Happy Valentine's Day, Your Kid is Sick

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Not “sick” like “frog inna blender”, but merely unwell. Physically unwell. Spewingly unwell. And it wasn’t actually Valentine’s Day. Well, it lapped over onto Valentine’s Day, but it started on Friday. And it wasn’t your kid, it was mine. At least it was the Little Woman’s kid. I want nothing to do with him anymore. At least not until summer, them he can mow the grass. Only the little shrimp can’t because he’s too small. Why did I have kids again? Oh yeah, tax break.

Friday Soupo didn’t have school. But he had a dentist appointment, so that was almost as good. Only it was just to get his last molar sealed (thanks dental insurance!) so it didn’t even hurt none. When it was all over he strolls out with an armload of dentist prizes. He’s been seeing the same dentist, and more importantly the same hygienist, since he started with the whole teeth thing. He and Rick are great pals. So Rick always loads him up with loot no matter what he does to the teeth. The only thing better than going to the dentist is going to Grandma’s. And that’s just because Rick never took him to Bob Evan’s for lunch.

After the dentist, we came home for a good, nutritious lunch of Pigs Inna Blankets and blackberry milkshakes. All was well. Except Soupo seemed a little tired. He had a big week at school so I figured he was just tired tired. Actually that’s what I hoped. I knew things weren’t going my way when he decided to take a nap after lunch. Nothing good can ever come from Soupo taking a nap after lunch. And nothing did.

When he woke up he was chunderish. Not something you look for in progeny. Actually, given the chance you’d ask “May I have a child puke-free please?”. That’s why they don’t let you ask and they just issue you a kid Hobson’s style. (As in “Hobson’s Choice” where you can have any horse you want as long as you want the next horse nearest the door. Go look it up if you want. I’d recommend The Word Detective.) For the rest of the day Friday I was saddled with a puny kid and a not puny kid. This is what’s called a “bad system”. Two not puny kids and they can go bust each other up, you know- entertain themselves, or two puny kids and they’re stuck in their own rooms (or more likely on the couch watching videos), but when you mix and match the puniness you’re just asking for trouble. You don’t even have to ask, the trouble just shows up.

The good news is that Soupo was feeling better for dinner. He ate a bunch of french fries. But before he got to his cheeseburger he had a relapse. So he was on the couch watching videos til bedtime. Katcha, on the other hand was perfectly healthy. So he was on the couch watching videos too.

Saturday, Valentine’s Day proper, dawned bright and early (but not as early as if it were in, say, June) and the children were both totally healthy. And they played together peacefully and got each other breakfast so the Little Woman and I could “sleep in” and then they swept the house and washed the dogs and flew to Mars on the new space mission. Ha ha ha! Sometimes I say funny things. Soupo was mostly healthy and Katcha was, as yet, untouched by the most recent illness to be brought into my home. The Little Woman though was “coming down with something”.

As things turned out, The Most Romantic of Days was spent resting. And everyone recovered nicely. And lucky me! Soupo has today off school too! (He was off Friday! When is he supposed to learn stuff?) Even luckier me! Tomorrow the Post Office is open so I can send off my taxes so the Government can pay me a little extra for having sired Taxpayers of the Future!
-Rue.

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I didn’t think you’d be able to post today, what with it being a guvimint holiday and all. Our kids are pretty healthy, although The Girl has had a mild cold and she seems to have given it to me. We have a joint birthday party for them this morning up at that play place in Forestfair mall, so hopefully that will go well and we’ll have no chundering from the audience. I’ll keep youse posted.

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I should also point out that if you’re kids get bored today you can just go to the website referenced in this thread and let it run for a few hours.

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Happy Fake Birthday (UnBirthday? Birthday of Convenience?) to your kids. Even if the germ factory infected you. Rotten kids. I don’t know if the tax break is worth it sometimes. Shoulda just got puppies…

Oh, and the roller coaster comes highly recomended. The bumped cars are good too.

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“Bumped cars” are not good unless you own a body shop. “Bumper cars” are good though.

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Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I’ve got “the sick.”
I’m gonna barf on you.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
Actually, Valentine’s Day didn’t turn out half bad. I had to be in a “retreat” from 9:00 AM til 2 PM but from there it got better. See, I got a call late Friday afternoon from someone I know and always thought I would kinda like to get to “know” a little better. Anyway, he invited me over to his place for dinner on Saturday so I went. I brought a bottle of wine and a box of candy cause I’m a good guest and it was Valentine’s Day and all. He gave me a card and a box of candy. Dinner was good. We got to “know” each other a little better. :cool:
-swampbear (actually we got to “know” each other better twice)

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Well of course you got to know each other twice Swampy. There were two of you. You got to know him and he got to know you. It seemed like a very friendly dinner. Plus candy for dessert.

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Um. I think my kitten has a cold. Or he’s just really sleepy.

That counts, right?

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I think the kitten has to barf on you or give you his cold. Then it counts. Or maybe later he can just give you fleas. Now it would be better if it was a female kitten. And you named her Mary. Then if she had albino fleas you could say that “AnimistDragon had a little cat, her fleas were white as snow. And everywhere that AD went the fleas were sure to go.” You’ve just got to plan these things out a little better.

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Aw heck Rue, kwitcher bitchin’. At least is wasn’t you who was sick on the big V-Day. Sadly, not the case the me. I picked up a nasty cold round about Thursday afternoon and spent much of Valentines Day mourning the nice reservations welbywife and I didn’t use, blowing my nose, and sleeping.

Point of order: How much snot can the human body make without going into shock? I believe I was close to the limit by Saturday. I breifly debated getting an empty Smuckers Jar and seeing how long it would take to fill it up, but welbywife pointed out that this was the kind of behavior divorce courts took seriously, so I didn’t try.

Well maybe it’s not a point of order, but it is a heck of a good question.

At least the wife let me eat the candy I bought her.

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My, this MMMP is a little more…biological…than usual. Jars of snot. Yech.

Can’t we talk about something that doesn’t stain, like President’s Day or something? cue obligatory tired joke about dresses and interns

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Well, at least we weren’t alone. :slight_smile: We spent Friday night helping DangerGirl rid herself of everything in her stomach, and most of Saturday recovering. Our Valentine’s Day activities consisted of watching Monk and sharing a couple of chocolates. Yesterday all was pretty well, today both kids are sick. Well, DGirl has no energy at all and DBaby threw up twice before 9am. It’s gonna be a beautiful day…

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dangermom why did you stare at a Monk all day? Wouldn’t that make him a little self-conscious? Also, wasn’t it kinda boring? I mean just watching him chant and scribe and go to church. Monks don’t lead very exciting lives.

Rue that’s exactly how it happened. I got to “know” him and a while later he got to “know” me. And dinner was nice. We had steak.

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Obligatory “We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers!”

With that out of the way, I spent Valentine’s Day healthy and alone.

According to one of my former boyfriends, I seem to be able to produce snot in the approximate equvalent of my body weight when I really hit my stride sobbing before, during and after a fight. Albeit unflattering, I must concur. A Smuckers jar would be no match for the secretions of a damsel in distress.
Being healthy, I went to Lowe’s twice on Saturday, and once to Home Depot. I then returned to Lowe’s on Sunday. Why all this attention to home improvement stores, you may well ask? I’m painting my kitchen, (or rather, having it painted, I am a consumer after all) and a necessary step in that process is to choose a paint color. A paint color you can live with. A paint color that doesn’t clash with the color of the living room. A paint color that won’t make a small room claustrophobic. A paint color that isn’t white.

So I was buying little testers of paint to try on the walls. I’d paint a swatch, wait for it to dry, and see it turn orange. I tried to get away from orange, I scrutinized paint chips, took them outside to see them in natural light, I compared them to paint chips I knew were orange. Then I’d go home, paint a swatch and, you guessed it, watch it turn orange. So I went to Home Depot (not because I thought there might me something intrinsically different about their paint, but because I was embarrassed to go to Lowe’s again) and went in a radical new direction–a soft cranberry. No orange there. Just glowing, intense, pulsating magenta. For a room with floor to ceiling windows, maybe, for a small kitchen with a dark corner–no.

I gave up. On Sunday I went back to Lowe’s and bought a tester of green–mint green, but not a pastel. This is capitulation for me. See, I love green, but it’s a safe color. A quiet, likeable color, but lacking a certain boldness and, dare I say, pizazz. My kitchen, in mint (but not pastel) green with moonlight white cabinets will be lovely, but the only passion in the room will be found in my cooking. Although, when you’re cooking for one, this is not so much a problem.

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Ya know Kalley, Lowe’s has the Spongebob Squarepants line of paints. Some really nice colors on that wall o’ paint chips. I’ve been banned from the wall o’ Spongebob colors. (Because some people just don’t want to experiment with the livingroom for some reason.) You could also try the Rugrats line.

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Thanks, Rue, but I’ll stick with what I’ve got (it’s called Sweet Nothings, which is appropriate for a kitchen, especially if I go on a low-carb diet). I have no desire to have either SpongeBob or Rugrats in my kitchen. A naked Batman is a different story.

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I spent my President’s Day holiday on I-95 South. Left my sweetie behind. Now I’m in FL with the kid and the dog. We were together on V-Day, but he and I never do anything to validate the overly commercialized holiday. However, we validated a few other days of the weekend.

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We went to Lowe’s this past weekend also - pricing things like doors and windows and bathtubs and commodes… We need to figure out what it’s going to cost us to build our house so we can get a construction loan. Things would be a lot easier if we hit the lotto or got a surprise gift from a rich relative (doesn’t have to be one of our relatives, either, as long as the rich part is there) or even a surprise gift from a rich stranger (hint, hint)

But we know that ain’t gonna happen, so we’ll go the loan route. And we’re a long way from picking out paint colors, but we did agree that we’ll hire someone to do the sheetrock. Neither of us like mudding and sanding, so that’ll be a case of the best tool for the job being a checkbook. I’m trying to convince FCD that we should hire roofers, too, but he seems to think he can do that himself. He’d have to - I don’t climb on roofs. I don’t like unprotected heights. I’ll keep working on him - we really should leave it to the pros. Plus they have to offer a warranty on their work, right? I need to work that angle.

Wlecome back welby!! It’s been ages! I’ve missed you so! And I’m not going to comment on snot jars. ick.

There - now someone else run with this thread - I didn’t want it to die after my last post.

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If you need to hire someone to help build your house, why not hire Rue? He’ll make it all perdy for you.

I’d post about how thrilling my Valentine’s Day was, but I mostly spent it sitting on my ass in front of the tv, watching awful movies and eating potato chips. I think I scuttled out once to deposit my paycheck, but that’s about it.

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Ohhhhhhh! Picking out toilets and bath tubs. I shoulda been there. After all, we must make sure they go with the overall theme of the bathroom! I am envisioning “Tropical Paradise.” Or perhaps early 1960s gas station restroom. We got plenty of time to make the final decision. Just don’t forget to spend hour upon hour agonizing over door knobs, door hinges, drawer pulls and cabinet knobs. I mean, get the wrong ones and the house is just ab-so-lute-ly ruined! :smiley:

Oh and by all means, badger…errrr… persuade FCD to get the roof done by professionals. They will most likely show up hungover everyday but they do guarantee their work. And they do seem to know how to walk around on roofs without falling off. A big plus to consider there. Besides, does FCD really want to be blamed for all the flat tires that will result from roofing nails scattered all over the place? :eek: Cause that will happen.