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The Vomit Fairy…

Yep. That would be me.  Apparently, there are *certain* four legged creatures in this house (and one two-legged one) who think that I am responsible for all things entirely grody and nasty and poopie and pukey…

Oh, I won’t worry about dragging my butt across the carpet, SOMEONE cleans that up. Spill my food? There’s someone that takes care of that too…Shed massive amounts of hair that winds up in every nook and cranny of the house? Oh yes, there is a hair fairy that takes care of that…and THEN, there are the dogs.

But I digress…right now, at this very moment I am sitting here typing to you in an effort to avoid my duties as the vomit fairy. Tonight, for some unknown reason, my dog decided to eat massive amounts of grass followed by massive amounts of pukeage at various locations throughout my home.  I have cleaned up every mess but this last one which is sitting downstairs by the front door. I can’t tell you why I haven’t cleaned it up yet. It’s not as if I intend to leave it there–and yes, I get that it is gross for me to not have gotten it right away…but I just CAN’T bring myself to mop up ONE MORE PILE of grass and undigested dog food mixed with a partially digested blueberry muffin and a few hairballs.

And you know, I really thought I had gotten everything. I really thought I had santized and cleaned and scrubbed every spot where she decided to empty her stomach contents and then my husband, dear sweet man that he is goes down to lock the door and announces “WOAH-HO-HO-HO! You’ve GOT to come and see THIS! SWEET MOTHER, WHAT did she EAT!? Good luck cleaning THAT up!” and then, before going off to bed…”Don’t forget to clean the vomit!”

Thanks, hon. I won’t. I will just put it off until my own stomach stops churning, until I don’t feel like my scooping it into a bag and putting it in bed next to you….until I finish writing this post…

HEY! I have an idea! I should MAIL the vomit to the virus creators. If only I could find their addresses….

Today was a good day…

Alrighty, so today Issa and I woke up early and took a drive through the wonderful LA traffic to a “little” city just outside of LA called Camarillo to my Aunt’s house for a party they were throwing for my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary.  It was a beautifully and wonderfully organized affair.  Both of my Grandparents looked awesome! Although they were slightly tortured by innumerable photographs, I would say all in all they really enjoyed themselves….I was thrilled to be able to see almost all of my cousins, many of whom I haven’t seen in close to ten years! I can’t believe how much everyone has grown, we are almost all adults with the exception of two cousins who are still in high school…but still! All grown up!  It’s nice to be back in CA again, so close to all of them. This summer my cousin, Heidi will be getting married and I will be able to see all of them again plus a few more, I am VERY excited.  Ugh, with 15 cousins can you imagine what affairs like this are going to be like when we all get married and have kids!? I shudder to think…Although, I hope we do have events!

Alright, then moving on…the party started winding down in the early afternoon and most of us had places to drive back to so we got going because we had plans that evening…and what were those plans you might be asking yourself? Well, I will tell you…

 So, the other day I was taking out the trash when I ran into one of our neighbors who drives a limo for a local family.  We said our hellos and exchanged information about our weekend plans–he was telling me that he had to work because his clients daughter was going to attend a concert at the Honda Center featuring Chris Brown and Little Wayne and a few other hip-hop/rap artists.  I thought nothing of it until Issa mentioned that he thought that Chris Brown was an amazing dancer and then I offhandedly mentioned that he was going to be in concert in Anaheim.  Well, Issa nearly hit the roof and proclaimed that I was to find tickets ASAP.  I figured that it was a bit of a whim, so I just told him that the concert was sold out and left it at that. 

Less than 12 hours later I get this e-mail from him:

Hey Babe,

How long is that party for your grandparents? Cause I got us tickets to that thing on Saturday!

Love, Moe

Well, I was shocked but frankly kind of excited that I was going to see Ice Cube…ICE CUBE! Look, I’ll tell you…he can be bad as he wants to be but I think he looks like a bulldog puppy and I just want to squish his cheeks!

In any case, after some really schizophrenic and poorly organized acts, here comes the Cube, hood on head…bustin’ out with all ouf our old school favorites…it was truly amazing. I couldn’t believe I was watching him, upclose and personal putting a face to the voice I used to only hear on the radio…knowing that he wasn’t just a musical artist but quite the successful actor as well…I don’t know, I was just in awe! Well, either that or I was high. 

THERE WAS SOO MUCH WEED! How on EARTH can that be legal? I mean, I am sure it’s not but I just couldn’t get over how blatent and open people were about smoking…right in front of security and everything! Honestly, the whole arena was one big hotbox!

Anyways, on to other things… Oh! So, Chris Brown.

Yes, well…you know, not too long ago, I saw him on Oprah. She was lamenting his talent and all of his good work and all of this stuff…he is an AMAZING artist as well. My goodness, this boy can DANCE! And, yes, I do mean “boy” I have to tell you that it really struck me that he is such a little kid! Watching him in person, realizing that he just barely turned 18…I was blown away to think that this was once a kid who dreamed of being a superstar…he liked to sing, to dance, and who would have thought that one day he would be singing and dancing and sharing his talents with a crowd SCREAMING for him in front of a neon sign with his initials “CB”….And you know what? He was actually REALLY good!  He is no hip-hop version of Hannah Montana, he is the real deal!

And frankly, just when I thought it couldn’t get ANY better, out comes another AWESOME artist. RIHANNA! Ella-ella-ella, ey, ey, ey…ok, I know alot of you are going to roll your eyes…it wasn’t that BAD….it’s quite catchy.  She didn’t stay long, though. Just one truncated version of that song and then she was off. 

We didn’t stay for the whole concert…Lil’ Wayne came on and we just didn’t get him at all.  We decided to take off and let the people who were sneaking into the lower seats have our space.  He clearly meant more to them than he did to us.  Plus, who wants to be fighting traffic with a bunch of people who are stoned??

Besides, the half naked girls sitting next to us, overdancing and shaking their butts in my husband’s face was kind of getting to me. God love him for pretending to be annoyed. 

OH! and I almost forgot to mention one of the best parts! In between Ice Cube and Chris Brown was a guest appearance by Jabbawokeez.  They are really phenomenal.  They are like one person who just happens to have several bodies, I have a difficult time deciding if the excitement of seeing them was surpassed by the excitement of the other artists…I don’t think so, matched at the very least. 

On the way home, we made a Run for the Boarder at Taco Bell/KFC where I proceeded to scarf down two soft tacos and six boneless teriyaki chicken wings.  Again, a side effect of the air in the area….

All in all today was a good day…

Famous Last Words…

Ok, so eighty dollars in software and countless Jessica hours later, my computer is still not any better. I thought for sure all I needed was a hefty dose of anti-virus but apparently this is quite the involved process…

So, I googled…and googled…and googled some more. I have downloaded various programs recommended by gurus on the message boards for my specific problem.  Each scan of each program reveals a new problem…Only 15 minutes into a scan on my third program I have 304 problems detected. HOW DID IT GET SO BAD!?

Ugh, ok…ok, you know I am getting ready to just throw my computer through the window.  What the HECK is wrong with people? Why do they create these terrible and frustrating issues for people like us? Good people, decent people…I will tell you I sure as heck didn’t get these viruses by going to porn sites.  I just make my craigslist rounds, the occasional message board, the news…and my e-mail and then I am done.  How on earth did I get 304 “infections”???

I am just so mad!

So here’s to you, you virus inventors!

A pox on your houses.

May your bowel movements be difficult and your toilets always have low pressure.

May your shower have sporadic water changes resulting in simultaneously scalded and frozen private parts.

May you be stricken by female pattern baldness, whether you are a man or a woman.

May you always have enlarged pores and cystic acne, an untameable unibrow and mossy green teeth.

May your shoes always too tight causing blisters and painful bunions.

May your toenails be infected by fungus and may your nipples chafe when wearing even the softest of cottons.

May you be stricken by night terrors involving Richard Simmons and Anne Coulter, may your pets have increasingly foul flatulence,  may you  get pinkeye at least twice a month, may you lose your sense of physical direction and find yourself perpetually lost.  May you accidentally be deported to a remote island that serves as a wildlife refuge for highly aggressive monitor lizards the size of large dogs…

Ok, more curses later.

Congrats are in order….!

Well, I had started this post but as usual, I got distracted and failed to publish it.  So, while the congrats ARE in order, it seems my posts are not…you should forgive me.  Although, this only applies to people who check regularly and find that my post from Saturday appeared before this post. 

In any case, I would like to say congratulations to my mother and her new husband, Chandra “Chuck” Lewis. They were married today, Thursday the 19th in a little ceremony in Alton, IL.  In attendance were four of Chandra’s relatives.  I haven’t seen pictures yet but I am told it was quite a lovely and lighthearted affair. 

I would like to take a moment to wish mom and Chandra a very happy life together! Mazal Tov!

Dear Malicious Spyware/Viruses,

Dear Malicious Spyware/Viruses,

I don’t know where you came from. I don’t know who you think you are. All I know is one thing, one thing for sure–PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED!  I am bringing in the cavalry, you may have gotten around my rinky-dink anti-virus spyware but that doesn’t mean I won’t bring you to your knees with a crippling blow dealt to you courtesy of Norton.

I know what you are up to, Mr. Infostealer, Sir. Your name hath given you away and I will not be signing onto anything that you might be able to hijack for your dastardly deeds. You think you are clever with all of those made up windows that LOOK like spyware detection, but let me assure you, I will NOT be clicking “here” or “there” or anywhere. I know what I pulled up on the internet and I know what I didn’t and your fake little windows in windows pretending to be system alerts, they don’t fool me.

So, you enjoy your last few minutes on my computer, you dirty rotten little scoundrel. Get comfy, have a peek around, check out my wedding photos and my resume…I will finish downloading this anti-virus and then we will see who is in charge, won’t we?

Sincerely,

Me

My Hubby’s Nipples…

Well, Becca mentioned in a comment to “Marathon Man” post that nipples can interfere with a mans ability to run long distances and if I didn’t know better I would think this was a joke–an urban myth…but sadly, tis’ not.

Nipple chaffing. Ok, there, I said it.  I can still remember when Issa came home after a long run with two little bloody spots on his t-shirt and raw, red, angry little man-bumps.

Right away, he hopped on the internet and decided that he would go with band aids for his next long run.  And band-aids it was…but those proved troublesome.  First of all, his hairy highness was unable to get them to stick where they needed to stick, sometimes they would get sweaty and fall off, and sometimes they would serve as a secondary chafing apparatus…so after various attempts to avoid a need for nipple cauterization, he came across a wonderful product called “NIP GUARDS”.  They resemble those pads that are on the bottom of wooden chairs so that the chairs don’t scratch the floor or make that terrible noise…they are basically little caps that adhere to the mareola (yes, that is mare-eola meaning a male areola)

These puppies stick like the dickens while running but peel off fairly easily.  At the end of a marathon, you can see all of the men walking around with various versions of nipple protection but nip guards are by far the most common.

My internet isn’t working very well right now, so I can’t find a picture…but in case you are wondering, yes, Issa did wear a shirt…it just happened to be sleeveless…which explains the sunburn.  On a last note, if you happen to be male and considering running a marathon, you will quickly find that the dry (or dri) fit shirts with wicking capability alleviate the tendency for chafing.

Ok, well that’s enough talk about nipples on my blog…hee hee…

All washed up…

Recently, I decided that I wanted to venture into soap making as a hobby. Its funny because I never really had any interest in it until it kind of came to me in a dream.  In my dream I had this wildly successful soap business and it was so vivid that the next day I went out and bought “Everything You Need To Know About Soapmaking”.  I flipped through it and found that while it seems to be quite involved, it is also seemingly quite rewarding.

I say seemingly because I haven’t quite gotten to making soap from scratch just yet, but over the last weekend I purchased a soap making kit from the craft store.  These kits come complete with the pre-made soap, a mold, and soap coloring and fragrances along with instructions for various designs and techniques.  I figured this was a good way to find out if I have the patience for such a hobby.

So, I tried it–and, I have to say that I had a blast.  When using the pre-made soap I found that it was a relatively clean process–I mean, hey! It’s soap, after all!

What’s more, I think this is  pretty fun craft project for older kids.  You have to be very careful because working with the hot soap can be dangerous and cause burns but I can imagine that with some fun molds and soap coloring it would be good “clean” fun.

Everything you ever needed to know *from me* about sunburns….

So, I was thinking that since Issa acquired a sunburn, it was time for a little research and refresher course in protecting the skin against the sun. It’s so easy to forget what the sun is capable of when it comes to our skin. I have to admit that being away from CA, without the beaches and the sun, has allowed me to forget that it is of the utmost importance to protect our skin against the damage that the rays can do.

Well, you know me–I have to do the research and become somewhat of an expert and so I flung myself into figuring out all of the information that is out there, all of the stuff that I need to know in order to protect myself and you, my good buddies from the ills of sunburn.

Here we go….

Alright, this is especially pertinent since we are entering the summer months and those of you out there with kiddies will undoubtedly be engaging in summer activities that will involve being out and about under el sol…and so here are some of the highlights from this article that I found on the national geographic website here:

  • A study by the American Cancer Society showed that less than one-third of children age 11 to 18 took precautions to protect themselves from the sun
  • The same study reported that 72% of children experienced sunburns during the summer months.
  • As much as 80% of our total lifetime exposure to the sun occurs before the age of 18.

Why does this matter?

Because according to the American Academy of Dermatology (AAD) approximately one person dies every HOUR from melanoma, the skin cancer commonly associated with early exposure to the sun.

What to do!?

Well, the article suggests that you avoid the sun between the hours of 10:00 and 4:00 but we all know that’s not reasonable. So, to the extent that one *must* be out and about during that time, the article suggests both the proper use of sunscreen as well as wearing protective clothing.

What do I mean by the “proper use of sunscreen”? I’ll tell ya. First, you have to forget the notion that sunscreen will protect you entirely from the sun. Sunscreen isn’t intended for you to slather yourself and then go lay out. Rather, it is useful if you are participating in some outdoor activity where exposure to the sun is unavoidable. The article suggests that you take the following steps when it comes to sunscreen:

  • Remember to cover your ears, the back of your knees, your feet and your hands.
  • Apply sunscreen before you leave the house.
  • Even if it is cloudy or overcast, slap the stuff on. (This is something that Southern Californians *should* know. A cloudy day will lead you to believe that you are not being exposed to the sun and thus you will stay out for longer often resulting in the worst sunburn of your life–seriously!)
  • Reapply sunscreen every two hours when swimming or sweating.
  • Cover all exposed areas liberally.

Now, I also feel it is important to mention something that my mom told me about not too long ago involving the left side of your face and the back of your hands. What do these two things have in common? No, it has nothing to do with the hokey pokey…

These are two vulnerable places when it comes to DRIVING! the left side of your face takes a beating during the summer and on sunny days when you are driving and if you spend a great deal of time in the car like I do, you will find that the left side of your face and the back of your hands will get the most exposure that is beaming in and being amplified by the glass. There are of course steps you can take to protect yourself from this kind of exposed (because, lets face it–who wants those nasty sunspots on the back of our hands?). On order for me is one of these lovely little sun shade that suctions to your window. Hey, if we do it for babies, why not do it for ourselves?

And on those same lines, I have a small squeeze bottle of sunscreen in my purse that I lather my hands up with when I am driving around during the day. It works just like lotion and hopefully my hands will not be the kind that give away my age when I am still pretending to be 25.

You didn’t listen, did you? Now you have a sunburn. What to do??

Well, from this fair Irish skinned individual, here are some of my tried and true home remedies.

First and foremost is pure aloe. We used to have an aloe plant in our backyard and, come to think of it, I don’t know why I don’t have one now. (Note to self: buy an aloe plant). If you can’t find a plant, the bottled kind will do but let me tell you what to do with the plant. First, be careful, it’s pokey. When you snap off a section of aloe, carefully slice the leaf in two along the width. You can either apply that directly to the sunburn, rubbing it gently over the skin, or you can slice the aloe gel off of the leaf and chop up until you get a gel like consistency from the plant..then apply liberally to affected area. On a side note, do NOT get this stuff in your mouth–eew, YUCK! It’s soo bitter.

OATMEAL! Ah the chickenpox, how much I learned. So, for the itchies, find an old stocking or tube sock (something soft). Fill with oatmeal and place in a lukewarm bath. The oatmeal stocking will “weep” a soothing oatmeal lotion/cream that you can apply to the affected area and find relief. This was one of the only things that provided Issa relief. A word of warning, however. If you have a sunburn and you decide to take a shower…DO NOT apply soap to the burn. Soap is generally quite drying and will quickly lead you to feeling worse than you did when you started. When you get out of the shower/bath, immediately apply after sun lotion to restore moisture.

Which brings me to number 3. After sun lotion. My personal favorite is the Banana Boat but virtually any after-sun lotion with aloe will be helpful.

Here are some other suggestions you may find helpful at health911.com

Alright, well…that’s all for now. Hope this was a bit educational. I know it was for me ;-)

My Marathon Man…

Today was a BIG day in the Moe household. Today is the day that my husband realized a goal he set some time ago, one he committed to accomplish at least once in his lifetime….

Today, my husband ran a MARATHON.

26.2 miles of working AND fighting with the body that contains the soul of a champion…

This day has been a long time coming, from greuling training runs to intensive shopping trips–with the intent of finding the perfect pair of shorts/shirt/socks/mannypack*. And then it arrived.

This morning at the crack of dawn (well, actually, dawn hadn’t quite arrived yet)…4:30 am…an hour I don’t even see unless I stay awake until then…there is no waking up at that time…Issa awoke and donned his carefully selected Adidas running shorts and shirt with tri-stripes aligned with bib attached, and Adidas running shoes with chip ziptied on, ate a banana and a bagel, and took off with his dad to the starting line.

I don’t know exactly what it was like for him there, lining up with so many people (25,000) ready to take on the monumental task of running for an average of five hours. knowing that somewhere in the neighborhood of 50% wouldn’t be able to finish….but he did mention that he got a bit choked up when he realized that this was IT….and I have to admit, standing at the finish line…watching him cross it, I got a little misty myself…ok, I cried.

In fact, I have to say that I was so inspired that I have decided I would like to enter into a run or walk as well. Issa said he would join me…in addition to the other marathon he plans on running. What a guy.

*Yes, I said mannypack. It’s like a fannypack but it is a mocking term I made up so as to inform my husband that I think it is funny that he is wearing a purse around his waist–necessary, but funny. 

Postscript: So, Issa decided that he wasn’t going to wear sunblock.  At first he just wasn’t going to wear sunblock on his face, then he decided to forgo it altogether. Let me tell you, BAD IDEA!  He is blistered so badly all over his shoulders that he can’t even dress himself. His scalp is peeling and his forehead is cracking.  This is a valuable lesson that he had to learn, no amount of begging or pleading would have convinced him to slap the stuff on but hopefully a week of pain will be enough to remind him that the sun is NO JOKE!