misadventures of a medical nature

So...I'm recovering...not a process of which I am particularly fond. The good news is that I have every reason to expect a full recovery. The bad news is ...

I can get lost on the way to the kitchen..

E&G's arguments make way too much sense to me right now...

The oven timer has become my new best friend....

and finally...
I am still operating at what i like to call "oo a bird"-level mentality

To be fair, I should probably explain that last one. I can be having a conversation with someone, like any normal person and a bird will fly by and at that moment...I exit the conversation and well...take flight, I guess. But as a wise man recently reminded me...this too shall pass.

Down in your What?!?

So I'm driving a couple of weeks ago and Evan is on his 5th refrain of ...

"I got the joy joy joy joy..."

when I realize what he is actually singing is...

"I got the joy joy joy joy down in my Butt!
Where?
Down in my Butt.
Where?
Down in my Butt to stay!!!"

Naturally, I burst out laughing...which, of course, pre-empted any possible correction I might impose. Looking back, I'm still not sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Never-the-less I remain entertained. Have a great day you guys!!

For Goodness Sake!!! How old am I ?!?

I looked into the mirror this morning...

I had a coffee mustache.

Thought of the Day

So...

It's OK to stop and smell the roses, but when you find yourself categorizing by color, length and age and then setting up a database to cross-reference said categories by a vibrance-rating...

maybe it's time to stop.

Prayers

Please keep Sam in your collective prayers today...it will be a tough day for him for many reasons and he definately could use the help to navigate thru. Thank Guys!!!

What's that horrible smell???

So here I sit on the other side of the "unpleasantness"...at the "wellness center" and not shockingly, I lasted less than 12hours at home before finding the need to post a blog.
Those of you who know and Sam & I (and perhaps a few of you who do not), will appreciate this story...
I came home after a 6 day vaca from the kids and secondary to a bit of sleep deprivation and 2 many other factors to mention, my concentration skills have hit an all time low.
So I went upstairs and noted that I had a coffee stain on our Pink (yes pink...pepto-bismol pink) bedroom carpet...in that moment, I remembered that I bought the new super-powered, twin-turbine-engine-carpet-cleaner...so naturally down to the basement I went to retrieve my newest wonder and then...bk up 2 flights of stairs to apply said product to said stain.
Of course, I could just wait the recommended 4-6 minutes rinse and be done...not me...not presently....so down the stairs (only one flight this time) to get a washcloth to relieve my carpet of its first soap assault in easily a decade...so I'm scrubbin...and scrubbin...and scrubbin, and it's foamin higher and higher. So I think to my self (self?...LOL)...just "leave it alone"....but nope...can't do it....I walk back upstairs maybe 3.5 minutes later and all I can smell now is said product...
*sigh*...out comes the handy dandy steamer-cleaner...by now 2 of 3 of the munchkins are in jumping on and off the bed and Sam is watchin...thinkin I'm just nuts...I turn on the steamer and I'm on all 4s trying to rinse this soap out of the carpet...and then... the smell, no, THE SMELL.
Sam speaks first, "Did u just fart?"

Me, "no...I mean, I hope not!"

and then...the "A-Ha!" moment...

Sam and I in unison, "THE STEAMER!!!!!!!!!!

Sam grabs the collection chamber of the steamer and in doing so douses himself, the quilt (just washed), the pepto-carpet and our fabulous mint green dustruffle in what I can only hope is simply a mixture of rotted yogurt sucked up a few days ago and spent soap. By then...E&G are crying and holding their noses...Sam and I both thinking the same word and struggling not to let it out...

once again...*sigh*

It's good to be home:D