? Go drinking with his buddies and ??? But no, thankfully it was just that the newspaper apparently took some pictures of him on the job. He was very excited because he has a very demanding, difficult and frequently dangerous job, and was glad he got a little recognition. And, of course, I am proud of him and thought I'd post the pic on here. I should really get my ass in gear and post some pictures of some other jobs he's been on that are really cool. But, you know, I have enough problems finding time to post at all, let alone search through pictures, scan them in, and post them and a story.. sheesh! what a lot of work THAT would be. Plus, this is MY blog for my assorted stories. Maybe he should start up his own blog- {that didn't sound too selfish, did it?}

There's my man!