Friday, October 16, 2009, 8:21 p.m.


This year is Ella's first REAL Halloween. I mean, she was around last year, but she SO.DIDN'T.GET.IT.

This year she might not get the whole Halloween thing, but she does know that she's excited to have a Bee-Bug (translation: Ladybug) costume. That's all that is important right now.

I was so excited to sign Ella up for her first REAL Halloween party at our Gymboree that we attend. It was tonight. We got Ella ready and then Todd and I painted our faces (me: a bee-bug, him: a bee), donned antennae and off we all flew.

Did I mention how excited I was? So was Ella. Here she was at home "flying like a bee-bug" before the party:

Sidebar: You know how your gut tells you something but you just ignore it sometimes hoping that it will go away? When Ella got home from school, my gut was telling me that this was going to be too much for a 20 month old. She was just coming off an ear infection, she still had some sinus drainage, and school then a party made for a long day for a baby.

Remember this gut feeling...

So we get to the party and it was packed.

FUN! YAY!

Ella runs around.

FUN! YAY!

Ella climbs some stuff.

FUN! YAY!

Ella pukes in the middle of the crowded floor. And then pukes again. And then pukes some more.

FUN! YAY!

I sit in the middle of the crowded party and scrub puke off the carpet while everyone watches.

FUN! YAY!

And then Ella feels much better.

Although by then we had been labeled the "H1N1 kid" and we parted the sea of people like Moses wherever we went.

We left early.

On the way out I felt SO DISAPPOINTED. I felt disappointed for her. I felt disappointed for us. I looked at Todd and said, "It's so sad that she felt this way on her first ever Halloween party." To which he replied?

"Yeah, well, sometimes you just have to party 'til you puke. Then it's time to go..."

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When you come into a small, independent business like, say, MY BOOKSTORE, and clog up my toilet, please at least have the decency to purchase something after.

It's the very least you can do.

You can drink your own pee.
Seriously.

This may seem like an off-the-wall posting, but (for some unknown reason) this is a topic that comes up quite often in our house. When I used to teach college anatomy and medical terminology, this was a favorite "fun fact" of mine to share with college students. This disclosure was always followed by 10 minutes of hysterical discussion about how and when to drink your own pee (and I often got the question, "Can you drink someone else's pee?" Those wacky college kids). I mean, urine is something like 95% water, so why not?

People have survived in the wilderness by drinking their own pee. There is something actually called urine therapy. When writing this post, I decided to look up urine therapy and see what I got:

"Most devotees drink the midstream of their morning urine. Some prefer it straight and steaming hot; others mix it with juice or serve it over fruit. Some prefer a couple of urine drops mixed with a tablespoon of water applied sublingually several times a day. Some wash themselves in their own golden fluid to improve their skin quality. Many modern Japanese women are said to engage in urine bathing [Hellloooo, golden shower anyone!?]. The truly daring use their own urine as an enema. Urine is not quite the breakfast of champions, but it is the elixir of choice of a number of holy men in India where drinking urine has been practiced for thousands of years."

OK, so the "some prefer it straight and steaming hot" got to even me. *gulp*

Anyway, the most recent discussion on drinking your own pee was prompted when I told my husband that the baby, in utero, will drink it's own pee (or, more accurately, the urine will cycle through the baby's mouth). At which point my husband replied, staring skeptically at me sideways, "You're lying again. You make all of this up in an attempt to, one day, see one of us drink our own urine."

HM. Maybe, maybe not.

So I was watching The Big Idea with Donny Deutsch (shut up) a couple of nights ago. One of the "big money making ideas" was a guy who came up with something called Toilet Tunes (I s- you not. heh heh). Be sure to watch the "commercial" because it's hysterically funny.





I can't believe that they did an entire segment on this with a straight face. I guess when you're making millions covering other people's butt music it's easy to do.

BTW- I LOVE that there's a 6 unit limit on your order and that you can get a free spa pillow. WHAT?!?!

*sigh*

(I'm starting to see a poop-related theme on this site...)

butt (heh heh), I just wasn't sure WHY someone would want to spend time creating THIS.

There's a Q&A section on the site where the person answering the questions signs it as "PooNurse: Please be advised that I am only a Poonurse. I am NOT a medical doctor. Any advice I give should be taken moderate skepticism. Please consult a REAL medical doctor if you feel you have a serious medical condition. "

There's even a POOtique where you can buy stuff. I was afraid to look and see what they were selling there...

(Don't ask why I was searching on the topic. Just refer back to this post.)