Friday, November 4, 2011

Serving up a cure one pint at a time

Last month we had our First Annual Brewer's Ball for Cystic Fibrosis!  
Over 240 guests!  Was an awesome event which raised over $45,000 for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.  We had over 18 Beers to choose from, an endless supply of pub food, great music!  Can hardly wait 'til next year's event! 

The photo below includes me, the official graphic artist for the Brewer's Ball and our longtime friend and my husband LG --- otherwise known as the loud german.  Prior to the Brewer's Ball as I'm getting ready, LG calls me from a local bar and I'm freaking out because we're supposed to introduce the Bid for a Cure video.  My fear was he'd be roaring drunk and announce "I Love You Man" to the audience.   He wasn't; however, he did announce to the audience my fears, followed by "I Love You Guys".  Le Sigh!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


The other night we were having dinner at the outlaws, as there were some out of town guests visiting--- my husband's aunt, her granddaughter and great-granddaughters, who happen to be quite religious.  When it came time to eat, my MIL asked if the aunt would say table grace and then everyone reached out to hold hands.  Apparently this isn't something the Spittlefish has ever witnessed or experienced before because in the middle of the prayer he asks....

"Are we going to be talking to 'ghost-es'?"  Zoinks!  Almost as good as the time another cousin who was supposedly being raised as a good Catholic asked my FIL, "Uncle Bob, could you walk downstairs with me?  The picture of the giant Indian scares me!"  Er, that would be a picture of Christ.  :)

Friday, March 11, 2011

Yea, it's Friday

TGIF and about the time we head home from work...a blizzard hits.  Oh joy.  At least we can stay home and watch a bunch of ugly American whiners on House Hunters International.  Even Spittlefish thought the whining was a bit much tonight.  Not MY whining, but the single gal from NYC.

Glad the week is over.  LG had a craptastic week of personnel issues, people annoyed with his boss and taking it out on him. He was so stressed he didn't even go to the "drunken place" as Spittlefish calls it, to unwind after work.   I was surrounded by sick people all week who thought they were to important to stay home and decided to spread their germs and happiness.  Even some little girl at Spittlefish's gymnastics group hurled.  Yea!  My boss apparently got sick suddenly Wednesday morning and hit the road.   Glad he did; however, we had several reports to get out for a meeting Monday night and I wasn't privy to a bunch of the technical data and my other supervisor decided to ditch work the next day.  However, I was figuring things out and was bound and determined to show everyone how great I was.  Making great progress and then my supervisor emails me and asks me to send him the reports.  Oh well, I done good, he didn't have to modify much of anything and I pretty much made it known what a good little worker bee I was.  Oh and don't get me started about the coven of office witches up front who bring back such fond memories of junior high.  I just don't understand how some people can be so miserable and unhappy 24-7.  Wow!

Was planning to spray Lysol all over the big boss' office; however, he felt better and was back at work this morning.  Figured he wouldn't appreciate fumigating him.  Was a slow day at work and was going to volunteer to fill sandbags at the County shop in preparation of the spring melt (flood), but they were turning away workers.  I was planning to hang out with the convicts and street crew.  Oh well.

Spittlefish was pretty much possessed this week.  Tuesday he got the dreaded "blue" on his school behavior calendar, but couldn't remember why he got in trouble.  Emailed his teacher for an explanation so we could punish his punk ass.  Next day ANOTHER blue with explanation "not following directions".  Had a come to Jesus meeting, explained no video games during his vest -- he'd have to watch cartoons if he got another blue.  Yesterday I ask him what color he got -- mumble mumble... What was that?  He replies "I did na nah na nah nahhhh".  Lovely talking back to the teacher.  That's my boy.  Made him write a letter to his teacher apologizing.  Today no school, so he was warned to be good in daycare or else.  He was okay, but refused to eat lunch except milk because the noodles weren't to his liking, the corn was mush and he didn't have time to eat his cake or bread or pears.  Wow!

So we're waiting out the blizzard and here's hoping tomorrow -- the next week will be a vast improvement and that none of us catch whatever all the sickies had at work, etc.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Crazy Child

The other night Spittlefish runs around the house with a foam sword with a maniacal laugh and crazy eyes.  When asked about his behavior, he says "I'm a psychopath". 

Concerned about the crap we've dealt with at his school this past year, I ask, "are you a psychopath at school or daycare?".  Nope, just at home was his reply.  Phew! 

I do wish I could find a copy of Scared Shrekless on DVD or YouTube. He does to a wonderful impersonation of Pinocchio in the "Shreksxorcist scene.  " my head... telling me what to dooooo".  :)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Homework Sucks

Ugh, last night after vesting, dinner and a bath there was still the dreaded spelling homework. Each night some horribly, time consuming task involving this week's spelling words.

Monday night it was creating a crossword or word search puzzle involving all 16 spelling words, then solving said puzzle. Other suggestions involve using pipe cleaners to form letters and then using said letters to recreate the spelling words or spelling out each word three times using different colors of the rainbow.

Last night involved creating flashcards. Maybe they should start teaching keyboarding in kindergarten because Spittlefish doing the hunt and peck method of typing was driving us crazy and was oh so time consuming. I'm thinking about getting him a t-shirt that says "Mommy drinks because of my spelling homework".

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Irony

I have a child with Cystic Fibrosis, which according to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is an inherited chronic genetic disease that affects lungs and digestive systems. A defective gene and its protein product cause the body to produce unusually thick, stick mucus that clogs the lungs and obstructs the pancrease and stops natural enzymes from helping the body break down and absorb food.

I can handle just about anything -- vomit, blood, poop, urine... But mucus -- the very thought of it gets my gag reflex going as if I have a hairball. My seven year old thinks it's hilarious to hack up a huge lougie or blow his nose and try to show it to me. When he was younger he'd come home from preschool with pictures he drew just for me. "Look, Mommy! I drew you a lougie on toast". Sigh...

Oh, the irony of it all. My theory is that it must be some huge karmic message from the universe pretty much telling me to "Suck it up, Princess!"