I am just sitting here, simply because I cannot do anything else. Things that run through my head when I am pissy and sick --- or whatever you want to call it are funny, as in funny strange, not necessarily funny ha ha.
My mother, and my Father-(my actual dad, not the step variety) used to paint bunnies on my owies with Mercurochrome. (at least I think this is how you spell it). Do you all remember that nasty pinky/orangy/red crap that our parents put on cuts? Anyway, I was very small and I hated that stuff and it burned like you know what, so they would paint a bunny with the little plastic wand that came attached to the lid of the bottle, and that would help me to stop crying. That was really pretty creative of them, I must say. It's also probably one of the very few nice memories I have of my dad from when I was little. Also, we did not call that medicine (the Mercurochrome)by that name..hell, I couldn't have even pronounced it. There was another word for it, but I can't remember it, and it seems to me that it was a normal word that everyone knew, not a word used only in our family (although there were plenty of those, too). Does anyone know what it was called?
Speaking of words that are widely known in my family but mean nothing to others:
Dah-doos = flowers. Courtesy of a two year old Janelle.
Fwigger. This means you drink your juice or milk too fast , coming from swigger, which the very young Craig could not say. But her certainly could DO it...Fwig, I mean. :)
Be-bop-be-be. Peanut butter. Jordan was probably only about twelve months old...he talked waaay early (and still hasn't shut up), but that is how it sounded to him and what he demanded standing under the cupboard where it was stored, each and every morning before five am. BE-BOP-BE-BE. There was only a short period of time allotted to get this sandwich, made on one slice of bread and folded in the middle. If the timing was not fast enough, the demands became frantic and LOUD. Let me tell you, that child was starving upon waking, and was fine once he had his sandwich. In fact, both boys woke up that way, and oh so early, that I was happy to give them their early morning snack, a couple of hours before their breakfast. Life was much happier and quieter in those days, once the tummies weren't growling. Oh and one day he asked me for Bop-Be-Be. I was a little perplexed when he clearly didn't want peanut butter on his biscuit at breakfast, but butter. I guess in a twelve month old mind, the missing first BE is rational. Butter/Peanut Butter. Hmmm...
My head feels sick and icky from too much pain medication, but I am not crying now...from pain in my neck and legs. Don't you just love the choices we all make daily?
I think I need a nap.
Dammit I hate when I am not at work when I am supposed to be. I usually drive my two girls in the office crazy but so far, today, I haven't. Maybe when I wake up. :)