| 11/10/08 03:18 PM |
#1708
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Stacy Koch (Narrin)
Just for you, Lori-- I'm in survival mode again. Jim is out of town.....still.....in Fort Walton Beach, FL. He was supposed to get back Saturday evening, but well, things are just not going super great on the project he is working on. So he's still there. *ginormous sigh* He is supposed to leave for Egypt sometime at the beginning of December for at least a couple of weeks after this project. I told him he needs to grow a beard and take a turban to wear so he'll blend in a little better.
Fortunately things have slowed down a bit since football is over. Andrew was going to wrestle, but discovered that was not a sport he was going to be able to participate in. Let me explain :).........He was at practice a couple of weeks ago (Jim was in town and took him, which makes this story so much better!) and they were working on some moves. Well, Andrew has a really sensitive gag reflex. If you even think about touching him around his front neck area, he will likely barf. He has improved somewhat since we had his golfball size tonsils out, but is still pretty gaggy none the less. Anyway, the little guy he was practicing with was working on getting him turned over and pinned, and was essentially laying right on his upper chest area. That apparently didn't bode well with Andrew and his gag reflex, because he immediately stood up and got that look in his eyes. (You guys with kids know exactly the look I'm talking about.) Jim looks at him in panic, and asks if he is about to throw up. He of course nods and places his hand over his mouth. Jim quickly places his hand over Andrew's mouth too, and attempts to quickly usher him out of the wrestling room to the bathroom. Unfortunately they didn't make it. Jim said he had projectile spewage shooting from between his fingers all the way to the door and down the hall. He saw an empty box that looked as if it was going to be thrown away, and had Andrew just finish throwing up in it. If it wasn't trash before it certainly was then! Oh wait....it gets even better! Andrew had been begging me for weeks to make pigs in a blanket, and that day I did. I told him he could have only 1 or 2, so that he wouldn't have a lot on his stomach, and it would have time to digest before practice. Well, he did not heed my warning. I was off at the other end of the house doing laundry (try not to be shocked), and he snuck more than 1 or 2. He ate 4 of them. So, it wasn't just your run of the mill vomit he barfed up. It was stinky, chunky hot dog vomit all over the place. All the parents there were able to identify immediately what he had eaten after school. Needless to say they left practice right after that.
Then, the following week, I took him to practice because Jim was gone. He hadn't eaten much, and it had been right after school so we thought we were in the clear. Well, same thing ALMOST happened. I saw the signs a little earlier than Jim, and we were able to get him settled enough so that he didn't throw up. So he goes out again, and within a minute or so he has to stop again. He never threw up that night, but got really close. End of wrestling career. He was crushed, but got over it pretty quickly.
The bright side is that we are now free in the evenings for the most part. It has been WONDERFUL to not have to run run run all the time. The kids now aren't as rushed to get everything done, and we can have more family time.
That's been life for me post 20th reunion.
Who's next???
PS---Marty and Rick---LOVED the 80's rocker costumes. I almost peed my pants laughing.
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