December 1, 2009
· Filed under I heart dinner, My boys, The Gross Chronicles
Stu recently dissed my blog due to its inactivity. I took great offense, regardless of the fact that he was right. So I wondered if, maybe, you would like to see a list of things that I almost have written about, but never did.
I was going to put a blog in the gross chronicles of Blake’s carpet burn. He likes to slide down the stairs on his belly. You would think the pain of the strawberry would discourage him, but it really doesn’t. I wasn’t in town when this one happened, but Pamela and Stu both reported that this one was bad enough that he finally decided to give up belly sliding altogether. He even grunted for a second like it hurt. Here ya go:
I was going to put some pictures up in the I heart dinner category, because I have been a part of some amazing dinners recently. One of the times Mom was in the hospital, the church offered to provide us with meals. Let me just tell you, the Baptists are not just serving chicken spaghetti anymore (not that I have anything against chicken spaghetti). Delivered to our door were meals such as Sesame Chicken, Spaghetti with homemade meatballs, Beef Stew, Greek Lemon Chicken, Salad with apples, walnuts, and Brie, and some amazing chicken with leeks and mushrooms in a cream sauce. One of our deacons called toward the end of the 2 weeks of meals and asked if we needed more. I told him our crises seemed to be calming down and I didn’t want to take advantage. I felt like I already had. This was when he said something I’ll never forget: “Don’t underestimate how much it blesses someone when they get to bless someone else.” Wow. I heart my church.
I was going to tell you about our Thanksgiving Fondue. We had fondue instead of turkey. It was a blast. We all gathered around the island in the kitchen and ate for hours (it takes hours when you have to cook each bite individually 
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I have also been meaning to tell you what’s happening with Mom. Her and Dad were not able to make it here for Thanksgiving. She is back in the hospital in Texas, and things are much the same as they have been for months. It was so weird for Chris, Daina, and me to be together with our families and no Mom and Dad. We have never all been together without them. We really enjoyed our time, since we get so little as a family, but it was bittersweet.
Oh! I was going to write about my framed fabric project. My husband built big awesome frames for me out of chair rail and I put some fabric in them and used them to decorate our guest room. He rocks. Wish I had a picture for you.
Now, you are kinda sorta caught up. Except for the things I forgot.
November 3, 2009
· Filed under My boys, The Gross Chronicles
Another injury by Stuart Hill. I guess this is what I get for leaving the house. Somehow, while playing/dancing with Blake, Stu cut his arm on the sliding glass door handle (?). This confused me too, but sometimes I just like to leave things alone and this was one of those times. I knew when I saw it that it should probably be closed up, but he refused. And since I know most of the ER staff by name now, it didn’t take much to talk me out of going. When Mom’s physical therapist came by the next day, she offered to close it up for her with Steri-strips (bless her) after asking him several times if he was sure he didn’t want to “sew that shut”. So keeping with my theme of grossing you out, here are some pictures. Since this is becoming somewhat of a tradition, I even created a category for this gore. You are welcome. Enjoy:
Isn’t he cute?
Nice anonymous physical therapist:
Just thank your lucky stars I didn’t take pictures of the hole where Mom’s chest tube was. *shudder*
November 8, 2008
· Filed under My boys, The Gross Chronicles
Up until now, the kitchen project has only called for sweat and tears. Now it has demanded blood. The countertops are the big project we still have had looming over our heads. We chose ironstone, which I wrote about earlier, and they are giant pavers, but I will be calling them tiles. Just because I like to. Anyways, there was a super-bad wet saw/tile debacle (of which I will not elaborate) and Stuart walked in and told me, “I broke a tile”, I knew he had also blown a fuse because he headed down to the breaker. I also knew he was very angry, because these things are not cheap. Then he comes upstairs and says, oh and I did this. That’s when he showed me what the inside of his fingers looks like.
So now I’m sitting in the ER with him (yay for thinking to bring the laptop!!) and they are “exploring the wound” as we speak. Ew. It’s on the inside of his pointer and middle fingers right where it bends, so they are looking to see if there is any tendon damage.
And, the entertainment has been the couple on the other side of the curtain. This couple came in and the guy has an ice pack on his thumb. We finally found out he stapled his thumb. I begged Staple Guy to let me take a picture so you guys can really feel like you’re here. It is definitely time to stop reading if you are easily queased. But I know how you guys like my gross pictures. Don’t act like you don’t. Obviously, I am fascinated with injuries, even though I will pass out immediately if I see someone in severe pain. No joke. Okok, here’s Staple Guy’s finger:
I didn’t take any before pictures of Stu’s injury (you’re welcome). I did however take a pic once he was stitched up. Enjoy.
We had fun with Staple Guy (ok, his name is Dave) and his wife, and it was a nice diversion so that we didn’t concentrate too much on the fact that the guy treating us was taking his lunch break right outside our room. And in case you’re curious, they just yanked that staple out of his hand with his own pliers (yes, he brought his own). whoa. He left with a freaking bandaid on his hand.
Here are the hospital buddies:
Stu is now making a bold political statement, and Dave is an Aggie.
Now, could someone from HGTV PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come finish our kitchen?? I’m begging. I’m on my knees. I need a kitchen sink. Please. Sniff.
Sniff.
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September 22, 2008
· Filed under My boys, The Gross Chronicles
I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Do you like how I keep showing pictures?? I made him include the other middle finger for the sake of perspective. The good news is, it seems like it’s leaking out the top of the nail (ewewewew) so we didn’t have to drill a hole in it, the pressure is relieving itself. Whew. And despite my better judgement, he worked on the kitchen project anyways today. He’s not someone to let a silly ol’ gnarly finger stand in his way. Good for him.
September 20, 2008
· Filed under My boys, The Gross Chronicles
Stu busted his finger up last night (he was catching a softball-they won), and all I can say is ew:
I know this isn’t some sort of major injury, but I have learned one thing for sure: My backup career option as a nurse is definitely OUT. He was up all night because of the pain (despite my fantastic rx cabinet, leftover drugs from delivery). Around 2am I went in to check on him. He began describing the throbbing pain and without even seeing it, I began to feel myself swoon. Luckily, I made it to the bitchen in time (the bathroom kitchen-see the remodeling blogs), but it still took a good deal of time to get any color back in my face. I am useless in an emergency. I fear this could affect my Mother of the Year and Wife of the Century titles. I talked to my doctor friends and it seems that the best solution for the pressure is still the old fashioned one- poke a hole in the fingernail and drain it. UGH!!! What are we, cavemen??? Hopefully it won’t come to that, but I won’t be able to tell you about it if it does. Because I will be somewhere far away. ewewewewewew. And this, my friends, is why he should’ve spent his Friday night with me. This wouldn’t happen over a candlelight lobster dinner, would it? I rest my case.
