Monday, December 14, 2009

Weekend Wrap Up, My Gift to You

Today's post was almost done sans pictures because Kristin has commandeered the main computer in the family room for homework reasons. (Ooh, she's so selfish!) But at 9:09 pm, I kicked her off and uploaded some pics just for you. I have my priorities.

All day long that girl has been working on a writing project due tomorrow that calls for two paragraphs on 10 different historical documents/speeches, such as the Preamble and JFK's big speech. To keep her at it, Jorge and I have been allotting her exactly two Skittles all day whenever she completes two paragraphs, kinda like potty training. No other food. Our wisdom astounds us. We should write a parenting book.

I think she's craving some protein, though. I guess Skittles just don't stay with you that long. Maybe I should make some more buckeyes, since the peanut butter has protein. Sounds like a good excuse reason to make another triple batch to me.

I hope you had a great weekend.

Mine was not so great.

I can't even remember Friday, but Saturday we had big plans with our small group to do a walking tour of a replica of an 1836 Prairie Village at Conner Prairie Interactive Historic Park which is about an hour from us. I had been looking forward to this event for about four weeks.

Included in this tour was a chance to see all of the gingerbread houses in a Conner Prairie competition. You all know (esp. from last year) how I LOVE gingerbread competitions. In fact, I recently set my DVR to tape any show that features the word "gingerbread" in the title. Gotta catch 'em all, Pokemon! So this night was going to be ... pure bliss!

So Saturday afternoon, after a surprise 50th birthday party for a friend (Happy Birthday, Kathy!) I headed home to dress in long underwear and big woolen scarves to prepare for the night of nights in frigid weather.

Only as I left the party, the room started to spin.

I drove home and realized I was making myself "car sick" which most people cannot do to themselves, but is a skill that I can boast of. Yay, me.

I never recovered. I took all kinds of antacids and did whatever I could to make the bad go away, but it lingered.

All the way to Conner Prairie.

I staggered through the gingerbread house display, snapping pictures like wild paparazzi because I knew I had to work fast and then throw up and die. Here ya go:

So just as our group was about to begin the holiday tour of Christmas 1836-style, Jorge had to help me to the car, and we drove home with me holding a Walmart bag to my face and my scarf tied around my head and eyes to keep out the lights of oncoming headlights, etc. I sort of looked like a nauseated ninja.

Jorge said he was afraid he would get pulled over because he was apparently kidnapping a blindfolded hyperventilating woman.

We made it home with a little gagging but no actual relief, whereupon I fell into the bed and woke this morning (Sunday, actually, as I type this) perfectly fine.

What are the chances that I would become horribly nauseated just long enough to miss the event I've been looking forward to as "the" Christmas event of 2009?

Oh, about the same chance as getting the first parking spot in the mall lot on a December Saturday, I'd say, but it happened.

This evening we did enjoy a small town Christmas event about 20 minutes away, where Kristin sang in the high school women's advanced choir in a tiny, TINY (so tiny that the word in all caps dwarfs the actual church) church while people roamed the streets outside picking up free warm cookies, peanuts, brownies, soups and cider all along the shops. It was a little like Gilmore Girls' Stars Hollow, only not as quaint, but it was hard to tell that in the dark, so it was all good.

And that's the weekend wrap up, my "gift" to you. How was yours? It has to be a better story than this, no matter what you did, unless you actually threw up or got kidnapped.

Please click on the pic to read the important message.


mommycares said...

Good one on 2nd cup of coffee - it helps a lot!

We clearly share similar parenting experiences and views.
I've been reading one that I'm hooked on -
I have a feeling you'd get a lot out of it.

Incredible job on your blog; keep it up.


Mrs. E said...

You poor thing! Those gingerbread houses are amazing! At least you have pictures??? Not the same I know.

Faith said...

oh my just make me laugh. I was dreading getting ready for work so stalled by visiting blogs! saw yours and how your weekend went and you just took the gloom away from my a.m.! (only reason I dread going to the classroom today is cause it is grey, cold and rainy outside....and plus I don't wanna work i wanna wrap gifts!!)
I hope your daughter got her project done...mine has a huge one to do over xmas vacation...i keep telling her to get it done now...she just rolls her eyes at me.....maybe I should try the skittles thing! :)
enjoy your week....

Mocha with Linda said...

So sorry you felt so cruddy. Your pic and message cracked me up. At least she's just hidden and you don't misaim the camera - like when my mom tried to take a picture of me and my niece years ago and got a lovely picture of the footstool next to us instead!

Susanne said...

How bizarre, your sickness. I'm sad for you that you missed the event of the year.

I so need to try your parenting trick. Except mine would have to be mini eggs and not skittles.

Betty said...

hahaha, I have the same "gift"! :) Or it´s blurry...
I´m glad you´re feeling better!

Melanie @ This Ain't New York said...

Your car ordeal sounds a lot like a Migraine sans headache.

I think Kristen is Waldo. And, please give that child some protein.

Rach@In His Hands said...

Oh, ick! So sorry you were feeling so sick. Bummer!

SWEET houses! Wow, that's some talent! I love events like that.

Anonymous said...

Oh man, you are funny! Sorry about getting sick, that the worst feeling in the world. The same thing happens to me when I get any trace of wheat. Ugh! Ad excruciating stomach cramps and you've got one terrible night! :( My least favorite thing in the world. I feel for ya!
Jessie at Blog Schmog

SouthLakesMom said...

Sorry you had that happen on Saturday. Sometimes God tells us to slow down in dramatic ways!

That parenting thing...well, you can tell Kristin that you're NOT the worst parents in the world. There's one poor 15 year old girl in Reston, Virginia who had to go without INTERNET all day Sunday. Her parents carefully quizzed her as to what homework she had to do, and since none of it involved research (internet), they turned off the router. OMG -- this is like withdrawal from Buckeyes. We ALL suffered that afternoon. But we've decided we're going to try it each Sunday afternoon and see if we all feel better heading into the week on Monday. Pray for us! That was one ANGRY child!

Kim said...

You may be incapable of taking photos of your kids but you do a rockin' job on the gingerbread buildings (can't say houses because those are WAY BEYOND houses!). So sad that you missed the one event you were looking forward year do a little reverse psychology on yourself and tell yourself how much you DO NOT WANT TO GO to such-and-such an event and see if that helps. Yeah, I'm not such a great armchair psychiatrist, am I?

Regardless, I do have a sure fire way of making you feel better... take a buckeye and call me in the morning :-)

Anonymous said...

I really feel terrible for you, but you told your story in such a funny way that I had to laugh. I hope you are well now.

The gingerbread houses are AMAZING!


noexcuses said...

Love those houses! I can't stop drooling...all that sugar!

So sorry you got hit with whatever it was. I get those "inner-ear" things once or twice a year... spinning, stuff like that. Hope it's all gone now!

Nice post!

Dena said...

You know what I noticed about the picture of Kristin working on the computer....she's in shorts & a t-shirt. My Austin does the same thing! I'm like 'It's December. It's below zero, and I'm in a sweater, jeans, and thick wool socks, and there he is dressed as if it's August.' How do they do that? LOL

Oh, and if you're the queen of blocked kid shots, then I'm the princess,your Highness.